True Immortal of Tianhe

Chapter 283 The Elders of the Past
"This black dog is quite spiritual!"

Zhao Xun and Ning Xuehan stood invisibly under the big boxwood tree. When they saw the big black man running away in despair, they couldn't help but chuckle and nodded in approval.

In mountain villages, there are always some local dogs raised.

Either for hunting, or to be wary of dirty things, and the black dog is a very spiritual existence among dogs. The black dog just now can sense the breath of two people, which is really extraordinary.

Seeing that the villagers were leaving the village to do farm work, Zhao Xun and Ning Xuehan released their invisibility spells and walked into the village.

Huangyang Village is just a small mountain village.

Most of the houses here are adobe houses. Although these houses are ugly, they are extremely durable. Many houses can still hold up tenaciously and will not collapse after a hundred years.

The village is still a bit deserted, with houses scattered here and there, not densely packed.

Various orange-yellow poplar trees flutter in the wind, and their leaves make rustling sounds.

"This is my home. Unfortunately, it has been completely abandoned since I left for the sect!"

Zhao Xun's previous home was also an adobe house, not too big. In the more than 20 years since he left, the house has not collapsed, but it has become overgrown with weeds.

The various tables and chairs inside have turned into rotten wood, and spider webs are woven in the corners of the house. It looks very messy, and the air exudes a rotten smell!

Zhao Xun and Ning Xuehan were both immortal cultivators, and their bodies were protected by magical powers. When they walked inside, the dust in the air fell and could not be invaded.

Reach out and wave.

A breeze suddenly blew up inside the house, cleaning away the dust and dust.

The weeds that were as tall as a person from the door to the inside silently turned into powder, merged into the earth and disappeared. A clean and tidy bluestone path extended from the main door to the inner room.

"Father, mother, I'm back!"

Walking along the path and entering the hall, Zhao Xun knelt on his knees and kowtowed to the two tokens above.

Ning Xuehan also knelt down after him, kneeling down solemnly.

"Junior brother, let's take the spiritual tablets from uncle and aunt back to the sect." Ning Xuehan said to him after the two of them got up and cleaned up the place briefly.

"Well, this is the purpose of my coming back this time."

Zhao Xun felt relieved and smiled at her and nodded.

However, the two of them came back this time not only to worship their parents, but also to meet the elders in the village. Therefore, they would stay in Huangyang Village for a few days and were not in a hurry to take away the spiritual tablets.

I lit a few sticks of incense into the incense burner.

Before Zhao Xun could go out, there was a sound of footsteps at the door.

"Who are you? Brother Xun?" When Zhao Xun turned around, he saw an old man leaning on a cane and looking at him hesitantly.

Zhao Xun recognized the other party at a glance, walked forward and said with a smile: "Grandpa Han, do you still know me?"

"Ouch, Brother Xun!" the old man shouted excitedly, which immediately alerted the villagers in the neighbor's house. They thought something had happened to the old man and hurried over.

It turned out that besides Old Man Han, there was actually a young man and a woman who looked like a fairy standing here.

"You don't even know each other yet? This is Brother Xun. Back then, Brother Xun was the first immortal master with spiritual roots in Huangyang Village!" Old Man Han couldn't help laughing when he saw everyone's surprised expressions and said loudly.

"It's indeed Brother Xun!"

"It's been more than 20 years, and Brother Xun is still so young, wow!" "Brother Xun, you are an immortal master now!"

Hearing what Old Man Han said, the villagers in Huangyang Village immediately became excited. Although more than 20 years was a long time, everyone had a very deep impression on Zhao Xun. When they saw his appearance, they all came over excitedly.

"Goudan!" "Iron Pillar!"

Zhao Xun's memory is even more amazing. When he saw these middle-aged men and women, he immediately remembered his childhood playmates and greeted them with a smile.

Hearing these weird names, Ning Xuehan couldn't help but smile.

"Senior sister, don't laugh. People in small mountain villages all have nicknames. The meaner the name, the better the livelihood and the harder the life."

After dealing with the villagers, Zhao Xun heard her laughter and smiled.

"Junior brother, what is your nickname?" Ning Xuehan said with a smile.

Zhao Xun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then shook his head: "I followed my father and mother to settle in Huangyang Village. My father is a scholar. He only gave me a first name and a nickname, but no nickname."

Most people from the countryside have tacky names.

If Zhao Xun didn't have such a scholar father, I'm afraid his name would be as simple and plain as Dali and Tiezhu.

The news of Zhao Xun's return was thoroughly publicized in Huangyang Village.

In the following days, villagers often came to visit, either to reminisce about old times, to find out whether they could become immortal masters, or to get some benefits...

Human nature is like this, so Zhao Xun just smiled and didn't say anything.

The kindness of the past will naturally be repaid.

In the past few days, he and Ning Xuehan went to pay homage to his parents' graves outside the village, and then spent more time visiting some elders in the village.

During these years in Huangyang Village, it was these elders who took the most care of him. Even several uncles raised him as their godson and never lacked him for food and drink.

"I'm old. If when I was young, I was a good hunter in the village and just took a hunting bow and rushed straight to the back mountain, the wild boars and big insects would avoid me!"

Zhao Xun listened to an elder's bragging and responded with a smile.

Just when he was leaving, he melted an elixir into the old man's water tank. This was a first-level elixir that was of great benefit to mortals.

It's not that he is unwilling to take higher-level elixirs, but that mortals are already weak.

Before embarking on the path of cultivation, no matter how precious the elixir is, it will be useless, and it will not even be able to bear the spiritual energy in the elixir, which is harmful rather than beneficial.

After visiting several elders in succession, he always did the same thing, melting the elixir in water.

As long as these elders digest the power of these medicines, they can not only regain their youth, but also strengthen their bodies. It is not a problem to be ten years younger, and they can even extend their lifespan!
midnight.

He came to the only well in Huangyang Village and threw a few elixirs that emitted spiritual light into the village well. When he saw the elixirs melting into the well water, he turned and left.

These elixirs are all third-level elixirs.

In the future, the well water here will contain the weak medicinal power of the elixir. If you take it all year round, not only will the adults be strong and have sharp ears and eyes, but also, under the influence of the aura, the children born in Huangyang Village will also become smarter and can increase their health. The probability of spiritual roots being born!

This is why Zhao Xuncai does not treat these third-level elixirs as elixirs.

If other monks see this, they will definitely be extremely sad. The third-level spiritual elixir is extremely valuable, but it is such a waste of natural resources!
(End of this chapter)