I want to go back to my original world and live an ordinary life.

After listening to Mr. Hong's story, the young man finally understood the grievances between Mr. Hong and the Golden Winged Dapeng, and he could not help but admire Mr. Hong even more. He could not bear for thousands of years for revenge, which was something that ordinary people could not do. But what the young man did not understand was why Mr. Hong did not tell him about this earlier. If he had told him about this earlier, he would certainly help Mr. Hong to take revenge, and he would not have to wait so long, and he would not have to ruin his life because of this.

Thinking of this, the young man asked his question. After listening to the young man's words, Old Man Hong said to him, "This is the grudge between this old man and the Golden Winged Dapeng. Naturally, this old man needs to understand it personally. Besides, the Golden Winged Dapeng is the master of the Western Mountain Range, and you are the master of the Eastern Mountain Range. If the two of you and I join forces, even if we can easily kill the Golden Winged Dapeng, it will inevitably provoke a war between the two mountain ranges. In that case, not only the two mountain ranges, but also the six kingdoms of the human race will be implicated. This old man does not want to disrupt the entire True Spirit Continent because of my own affairs, and I don't want to be a sinner of the True Spirit Continent."

After Old Master Hong finished speaking, the young man lowered his head and thought for a while. What Old Master Hong said just now was by no means groundless worry. If the two major mountain ranges in the east and west go to war, it is inevitable that the human race caught in the middle will be implicated. By then, the True Spirit Continent may really be in chaos. In addition, Old Master Hong wants to solve this matter by himself. This is a promise that Old Master Hong made to his wife and children. As an outsider, he really shouldn't interfere. Thinking of this, the young man slowly exhaled, and then didn't say anything more about the matter. Anyway, it has happened, and there is no point in saying anything more. So after thinking about it, he changed the subject and asked, "Tell me about your apprentice? I'm curious about what kind of person you will accept as your apprentice."

Hearing the young man mention his apprentice, Old Hong smiled again, and put all the things that happened just now behind him. He drank a sip of tea and said, "Speaking of my apprentice, it is really God's will." Then, Old Hong told the story of how he met Qiu Yan after he was injured and finally accepted Qiu Yan as his apprentice. After listening to Old Hong's story, the young man couldn't help but smile, and then said to Old Hong, "I didn't expect that Old Hong would accept a person with such poor talent as his apprentice. Aren't you afraid that he will lose your people?"

Although Master Hong's strength is not the strongest in this world, he is still a well-known person in the True Spirit Continent. If the disciple he accepts is too bad, it will be a disgrace to him. However, he is a dying man, so he still cares about his reputation. So he said to the young man, "I am dying soon. After I die, I will just be a pile of bones. What's the point of having a shame?"

After Mr. Hong finished speaking, the young man laughed. The young man had known Mr. Hong for a thousand years and knew Mr. Hong's character very well, so he was used to Mr. Hong's way of chatting.

Old Hong chatted with the young man for a long time, until the moonlight gradually faded and the sun was about to rise, Old Hong left the young man's palace. Before leaving, Old Hong also specifically told the young man not to tell others about his affairs, especially his apprentice Qiu Yan. The young man naturally knew what Old Hong was thinking, so he was naturally happy to help Old Hong keep the secret.

After leaving the young man, Old Hong went back to the wooden house. At this time, the east was already white. Old Hong walked into the wooden house, pushed open the door of the west room, and looked at Qiu Yan who was sleeping soundly. Although he felt a little reluctant, he still walked to Qiu Yan's side, and then waved his hand, and a water ball hit Qiu Yan's face. The cold water ball hit Qiu Yan's face and woke Qiu Yan up from his sleep. Qiu Yan, who didn't know what happened, sat up from the bed suddenly, looked around with some fear, and when he saw his master standing in front of him, Qiu Yan probably understood what was going on. He wiped the water off his face and said to the master, "Master, you are back."

Old Hong ignored Qiu Yan's words. He just looked at Qiu Yan and said calmly, "Get up and start practicing." Old Hong's tone was a little cold at this time, completely different from yesterday. Because Old Hong didn't have much time left, if he wanted to help Qiu Yan become a great spiritual master within three years, he had to be strict with Qiu Yan.

"Oh!" After hearing the master say that he was going to start practicing, Qiu Yan didn't say much. He responded and got off the bed and stood next to the master. Just when Qiu Yan wanted to ask the master how to practice, Master Hong grabbed Qiu Yan's shoulders and rushed out at an extremely fast speed. Although this speed was not as fast as flying, this time his master directly dragged him to run, and the speed was very fast. Qiu Yan was like a flying kite being pulled behind, and the whole person was floating up. Qiu Yan almost couldn't help vomiting. Fortunately, Qiu Yan was put down after running for a short time this time, but Qiu Yan felt dizzy and dazed. The whole person was like being drunk and staggering. He almost fell to the ground. It took a long time for Qiu Yan to stand up straight.

After Qiu Yan stood up straight, his master didn't waste time talking to him. He pointed to the mountain road ahead and said, "Run back along the spiritual power traces left by the master. Listen carefully, run!"

After Qiu Yan's master finished speaking, Qiu Yan looked in the direction of his master's finger and saw a light blue light floating in the air in the forest. This should be the spiritual power trace that the master mentioned. Looking at the spiritual power trace left by the master that was winding upward and had no end in sight, Qiu Yan nodded seriously. Now his training has begun. In order to go home earlier, Qiu Yan is not afraid of anything.

Seeing Qiu Yan agreed so readily, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Old Hong's mouth. Then he said to Qiu Yan, "This spiritual power trace can only last for one hour. If you haven't returned in one hour, you may never go back again. Because you can't get out of this mountain without guidance, so you have to be quick!" After that, Old Hong didn't wait for Qiu Yan to say anything, and disappeared in front of Qiu Yan in a flash.

Qiu Yan saw that his master had disappeared, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. He originally thought that his master would accompany him on the road, but he didn't expect that his master would leave him here alone! In this deep mountain forest, the light was not good, and Qiu Yan was a little scared. After all, this was the first time he had experienced such a thing since he was a child. It would be a lie to say that he was not scared.

He looked around and saw that there were weeds and trees all around, and the light was not good, so he always had a gloomy feeling, as if ghosts and zombies would appear at any time from where he could not see. There was no way, because in the ghost movies Qiu Yan had watched before, many ghosts and zombies appeared from such forests. This preconceived idea made him more and more afraid the more he thought about it.

Just when Qiu Yan felt scared, a beast roared from the dark jungle. The sound was deep and loud, just like a large beast like a tiger or a lion. It was not a pleasant thing to hear such a sound in the deep mountains and old forests. At least Qiu Yan's legs became weak after hearing the sound, and his heart was also panicked. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. Fortunately, this sound didn't sound like a ghost, and this beast roar also dispelled Qiu Yan's preconceived ideas.

Although he was scared, Qiu Yan still tried to calm himself down, because he knew that he couldn't be affected by these things now. Those ghosts and monsters were just scaring himself. There were no ghosts in this world. As for wild beasts, Qiu Yan felt that since his master left him here alone, he would definitely not let him be eaten by wild beasts, otherwise his master would not have accepted him as his apprentice.

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan straightened his mind and cleared all the messy thoughts in his mind. Then he turned his head to look at the spiritual power trace left by the master, gritted his teeth and ran along the spiritual power trace. Qiu Yan felt that since the master asked him to run along the spiritual power trace, the spiritual power trace must be a safe route that could lead him back to the wooden house, so he had to go back before the spiritual power trace disappeared, otherwise he might never be able to go back as the master said.

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan desperately ran forward along the spiritual power trace. Due to the poor light in the mountains, Qiu Yan's running was very difficult, and he stumbled along the way. However, since he didn't know how long this road was, and his time was limited, Qiu Yan didn't dare to stop even if he was in pain all over. Every time he fell, he immediately got up and ran.

In this way, as time went by, the sky gradually brightened, Qiu Yan could see the road clearly, and the number of times he fell became less and less. However, as time went by, the traces of spiritual power on the road became weaker and weaker. In addition, Qiu Yan's physical strength was almost at its limit, and his body was bruised and purple because of the fall, and it was still painful. So Qiu Yan's speed was much slower than before.

Although he thought that even if he didn't reach the wooden house before the traces of spiritual power disappeared, his master would not just leave him here, but Qiu Yan understood that he was practicing for himself, and the purpose of practicing was to be able to return to his original world. This was his own business, and he could neither be lazy nor leave a way out for himself. Only by doing his best could he be worthy of himself and his master.

Just like that, after an unknown amount of time, Qiu Yan's body was already severely overdrawn. At this time, he could hardly even walk, let alone run. The traces of spiritual power left by his master were already very blurred, as if they would disappear at any time. But even so, Qiu Yan still insisted on moving forward step by step at the fastest speed, exhausting all his strength in every step.

After walking for about ten minutes, the traces of spiritual power on the road completely disappeared, and the sky became bright. Qiu Yan, who could not see any traces of spiritual power, felt as if he had lost his backbone and did not know what to do. But at this moment, he looked up and saw a peach tree on the top of the mountain. Qiu Yan was very happy because he was very familiar with that peach tree. It was the spiritual peach tree planted by his master! Qiu Yan was excited again when he saw the spiritual peach tree, because seeing the spiritual peach tree proved that he was not far from the wooden house. Seeing hope, Qiu Yan did not care about being happy and continued to walk towards the direction of the spiritual peach tree. Although it was very slow and tiring, Qiu Yan never stopped and always moved forward at his fastest speed.

Although he saw the spiritual peach tree, it was still some distance away from Qiuyan. In addition, Qiuyan's physical strength had already been severely overdrawn, and every step was very difficult. Therefore, Qiuyan walked very slowly on this section of the road. It took him half an hour to reach the peach forest. After arriving at the peach forest, Qiuyan saw the familiar wooden house. In front of the wooden house, his master was standing there with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for him.

Seeing the master, Qiu Yan did not stop in the peach forest, dragging his exhausted body step by step towards the master. Although he wanted to walk faster at this time, it would be better to let himself run, but he really couldn't run, so he could only walk forward step by step. This section of the road is not far, only about a hundred meters, but Qiu Yan still took a lot of time, because he was too tired. At this time, he was completely using willpower to force himself to move, otherwise he couldn't take a step.