Chapter 579 This Hexagram is Special
The Taoist priest laughed lazily twice, stroked his long beard and pointed to a restaurant on the side of the road:
"Since you are interested in my background, why don't you treat me to a few drinks and let us find a quiet place to chat?"
Yun Qingqing and the other person hadn't eaten dinner yet. After exchanging glances, Yun Qingqing nodded and said:
"Alright, Taoist Priest, please."
Several people came to the restaurant and found a private room. After ordering some food and drinks, the Taoist priest walked to the door, took out a talisman from his arms and stuck it on the door.
Yun Qingqing looked at his movements and smiled slightly:
"It's soundproof. The Taoist priest is quite cautious."
As she spoke, she filled the glasses in front of the people and raised them, saying:
"It is fate that I can meet you today, Taoist Priest. I offer you a toast."
She said this politely, but in fact she was staring at the Taoist's long drooping beard.
I'd like to see how he drinks with his beard hanging in front of him like a door curtain.
The Taoist chuckled, looked back and forth between the two of them for a moment, and said:
"There's no one else here, why don't we meet each other in our true colors?"
After saying that, he raised his hand, made a gesture, and rubbed it on his face, and his appearance changed immediately.
Originally he was a middle-aged man with black hair and long beard, who looked to be in his forties. Now the long hanging beard was gone, revealing a face with regular features, and his appearance became younger.
"Okay, now it's your turn." The Taoist priest made a gesture of invitation.
Yun Qingqing narrowed her eyes slightly, and said with a smile:
"You think you can just put on a fake face and fool me? Are you overconfident, or are you testing me?"
"Hey... Taoist friend, you have good eyesight!" The Taoist's face paused, and he chuckled while touching the back of his head. "I don't mean anything else, I just... cough, I just think this one looks more majestic.
Be stricter."
The Taoist priest didn't seem embarrassed when he was exposed. He reached into his collar and took out a jade token. He took it off his neck and put it in his arms.
At the same time that the jade token was taken off, his appearance changed again.
Yun Qingqing watched as the other person turned into a young Taoist priest with a fair face, delicate eyebrows and handsome eyes. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old.
When the young Taoist priest spoke again, his voice was much softer, but his casual tone remained the same as before:
"This time it's definitely my real appearance. Is that ok with you two?"
Yun Qingqing smiled calmly, raised her hand and removed the illusion, and she and Xiao Changheng returned to their original appearance.
The young Taoist's eyes widened, he took a deep breath, and muttered, "Hiss... With such a shape, no wonder it has to be covered up..."
Yun Qingqing: ...
Why does this little Taoist priest's praise sound like scolding?
"I am Feng Yin, a disciple of Changliu Mountain. I am honored to meet you." The young Taoist priest raised his wine glass and said, "What are your names?"
Yun Qingqing's hand holding the cup paused slightly, then suppressed her thoughts and said:
"My name is Yun Qingqing, and this is my husband Xiao Changheng."
As soon as she finished speaking, the little Taoist's eyes lit up and he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp. He turned the cup over to gesture and put it back on the table with a bang.
"Hey! It's the Lord of Tianming Pavilion, and the Regent of Daliang!"
Feng Yin's tone was somewhat excited. He took out a small bronze mirror from his bosom and pointed the mirror towards the two of them and said:
"I was saying that this thing has been agitated ever since you two showed up..." He glanced into the mirror and took a deep breath. "Hiss... The Regent's incredible luck is simply unprecedented! If you practiced cultivation, then you would definitely..."
He suddenly stopped talking here, stared at Xiao Changheng, and his expression became a little complicated.
Xiao Changheng put down his wine glass and said without any expression:
"Master, you should be able to see that I don't have the aptitude to enter the realm of cultivation."
"Uh...that's not what I meant..." Feng Yin looked at the bronze mirror in his hand, his expression slightly confused.
Yun Qingqing knew that although Xiao Changheng didn't show it, he actually cared a lot about her inability to practice. Her heart tightened slightly, and she changed the subject:
"Master Feng Yin, you just said that you are a disciple of Changliu Mountain?"
"That's right." The young Taoist put away the bronze mirror and nodded. He then recalled Yun Qingqing's words when she first called him. He couldn't help but ask, "Pavilion Master, when you asked if 'Changliu' was my given name, what did you mean by that?"
Yun Qingqing didn't know how to explain for a moment. After thinking for a moment, she looked at Feng Yin with a glimmer in her eyes and said softly:
"I have an old friend named Changliu, so seeing this name, I can't help but wonder if there is any connection."
In her spiritual eyes, there was a causal line on Feng Yin's body that was faintly visible and connected to herself. The same causal line also existed on Yu Wen Ye's body.
Yun Qingqing's sixth disciple in his previous life was named Changliu.
So one can imagine how she felt when she saw the words on the banner and discovered the cause and effect line on the Taoist priest.
The young Taoist priest met her deep gaze, touched the back of his head, and said with a smile:
"I didn't expect such a coincidence. The Pavilion Master's disciple has the same name as our mountain... If I ever get the chance to meet your disciple, I will definitely invite him to visit Changliu Mountain."
Yun Qingqing took advantage of the situation and asked:
"I wonder where Changliu Mountain is? Why have I never heard of this sect?"
It's not that she is ignorant. She has read many classics of sects such as the Seven Star Palace and the Tianxuan Sect, and has already memorized all the sects, big and small, in the world.
It can be said that she will not miss any sect that is qualified to participate in the Xuanmen Conference.
Yun Qingqing was thinking that the young Taoist priest in front of him was the reincarnation of his disciple, and that he was quite capable. Changliu Mountain, which could train such a disciple, should not be unknown.
Feng Yin heard the first layer of meaning in her words, curled his lips into a smile, and slowly poured himself another glass of wine:
"We at Changliu Mountain have always been secluded from the world, so few people know about us. However, this situation will soon change. At this year's Xuanmen Conference, everyone in the Xuanmen world will know how powerful our Changliu disciples are!"
Yun Qingqing watched his every move, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and smiled softly.
"Huh? What are you laughing at, Pavilion Master? Do you think I'm bragging?" Feng Yin raised his eyebrows slightly.
"That's not the case." Yun Qingqing retracted her gaze and said softly, "My old friend's personality is very similar to yours."
Feng Yin was slightly stunned, and always felt that the emotions in her words made his heart feel bitter.
Another look from the side made him shiver for no reason. Feng Yin turned to Xiao Changheng, coughed hard against his jaw, and changed the subject:
"By the way, um... Lord Regent, how about I tell you your fortune? Since you two are treating me to dinner today, I'll give it to you for free."
Xiao Changheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him without saying anything.
Yun Qingqing understood Xiao Changheng's thoughts, and she was also a little surprised:
"You are an expert in divination, so you should know the price of reading a fortune for someone of great fortune."
"Of course I know," Feng Yin chuckled and picked up the small bronze mirror again, "but today's divination is special!"
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