Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

One of them was an old man with a white beard and dressed in navy blue clothes. He put down the fishing rod in his hand, stood up and sat down on the recliner behind him.

The teapot on the round table next to him was emitting a pleasant aroma. He casually poured a cup of tea and took a big gulp. The restlessness in his heart subsided, and he exhaled a breath before speaking slowly.

"Listen to me, I've caught a lot of fish these days. I've had enough and don't want to eat anymore. So I'm going to buy some on the black market tomorrow. Do you two old guys want to go?"

"Go, why not? We old guys agreed to advance and retreat together, don't try to get rid of us," Li Hongji threw down his fishing rod and sat next to Pan Zhenlong in a few steps, then picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.

"Gudonggudong"

He swallowed two mouthfuls, wiped the water stains on his chin, and then let out a breath of air in comfort.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a green shirt walked over slowly. He also found a seat at the round table and sat down gracefully.

He brushed his shirt gently, which made him look neater and more refined even though there were no wrinkles on his clothes. Then he laid his shirt flat over his knees, showing an impeccable posture.

Then, he picked up the tea Pan Zhenlong had just poured for him, his movements light and natural. He took a sip, and the fragrance of the tea filled the air, making him feel relaxed and happy instantly. Throughout the whole process, his movements were elegant and casual, as if they were engraved in his bones.

"Hey, Xuanyuan Lang, you'll die if you don't pretend! Look at your behavior," Pan Zhenlong said, rolling his eyes. He and Xuanyuan Lang have known each other for tens of thousands of years, but they have very different personalities. Whether they can become good friends depends entirely on Xuanyuan Lang's generosity.

Although Pan Zhenlong is a rough and bold person, he is not particular about small matters and is very loyal to his friends. Xuanyuan Lang, on the other hand, is elegant and graceful in every move.

Every time he saw Xuanyuan Lang's behavior, Pan Zhenlong couldn't help but want to complain. Xuanyuan Lang turned a deaf ear and automatically blocked the quacks. The two of them had known each other for tens of thousands of years.

"What do you know, you rough guy? Alang has a good family background and good manners, you are envious." Li Hongji said with a smile. He knew that Pan Zhenlong was just complaining in daily life and did not really dislike Alang.

"Aren't you envious? It's a pity that you're also a rough guy. Hahaha! You can't learn it."

"Okay, shut up. You're the only one who talks too much. Hey, Alang, why don't I see your ancestor coming out for a walk? I haven't seen him for half a month. Is he not feeling well again?" Li Hongji asked with concern.

"Alas! The ancestor's illness has recurred. He entered the secret room half a month ago. Calculating the time, he should be coming out soon."

"No wonder you've been absent-minded these days. It's okay. This isn't the first time your ancestor has entered the secret room. Everything will be fine."

"Well, I wish you good luck," What Xuanyuan Lang didn't say was that the old ancestor's health was no longer as good as before. His body, which was once as straight as a pine tree, was now hunched over and he was as skinny as a skeleton.

He could clearly feel the vitality in the old ancestor's body draining away from him bit by bit. His eyes were no longer as sharp as before, but were replaced by a turbidity. Every breath the old ancestor took seemed particularly laborious, as if he needed to use all his strength to complete it.

Especially in the past ten years, the intervals between entering the secret room have become shorter and shorter. If...if we can't find a magic pill to cure the ancestor's serious illness, I'm afraid...the ancestor will not live long. If the ancestor...Xuanyuan Lang shook his head and threw the terrible thought out of his mind.

Impossible, he would never let anything happen to his ancestor.

Xuanyuan Lang suddenly felt heavy-hearted. Even fishing, which was the best way to hone one's character, could not calm him down.

"That's right, Alang, don't worry. Your ancestors have come here for so many years, I believe they will be able to get through this time."

Just as the three of them were chatting idly.

A young man ran out of a luxurious mansion on the hillside behind Qianghe Town. He moved a few steps and arrived at the Qiang River.

"Master, master, the ancestor sent a message, asking you to come over." Xuanyuan Lang's personal shadow reported anxiously.

"What, the ancestor is coming out? How does he look? Is he feeling better?" Xuanyuan Langhao stood up and disappeared without waiting for his subordinates to reply. Only the recliner behind him was still shaking.

"My lord, the old ancestor hasn't come out yet..." Shadow followed closely behind his master.

"See, I told you, these two old ancestors are blessed by heaven, they will definitely come out safely." Pan Zhenlong felt much more relieved. However, he felt uncomfortable seeing his old friend looking like he was dying.

"That's not right. I just heard that guy say that he didn't come out. No, let's go and take a look." Li Hongji had a bad feeling in his heart, so he went to Alang's house to take a look.

"Is there? Okay, let's go and take a look." Pan Zhenlong stood up and followed Li Hongji to the middle of the mountain.

On the back hill, there are dense trees and several luxurious mansions scattered among the green forests. Each of these mansions occupies a spacious piece of land, surrounded by lush trees and flowery gardens. Their architectural style is unique and exquisite, showing the identity and status of the owner.

Xuanyuan Lang's home is located at the highest point of the entire back mountain, overlooking other mansions and the beautiful surrounding scenery. The mansion is a five-courtyard compound. At the entrance is a large garden, full of various exotic flowers and plants, exuding charming fragrance in all seasons.

The interior of the mansion is magnificently decorated, and every detail shows the owner's taste and wealth. The large lobby is spacious and bright, and is furnished with furniture made of precious mahogany.

The inner room is comfortable and warm, and you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the back mountain from the window. The study is filled with books and stationery, showing Xuanyuan Lang's good habit of reading.

In addition, Xuanyuan Lang's home also has facilities such as a martial arts training ground, a hot spring pool, a lotus pond, and a corridor.

In short, Xuanyuan Lang’s home is not only a luxurious mansion, but also a livable place suitable for spending the rest of one’s life.

Xuanyuan Lang rushed into Songheyuan, the courtyard where the ancestor lived. However, he did not see anyone.

"Where's the ancestor? Shadow, didn't you say the ancestor came out? Where is he?"

At this time, Shadow, who had followed, hurriedly repeated to Xuanyuan Lang what the ancestor had said.

"Master, the old ancestor did not leave the secret room. He sent a message to let you enter the secret room."

"What? Let me in? Okay, okay, I'll go in right now," Xuanyuan Lang's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly a bad premonition came to his mind.