"This is the preaching rock?"

Ning Feng looked over curiously.

Shen Zhaoxuan was very considerate of the new disciple's mood, and stood aside with a smile, without urging him.

A hundred feet away is the preaching rock.

The preaching rock is like a strange peak protruding, protruding hundreds of feet from the body of Tianyun Peak. Even if there are no less than dozens of people gather on it, it does not seem crowded.

On the sunny side of Tianyun Peak, there are already sky clouds gathering. The protruding protrusion of the Sacred Rock is like an island floating in the sea of ​​clouds, floating as if it is about to fly through the sky.

"The Sermon Rock turned out to be like this."

Ning Feng murmured after seeing the scene in front of him.

In his imagination, the holy land of preaching should have brilliant buildings and heavy accumulations, and there might be monuments. Some people stand on it, with the words "Sometimes," which are preached by a certain ancestor.

After seeing the true appearance of Sacrifice Rock, although it was completely different from the imagination, Ning Feng would not feel disappointed.

The sermon rock is indeed a rock. At the center, there is a dark purple stone horizontally, and the stone is sunk downward in the middle, like a mark left by a person sitting for many years.

In front of this dark purple sermon stone, seven light yellow futons were lined up, with four people sitting on it, the last two were Liu Yichan and Mu Xiaoshu.

Ning Feng saw the registered disciples and vassals who saw him on the road, all of them stood respectfully on the periphery, holding his breath, and not even talking.

If it weren't for their expressions that showed strong expectation, Ning Feng would have thought it was all clay sculptures and wooden pestles.

"It's actually only our personal disciples who have a place."

Ning Feng looked at the four people on the futon, three empty positions, then looked at the people standing waiting to listen to the Tao, and then looked at the futons with different eyes.

It is obviously an ordinary futon, but it is invisibly given a certain sense of dignity and sacredness on the preaching rock.

"Junior brother, look at it above."

Shen Zhaoxuan quietly waited for Ning Feng to see it almost, and reached out to give a finger above the preaching rock.

"This is……"

Ning Feng followed what he was looking for, and couldn't help but open his mouth, shocked by the scene in front of him.

Above the preaching rock, in the vast sea of ​​clouds, there are countless dark purple stones floating, up and down, up and down, like the rising and falling of the sun, the moon, and the stars are hidden and the stars appear.

"One of these preaching stones was once a founder of our Tianyun lineage sitting upright on it and preaching the great way."

Shen Zhaoxuan's voice was full of reverence, and his eyes moved with the ups and downs of the preaching stones. He said in an emotional voice: "The ancestor preached on it, and the preaching stone will naturally infect the Taoist rhyme and have its own spirituality.

When the ancestors ascend or the immortals go, future generations will inspire the spirituality in the preaching stone, so that they can fly to the sky and dance in the sky, and watch the sermons of the next generation.

To show respect, to show never forget.”

Ning Feng heard it in his ears and did not look back. He looked like Shen Zhaoxuan, his eyes were fixed on the sermon stones, and he could vaguely feel different charms from them.

"Is this Daoyun?"

Ning Feng didn't know the answer, but he knew that it was not easy to let a stone fly up and never fall for years.

On the preaching rock, you can see the scattered preaching stones rising and falling in the sea of ​​clouds. It can only be as Shen Zhaoxuan said, the Taoist rhyme is soaked, making the stubborn stone nod.

"I think of my seniors and are fascinated by leisurely years. I really wish I could climb the preaching rock and start the preaching road one day. After leaving this world, there will be a preaching stone that lasts forever and remembers the later generations."

Shen Zhaoxuan sighed, Ning Feng nodded and looked at each other. Both of them saw the same desire in each other's eyes and smiled at each other.

"Let's go."

Shen Zhaoxuan took the lead and walked towards the preaching rock.

Ning Feng followed closely behind, stepped on it in a few breaths.

The sea of ​​clouds in the sky seemed to know that this was a sacred place of the Tianyun lineage. When the clouds licked to the edge, they would roll back and then halfway, and would dissipate, so that the faint smoke and clouds evaporate, which would separate the sermons into two levels of inside and outside.

One step before, I am still in the world.

After one step, the palace in the sky.

There are no magnificent palaces on the preaching rock, and some are quaint rocks that have settled into vicissitudes and have a rich charm.

Ning Feng walked over step by step, passed through a group of registered disciples, vassals and disciples, and walked to the seven cushions.

Shen Zhaoxuan walked towards the third futon, Ning Feng walked to the seventh futon, and sat down.

Next to it is a small tree.

Mu Xiaoshu twisted and twisted on the cushion, looking very nervous, and felt something was wrong all over.

Seeing Ning Feng sit down, he let out a long sigh, as if there was no one to be his companion.

Ning Feng nodded at him, and walked over the Mu Xiaoshu. Seeing Liu Yichan also had a small face tense, her body was straight and her eyes were not squinted, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Well, where is the eldest brother?"

Ning Feng remembered the situation on the seven cushions. After he and Shen Zhaoxuan arrived, the only vacant one was the position of the senior brother.

He was curious about this only senior brother Tianyun who had not met yet. He thought it was unlikely that he could meet this time.

At this time, people have not arrived yet, and the possibility of reappearing is very small.

Ning Feng was thinking randomly, and suddenly there was a sound of clouds rolling and unfolding outside the rock, as if the sea of ​​clouds was stirred by something, as if it was boiling.

He turned his head and saw that there were many figures outside the sermon.

"It is the Lord of Zhufeng Mountain and a personal disciple they are optimistic about."

Ning Feng glanced at it and identified the people divided into eight groups, each occupying one side.

Among them, behind Shen Buyi, the head of the Shen Palace, is Chen Xiwei.

When Ning Feng looked over, Shen Buyi was doing it casually, pulling the sky clouds and kneading them into a ball, condensed into a cloud bed and sat down. Chen Xiwei naturally stood behind him respectfully.

Her clothes were no different from before, but Ning Feng's eyes were sharp, and he could see a golden bracelet on Chen Xiweihao's wrist, shining with a bright light, and there was no way to describe the agility in it.

"It seems that Chen Xiwei is quite popular with the head of the Divine Palace. Not only did he bring her to the Master's teachings, but he also gave him treasures?"

Ning Feng looked at it, and the two looked at each other.

Chen Xiwei stared at me with a look of anger.

“Uh~”

Ning Feng couldn't figure it out, "Where did you mess with her?"

My daughter's family was not easy to guess, Ning Feng shrugged and looked at others.

This time he saw something strange.

The two of the masters of Zhufeng Mountain who were in their positions using their own methods, just like Shen Buyi, had two of them who were in charge of their own disciples who looked blue and swollen.

"What did these two do?"

Ning Feng wanted to look at him again, but as a result, the two new disciples' masters, the two masters of the same lineage, immediately noticed that his eyes looked faintly.

God knows what happened, but in short, both of them have a stern face and you can tell at a glance that they are not in a good mood.

"Let's forget it."

It was forgot that Chen Xiwei glared at me, but Ning Feng didn't want the two mountain masters to come like this, so he quickly withdrew his gaze.

As soon as he looked up, the moment he came back to his senses, there was still no one on the dark purple sermon stone. Just as his vision was about to move away, the sermon stone blurred, and the figure of Master Tian Yunzi suddenly appeared on it.

Tian Yunzi did not wear the usual yellow robe, but was wearing a white robe in the iconic white robe of the Sun God Palace.

"Is this the golden tex shirt?"

Ning Feng opened his eyes wide and clearly saw that Tian Yunzi was surrounded by light white light, which made him look like he was surrounded by light, which was even more dazzling.

"Disciple, pay homage to Master!"

All the six true teachings of the Tianyun lineage present stood up respectfully and worshiped them with great gifts.

Tian Yunzi's expression today is very different from the past, and his body is filled with indifference, alienation, and long-lasting smell, as if he has come out of the eternal and long-lasting period.

He nodded slightly and bent his fingers to the jade chime beside him.

"When~"

With a melodious sound, the audience bowed, and even the Lord of the Mountains sitting high above the clouds also bowed as a gift.

The sermon begins.

Ning Feng sat upright, focused, staring at Tian Yunzi's lips, waiting for his master to speak.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

After three breaths, Ning Feng's eyes were sore, and Tian Yunzi's lips were pursed tighter, without any intention of opening his mouth.

Ning Feng was about to blink when Tianyunzi moved.

He moved not his mouth, but his hands.

Tian Yunzi didn't give a glance, and slowly raised his hand and looked at everyone.

"This is?"

Ning Feng was confused, and the next moment, his whole body trembled and his expression changed drastically.
To be continued...