You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chang Qing looked at the location of the Yuling Sect on the map. It was nearly two thousand miles away from here. He couldn't help but sigh at how big the world was.

After estimating the time, Changqing waited several days before packing up and setting off.

Turning around to look at the ruins where he had lived for nearly a year, Changqing was a little dazed, sighing that time passed by unnoticed. He put aside the trace of nostalgia in his heart and rode on Jiaocang's back towards the north.

There was still plenty of time, so Changqing was not in a hurry. He walked and looked around, learning more about the customs, and was quite leisurely.

Time passed day by day, and a few days turned into yesterday. By the time Changqing realized it, he had already entered the Yuling Sect's sphere of influence.

Chang Qing, riding on a tall white wolf along the way, naturally attracted a lot of people's attention. Because of this huge wolf, many people gave up the idea of ​​dealing with him.

With a lot less trouble, Changqing felt more at ease.

After entering the Yuling Sect's sphere of influence, he shrunk Jiao Cang and held him in his arms.

The result was contrary to expectations. The shrunken Jiao Cang was very cute and attracted many girls who wanted to bid for him. Chang Qing rejected them one by one, touched his face, and lamented that he did not have such great charm.

Changqing was thinking about something else in his mind. Ever since he woke up from the coffin, he seemed to have not grown any taller and had always looked like a sixteen-year-old boy. This was a torture for Changqing who wanted to restore his masculine charm.

"My stubble! My body! My masculine charm! All gone!"

Chang Qing howled to the sky, causing the woman who was playing with her child to quickly pick up the child and leave in a hurry. A faint voice could be heard: "I didn't expect someone so young to go crazy!"

Changqing's posture was stiff, and he looked like he wanted to cry but couldn't.

After complaining, Changqing continued on his way. The closer he got to the Yuling Sect, the denser the spiritual energy around him became. Changqing pondered secretly and gradually figured out some clues. This place seemed to be located on a spiritual vein, and a formation was used to prevent the spiritual energy from escaping, thereby increasing the concentration of the spiritual energy here.

“I wonder what the scene would be like if it were paired with a spirit gathering array.”

In Changqing's memory, there is a formation taught by Grandpa Zhao, which can automatically collect spiritual energy between heaven and earth and bring it into the range covered by the formation, so as to increase the concentration.

After thinking about it, Changqing gave up. After all, if he was discovered, being beaten would be the least of his worries. It would be better to wait and see how the situation develops.

After a difficult journey, Changqing finally arrived at the gate of Yuling Sect.

A huge gatehouse that is as big as half a mountain stands not far away. The gatehouse is carved with cloud shadows, beasts and floating dragons, all of which are embellished with fine jade and gold. The whole gatehouse looks magnificent. There are three large characters "Yuling Sect" carved with unknown gems on the gatehouse.

The first thing that came to Changqing's mind when he saw this gate tower was that it was luxurious, luxurious without any reason.

Changqing then looked into the distance, where many mountains gradually came into view. The mountains were covered with lush trees and verdant greenery, and the red bricks and glazed tiles in the forest were shining brightly. The blending of architecture and nature was just right, giving people a sense of being "from nature, yet higher than nature".

Even though it was noon, the fog in the mountains had not diminished at all. From time to time, birds flew by, flocks of cranes, and human figures flew through the woods.

The scene that could only appear in dreams now truly appeared in Changqing's eyes.

"This TN is the fairyland!" Chang Qing couldn't help but blurt out a Taoist curse.

Looking at this scene, combined with Yun Qinghan's introduction, Chang Qing developed a strong interest in the Yuling Sect. He couldn't help but feel excited.

The mountain gate is bustling with people coming and going.

Thinking that tomorrow would be the opening ceremony of the Yuling Sect held every ten years, there would probably be tens of thousands of people taking part in the assessment, and Changqing understood.

Changqing stopped in the small town outside the mountain gate. He was a little surprised and curled the corner of his mouth. Wherever he looked, he was shocked. The number of people in the town could not be described as numerous. All he could see were people, shoulder to shoulder.

From time to time, someone's foot was stepped on and they cried out in pain. They wanted to find someone but didn't know who it was, so they could only curse inwardly.

There were many people in the crowd who had lost contact with their families and were anxiously looking for them.

Many girls were squeezed so hard that their makeup was ruined and their hair was disheveled, looking like "Auntie Wang" who had just won an argument with her neighbor.

"Hiss~" Chang Qing took a deep breath and felt that it would be better not to go in. Under this situation, the famous tourist attractions in his previous life must not have been as crowded as here.

The inn was already full, so it was pointless to go. I had originally wanted to see what rare things there were in the sect’s market, but the current situation killed this idea instantly.

Resting is resting anywhere, so why bother with formalities? Changqing thought about it and found a tree to rest under for the night.

He found a big tree and jumped up. He heard a sound of "Ouch!" and Changqing felt like he was stepping on a water bed, which was quite comfortable.

Just as I was enjoying myself, I heard a curse: "Are you blind? You stepped on someone and you still don't move! Are you looking for death?"

Realizing that he had stepped on someone, Changqing reluctantly jumped onto a nearby tree branch. He just hesitated a little while jumping, after all, the feeling on his feet was so good that he was reluctant to leave.

Changqing looked at the man. He was a little fat, even his face was chubby. But he was only about eleven or twelve years old, and looked like a little meatball. When he spoke, ripples appeared on his face.

Seeing that Chang Qing didn't answer, the little fat boy became even more angry: "Hey, I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"

Although he was at fault, Chang Qing still wanted to tease the little fat boy. He frowned, his eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent, and asked in a cold voice:

"Can you try saying something again?"

The fat boy's entire body trembled, and he felt that the surroundings had become much colder. He knew that this man might have killed someone, so he quickly smiled and said:

"I'm sorry, bro. I didn't recognize you. I apologize!"

His voice was trembling, as if he was afraid that he might lose his life.

Chang Qing snorted coldly and said, "If you keep using such a dirty mouth next time, I will cut three thousand knives on your body, believe it or not!"

Changqing obviously saw the little fat boy, and his buttocks tightened. He knew he had done something wrong, and felt a little apologetic. Without saying anything else, he jumped off the tree, whistled, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

The little fat boy on the tree walked away gradually amidst the whispered insults.

The little fat man cursed quietly for a while, and seemed a little tired. He wanted to lie down again, but he felt something hurting his back. When he got up, he found that a few spirit stones had appeared where he was lying without him noticing.

The little fat man was stunned for a moment, looked around, and found that no one was looking at him. He hurriedly picked up the spirit stone and put it in his arms. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered: "It seems that my ability to judge people is still not good enough, um! I need to practice more!"

The little fat boy was a smart man. He lay down again and started whistling the same whistle that Changqing had whistled when he left.