A void suddenly lit up with a faint light, and then a small whirlpool appeared.
The vortex grew more and more, and finally turned into the size of a meter.
In the next instant, a tall and slender figure fell out of it, and fell downward, and it was Ye Wuque!
With a thought, Ye Wuque suddenly landed lightly. After he stood firm, he looked back at the void, where is the whirlpool channel?
Just as he retracted his gaze and looked at this brand new world, his gaze suddenly condensed!
"This is the fairyland...the seventh floor?"
I saw that the place where Ye Wuque was standing at this moment was a field road.
Behind him, there were fertile fields, filled with turquoise seedlings, like big green grids, stretching far away.
At the same time, Ye Wuque felt an unprecedented... fairy aura!
The fertile fields are endless, spread across the horizon, immortal spirits are surging, the world is natural, the birds and flowers everywhere, quiet and far-reaching.
Standing on the field road, Ye Wuque only felt his heart settled down, and he was extremely comfortable.
There was a breeze blowing on his face, it was very comfortable, he even smelled the fragrance of flowers and earth.
Ye Wuque can distinguish clearly!
This is not an illusion, nor a fantasy, but a real existence!
far away.
He even saw a lot of people working in the fields.
There are everything for men, women and children.
All of them were filled with smiling faces and their faces were simple. Many people also found Ye Wuque and looked over curiously.
哞!
Suddenly, a bull cry came from behind Ye Wuque.
Ye Wuque looked back.
Suddenly saw a big green cow pulling a wooden cart, slowly coming in slowly, sticking his tongue to the moist weeds on the side of the road from time to time, curling up a pile of it and chewing lightly.
In the bullock cart, an old man who seems to be in his sixties is driving. Behind him, a child who is only six or seven years old is looking at Ye Wuque curiously.
Finally, Da Qing Niu dragged the bullock cart and walked to Ye Wuque's front. The road was blocked, and he stopped immediately. His clear big eyes glanced at Ye Wuque, not annoyed, but started eating grass on his own.
"This young man? You are not from our village, are you? Are you lost?"
In the car, Old Han suddenly spoke, with a rough but simple smile, and asked Ye Wuque in concern.
The old man's voice is low, but powerful, and more cordial.
"Grandpa, the clothes on this big brother are so beautiful!"
The six or seven-year-old child also opened his mouth sharply, pointing to the black robe on Ye Wuque's body, with a look of envy.
"Niu baby, don't point at others, it's very rude!"
The old Han said in a low voice, Niu Baby immediately hugged her head with aggrieved expression.
And at this moment, Ye Wuque stared at the two grandparents unblinkingly, expressionless, but there was a storm in his heart! !
What did he see?
The fairy light is surging!
Aura surges!
Life is strong!
The two grandfathers and grandsons in front of them are in harmony, the celestial light is introverted, but the brilliance is radiant. They obviously look very ordinary, but they exude a kind of immortal meaning of natural Taoism and harmony between man and nature.
Their physical bodies are extremely transparent, with a wide range of veins, emitting a faint brilliance everywhere.
Obviously there is no cultivation base!
Clearly just ordinary mortals!
But has a fairy body!
Ye Wuque couldn't believe his eyes!
He immediately looked around, and immediately saw the people in the fertile fields in the distance, and the same was true, all of them were no different from this grandson.
"How is this possible?"
"What the is this place?"
"The seventh floor of fairy soil!"
"All mortals are immortals?"
Ye Wuqian cannot calm down.
But he was calm on the surface, and gently arched his hand: "This old man, I did get lost. I strayed into this place. I don't know how to get out."
"Hehe, you are too polite from this post-natal period, it doesn’t matter, meeting is fate, you must have been walking for a long time, tired and hungry, go to our house to have a meal and have a tea break, then the old man will send you out."
The old man smiled and said, very hospitable, with a simple face.
And Ye Wuque here, also feels that the old man has no vicious thoughts, and no evil intentions. He really thinks so.
This makes Ye Wuque feel even more incredible!
"Then thank you Lao Zhang."
Ye Wuque said to thank him.
"Go! Go home for dinner!"
Children are extremely happy.
Ye Wuque also got in the bullock cart, followed the old man to the house, looking at the green fields along the way, watching the old man say hello to many people, it was natural and peaceful.
Ye Wuque was silently observing the whole process.
He can be sure!
The people who appear in front of you are all real people, they are not fake, nor are they fake.
Each of them has a fairy light translucent body, which is obviously very ordinary, but they all have a fairy body.
It is strange!
They didn't seem to care, but regarded it as normal.
This made Ye Wuque's eyes flash more and more.
Soon.
On the side of a good field, a bungalow with three houses appeared at the end of Ye Wuque's gaze.
The cow baby had already jumped off the bullock cart and ran over.
On the roof, the smoke rushed.
Someone is cooking in a pot.
"Grandma! Grandma! I'm hungry!"
Niuwa yelled and screamed, jumping around, so happy.
But instead of entering the door, he waited for the old man and Ye Wuque at the door.
The big green cow took the initiative to enter the house, stood leisurely on the open space at the door, and continued to bury his head in the already arranged aquatic trough, continuing to feast on it.
The old man got out of the car here too, but he was not busy entering the door either. Instead, he stood with Niuwa and bowed towards the portrait of the door pasted on the door of the house.
"Hidden, don't be offended, this is an ancient gift in our village."
"The great'Shangxian' has guarded our world for a long time, protected us from peace, and kept the weather smooth and rainy, with more than a year and a harvest. Therefore, the'Shangxian' was turned into a picture of the door god, and it was posted on the door of every household and went out One worship, one worship at home, are ancient rituals that we must follow."
The old man saluted and explained to Ye Wuque with a smile.
Ye Wuque nodded lightly, his gaze suddenly turned to the painting of the gods on the door.
Next moment!
When Ye Wuque saw the figure in the painting of the immortal clearly, his pupils shrank slightly!
Above the screen.
A young man stands out.
He is wearing a noble and gorgeous, it seems that there are countless feathers condensed by feathers, exuding a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.
Handsome face, unfathomable, looking forward, like an immortal emperor.
"Lu Yuhuang..."
Ye Wuque slowly spit out these three words in his heart, with a touch of surprise.
Yes!
At this moment, printed on the portrait of the gate god, the old man called the "shangxian" who has guarded this world for a long time, and it is exactly when entering the Yuhua immortal soil that he has mysteriously disappeared, and the Emperor Lu Yu almost never appeared! !
