In the land of Dongmei, Huaqing Sect stands out. The nursery rhyme praises:
The gentle breeze of the Taoist bones leaves behind the unintentional fate;
Stepping on the Gang to fight, the divine truth protects you and makes you an immortal;
Drawing talismans and reciting mantras, many demons and monsters will restrain their hands;
Swallowing clouds and puffing out mist, there is still smoke left in the mediocre world.
The Huaqing Sect has been passed down for thousands of years and is a world-famous cultivation giant.
The disciples of Hua Qing wielded swords in the rivers and lakes, taking care of the injustices in the world. They solved countless evil people and subdued many ghosts. Therefore, the people within a radius of thousands of miles bowed to him and worshiped him. Anyone who said something bad about him would be discarded like a pair of shoes.
The black Xuanji Mountains stretch up and down across the hinterland of Dongmei. There are many mountains and peaks standing side by side. Those that rise from the ground are majestic and firm, and those that stretch out are beautiful and gentle.
The white clouds surround the mountainside like an elegant skirt all year round, making it difficult to see the true appearance of the mountain.
The Huaqing Sect is located in this mountain range. In terms of strength, it is worthy of being the pillar of the world of cultivation. There are five great monks in the Kongming Stage who have participated in creation, and the Huaying and Fusion Stage disciples are like crucian carp crossing the river. . Countless.
On the wall, there is a horizontal stroke of Chinese calligraphy and ink painting with the word "Tao", which penetrates the back of the paper. There was a faint smoke in the quiet room, which was the burning sandalwood in the incense burner.
A domineering vulture with golden eyes stood on the edge of the window, with a delicate copper tube tied under its feet. There was a piece of plain paper in the copper tube, and there were several lines of small calligraphy written on the white plain paper.
He Zuwang read it carefully and said happily: "We're done, that boy is really easy to catch."
Monk Kuji was sipping the spiritual tea with his pointed mouth. Hearing this, he said: "Remember not to leave any mistakes."
He Zuwang said: "The cultivators of Taixi Tower are always cautious in doing things. Master, there is no need to worry too much."
Kuji nodded and said, "That person has a special status. We must ensure that the two people involved in this matter keep their mouths shut."
He Zuwang sneered: "How dare they talk when they want so many spiritual materials and treasures?"
Kuji's expression remained unchanged and he whispered: "Amitabha, I still believe that the mouth of the dead is more reliable."
He Zuwang frowned and said, "Master, do you want to kill people and silence them?"
Kuji lowered his eyes and murmured: "People's hearts are unpredictable. If something goes wrong, we would not regret dying, but we cannot bear to involve the Taoist sect."
He Zuwang remained silent for a while, then made up his mind and said: "Master's words make sense, I will make arrangements for myself."
There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and a Taoist boy who was more than ten years old pushed the door in, bowed and said: "The master of Qingming Peak in Tongchenyuan worships the mountain. The headmaster sent someone to tell the master to go and meet him."
When He Zuwang heard these words, his color suddenly changed, his hands trembled, and he didn't even notice that the plain paper fell to the ground. He forced himself to calm down and said: "Such a coincidence! Could it be that the news has been leaked?"
Kuji shook his head and ordered the Taoist boy: "Please tell me, Master Nephew, to report the visitor and tell him that Master will be here later."
The Taoist boy agreed, bowed and left.
Kuji took a breath and said, "Qing Ming came unexpectedly, and the purpose is still unknown. If you really ask about this matter, Tan Yue can just say that he doesn't know."
He Zuwangqi said: "According to Qingming's temper, I'm afraid I will take action if I can't resist."
Kuji shook his head and sighed: "The old master is greedy for life and afraid of death. How could Qing Ming come to kill him not long after we received the news? Besides, even if Qing Ming wants to take action, he has to tell the truth."
Seeing that He Zuwang was hesitant, Kuji said leisurely: "If Tan Yue doesn't go, then there will be no silver here!"
The headmaster couldn't resist the call, but He Zuwang couldn't resist the urging, so he went to the Yingbin Tower with a sad face.
Lanxiu Peak is close to the important area of Huaqing Gate, with green mountains and green clouds. Because of its beautiful and pleasant scenery, it is used as a place to receive foreign guests.
Nowadays, the wind is sunny and the mood of spring is sultry. The flowers and jade leaves in the mountains are fragrant, the spring bamboo shoots are blooming, hundreds of birds are chirping, snow rabbits, spirit deer and all kinds of strange animals are sleepy, lying on their backs in the mountains to bask in the warm sun. .
There is a charming scenery above the mountainside, with numerous terraces and pavilions, and scattered jade and beautiful buildings.
He Zuwang Yu Jian was walking in a hurry, and his mood was quite unsettled. He no longer had the intention to enjoy the scenery, and even ignored his disciples' greetings and inquiries. He even felt that even the sweet smell in the air seemed to have changed.
It was quiet outside the Yingbin Building, and there was no lively scene like in the past. He Zhidang listened for a while, and became more and more uneasy in his heart.
He straightened his clothes, cleared his throat, and strode into the building.
There were several monks sitting in the building, and a hale and hearty old man, full of Taoist and immortal aura, was sitting in the center seat. He was none other than the famous headmaster of the Huaqing Sect, Li Xiaoyang.
Qing Ming, who is ranked in the Western order, is also present, as is Lin Mo and others.
There were two people sitting in Dongxu. Lin Daozi wore a green Taoist robe and a shiny lotus crown on his head. He was a little bloated and his eyes were a little sleepy, but there was always a smile on his lips.
Ming Xiao is a handsome man, probably in his forties. His eyes are deep and charming, but his attitude is arrogant.
In addition to Qi Canghuang and Su Buyao, three of the five great Kongming monks from the Huaqing Sect came to retreat.
He Zuwang came forward to see them one by one, then retreated to Lin Daozi's side and looked at each other inquiringly.
Lin Daozi smiled and said: "Fairy Qingming's reputation is growing day by day. How can I, my master, not take some time out of my busy schedule to come and meet you?"
Qing Ming smiled and said: "Brother Taoist, you are so complimentary. I am a young scholar who came to ask for help."
Lin Daozi smiled and said, "Fairies don't need to be humble."
He Zuwang cleared his throat again, forced a smile to Qing Ming and others and said, "I have met the fairy and all the senior brothers."
Everyone in Tongchenyuan returned the greetings one after another, Qing Ming said: "I heard that fellow Taoist He returned to the mountain not long ago. Could it be that there was some delay on the way?"
Qing Ming smiled sweetly, but He Zuwang always felt that there was some evil intention behind this man's smile. He couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine and breaking into a fine sweat.
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But he said that ever since Yan Ci was kidnapped and driven away, he had been very well-behaved along the way. He never asked questions or made jokes. The strong man could not find an opportunity to get angry and was full of anger.
The frost-browed old man dared to fall in love because he got benefits. Seeing that Yan Ci was quite pleasing to his eye, he was kind enough to pick out two elixirs from the medicine bottle that belonged to Yan Ci and give them to him.
Yan Ci was almost breathless, but she still pretended to be overjoyed, occasionally tried to get close to her, and always gave a few compliments. The key was that even she was embarrassed to hear those compliments.
The frost-browed old man had a great heart and continued to give some pointers on Taoist practice with a kind heart. Yan Ci cheered and his closeness doubled, and his flattering and coquettish look seemed to wish that he was the little beloved grandson of the frost-browed old man.
Seeing this, the capable man turned off his appetite. He thought to himself that the little thief was so flattering. No wonder Qing Ming was so coaxed that he accepted this embroidered pillow as his direct disciple.
No wonder this little thief, greedy for profit, betrayed his master and betrayed the news about the ancient teleportation formation. Qingming's Taoist skills penetrate the mysteries, but it's a pity that he doesn't know people well. What a fool!
The three of them walked in the open for several days, with the sun blazing in the sky and a lazy breath floating in the air. Yan Ci muttered in a low voice, and no one knew what he was talking about.
The frost-browed old man saw that Yan Ci was a little sleepy, so he kindly suggested that he take a short rest before continuing on his way.
In fact, Yan Ci was holding his throat and yelling curse words like "I'm always here" and "Bitch". His mouth had long been dry. Hearing this, he really wanted to take a break and drink some water before continuing to curse.
Coincidentally, in the green shade beside the official road ahead, a wine flag poked its head out, and the rich aroma of wine made the three of them hungry.
The vigorous man swallowed his saliva and said to himself: "Vulgar and strong alcohol, but it's better than nothing!"
The stream is flowing, and several exquisite thatched cottages are located beside the stream.
There is a garden of peonies in full bloom outside the house, and there are three or five tables and chairs inside the house that are clean and sturdy.
The old man, who is blind and deaf, is busy at the counter. Perhaps because business is bleak, he cannot afford to hire a waiter to help him.
The wine shop is not small, but there is only one customer.
An innocent boy with sky-high pigtails was lying on the table, shaking a wine bottle in his hand and sighing, as if he was full of thoughts.
The three of them suppressed their laughter and entered one after another. The capable man said in a loud voice: "Old man, if you have any good wine, just sift over a few bowls."
The father-in-law didn't seem to hear clearly. He squinted his eyes for a long time and then said in a hoarse voice: "Here we come, please wait a moment."
At this moment, the boy noticed that someone had come in and raised his head to take a look. When he saw Yan Ci clearly, the boy scratched his head and seemed a little confused.
The wine is good, amber in color, and refreshing, but the aroma is too strong.
Yan Ci smacked his tongue and praised: "Well, it's mellow and fragrant, it seems to be brewed from peony nectar."
The capable man pretended to say: "It's bitter and spicy, how can it be as delicious as spiritual wine?"
Yan Ci suddenly felt disgusted and curled up his lips as he said, "You say such a fine wine is worthless. Could it be that you can't afford the wine?"
The tough man said angrily: "Little brat..."
The frost-browed old man hurriedly came to the rescue and said: "The quality of the wine depends on your heart, there is no need to get angry..."
The boy in the shop listened to the three people talking and joking, and swayed over. He glanced at Yan Ci and sat down across from him. He said in a sweet voice: "Sift a bowl and have a taste."
The frost-browed old man was amused before he could finish his words. The vigorous man got angry first and called the shopkeeper: "Old man, whose yellow-haired boy is this? Come and take him away quickly."
The boy turned a deaf ear and stared at Yan Ci, waiting for the wine to be poured.
Yan Ci couldn't help but feel teasing, picked up the wine flask, filled a bowl, put it in front of the boy, and said with a smile: "Young Master, please!"
The boy drank it all in one gulp, licked his lips and blinked: "It's not that fragrant, and it's not that spicy either. Are you two sick? I have medicine here!"
Yan Ci chuckled and said, "I haven't tasted it yet. Let's try another cup."
After filling up and drinking three bowls in a row, Yan Ci felt something was wrong and glared: "You have to sip the wine in small sips, a wild boy drinks it all in one gulp."
The boy danced and said happily: "Try again."
After taking a sip, Yan Ci smiled and asked, "How is it?"
The boy sprayed the drink in Yan Ci's face with a "pop" sound, clapped his hands and laughed, "You fool, you tricked me into drinking!"
The capable man had already seen something fishy, he lifted the square table over the boy's head and shouted: "Who are you, Your Excellency?"
The boy's figure flashed, and he suddenly slipped out a few feet away. He touched the little tiger's teeth and said with a smile, "You are the only one with such a vicious heart that you actually attack a child!"
Yan Ci hid far away, wiped the wine stains on his face with his sleeves, and said bitterly: "Old immortal Jiu Ying! Come here to pretend to be young when you have nothing to do!"
"He is the Nine Infant Beast?" the powerful man said in shock.
