In Fengle Town, Qi Song found Zhang Yujiao and Jinlu. The old man didn't waste any words. He secretly whispered to the young girl and asked them to follow him and leave the town.

Because Qi Song is a martial artist in the Golden Body realm and has not yet been able to travel far across the land, the old man is just plundering in the night.

The young man wields the sword, which is only about ten feet above the ground, while the young girl sticks to the ground to control the wind.

Jin Lu joked: "Grandpa Qi, you are a drunkard, why don't you go up the mountain to attend the wedding banquet? If you go, Zhang Yujiao and I can go up the mountain with you,"

Qi Song, the chief guest of the Zhang family in Tiancao County, is a very famous old naughty boy who is very popular with the younger generation. The old man smiled and said at this moment: "The wine is like the flames of burning the body, and the color is like the steel knife for cutting meat. If I go to the mountain, a man can control me."

I couldn't stop drinking until I was in a daze, and then I fell in love with that third girl. Zhao Fuyang and Yu Chunzhi insisted on recognizing me as their son-in-law. They were drinking and entering the bridal chamber. It was too much."

Jinlu snorted.

The old man teased: "Jin girl, of course it's not strange that Yu Youyi doesn't like me, a bad old man, but it's strange to say that he doesn't like Yu Jie, a handsome and green young man, right? Are you happy?"

Zhang Yujiao asked curiously: "Grandpa Qi, do you have any explanation for the movement in the town in front?"

Qi Song patted his belly and shook his head, "I have an opinion, but I can't say it. When you have a chance in the future, you kid can treat me to a nice drink and see how I feel."

Grandmaster Pei had warned her not to reveal her whereabouts before. Qi Song did not dare to joke about this kind of thing.

The old man picked up a few stones with his toes, waved his sleeves, and shot them into the air one after another. He stood up from the ground and stepped on several stones, as if he were climbing up stairs.

Qi Song seemed to be bloated, but when he took a breath of pure Qi, he was actually as light as a feather at the moment, being lifted up by the last stone, as if he was rising slowly.

At the highest point, his body was suspended in the air. The old man looked down from a high position, and he discovered the traces of his disciple Lu Mo, who was leading a dark-skinned girl on a night journey.

Qi Song landed on the ground and laughed loudly, "Follow me, and whoever is slower will buy a drink."

Yu Youyi, dressed in night clothes and with a ghostly figure, was flying in the mountains and forests, and as fast as a wisp of blue smoke, he arrived at the small town at the foot of the mountain.

She stood on a roof and threw a blood-soaked satin package into a small courtyard in a shabby alley. "This head belongs to the neck of Gu Feng, the deputy envoy of the Guanjun Rong. As for the mountain god Li Teng over at the Wuteng Temple,

, No matter Gu Feng or Gu Feng, they will not survive tonight. Also, my father and Hehuan Mountain have an explanation for you. Don’t continue to entangle yourself. Miss Liu, you and Liu Tie must wait until half a stick of incense.

Guilty, leave the town as soon as possible. If you leave too late, you will bear the consequences. In the future, even if we accompany Duo Luojing to hold him accountable, we will have a clear conscience."

Unlike in the past, when he met a headless female ghost holding an umbrella in and outside the town, Yu Youyi would always be like a prostitute teasing a good family, insisting on pestering "Miss Liu" for a few words, but tonight he acted without any hesitation.

After dragging her feet, she brought the words to her. After she finished speaking, she returned to the mountains in good health.

Zhou Qiu called Liu Tie, and Liu Tie asked in a deep voice: "What should I say? Do you want to stay here and wait for the three of them to come down the mountain?"

Zhou Qiu said with a smile: "If we don't need to worry about their situation, just go to Pomo Peak and wait for news."

In Fenwan Mansion, Chen Ping'an suddenly asked: "How high will Zhao Fuyang's achievements be in the future?"

Lu Chen smiled and said: "Two flowers bloomed, one on each side. There are two explanations."

Chen Pingan said: "Suppose Zhao Fuyang did this?"

"Tomorrow's new Nascent Soul has the hope of reaching Yupu in the future, but the difficulty is not easy, and it will be bumpy in Tongyezhou."

Lu Chen raised his hand, counted with his fingers, and pondered for a moment, "If he fails to succeed, he will fall short tonight. If he fails to refine the mountain, he will lose this Taoist book. Tomorrow, Zhao Fuyang will fall from the bottleneck of the Jindan realm to the Dragon Gate realm.

, As for the future, it has to start in the Immortal Realm."

Except for Baimao who couldn't hear the conversation, Pei Qian could clearly hear the conversation between Master and Lu Chen.

Chen Pingan said: "Did Master Lu miss one or two situations?"

Lu Shendian

The head smiled and said: "If Zhao Fuyang can stay here and both the upper and lower mountains remain intact, he and the Liu family of Qingxing Kingdom will be beaten to death sooner or later. Naturally, everything will end.

. In other words, Zhao Fuyang can successfully ascend to Yuanying, and use the secret "Danshan" magical power of the Jinque sect, and finally leave this place of right and wrong. In case, Pindao is just saying that in case, he can become

One day, Zhao Fuyang is one of the most numerous true dragons in the world, and Zhao Fuyang is expected to occupy the destiny of the land as the leader of the Panshan lineage, and stand side by side on the top of the mountain with a small group of highly capable ascended monks."

"Let's just say that at this moment, Zhao Fuyang has four ways to go."

"But which path Zhao Fuyang will take, his ultimate achievements, and his future seem to depend on how we talk at this dinner table."

"Just like this table, there are you and me, there is Pei Qian, and now there is the ghost of Chuanziling, the White Mao. If the poor man is willing, he can also bring in Guanshi Yu, the maid who serves wine and food."

Chen Ping'an asked: "When I passed by Haoran, I first taught Baimao a recipe for immortality, and then accepted an anonymous disciple with Ascension Realm qualifications. Did Headmaster Lu do it all casually?"

It can be heard that if Zhao Fuyang wants to reach the top of the mountain, there is a prerequisite. He must follow Lu Chen, the ancestor who has been separated by many generations, to go to the Qingming world with heavy mountain luck.

Lu Chen asked back: "Looking at the history books, there were so many poor people around the founding monarch, in the land of Longxing, within a county, or at most a county, how could there be so many powerful people who were either public servants or marquises?

I have seen several worlds on the mountain, similar to the Lizhu Cave of Aquarius Island and the Wuling Youth Cave of the Qingshen Dynasty. How many are there in total?"

Lu Chen put the chopsticks in his hand on top of his rice bowl, as if building a bridge in the air, and asked and answered: "The world is full of misguided paths, how many avenues can there be? Follow the right person, walk the right path, and everything will be the same in the world."

If you take the wrong path, even if you are a hero with a lofty ambition, you will still be depressed and frustrated. There may be occasional exceptions, but they are just exceptions after all. Having said that, if there is only a broad road that can lead to success, without perseverance and weak feet,

, of course it’s difficult to go far.”

"Chen Ping'an, you guessed wrong. If Zhao Fuyang wants to achieve the highest level, he can't be led by anyone, nor can he enjoy the shade under a big tree. This is his fifth path."

"Don't forget why some people say that there are no pure wild cultivators in the upper five realms on the mountain. At the same time, don't forget that although Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City has a teacher, in the true sense, he is also a wild cultivator in the mountains. He is the pure

Yexiu."

Lu Chen picked up a chopstick and said, "It's hard to support a tree alone. Even if you get on the table and pick up the food with your hands, it's shameful. You will be beaten by others, scolded by the elders, or kicked off the table."

Lu Chen picked up another chopstick and said, "If we work together, we can pick up vegetables and eat. As for how much we can eat, it depends on the appetite and capacity of the people sitting next to the dining table."

"A pair of chopsticks can be Chen Ping'an from Mu Ping Alley and Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane, or Liu Xianyang and Chen Ping'an, or it can be Gu Can and Song Jixin, Song Jixin and Zhao Yao, Li Huai and Hu Feng

, Hu Feng, Dong Shuijing, etc., etc., and so on, it can be a dining table, a gambling table where the chairs and chairs are removed when the bet fails, or it can be an offering table with incense and smoke."

Jinque Sect Ancestral Mountain, Qingjing Peak, and Jinxian Temple.

The current peak leader is a golden elixir monk who looks like an old woman. He leads a group of descendants and stands near a pavilion with white clouds like a sea outside the cliff, and join hands to welcome the arrival of the Immortal Master of the "Shangzong".

The founder of the Jinque Sect, before Bingjie passed away, she once left a decree for the direct disciples of the peaks, or it was her last wish. She hoped that one day, the disciples of the Jinque Sect could accumulate merit over time and help her in her career.

The Lingfei Temple of the Baishuang Dynasty was restored to its genealogical status and renamed. That was all. At the same time, she also issued a death order. Even if her sect was in a state of life and death, Lingfei Temple must not be disturbed.

In her master's pure cultivation, anyone who dares to violate this law will deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.

Therefore, even during that war, the monks of the Jinque Sect always adhered to their ancestral precepts and did not take the initiative to contact Lingfei Temple.

Even if Cao Rong, the old master of the Lingfei Temple and Immortal Lord Cao Rong, comes out of nowhere and makes immortal achievements in the battle of Laolong City, the Jinque Sect, especially the direct monks of Jinxian Temple, no matter how excited they are, they can only hide this secret in

deep in the heart.

Therefore, when Lingfei watched, the current Lingfei Palace actually took the initiative to write a letter to Jinxian'an, saying that the palace master would come here as a guest. All the direct disciples of Jinxian'an were overjoyed.

In the bright moonlit night, a young female crown shrunk into the mountains and rivers, and appeared first on the cliff. Then there was a white-haired monk who looked like a child, holding a fly whisk in his hand and a mahogany sword on his back, standing next to the female crown.

There are immortals in Taoism who can rejuvenate old age and give birth to babies with white hair.

Then there was thunder in the sky, and a young man with disheveled hair came at lightning speed. The sea of ​​clouds along the way seemed to be cut open by a sword, and he landed next to the white-haired boy.

He wanted to reach out and touch the "child"'s head, but suddenly there was a flash of sword light, and the young man had no choice but to retract his hand.

The old woman of Jinxian'an couldn't help herself, her eyes were red, she nodded, and said in a trembling voice: "Disciples of Jinxian'an in Qingjing Peak, pay your respects to the founder of Lingfei Palace, Xiangjun."

In fact, it wasn't that the old woman didn't know the identities of the other two, but she had to single out the Xiangjun Patriarch with the Taoist name "Dongting" and honor him.

In this way, it was equivalent to her paying homage to the Shangzong Lingfei Palace on behalf of the Xiashan Jinque Sect. To be precise, it was a ceremony to honor the founder of her family and the Lingfei Temple.

Xiang Jun said calmly: "There is no need to be polite, Xing Zi, except for you staying here, the others will go and practice their own practices."

The old woman waved her sleeves and said, "You all stand down."

Xiang Jun was the first to walk on a bluestone road by the cliff. The old woman named Xing Zi hurriedly made up the first ceremony with the "child" and the young man, "Xing Zi in Jinxian Temple has met Zhenren Wei and Master Wen."

This Zhenren Wei, who seems to have never had a Taoist title, was the Taoist priest in charge of Lingfei Temple in the past. Now he has been promoted from a Taoist temple to a Taoist palace and has resigned from the post.

But no one would think that this "little Taoist boy" was relegated. The reason could not be simpler. He was a close disciple of the previous temple master Cao Rong.

Whether it is the Immortal Palace on the mountain or the sect at the foot of the mountain, it seems that there are always only the first disciples who make mistakes and the disciples who never make mistakes.

As for the "Grandmaster Wen", his name is Wen Qingxin, and he is nicknamed "Wen Lang" on the mountain. He is less than forty years old and is already a traveling martial artist. The key is that he is also a Taoist Jindan Earth Immortal.

He is also a libertine.

Xiangjun had just come to the Jinque sect from a small sect, and he had separated from Dong Shuijing not long ago.

Junior Brother Wei was still in the capital of the Qingxing Kingdom just now. As for his junior nephew Wen Zhenzhen, as expected, he escaped from a certain den of beauty.

There is a scenic spot on the side of Chuiqing Peak of the Jinque Sect, which is a reverse waterfall.

Xiang Jun stopped and looked at the waterfall with splashing snow and thunderous sounds, and said: "Before the Master went down the mountain for a long trip, he passed a secret decree to allow her to resume her status as a Lingfei Guan genealogy. She also said that you are of the Jinxian'an lineage.

You can leave the Jinque Sect and recognize your ancestors and return to the sect with Lingfei Temple. Of course, you don’t have to force it. The monks of Qingjing Peak can stay or go as they please. As for the other peaks of the Jinque Sect other than Jinxian Temple, forget it. I guess they are not willing to do so, so we can save ourselves the trouble.

So sentimental."

The old woman burst into tears, faced south, bowed to the ground, kowtowed three times and kowtowed nine times to express her gratitude to the ancestor Cao Tianjun.

Xiang Jun helped her stand up, "If Cheng Qian blocks it, I can ask Junior Brother Wei and Wen Qing to stay here at Qingjing Peak."

After the old woman got up, she covered her face and cried many times.

The young man smiled and said, "Have you heard that many big things happened in Tongyezhou after the spring started this year?"

Master Wei sneered.

Except for a few big families in Laolongcheng who are accustomed to doing business, almost no one on Aquarius Continent likes to inquire about the landscape and personnel of Tongye Continent.
To be continued...