Chapter 50 The Fragmented Taoist 12
This shield of some socially anxious children directly broke the quiet atmosphere between both parties.
Yan Xia and his mother's expression of a hermit was broken. As for his brother and father, one of them didn't need to be restrained at all, and a serious expression was already a master. The other only had his wife in his eyes and didn't care about these empty things.
Yan Xia managed to steady his steps. No wonder the child with social phobia wanted the ground shield. With more than a thousand pairs of eyes staring at him, he felt a bit stressed.
In such a somewhat subtle atmosphere, before the family of four reached the crowd, the first few people came over to greet them.
Elder Feiyu and Elder Chengyun have been in a state of not caring about things for many years. If the situation had not been serious this time, they might still be in seclusion in their own caves, so the one who took the lead was Sect Master Yang Yan of Feiyu Sect.
Yang Yan was dazzled by the two colorful hairs at first. He didn’t notice it because it was far away, but he realized it when he got closer...
These two have really bright hair colors.
The same thought emerged in the minds of the few people who took the lead. They felt that he was worthy of being the Taoist priest who was capable of doing all kinds of strange things in the eyes of the young disciples. He could actually walk around so calmly despite the poison of the seven-colored ice beads.
Feeling the gaze, Yan Xia touched her long hair hanging in front of her chest inconspicuously.
It's not their fault for rocking colorful hair; there's really no need to waste an opportunity to reboot.
It's a minor issue with hair color, not a big deal, and it doesn't mean you have to wear a colorful skin color.
The leader of the Yang Yan sect was very polite and bowed as a junior: "I am Yang Yan, nice to meet the elders."
Yan Xia, one of the elders: “…………”
Just... I somehow felt like I had aged hundreds of years.
From fellow Taoists to Taoist priests and then to elders, the seniority of their family of four has increased faster than bamboo shoots after the rain, it's really rapid.
Moreover, the sect leader’s bone age is over 800 years old, so it’s ok for him to call his mother “elder”, after all, his cultivation level is there.
The three of them are in the Jindan and Yuanying stages, and they are afraid that their lifespans will be shortened if they take on this responsibility.
Yan Xia had no idea that at this moment, in those more than a thousand pairs of eyes, they were no longer the favored ones with a bone age of twenty or thirty years.
Everyone agreed that this was a cover-up trick used by our ancestors that came out of nowhere.
So when Yan Xia didn't know, although he, his father and his elder brother only showed the cultivation level of Golden Core and Nascent Soul, in the eyes of the world, they were actually potential Mahayana and Tribulation Crossing stages.
I can only say that the misunderstanding is so huge! !
As the head of the family and also the person with the highest cultivation level, Su Wenyin stood up as a representative and returned the greeting: "Master Yang Yan, you are too polite."
Sect Master Yang Yan leaned slightly to the side, smiled respectfully, and asked the question that everyone wanted to know without hesitation: "Could the elders tell me what happened in there?"
Su Wenyin did not beat around the bush and recounted in detail everything that had happened since she separated from everyone in the black corridor.
Of course, in the end they covered up the fact that they had robbed everyone's nest. There was no need to tell everyone about such a private matter.
But no one is going to look into it now, because there was a gap in time between the end of the battle and their coming out.
Elder Chengyun looked a little dazed: "Ancestor Wuliang, it really is him."
Elder Feiyu also sighed: "It's really a matter of time and fate."
The people behind who did not come forward also murmured after hearing it, with disbelief, various sighs and of course, relief at having survived the disaster in their tone.
"I heard that more than 4,000 years ago, a small sect was massacred. Could it be that it was done by the Wuliang Patriarch?"
"Bah, what kind of ancestor is he? He's just a hypocritical devil!!"
"Alas, I seem to have heard a little about that small sect. It is said that a descendant is still alive, but the murderer was never found until his death."
"How can we find it? The person has been struck by lightning."
"Fortunately, the big devil was not released. If he practices forbidden techniques, I wonder how many more people will suffer!"
As everyone was whispering, the master of Zhengyang Peak also touched his little disciple's head.
He secretly sighed in his heart that his little disciple was really lucky.
In fact, he had calculated this as early as when he first accepted him as a disciple.
He had actually learned the art of deduction quite well, but the results of his little apprentice's calculations were always erratic, sometimes very good and sometimes very bad.
The master of Zhengyang Peak only now realized that the disaster lay here.
He Lekang, who was touched on the head by his master, looked at the master of Zhengyang Peak in confusion.
The head of Zhengyang Peak smiled kindly: "You should go out more often with your brothers and sisters in the future."
This time when he goes out for a walk, he will meet a noble person. Once the catastrophe is over, this little disciple will surely have a smooth life.
If his little disciple had not come out this time, Wuliang might still be hiding there waiting for the next opportunity.
It’s hard to say whether there will be anyone who can stop him by then.
He Lekang blinked his big eyes and responded, but there was a hint of resistance in his eyes. The child had not yet recovered from the discomfort of being stared at by more than a thousand pairs of eyes.
The atmosphere between master and disciple was harmonious. Over there, when Su Wenyin was questioned as to why she had to lower her cultivation level to enter the secret realm, she neither admitted nor denied it.
He just said vaguely that he had calculated that there would be a great disaster in this place.
This is not a lie. Although it was not calculated by her but detected by the bureau, the result is the same.
Then I gained a lot of respect for the "Taoism and righteousness".
Although the person who said these words was still a little confused, what kind of place is this Eastern Tang Dynasty, and why could they send four elders in the Tribulation Crossing period?
For them, this Wuliang Old Ancestor would be difficult to control once he came out, but the four people in the Tribulation Crossing Stage should not be able to use him.
Moreover, the four of them are actually from the same family. What kind of family can produce four people in the Tribulation Crossing Stage?
The three fathers and sons in the fake tribulation period: “…………”
I just...can't explain anything.
There is really not enough money at home to spend to earn four Tribulation Stages. Wouldn't it be much better to save the money as retirement fund?
Of course, these things are only known to the family of four, and there is no way to tell them to outsiders.
They are currently facing another problem. The secret realm training is only one of the tests, and they also have to experience the life in the sect.
This one was not difficult either. Just when Su Wenyin subtly revealed that their family would not be going home for the time being and wanted to go for a walk around.
Sect Master Yang Yan was the first to invite him: "If the elders don't mind, how about going to Feiyu Sect to rest for a few months?"
Su Wenyin nodded: "Sorry to bother you then."
The other elders of the sect who spoke too late: "!!!"
Is this a promise?
Their sect is pretty good too! Why don't you give it some more consideration?
With an elder in the Tribulation Crossing Stage in charge of the sect, wouldn't the strength of their sect soar so fast?
Moreover, he said he would take a few months off, so maybe he would become a guest elder during that time.
People from other sects who spoke too late could only secretly blame themselves for not speaking quickly enough.
Everyone in Feiyu Sect was very happy, especially the disciples who had entered the secret realm before and were protected by the elders. For some reason, they felt a little proud. They had been with the elders day and night!
Although they were a little confused, when they first entered the secret realm a few days ago, several elders clearly did not show the strength of the Tribulation Period, and could not even defeat the Four-Elephant Snow Centipede. They could only poke it up and down and poke a few holes.
But, the elders must have their reasons for doing so.
It's not something they can delve into.
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So, amidst the various thoughts of various people, Yan Xia followed his mother and set out for Feiyu Sect.
The Feiyu Sect was a bit far from the entrance to the secret realm, but this time they didn't need to fly their own swords. Sect Master Yang Yan took out a flying palace, which was shaped like a large flying ship, except that this ship had a roof.
They can sit inside safely and arrive at Feiyu Sect comfortably.
The major sects were all located on the top of the mountain. After flying for half a day, Yan Xia could see the palace buildings on the top of the mountain from afar through the window.
The temporary residence of the family of four was arranged at Zhengyang Peak. Of course, this arrangement was agreed upon in advance by several people.
When asked about his residence intention, Yan Xia's idea was very simple. He didn't know many people from other peaks, and they had a life-and-death friendship with this young disciple He Lekang after all.
From this point of view, Zhengyang Peak is the most suitable.
After coming down from the flying palace, the Yan family of four were led to the cave prepared for them.
After half a day, everyone had calmed down from the shock, so the atmosphere was harmonious, just like when there were visitors from afar and the Feiyu Sect was in charge of receiving them.
Everyone gets along harmoniously and friendly.
Of course, this is only what Yan Xia and the others saw. In places they didn’t see…
After settling the guests with mixed emotions, Sect Master Yang Yan just returned to the sect's main hall, where he was confronted by elders from other sects who refused to leave.
Sect Master Yang Yan was silent for several seconds before he politely said, "It's all settled. Aren't you going home?"
Elder Song Yuan of Wuji Sect laughed and said, "The exchange conference is about to begin, so we came here in advance to scout out the way for the younger generation at home."
It is impossible for him to leave. He has never seen a living powerful person in the Tribulation Crossing Stage in his life for more than a thousand years.
Who would want to leave at this critical moment? Besides, this powerful man seems easy to talk to, so maybe they can lure him to their own sect.
The others who did not leave also echoed in a serious manner.
Sect Master Yang Yan: “…………”
The exchange competition is held every fifty years, and this time it is indeed the Feiyu Sect's turn to host it.
But the exchange competition is still several months away, so what kind of path can we take?
Wuji Sect's Elder Song Yuan did not wait for Sect Master Yang Yan to speak, and made arrangements for himself without any politeness: "If Sect Master Yang Yan has something to do, you can go about your business and don't worry about us. Just arrange a place for us."
"But then again, I haven't discussed Dao with Zhengyang for many years, and I wonder if he still has a place to live?"
Elders from other sects also began to agree.
"Come to think of it, Zhengyang and I haven't discussed Taoism for many years. The last time was probably over a hundred years ago."
"When I first went down the mountain to train, I was still with Zhengyang. Hey... do I still owe him a few hundred spirit stones? I feel really embarrassed to go and pay him back."
"Now that you mention it, I remember that when I was injured once, Zhengyang seemed to have given me a bottle of Mind-Concentrating Pills. I just happened to have it with me this time."
Looking at them talking to each other, Sect Master Yang Yan said: “…………”
What about the face of the great sect?
The master of Zhengyang Peak, who was asking questions to his little disciple in the cave, sneezed several times.
The master of Zhengyang Peak touched his nose, feeling that someone was thinking about him. Why?
Similar scenes were also played out in other places. When leaving the entrance of the secret realm, of course not everyone dared to follow to Feiyu Sect.
Many independent practitioners and young disciples have returned to their homes.
After they go back, when they still can't calm down at all, they are stopped by their relatives and friends and asked about it.
There were also many people who were not present, but after hearing about this, they sent messages, looking anxious, as if they might lose their memory and forget about it after a while.
As they came and went, the monks who had come out of the secret realm and those who had seen it with their own eyes at the entrance felt that they were using the flying communication talisman exceptionally fast.
The family of four, which caused a series of reactions, are now still visiting their temporary cave.
After Sect Master Yang Yan and his companions led the people to the place, they politely left, so at this moment, they were the only family there.
The cave is very large and has complete daily facilities. There is even a soft quilt on the jade bed which is beneficial for cultivation.
The quilt is very new and it is obvious that it should not have originally appeared on this jade bed.
It is estimated that Sect Master Yang Yan heard about their style in the secret realm and had people prepare it specially.
Everything is based on comfort, which is quite different from the style of many kings in Feiyu Sect.
It can be said to be very thoughtful.
After a night's rest, the family of four woke up almost at the same time the next morning.
Yesterday I only had time to look around the cave, but hadn't taken a good look at the mountain.
Yan Xia was being led by his own mother as he strolled in front of them casually when he heard a loud noise coming from a side hall in the distance. As soon as Yan Xia turned around, he met He Lekang nearby.
The child is now at home, and he looks visibly more relaxed.
Yan Xia raised his chin towards the side hall and asked, "What are they doing there?"
He Lekang answered every question like a primary school student: "We are building a dining room."
Yan Xia was silent for two seconds: "Isn't it repaired for us?"
He Lekang nodded.
The Yan family of four: "…………"
It's really too thoughtful.
At the same time, Yan Xia realized that he had not eaten all day yesterday.
I don’t think about it when I’m not hungry, but when I think about it I become very greedy.
Yan Xia took the lead and walked towards the unrepaired kitchen, ready to watch the progress of the repair.
As a result, as soon as I entered the door, I suddenly felt myself being shaken...
The people who built the kitchen were all disciples from Feiyu Sect, including outer disciples and disciples taught directly by the peak master.
But that's not important, what's important is...
Why are there so many colorful heads here? !
Blue, green, red, white...
Everything you need.
There are even one or two colorful hairstyles like his.
Yan Xia looked at his mother: "…………"
They all saw the same meaning in each other's eyes...
They seem to have accidentally set a bad example.
Yan Feiyue and Yan Ji, who were following behind him, also had complicated expressions.
Yan Xia hadn't recovered from the colorful world in his head yet when he saw some of their disciples starting to salute him.
Amid the greetings from the elders, Su Wenyin smiled and said, "You guys go about your business."
After saying this, he walked out of the side hall.
The disciples who stayed in the hall touched the same item as their elders, and felt deeply that they were one step closer to ascension.
It turns out that pursuing the same thing is addictive.
The Feiyu Sect held a banquet at noon today.
When Yan Xia's family of four were heading to the main hall at noon, they discovered more colorful heads.
Even the elders of the various sects had seen some signs of the plan, but as to why it hadn't been implemented...
Perhaps he was still concerned about his status as an elder. He had kept black hair for hundreds or thousands of years, and for a while he couldn't adapt to it changing to another color.
In addition to this, Yan Xia also discovered in the next few days that everyone had actually started to enjoy three meals a day and two meals a day.
Regarding this series of changes, Yan Xia can only say...
What a sin.
In this atmosphere, the few days passed quickly.
It was another morning, and this time Yan Xia came out alone. His brother and father had gone to play chess with the master of Zhengyang Peak, and his mother was still getting a beauty sleep.
Yan Xia, who didn't want to play chess but wasn't sleepy at all, walked around Feiyu Sect.
As I was walking around, I came to the martial arts training ground, which is where the inner disciples train.
The martial arts training ground is very large, but there are not many people.
Yan Xia saw several familiar figures here, and He Lekang was also competing with others inside.
These days, Yan Xia has gotten used to people stopping to address him as elder wherever he goes.
Elder Yan Xia waved his hand, indicating that he was just strolling around and not to bother with him.
In order not to make these disciples feel uncomfortable, Yan Xia looked at them for a while and then left. He only asked one more question before leaving: "Where is Pei Xian?"
At the inner disciples' training ground, Senior Sister Juan Wang was not there.
Moreover, Pei Xian is the second disciple of Sect Master Yang Yan, so he is naturally qualified to train here.
He Lekang, who was closest to Yan Xia, replied in a low voice: "Senior Sister Pei Xian is in seclusion."
Yan Xia looked enlightened, and it seemed that he had gained a lot of insights in the secret realm.
Yan Xia admired how the disciples of the big sects in this world were trained. He did not stay here for long. He wandered from one peak to another and stayed there until noon.
When he returned to Zhengyang Peak, Yan Xia was still thinking about what food the canteen would prepare for lunch today. As a result, when he turned his head, a figure behind the rockery attracted all his attention.
It was He Lekang who was training hard at the training ground in the morning.
The child was leaning against the corner of the rockery, holding a book in his hand that didn't look like a manual on cultivation.
Yan Xia walked over, poked his head out from the side, and asked in a low voice: "What are you looking at?"
The sudden sound made He Lekang's shoulders tremble like a little rabbit, frightened: "Look, look, look..."
I looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out what it was.
In fact, Yan Xia had already seen something before he got close.
At this moment, he squeezed next to the child and said, "The storybook, let's take a look together."
I don’t know if it’s because he was caught reading the storybook by outsiders, but He Lekang’s face is red again.
He passed half of the book over, glanced at the figure next to him, looked away, glanced again, and looked away again.
Like a little elk determining whether the sudden visit of humans is a threat.
Yan Xia ignored the young disciple's gaze and flipped through the storybook with great interest, commenting seriously: "This plot is not well written, there should be a big villain."
He Lekang finally stopped looking around and whispered, "Elder, elder, do you watch it often?"
Yan Xia nodded: "I have seen at least a thousand of them, if not eight hundred."
If you add in what he watched in his previous life and what he watched before because he was bored staying in his brother's sea of consciousness.
He Lekang opened his mouth slightly: "Amazing."
With such a high level of cultivation, he still has so much time to read storybooks. The elder is worthy of being an elder. He can only secretly take a little time to read, and dare not read for too long, which will delay his cultivation.
Yan Xia stopped talking, his attention completely absorbed in the storybook. In fact, the story was quite old-fashioned, it was about a protagonist who rose smoothly from a small figure to an upper-level position.
But the upgrade flow is always very exciting to watch. For a while, the only sound behind the rockery was the sound of flipping pages, until...
"What are you looking at?" a female voice suddenly appeared behind him.
Yan Xia and He Lekang both shook their shoulders synchronously. Yan Xia subconsciously stuffed the book behind him, but only realized it halfway through...
That's not right. He is not a primary school student reading novels secretly. He is a man in his twenties. What is there to hide from when he was caught reading novels by his own mother?
Yan Xia turned sideways and showed the book: "A storybook."
Su Wenyin raised her eyebrows: "Does it look good? Let me see it too."
She just asked this question, but in fact she had already moved to the other side of He Lekang.
The three of them sat together, with He Lekang squeezing in the middle and responsible for turning the pages of the book.
Although he has not yet come to terms with the fact that he was just hiding away to read a storybook, how did he end up reading it with a Tribulation Crossing Elder?
But even though he was not in his right mind, he was still turning the pages of the book in his hand very accurately.
As a result, the master of Zhengyang Peak, who had just finished playing chess with others and was taking them for a walk, had only walked a few hundred meters.
Just behind the rockery, three figures were seen squatting together. The two next to them had colorful hair. They were great men in the Tribulation Crossing Stage who had been tried their best to recruit people to their own sect. The one in the middle was his little disciple.
The three of them squatted like the ordinary people he had seen before, squatting in front of their own doors with bowls in hand to eat.
Facing the three back figures, the Master of Zhengyang Peak: “…………”
This scene made him feel a little confused about what expression to use.
I don't know whether I should pretend to reprimand my little apprentice who is hiding and reading storybooks.
Or he should sigh that these masters are more casual than he imagined!
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