When he looked into the distance, he saw clouds and mist lingering in the distance!
Between the clouds and mist, the faintly discernible mountain peaks changed into various interesting postures. They sometimes looked like floating fairies, sometimes like old men holding staffs, sometimes like monkeys offering peaches, sometimes like wild horses … They were faintly discernible in the early morning mist, sometimes far away and sometimes close.
Although He Wude and He Laibao's paths were initially different, nobody expected them to meet at a certain place in the end.
Although they had not returned to Hengshan for 40 years, they would never forget this place in their hearts.
After traveling for several days, He Yiming initially thought that the two elders deliberately slowed down to take care of Yuan Lixun because she was slow. However, as they got closer and closer to their target, He Yiming could see that the two old men were actually very nervous.
They were not afraid, but excited. It was an indescribable feeling.
In Taicang County, they kept saying that they wanted to return to Hengshan, that they wanted to go back and surprise those who mocked them forty years ago and said that they would never be able to return to their sect. They wanted to make those people pick up the insults they said in the past and swallow them down.
However, when they were really close to Hengshan, they could not help but feel nervous.
At this moment, the two old men were looking at a huge undulating mountain range in the distance. The expression in their eyes was extremely complicated.
He Yiming looked at them and finally asked, "Grandpa, have we arrived?"
He Wude sighed and said, "Yes, we've arrived." He seemed to have just woken up from a strong emotion. His spirit was lifted, and he said loudly, "Let's go."
He Laibao also laughed and said, "Let's go."
The two elders strode forward. Their bodies were as straight as javelins, and their feet kept swinging as if they were nurturing extremely powerful forces.
He Yiming looked at the two of them in surprise. At this moment, although there were only two of them, He Yiming suddenly felt like he was facing an army of thousands of men and horses.
This kind of feeling shouldn't have appeared on the bodies of Houtian cultivators, but at this moment, He Yiming could clearly sense that because of their intense, unprecedented emotional fluctuations, they had actually undergone a miraculous transformation with some kind of external force that He Yiming had never imagined.
In his mind, a crazy scene of thousands of horses galloping suddenly appeared. Although the aura emitted by the two elders was far from reaching that level, there was a faint embryonic form.
He Yiming sighed deeply. His eyes were shining brightly. In his heart, he seemed to have touched upon a certain key point.
Unfortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment before it disappeared in an instant. It became unfathomable once more.
"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Lixun asked in a low voice.
There was already a faint feeling of telepathy between her and He Yiming. Just based on his subtle reactions, she knew that he was not in a very good mood at the moment.
He Yiming smiled at her and said in a low voice, "It's nothing. I just thought of a certain technique, but unfortunately I haven't understood it yet."
Yuan Lixun comforted him, "Young Master, I believe that you will understand it."
He Yiming nodded his head heavily, his eyes full of strong confidence.
The two of them held hands and walked forward side by side with the two elders.
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The mountain peak seemed to be right in front of them, but when they walked over, they realized that the journey was not short.
After half a day, He Wude and the others finally arrived at the foot of the mountain peak.
The scenery here did not seem to be different from other places, but He Yiming found a path in the mountain forest.
This path was rather obvious. It was clearly the result of countless people trampling on this mountain path for who knew how many years.
When they arrived at this path, He Wude and the old man became more and more excited.
However, if one were to look at them purely from the outside, their expressions were extremely calm. If not for the fact that He Yiming knew them very well and had followed them all the way here, he might not have been able to feel the stormy waves in their hearts at this moment.
He Wude stopped on the path for a moment, then bent down and took a deep breath of the wildflowers by the side of the road.
He closed his eyes. At this moment, it seemed that his entire mind was immersed in it. He was wholeheartedly enjoying the fragrance of the wildflowers, as if the most peaceful moment of his life had appeared here.
He Yiming's eyes lit up. When he saw this scene, he felt as if he had seen a peerless painting.
Elder Ho Wu De's body actually gave off a feeling that he had already become one with the world.
It was as if he was in Heaven and Earth, and if he was moved away, a black hole would appear in Heaven and Earth, and it would no longer be harmonious.
He Yiming clicked his tongue in wonder. The old man was clearly not a cultivator of the Innate Realm, but the moment he got close to Mount Heng, he continuously displayed a magical power that only an Innate Realm powerhouse could display.
If He Yiming had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have dared to believe it.
He looked at his grandfather quietly as if he had comprehended something from the old man.
It was a pure feeling, an indescribable feeling. Not only could he not describe it with words, but he also did not know what it was.
However, he had a feeling that if he could really comprehend this power, it would be an incomparably huge help to his cultivation of the Martial Way.
The old man suddenly stood up. He glanced ahead, and once again set foot on the path forward.
From the moment he stood up, the magical feeling of being one with Heaven and Earth disappeared. He Yiming frowned slightly and could not help but wring his hands.
This was a very rare opportunity. Not only for him, but even for his grandfather, it was also a rare opportunity.
If his grandfather could frequently enter this state, then even if he was not a cultivator of two interrelated systems, he would most likely have the possibility of advancing to the Innate Realm.
However, this realm was purely a product of an accident. How could it be so easy for postnatal cultivators to enter it? The probability of this was so low that it was probably even lower than the epiphany of a Innate Realm powerhouse.
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The mountain peak that He Wude was advancing on was the tallest among the nearby mountains.
When they reached the mountainside, the road in front suddenly widened, and neat stone steps suddenly appeared in front of everyone after a bend.
If the road behind them was the rugged path in the mountains, then the road in front of them was the real bright road.
Looking up, this road seemed to have no end in sight.
He Yiming sighed in his heart. It was indeed a sect that had been passed down for more than three thousand years. They were able to build such a grand project in the depths of the mountains and forests.
He really did not know how they did it in such an environment. Could it be that the whole sect flocked together and did not need to cultivate?
Just as He Yiming was looking into the distance, he saw a flash of light above him. Soon after, a sharp and ear-piercing whistle suddenly flew over.
A long silver arrow whizzed down from the side of the road.
The arrow was so powerful, but it was not aimed at them. Instead, it landed steadily on the stone steps ten meters away from them.
"About the same as Big Brother, Level Eight inner strength." He Yiming's voice suddenly sounded. His voice was not loud, but it happened to be heard by the two old men in front of him.
He Wude and the old man were slightly startled, and then they saw a person running down the mountain.
This person came to the silver arrow ten meters away from them and stopped. This was a young man about twenty-five years old. His body was slender and straight, and his face was cold. His black eyebrows were like the wings of an eagle. His tall eyebrows were slightly lowered, and two bone-piercing cold lights shot out from his deep eye sockets.
After this person saw He Yiming and the others, he muttered in his heart. In this group, there were either old men or women. The only young man, but his face seemed to be a little too young.
He was a cautious person, but at this moment, he could not guess the purpose of these people. However, in his memory, he did not seem to have seen these people, so he said with a cold face, "Everyone, this is an important place of the Hengshan Sect. If you came here by accident, then please leave. "
He Wude looked at this person and smiled at He Laibao. They finally understood what He Yiming's words meant.
This person was about the same age as He Yiming, but he was also at Level Eight inner strength. Even in the Hengshan Sect, he was definitely one of the best among the younger generation.
However, there was a trace of astonishment in their eyes. When He Yiming said these words, this person did not come out at all. Then how did he deduce this person's age and cultivation? This was a little too amazing. Could it be that every Xiantian Master had a skill similar to X-ray vision?
However, they did not know that He Yiming did not have X-ray vision, but he had a strange ability that even X-ray vision could not compare to. Moreover, other than Xiantian Masters of the wind element, other Xiantian Masters would find it difficult to learn this strange skill even if they wanted to.
He Wude collected his thoughts and said with a pleasant expression, "Young man, we didn't go the wrong way. We're specifically heading to the Hengshan Sect."
The young man's face changed instantly, and he moved his feet slightly apart.
With such a small change, a strong murderous aura suddenly surged out of his body, accompanied by the gentle mountain breeze, blowing against his face.
There was no anger on He Wude's old face. When he saw the outstanding young disciples of Hengshan, there was no jealousy in his heart. Instead, a feeling of pride arose spontaneously.
'Look, this is the Hengshan Sect …'
As if sensing He Wude's goodwill, the young man's face gradually relaxed. Although he still maintained a vigilant look, the murderous aura on his body had weakened a lot.
He Wude nodded and said, "Young man, we don't have any bad intentions. We're just here to see the Medicine Man from the Spiritual Medicine Peak."
The young man, who had just calmed down, tensed up again. He pursed his lips and increased his aura again. This time, the murderous aura on his body was much stronger than before.
Yuan Lixun's body trembled slightly as she felt a chill run down her spine from the impact of the baleful aura. He Yiming frowned slightly. With a slight wave of his robe, an imposing aura immediately filled the air. However, his aura only lingered around him and Yuan Lixun. When it came into contact with Yuan Lixun's murderous aura, it was like a soft wall made of clouds and mist, gently pushing it away. It was not obvious at all, and the other party did not even notice it.
The fact that he could use his essential Qi to this extent meant that his control of the clouds and mist had reached the stage where he could use them as he pleased. There was no longer any obstruction.
The young man's face gradually turned grave. Although he did not panic, it was obvious that he wanted to retreat.
The four of them looked like old and weak women, and the only male among them was obviously younger than him.
Despite that, the young man's aura was suppressed to its peak, but the young men acted as if nothing happened. It was as if they did not feel the powerful aura from a Level-8 inner force master at all.
At that moment, the young man realized that the four of them were powerful. At the very least, their inner force cultivation was not inferior to his at all.
He took a deep breath and said, "Since you've come from afar, logically speaking, I shouldn't stop you. However, the Medicine Man from the Spiritual Medicine Peak is refining spiritual medicine at the moment, so I'm afraid that he won't have time to meet you. "
He Wude was stunned. He thought about it for a while. There were three other peaks in Mount Heng, where the other two great elders and the most powerful great elder stayed.
However, He Wude did not want to bother them at all. After all, he was chased out of Mount Heng in the past because of the elders' insistence. If it was not for the Medicine Man's protection, he would have been left behind.
After pondering for a while, he finally asked, "Young man, is He Wude from the Spiritual Medicine Peak here?"
The young man was startled, then he asked respectfully, "Senior, do you know Grandmaster He?"
A look of reminiscence appeared in He Wude's eyes as he said, "I've known him for more than 70 years."
The young man's expression immediately changed. The murderous aura on his body disappeared, and there was even a trace of embarrassment on his face. He said, "Senior, since you are acquainted with Ancestor He, why don't you go to the pavilion halfway up the mountain and sit for a moment while I go and report to him?"
He Wude asked curiously, "Wasn't the pavilion halfway up the mountain damaged a long time ago? Was it rebuilt in the past few decades?"
When the young man heard this, he was finally convinced that the other party was not spouting nonsense. He smiled and said, "Senior, the Guest Pavilion was indeed destroyed when this junior was young, but ten years ago, under the orders of Grand Ancestor Lian of Wind and Fire Peak, it was rebuilt."
He Wude nodded. Accompanied by the young man, the group walked up the stairs and arrived at the pavilion at the corner in a short while.
The pavilion was simple but spacious. Although it was not luxurious, it gave off an awe-inspiring feeling.
On the way here, He Yiming and the others already knew that this person was a great-grand-disciple of Elder Lian Yi from the Windfire Peak. It was called Zi Bo Bay. In terms of seniority, He Yiming, He Yitian, and He Yiming were of the same generation.
However, He Yiming was now a Xiantian grandmaster. Even if he joined the Mount Heng branch, he would be on par with the three great elders. Naturally, he was not someone the others could hope to catch up to.
There was actually a place in the pavilion for boiling water and tea. The pot of water on the shelf was already boiling.
Zi Bo Bay served them tea and said awkwardly, "There should have been at least two people guarding this place, but in the past 10 years, there have been very few guests who have come here. Therefore, there is usually only one person here. If there is any neglect, please do not blame me. "
He Wude waved his hand and said, "Young man, you are too polite. We have come from afar. To be able to have a cup of tea is already very satisfying."
Zi Bo Bay bowed slightly and said, "May I ask for senior's name? This junior will go and report to Master He."
He Wude muttered, "Tell him that Wude is here."
Zi Bo Bay seemed to be surprised for a moment, but in the end, he bowed and flew away.
He Yiming watched him leave and asked in surprise, "Grandfather, that He Wude elder's name is very similar to yours."
He Wude sighed and said, "Wude is the same as me. We are both orphans that master adopted when we were young. We have been medicine apprentices since we were young. He is the closest person to me in our branch. "
He Yiming suddenly understood and asked, "Grandfather, how did our family's surname come about?"
"Of course, we followed our master's surname." He Wude said unhappily, "Our master's surname was He. However, he has been in Hengshan for many years and has been in charge of Spiritual Medicine Peak. That is why he called himself the Medicine Daoist."
He Yiming slowly nodded. He finally understood.
Why was his grandfather so obsessed with Hengshan? It turned out that he had been thinking about his master, the Medicine Daoist, who had taken him in, raised him, and taught him martial arts.
Although He Yiming had not met the Medicine Daoist yet, he was already very grateful.
If it was not for the Medicine Daoist, He Wude might have died a violent death long ago and he would not have been born.
The four of them sat there quietly. He Yiming and Yuan Lixun were still fine, but the two elders felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.
If there were outsiders present, they could still remain calm. However, after they left, they found it difficult to suppress the complicated feelings in their hearts.
After a while, He Laibao stood up and walked slowly in the pavilion. Even with his cultivation of level ten inner force, he was still restless. It was obvious how emotional he was.
He Yiming suddenly smiled and said, "Grandfather, Bao Ye, someone is coming."
The two elders immediately looked at the top of the mountain. After a long time, they saw a person running down the mountain as if he was flying. He shouted, "Junior Brother, you are back …"
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