Chapter 104: Fengtian Lineage (Please subscribe! Please vote! 23)

After returning to the human world from the ghost town of Loulan in the Western Regions, Li Mubai met with the old Taoist priest at Taiyi Peak and then came to Chongyang Palace.

Li Mubai handed Wen Zhengming's talisman to Quanzhen Sect's headmaster Nan Daocheng, and also told the headmaster about Wen Zhengming's idea of ​​the trial.

Even though the Lord of Loulan in the Ghost Town suffered heavy damage, the Ghost Town, as a foreign land with relics left by immortals, is still very dangerous.

For many disciples, there is still great danger.

Even if the five Taoist sects have their own foundation and can suppress the lord of the ghost town, this should be something that needs careful consideration.

But compared to Li Mubai's hesitation, Quanzhen Sect's head Nan Daocheng made the decision directly.

He invited the five Taoist sects to turn the ghost town into their trial ground.

The negotiations lasted for three days in the Chongyang Palace. Li Mubai didn't know what was finally agreed upon, but he knew the final result - the five Taoist sects agreed to the proposal.

“Are they in too much of a hurry?”

Li Mubai said this to the old Taoist priest while sitting on Taiyi Mountain.

"The head monk has his own decision to make. This is not something I, an old Taoist priest, should discuss."

The old Taoist priest drank the tea brewed by Qiao Yuanshan and said leisurely.

Li Mubai was actually quite envious of the old Taoist priest. He lived like a god on Taiyi Mountain. When he was thirsty, his disciples made tea for him. When he was tired, his disciples massaged his back. It was so cool.

"The old Taoist priest can only say that this era is different. The era we were born in was full of wars. There were wars between heaven and earth, between sects, between countries, and between people. All wars were just for one's own survival. But now it is different."

The old Taoist priest sat on a stone chair, enjoying Qiao Yuanshan's back massage while saying, "Although they are not at war now, they already feel like a war has begun. They will fight this war for themselves, for the transcendental freedom and immortality."

"Fighting is not necessarily a bad thing for them. It may even be a good thing."

The old Taoist priest smacked his lips when he said this, and said to Qiao Yuanshan, "Yuanshan, you are so young, why are your hands and feet so weak?"

Qiao Yuanshan, who was standing behind the old Taoist priest and apparently giving him a back massage, was actually listening to the conversation between the old Taoist priest and Li Mubai. Hearing the words, he seemed to suddenly come to his senses.

"Ohhhh…Okay!"

The old Taoist priest glanced at him and said, "You are young and absent-minded. If you have anything to say, just tell me directly."

Ever since Qiao Yuanshan came to Taiyi Mountain, the old Taoist priest already knew that he had something to say, but he just didn't ask and just enjoyed the back massage peacefully.

Now that you have enjoyed yourself, it is time to ask.

As an apprentice, your job is to make your master's life more comfortable.

Qiao Yuanshan scratched his head and said with a silly smile: "When can we start learning to fly a sword?"

After returning from the ghost town, none of the disciples wanted to learn sword.

The new uncle-master led them and chopped down an entire street in the ghost town with one sword each, and then severely injured the lord of the ghost town with another sword. His power deeply shocked everyone.

The old Taoist priest said jokingly, "Flying a sword? With that little energy you have, you will fall down if you fly up."

"Without the cultivation of refining essence into qi, you still want to fly a sword? You have to eat one bite at a time. How can you eat a fat man in one bite?"

The old Taoist priest criticized Qiao Yuanshan for a few words, then looked at his disciple with his head down and immediately softened his heart.

"If you really want to learn, let your senior brother Luo Tianyun teach you the Pure Yang Sword Technique tomorrow."

Li Mubai blinked his eyes. This old Taoist priest is really soft-hearted!

"Okay!" Qiao Yuanshan bowed and said, "Thank you, Master!"

The old Taoist priest Longxuzi shook his head, turned to look at Li Mubai and said, "Ever since these guys came back from the ghost den, they have all been eyeing your Pure Yang Swordsmanship."

Li Mubai watched the conversation between the master and the apprentice, smiled and said, "They are from the same faction."

The old Taoist sighed a little: "Yes! Baiyun, Chunyang, and Quanzhen are all the same sect."

On the second day, Qiao Yuanshan and others began to learn the Chunyang sword technique.

Ever since the ghost den that day, the new disciples of Quanzhen Sect seemed to have suddenly become enlightened and all of them started to think about the Pure Yang Sword Technique.

It was really the Guicheng sword that day that amazed these disciples.

And now everyone finally got what they wanted.

Everything seems to be developing in an orderly manner and in a good direction.

Until October 27th, a heavy snow suddenly fell in Zhongnan Mountain, covering the mountain with a layer of silver.

At night, everyone in Zhongnan Mountain came out to enjoy the snow.

Taiyi Peak, Zhounan Peak, etc., the entire Quanzhen Sect is here.

It is said that this is also the rule of Quanzhen Sect. After the first snow, one must go up the mountain to enjoy the snow.

A group of Taoists stood on the top of the mountain.

The night sky was all white.

The white snow over there had long been swallowed up by the darkness.

This is a freezing night scene, and it seems that you can hear the sound of ice cracking deep within the frozen earth's crust.

There is no moon.

Looking up, the sky is filled with stars, so many that it is unbelievable.

The stars twinkled and shone, as if falling slowly at an unreal speed.

The stars moved closer to my eyes, pushing the night sky farther and farther away, and the night became darker and darker.

The mountains have lost their layers, appearing even darker, hanging heavily on the edge of the starry sky.

This is a cool, quiet and harmonious atmosphere.

Everyone was drinking hot tea leisurely, and a few people were playing chess, swordplay, and martial arts on the snow, having a great time.

The Quanzhen Sect leader Nan Daocheng narrowed his eyes for a rare moment, put away his dignity, and looked cheerful.

But in this quiet atmosphere, a faint blue light shot up to Mount Zhongnan from afar, like a passing meteor.

"boom!"

A streak of ice suddenly exploded from the icicle on the top of the mountain.

A command arrow was inserted straight into the icicle.

When Qiao Yuanshan and others looked, they saw that there seemed to be a letter on the command arrow.

Nan Daocheng, the head of Quanzhen Sect on the top of Mount Zhongnan, frowned and grabbed with his big hand.

The command arrow shot out from the ice pillar and landed in Nan Daocheng's hand.

There are strange patterns printed on the command arrow, which are ancient and mysterious.

Nan Daocheng took a look at the command arrow, took the letter off it, opened the letter and read the contents. His face changed drastically in an instant.

"What's wrong, Master Brother?" asked the old Taoist priest Longxuzi.

The head master is a man who never shows his emotions. What on earth made him lose his composure like this?

"See for yourself!"

Nan Daocheng handed the letter in his hand to Long Xuzi.

After Long Xuzi finished reading the letter, his expression became gloomy.

On the top of the snow-covered peak, the old Taoist raised his head and said:

"The Fengtian lineage has emerged."

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of all the peak masters turned cold.

The Fengtian lineage seemed to have brought back bad memories for everyone.

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(End of this chapter)