The system gives me immortality, and I will eventually become invincible while I’m alive.

"Old village chief!"

"Hehe, village chief!"

After several children saw Sikong Yan, their expressions suddenly became extremely excited, they were jumping up and down, and they no longer felt nervous as before.

Sikong Yan smiled calmly: "Fei Zhen, Yan'er, take the little celestial insect and go somewhere else to play first."

"Good~"

"Chiji~"

The beetle immediately stretched out its three wings, and several children climbed on its back with ease, flying close to the ground, causing a burst of joyful exclamations, and flew away in an instant.

Not long after, some laughter and curses came from the distance, and I didn’t know which house they were talking about.

Chen Xun couldn't help but laugh. These children were really making noises, simple and pure.

Sikong Yan looked solemn and lowered his eyebrows as he said, "I wonder what the two seniors are here for? I'm sure the juniors will tell you everything they know."

"Moo?" A trace of surprise flashed in Da Hei Niu's eyes. How could this junior figure out their identities and intentions so quickly?

This person obviously saw that they were not the 'commanders' of the Sky-Shouting Insect, nor were they the ones who came to spread the word.

Sikong Yan's posture was very low, and he was also extremely unsure of what to do. The restrictions and formations of the Fallen Pier were useless to these two seniors, and they were not even stimulated.

Especially this human senior, although he is very close, his face cannot be engraved in my heart. If I don't look at each other for a long time, I will have a strange feeling that I will forget the next moment.

For the immortal cultivator who has a photographic memory, especially after he has met the immortal face, the identity of this person is actually somewhat ready to be revealed...immortal!

Sikong Yan looked calm, still neither humble nor arrogant.

"Let's take a look at their old residence." Chen Xun saw through all Sikong Yan's thoughts at a glance, and said gently, "My friend, don't be cautious, they and I are not enemies."

them...

Sikong Yan was shocked, and finally raised his eyebrows at this moment: "Then let the junior take the two seniors for a walk."

"Moo~" The big black cow raised its hooves.

"Okay." Chen Xun nodded and looked to the west.

As soon as they finished speaking, they started walking in the small village, chatting without a word.

"My friend, this village is probably tens of thousands of years old."

Chen Xun's eyes were deep and he scanned the mottled marks of the bricks and tiles carefully, "Judging from those ancestral tombs in the mountains, they have been around for at least a hundred generations."

Hearing this, the corner of Da Hei Niu's mouth twitched. He really didn't expect that Chen Xun had already paid attention to other people's ancestral graves. He was indeed the eldest brother!

Sikong Yan looked into the distance, with a trace of wistful memory flashing in his eyes: "To be honest, senior, the history of Yueling Village can be traced back to 20,000 years ago, and this place is not simple."

Chen Xun naturally understood that the mortals here did not have the rough habits of the mountain people. Even the elders were mostly over a hundred years old, which was comparable to the lifespan of a monk in the Qi Refining Period.

In particular, the eyes of the villagers here are shining with wisdom, and the farming tools are not simple. In addition, with the help of Zerg creatures, they live a rich and carefree life.

Sikong Yan also became more talkative at this time. This village was founded by immortals and contains the ultimate cause and effect of heaven and earth. No soul dares to contaminate it. This village has been preserved intact.

As for who the immortal is, they actually don't know.

Later, the immortal disappeared, but the incarnation of his followers still stayed here to teach the living beings and spread the immortal way. The mortals in Yunlingwu called it the holy insect.

And those Zerg people call it the boss.

However, Sikong Yan had seen the Sky Roaring Insect several times when he was young, and he also grew up hearing some legends. In fact, the Holy Insect also had a boss, and it was the latter who saved their ancestors and allowed them to thrive here in peace.

As for the origin of the name Yunlingwu, Sikong Yan didn't know.

Da Hei Niu listened to his story seriously. It seemed that the immortal was Shirong Immortal, Meteor Spirit... Are these mortals saved by the latter from the realm?

Chen Xun had a deep look on his face and just listened to him quietly.

But at this time, Sikong Yan changed the topic and asked: "Senior, I wonder how Senior Tianchong is doing recently? He has not returned for many years."

After asking, he took a deep breath. In fact, after he talked about it for a long time, what he wanted to ask the most was still this matter.

"Celestial Chong, it is a very loyal immortal cultivator." Chen Xun's expression became calmer, but with a smile on his face, "It is very good. In fact, we were entrusted by it to come and have a look. "

After saying that, he also took out the recording stone and recorded the quiet scene of the flowing water on the small bridge of Yuelingwu, as if he wanted to show it to the roaring insect.

"Mo..." The big black cow was slightly lost in thought and nodded subconsciously.

Sikong Yan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said with a little cheer: "So that's it. Everything is fine in Yunlingwu. Please bear with me."

Immortals have many things to do every day. A person in seclusion may not know the years in the mountains. As an immortal cultivator, he naturally understands.

They were almost at the corner of the alley.

Sudden.

Chen Xun paused slightly, but there was an inexplicable hint of movement and hope in his heart.

He walked straight up. There was a little painter in the corner. Next to her stood a stupid little Zerg, watching her wild paintings.

Chen Xun also stood quietly behind them, watching her without saying a word as she swayed her brush freely on it, without any order, and started painting from any place that came to her mind.

"Ah!" The little painter, wearing two pigtails, turned his head tremblingly and exclaimed, "It's so scary!"

"Nie Chang, don't be rude." Sikong Yan looked stern and scolded, "This is a senior, have you forgotten the ethics?!"

The little painter's cheeks were red, and he still looked frightened. He curled his lips and said in a long voice: "Oh~~"

The little Zerg next to her was so frightened that he hid behind Nie Chang's feet. The black cow was like a giant in its eyes, and the oppression was quite strong.

"It's okay." Chen Xun's expression was calm and his eyes were still on the painting. "Little girl, I wonder who taught you to paint?"

"Here..." Nie Chang pointed to the west with the paintbrush. Somehow, she was not very afraid of this senior and said generously, "Uncle, everyone in our village can do it!"

After she finished speaking, she looked at the big black cow with a simple and honest face, stuck out her tongue, and gave it a playful look.

"Moo?" The big black bull looked stunned. What does this little human girl mean?

"Oh, village chief, senior uncle, you should go somewhere else!" Nie Chang was very generous and cheerful, but her petite clothes were also stained with traces of paint that had been deposited for a long time and could not be washed away.

It can be seen that Nie Chang really likes to paint.

Sikong Yan was about to speak, but was stopped by Chen Xun. The latter started to watch silently. It was a wonderful sight for a majestic immortal to watch a child paint.

Nie Chang started waving the brush randomly again, and it was impossible to tell what she was drawing. The people did not look like humans, the mountains and rivers did not look like mountains and rivers, and they did not even draw their shapes.

Sikong Yan had a faint smile on his lips, and he didn't feel that Nie Chang was embarrassed in front of his senior.

Painting is what it should be, just outline your inner world.