It Turns Out I am a Dao Ancestor

Baihua Valley is located in the Southern Region, about 100,000 kilometers away from the Great Demon Mountain.

In the valley, the four seasons are like spring, which is a good place to cultivate flowers.

Outside Baihua Valley, because people buy and sell flowers all the year round, a small town has gradually formed, called Baihua City.

this day.

Sun Hao and Huang Rumeng came to Hundred Flowers City and looked at the street in front of them, frowning slightly.

I saw that in the City of Hundred Flowers, there were few pedestrians.

"call……"

A gust of wind passed, and the dry flower branches were blown around.

It looks like a bleak scene.

This is completely different from the legendary Hundred Flowers City.

"Is this the City of Hundred Flowers? Why did it become like this?" Sun Hao frowned slightly.

I was thinking of buying some flowers to cultivate in Baihua City, but when I came here, I was really disappointed.

"Young master, I don't know about this either, do you want to ask someone?" Huang Rumeng asked.

"it is good!"

Sun Hao nodded, saw a teahouse, and walked inside without thinking about it.

Tea house, but a good place to inquire about news.

"I don't know what's wrong with this southern region? Strange things happen again and again!"

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I heard the voice of a storyteller.

Next to the storyteller, there were many people around.

Sun Hao found a corner and sat up with Huang Rumeng.

"What's going on recently? Let's hear it!"

"Yeah, don't give a shit!"

The storyteller looked at the few people with anxious expressions, raised the corner of his mouth, and patted the table top.

"I just ask you, have you had any nightmares recently?" the storyteller asked.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces changed.

How would he know?

"Yes, nothing has happened in the past few days. I can't sleep and often have nightmares!"

"Me too, as the saying goes, don't do bad things for others, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. I haven't done any bad things, and I have been having nightmares recently. What the hell is going on?"

The storyteller sighed, "Actually, like you, I've been having nightmares these days!"

"Even if you don't sleep and keep meditating and practicing, your whole person will sink into a nightmare, and you will wake up the next day with no energy at all!" said the storyteller.

When everyone heard this, they nodded.

"Me too!"

"How come you are like me, recently cultivating, not advancing but retreating!"

"Did something big happen?"

There was worry written on everyone's face.

"You're wrong! It's not that something big is about to happen, it's already happening!" said the storyteller.

"What? Has it happened? What's the big deal?"

"Let's not talk about other places, just in the southern region, two major events happened!"

"The first one is that the head of the Jiang family died suddenly last night!"

As soon as the words came out.

Everyone was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

"hiss……"

The sound of gasping for air came and went.

After a while.

"What? The head of the Jiang family is dead? How is this possible?"

"The Jiang family's patriarch is a half-immortal, and his means reach the sky. It is said that the talisman drawn can reach the heavens and the earth, and avoid ghosts and gods! How could he die?"

Looking at the puzzled faces of everyone, the storyteller pretended to be mysterious, "Do you know how the head of the Jiang family died?"

When everyone heard this, they shook their heads in unison.

"I'm sorry, I'm still hungry today, please donate generously!" The storyteller clasped his fists slightly.

As soon as the words came out.

Everyone waved their hands together.

"Come on, an immortal cultivator will still be hungry, if he likes to talk about it!"

"That is, our business is not good now. The gate of Baihua Valley is closed, and we can't buy flowers. How can we make money?"

"Yes, I don't know how to be considerate of us and take care of your business for so long!"

When it comes to Lingshi, the onlookers scattered.

The storyteller sat there, smiling awkwardly.

With a look from Sun Hao, Huang Rumeng stepped forward and took out ten high-grade spirit stones.

Immediately.

The storyteller's eyes gleamed in uncontrollable surprise.

He didn't even think about it, he walked straight to Sun Hao and saluted respectfully, "Thank you, Young Master!"

"No, keep talking!" Sun Hao said.

"Yes, son!"

The storyteller clasped his fists and said, "Young Master, in fact, the head of the Jiang family went to Youze half a month ago, and when he returned, he became seriously ill!"

"It's only half a month, and he died suddenly!"

"Youze is a forbidden area of ​​life, let alone him, even an immortal would not dare to enter!"

Hearing this, Sun Hao nodded secretly.

"What about the second thing?" Sun Hao asked.

"Young Master, the second major event is the Valley of Flowers!"

"Ten days ago, Hundred Flowers Valley was suddenly closed without any warning!"

"This has caused the Hundred Flowers City, which relies on Hundred Flowers Valley, to go into depression soon!" said the storyteller.

"Why are there so many immortal cultivators snapping up the flowers of the Hundred Flowers Valley?" Sun Hao asked.

"Son, because the flowers in Baihuagu are not only beautiful, but also have the effect of calming the gods and sleeping, exorcising evil spirits and avoiding evil, and even more, they can release spiritual energy and speed up cultivation!"

"Each flower has different functions, and now many monks have nightmares at night, and there are countless people who come to buy flowers!"

"Although Hundred Flowers City is depressed, the outside of Hundred Flowers Valley is overcrowded!"

The storyteller was afraid that Sun Hao would not be satisfied, so he finished in one breath.

"Then did they announce the reason?" Sun Hao asked.

"No!"

The storyteller shook his head slightly, "However, they are recruiting master flower cultivators recently!"

"Master of flower cultivation?" In Sun Hao's eyes, the brilliance was fleeting.

"Yes, son. However, their request is too difficult. It has been five days, and it seems that no one has passed." The storyteller said.

Sun Hao nodded slightly.

I have the supreme planting technique, not to mention flowers, any plant, as long as it does not die, it will not grow up obediently in my own hands.

"By the way, has anyone investigated the cause of the nightmare?" Sun Hao asked.

"No, even the strongest Jiang family in the southern region has no clue. How can ordinary immortal cultivators do anything!" The storyteller shook his head for a while.

"Okay, thank you!"

Sun Hao stood up.

The news is clear, and now you can go directly to Baihua Valley.

"Young Master, do you want to go to Baihua Valley?" Huang Rumeng asked.

"Not bad!" Sun Hao nodded.

"Master, I'll take you in!" Huang Rumeng said.

"No need!"

Sun Hao waved his hand slightly, "We're here to buy flowers, it's not good to break in like this. If there is a fight, you'll have to hurt those flowers!"

"Young master, then they won't sell, how can we buy it?" Huang Rumeng wondered.

"Then join them!" Sun Hao said.

"Young Master, do you want to be a trainer?" Huang Rumeng asked.

"kindness!"

Sun Hao nodded, "Like a dream, take me outside the Valley of Flowers!"

"Yes, son!"

The two walked out of the teahouse.

Then, it rose into the sky, turned into a ray of light, and instantly appeared outside the Hundred Flowers Valley.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Sun Hao couldn't help frowning.

I saw that outside the Hundred Flowers Valley, densely packed with people.

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