Chapter 432

"Well, let's go now."

An Sudong took the lead to stand up. Mr. Wang Yang picked up the car key and took an Sudong out.

"You girls, don't go. I'll ask Liu Ma to make something for you. Her craftsmanship is very good. You can try it."

Because there's only one car, these people can't sit down if they all go. Besides, it's a little inconvenient after they go. His old friend speaks very straightforwardly, which will offend people inadvertently.

"OK, Lingyan, you can stay here and have a taste of Liu Ma's craftsmanship. We'll be back soon."

An Su East don't think of, at will of admonish Mu Ling smoke they a few.

Seeing Mu Lingyan, the girls nodded and sat down quietly. Mr. Wang Yang became more and more admire an Sudong. His training was really good.

All the way, an hour later they came to a mountain, very remote, but beautiful scenery.

An Sudong took a look and found that the geomantic omen here is very good. The highest mountain is like a tiger nest on the hill, facing the place where the sun rises. This is called Baihu Jidi in geomantic omen.

According to the truth, living in this kind of place basically won't get sick, but Wang Yang's old friend got a strange disease. It's really strange. An Sudong knows that there must be something else in it.

"It's a good place. The scenery and geomantic omen are very good. It's a good place to live in. It's a bit remote and inconvenient to live here. By the way, does the teacher and his family all live together?"

Wang Yang's eyes were a little sad when he heard an Sudong's words.

"I heard my old friend say that they all married from another family. It turned out that the two families were very prosperous. In my old friend's generation, they began to be depressed. The opposite family didn't want to, so the old friend was always alone. I asked him why he didn't find a girl from an ordinary family. He said that he would kill them. Anyway, I didn't understand."

Wang Yang really can not understand the old friend's mind, a person alone for a lifetime, or in a deep forest.

"You don't know, this place used to be a place with high mountains and few people. They have lived here for generations. Even now, no girl is willing to live here with him, and they can't suffocate others."

Mr. Wang Yang thought of this and explained it to an Sudong.

"Well, this place is really sparsely populated. I've heard a lot of beasts. It's estimated that there were wealthier wolves, tigers and leopards in this place before. People without any means can't live. How long do we have to be here, teacher?"

"Soon, see that big tree in front of you, his home is just behind that tree."

An Sudong follows the place Wang Yang points to. It's estimated that three people can't hold the big tree. It's still a gingko tree. It's thousands of years old at least. Looking at the thousand year old gingko, which exudes vitality. When the time is right, it may be psychic and self-cultivation.

"This tree should be old. The place where he lives is really secret."

An Sudong couldn't help feeling.

"Ha ha, this tree is quite old. According to my old friend, this tree has a history of thousands of years since it was moved from his ancestors. From my old friend's ancestors to my old friend's generation, it also has a history of thousands of years. This is a divine tree. It is said that it can communicate with spirit."

Old Mr. Wang Yang talks to an Sudong mysteriously. An Sudong smiles. In fact, he is psychic now, but only by chance. He has to wait until he really opens his mind.

"Mingdaozi, I've come to see you."

When he passed the ginkgo tree, ansudong was surprised. The tree was so tall that people were very small in front of it. He suddenly felt a kind feeling, as if something was calling him. It was wonderful. Before he left, ansudong put his spiritual imprint into the tree. When the ginkgo tree had spiritual awareness, he would remember himself, I made a friend in advance.

After the ginkgo tree and not far away, a spectacular platform came into view, the platform is all paved with red black stone.

This surprised ansudong.

The red black stone is a very hard stone, because it contains a lot of metal minerals, and ordinary swords can't cut it. Look at the smooth section of the red black stone, it may be cut with magic tools. Can we say that the ancestor of Wang Yang's old friend is still a practitioner? Otherwise, how can we explain what happened in front of us.

A magnificent gate stands in the air, which is also made of red black stone. Moreover, the gate is made of a whole piece of red black stone. It's really a ghost axe. Even ansudong now has no such ability.

"Zhentian gate! What a domineering name. It's more than a thousand years old. It's estimated that it's thousands of years old, isn't it? "

An Sudong has studied all kinds of ancient Chinese characters, and few of them can be recognized now.

"Awesome, Su Dong, you know this kind of character. At that time, I searched all kinds of materials, but I didn't find this kind of character. I learned it from my old friend."

Mr. Wang Yang was surprised. How could his apprentice know everything? There are too many cooks, racing cars and traditional Chinese medicine. Now there is another one, historian.

After passing this gate, there are stone buildings everywhere, such as library, Elixir room, confidential room, scriptures and so on. It seems that this is a cultivation sect gate, but now it is empty, and there is nothing in it, but the appearance is very well preserved, and there is no damage.

Wang Yang roared and waited for almost two minutes. Finally someone answered.

"Why did you come at this time? Who is next to you? I said that you would not bring anyone else. Why did you bring strangers again?"

An Sudong could hear that the voice was pale and weak, and there was a faint tremor, which was obviously a sign of the lack of Qi.

"This is not a stranger. Remember what I told you last time? I took an apprentice, the young man in front of me, and I just asked him to visit you."

After Wang Yanglao's words, the mountain became quiet for a moment, and he couldn't even hear a bird.

"An Sudong called on his predecessors. They have done a lot of research on Taoism. I just want to ask them some questions. I hope they will agree."

These words of an Sudong are respectful and respectful, and they are also the most traditional worship rites of Taoism. Combined with the rich voice of an Sudong, the mountains are more ethereal.

"Young man, you have a lot of attainments in Daoism. I heard old friend Wang Yang say that you are a very good cook. You are also very good at winning our kitchen god competition in China, so come on up."

After hearing the promise, Mr. Wang Yang happily gave a thumbs up to an Sudong. With this, he pried the door open, which was better than his old friend.

"Sit down, you. This is the new tea I picked this morning. Let's have a taste. Do you have any research on tea?"

This is an 80-90-year-old Taoist. He is dressed in linen clothes and has a jade plaque around his waist, on which the character "Dao" is written in seal script.

If it is seen by outsiders, it can be regarded as immortality. His eyes are bright and energetic, but an Sudong can see at a glance that the old Taoist is very weak, and his life is obviously short.