Sanqing is an ancient and huge sect.
Towering and solemn is her constant tone all year round.
But on this day, it was as if the spring thunder suddenly sounded, the clouds broke through the sky, and the three mountains and twelve peaks in the Sanqing Mountains appeared for the first time in the Three Mountains True Monarch.
It alarmed countless disciples and elders in Sanqing Inner Mountain.
Inside the Sanqing Hall.
Chonghe Zhenjun sat on it, and there were square jade chairs on the left and right sides.
There are three levels of stairs below. There are two rows of jade tables and chairs on the left and right sides of the main hall at the bottom. There is a platform between the three levels of stairs, surrounded by jade carved railings. There are also several sets of jade tables and chairs arranged in rows. .
Zhenjun Yidu was sitting on the seat on the lower floor next to the main seat of the main hall. On the jade table in front of him were spiritual fruits, spiritual tea and spiritual wine, and an exquisite and small golden incense burner, which contained the delicate fragrance and spiritual smoke. , sometimes turning into agile white cranes in mid-air, flying toward the top of the hall, exuding bursts of refreshing fragrance.
Saint Wuge also stood behind Zhenjun Yidu, her eyes slightly lowered, her back straight, her manners upright, her eyes never wandering at all.
As for Lingchu and Zhantai Mingyue, they stood opposite Yidu Zhenjun and the others. Except for the monks in the Nascent Soul realm who were sitting, they and the juniors in the Golden Core realm were all standing.
Because of the relationship between Lingchu and Zhan Taimingyue, and because of Zhenjun Chonghe's confidence, Zhenjun Yidu and Saint Wuge entered the Sanqing Dao Sect quite smoothly, and received the courtesy of Zhenjun Chonghe. treat.
It can be said that it is a great courtesy to open the main hall of Sanqing Dao Sect to welcome Zhenjun Yidu.
Both of them are Yuanying Zhenjun. Although Chonghe Zhenjun is at a lower level than Yidu Zhenjun, but in the Sanqing Dao Sect and Chonghe Zhenjun's own territory, this gap can be said to be It is completely non-existent. It can even be said that the courage required for Zhenjun Yidu to dare to enter Sanqing Dao Sect is much greater than Zhenjun Chonghe inviting him to enter.
You must know that before Lingchu came, or during this period of time, Zhenjun Yidu himself had seen and heard in the East Continent, Zhenjun Yidu and Saint Wuge knew very well that the three Within the Qing Dao Sect, there are monks who transform gods.
Moreover, there is more than one monk in the Yuanhou realm.
Similarly, this kind of behavior can also show the sincerity of Zhenjun Yidu.
As a result, the two Nascent Soul Lords were chatting and laughing happily in the main hall, and the topics they talked about were all over the world. What was rare was that the two of them could still continue chatting smoothly.
There was such a harmonious atmosphere until a shout broke through the tranquility of the hall, and the startled crane on Yuqing Mountain flapped its wings and flew away.
"Chonghe! What did you ask me to do! Don't you know I'm very busy?"
The woman's powerful voice is full of spiritual power, sharp and loud.
The escaping light cut through the clouds and fell straight into the hall. The woman in a purple dress wore a golden crown, with two purple hair ribbons floating behind her head. She had long eyebrows and her phoenix eyes were as sharp as her voice.
His cultivation in the middle stage of Nascent Soul is smooth and smooth, and there is still some faint restlessness. Combined with his impatient expression, there is an inexplicable fit.
Chonghe Zhenjun has always known Duanyi Zhenjun's temperament, but he didn't expect that this situation has become more and more serious over the years.
The smile on his lips was almost unbearable. Chong He Zhenjun's expression froze for a moment, and then he said gently, "Duan Yi, take a look at what's in this hall..."
"Little apprentice!"
Before Zhenjun Chong could finish speaking, Zhenjun Duanyi had already spotted a familiar figure in his consciousness. The purple figure disappeared on the spot, and the next moment, it appeared on the second platform.
Lingchu had already smiled when his master Duanyi Zhenjun appeared.
When he saw his master suddenly appearing in front of him, Lingchu couldn't help but smile a little wider. The smile on his small white jade face was bright, and he said sweetly and crisply, "Master!"
"Little apprentice!"
"Master!"
"Little apprentice!"
One elder and one younger, one master and one apprentice, the two of them were in the main hall, recognizing each other as if no one else was around. The scene was like long-lost relatives and friends getting together again.
The only thing missing was the burst of tears.
Zhenjun Duanyi held his little apprentice's shoulders, looked up and down for a while, and finally sighed deeply. This little apprentice of his was really in trouble.
Lingchu pulled the sleeves of his master Duanyi Zhenjun, his eyes were full of joy, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he was really unfilial and always made his master worry about him.
Zhenjun Yidu blinked quickly and suppressed the smile on his lips.
The dignified demeanor on Saint Wuge's face cracked slightly, and her eyes widened a little. This was the first time she had seen such... Master, Disciple and Nascent Soul Lord.
Chong Hezhenjun almost choked and was completely stiff for a moment. Can't we close the door and stage this scene ourselves?
I can't see anyone else here?
"Ahem!" Chonghe Zhenjun cleared his throat, and the coughing sound just interrupted the recognition scene between the master and the disciple, "Duanyi, this is Yidu Zhenjun from Penglai overseas, and he is from their sect. Sending Master Nephew back."
The behavior of Zhenjun Chonghe successfully attracted the attention of Zhenjun Duanyi. The joy of finding his apprentice was suppressed, and his reason and dignity as Zhenjun Yuanying emerged. Zhenjun Duanyi turned his back to Zhenjun Yidu. His face was stiff for a moment, and then Lingchu watched his master smile at him first, then put on a standard Xianjia look on his face, and turned to look at Zhenjun Yidu.
Purple dress, golden crown headband, long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, True Monarch Duanyi raised the corners of her lips slightly, and bowed her hands to True Monarch Yidu in a heroic and cheerful manner, "I am Sanqing Duanyi, and I would like to thank my Taoist friends and Penglai for their help." , I accept this friendship with dignity."
Lingchu stood behind Zhenjun Duanyi, looking at her master's thin and slender figure, but it gave her a strong sense of security and reliability.
From the three questions of foundation building back then, to seeking disciples in the North, and now to expressing gratitude.
As Lingchu's master, Duanyi Zhenjun has always done his best, and he has also inherited countless favors and karma for Lingchu, his disciple.
Even if he lived to be eighty or ninety years old, even if he was already a Jindan monk who could establish a sect in the world of cultivation, Lingchu stood behind his master Duanyi Zhenjun, and still felt a strong warmth surging in his chest. .
Zhan Tai Mingyue stood beside Lingchu, looked at Zhenjun Duanyi, and then at Lingchu, her expression was a little complicated, and some long-standing memories and a figure emerged in her heart.
It was a hall shrouded in clouds and mist. The old man in white robes sat upright on the clouds, with a fly whisk between his elbows, looking like the most common immortal in the world of cultivation.
"I am Baopu. I am the leader of the Shangqing Dynasty. I have inherited the mission of preaching in the Three Qing Dynasties. I am alone. I only have the Sanqing Dynasty and Dao Dao. I want to accept a disciple to carry forward my ambition. I wonder if little friend Mingyue is willing to form this master-disciple relationship with me."