"Well, when I have the chance to meet Sister Huang and Lao Niu, I will ask them carefully."

Yang Yunfan is not very old, only in his early twenties. Of course, he doesn't know what happened twenty years ago.

Originally, the old man was a good candidate, but this old guy ran off somewhere to be cool, and there was no news for the past year. If Taoist Master Yunlong hadn't told Yang Yunfan that he had received a letter from the old man a few days ago, Yang Yunfan would have even suspected

, the old man was killed by his enemy.

"Brother Yang, do you Chinese cultivators have many sects, many ancestors, and some major branches?"

But at this moment, the girl pulled Yang Yunfan's sleeve and asked a question that had nothing to do with the topic just now.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Yunfan looked at the girl confused, wondering why she suddenly became interested in these things.

The girl covered her mouth and chuckled, then pointed her green little finger over there and said: "Brother Yang, look, a few Taoist priests with white hair over there got into a quarrel because of the origin of a book called "Huang Ting Jing"

."

When Yang Yunfan heard this, he couldn't help but look over.

"Fart, this is the classic written by Huang Tingguan of the Shangqing sect, Huangting Immortal. When did it become the work of your Nanyue sect ancestors? Otherwise, why is this "Huangting Sutra" named after Huangting and not "Nanyue Sutra"

?You Nanyue Sect people are just talking nonsense!"

An old Taoist priest with a white beard jumped on his feet and shouted angrily with a red face.

On the other side, a Taoist priest with the same white hair and childish face retorted tit for tat: "This is written by Mrs. Zixu in Magu Fairyland of Nanyue. Why is it not a classic of my Nanyue Sect?"

The girl looked at the two old Taoist priests who were almost two hundred years old quarreling there, laughing from ear to ear. She shook Yang Yunfan's arm from time to time and said: "Brother Yang, look, aren't these two funny?

People are so old, but they have a quarrel because of the author of a book."

However, after the girl said a few words, she realized that Yang Yunfan had also walked over.

He thought that Yang Yunfan was going to break up the fight. Unexpectedly, Yang Yunfan walked over and shouted: "Shut up, all of you! This is the work of Taiqing Master. What about Shangqing Huangting Immortal, what about Nanyue Zi

Madam Xu? You don’t want to put money on your sect’s face!”

"I, Moyunya, am the only direct descendant of the Taiqing lineage. The [Eight Scenery Palace Lanterns] illuminated when Laojun preached are still hanging on the top of Moyunya. Before Laojun's holy tomb, I cleaned the holy tomb for fifteen years. This

Don’t I know better than you about this kind of thing?”

"What is the first sentence of the location chapter of "Huang Ting Jing"?"

"Lao Jun lived leisurely and wrote seven words, explaining the body shape and the gods. There is Huangting above and Guanyuan below, and behind you there is Mingmen in front of Youque."

"Did you hear it clearly? This sentence is clearly written. This is the work of Saint Taiqing! It was written 2,500 years ago! The Immortal Huang Ting in your mouth, Mrs. Zixu, was not born at that time!"

Yang Yunfan's words made the people from the two sects who were still fighting over the origin of this scripture suddenly speechless.

The girl watched Yang Yunfan change from a gentle and gentle gentleman to a street shrew, starting a quarrel and pretending to be a man who could stand in the way of others. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and was very shocked.

She walked forward, pulled Yang Yunfan, and said enthusiastically: "Brother Yang, I have never seen you quarrel with anyone. The way you quarrel is so impressive."

Yang Yunfan waved his hand and said: "Girl, this is not a quarrel. I am taking back something that originally belonged to me. Moreover, this is a dispute between orthodoxy, higher than life and death. If we don't fight, maybe one day,

People from other sects will say that I, Moyunya, am their branch, and they are the direct descendants."

The girl nodded in agreement. Although she didn't know the importance of the orthodoxy dispute, Yang Yunfan had the best relationship with her, so of course she supported Yang Yunfan unconditionally.

"Buzz..."

At this moment, the five-color divine boat swayed for a moment, slowly slowing down, and the colorful aura wrapped around the divine tree gradually disappeared.

Below the Shenzhou, Yang Yunfan lowered his head and looked down.

This is the highest peak of Kunlun Mountain. However, on the top of the mountain, there is a huge palace.

Those palaces, along the mountains, are perfectly inlaid on the dangerous peaks, and the world is peaceful and harmonious.

There were white clouds in the sky, and cranes flew out from the valley on the other side of the mountain from time to time.

Not far away, on the towers and pavilions in the mountains, there were three or two disciples living leisurely.

Some people were playing the piano, some were dancing with swords, and some were holding scrolls while reciting the words of saints. Green smoke was rising from the small stove in front of him, as if the fresh air of fragrant tea was blowing towards his face.

In the distance, the sky is full of haze and neon clothes, covering the entire palace. Sometimes there are young disciples, who are learning to fly with swords crookedly. The color of the haze is reflected on their feathered robes, and also dyes their original white robes.

It's colorful and looks quite magnificent.

"White clouds, yellow cranes, Taoist people, a piano, a sword, a cup of tea, the feathers are always smoky, not stained by the peach and plum blossoms in the world..."

Yang Yunfan looked at the flawless scenery of heaven, earth and man, and couldn't help but murmured a little poem, and then praised: "Kunlun Sect is worthy of being the ancestral home of our Taoist sect. It is indeed a beautiful scenery."

Immediately, many cultivators from the Five-Colored Divine Boat jumped off the Five-Colored Divine Boat in twos and threes.

Familiar disciples of the Kunlun Sect came up to greet them one by one and took them to their respective places to rest. After a while, the large group of people who came here disappeared.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang, where are you..."

But at this moment, a girl with a round face wearing a white monk's robe squeezed out from the crowd. Her face was a little red, and there was some sweat on her forehead. It seemed that she had worked hard to squeeze in.

"Xiaoya, we are here!"

Yang Yunfan saw Jiang Xiaoya from afar, clumsily squeezing out of the crowd, looking around for something.

"Brother Yang, it turns out you are here. There are too many people, and I didn't even see you!"

Jiang Xiaoya heard Yang Yunfan's voice, turned around suddenly, and saw Yang Yunfan's familiar voice. Then she showed a cute smile and clumsily squeezed over.

She patted her chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Brother Yang, master asked me to pick you up. We, Zuowangfeng, are responsible for all your living and accommodation on Kunlun Mountain these days. However, we

The food at Zuowangfeng may not be very tasty, so don’t mind it.”

Hearing what Jiang Xiaoya said, Yang Yunfan laughed and said, "Of course not. I can understand the hard work on the mountain and the inconvenience."

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaoya immediately felt relieved. She pointed to a gray-robed Taoist over there and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, Sister Ye, my master is waiting for us over there. Let's go there quickly. By the way, my master said

No. Wuhen, Brother Yang, please don’t call me Wuchen later. Master Wuchen, this is a taboo topic in our Kunlun Sect. Master is very concerned about it."

"Taoist Priest Wuhen, Taoist Wuchen... it's really easy to call them by mistake."

Yang Yunfan muttered, then nodded and said: "I won't call you wrong."

At the same time, Yang Yunfan raised his head and looked over from a distance.

Under the Kunlun Mountain Gate, in the huge porch, there was a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe with a gentle face standing there.

His appearance is very ordinary, and he looks very inconspicuous among the disciples of the Kunlun Sect who have many handsome men and beautiful women.

However, upon closer inspection, Yang Yunfan could feel that there was a faint cyan aura lingering around him.

This kind of breath has the holiness of the lotus, the quality of neither enchantment nor arrogance. And in this holiness, there is also a restrained and sharp energy contained in it.

This Taoist Wuhen must have practiced an extremely advanced technique, so he can produce such a unique aura.

Yang Yunfan is now well-informed. Among the people he has met, only a few people such as Jiang Polang, Taoist Yunlong, and Venerable Wisdom can emit their own unique aura without realizing it.

As for Li Jin Yuanjun, he is like a black hole, bottomless, and his aura is like an abyss. If you don't see it with your eyes, it is almost difficult to detect his existence with just your spiritual sense.

After taking a deep look at Taoist Wuhen, Yang Yunfan lowered his head and asked, "Xiaoya, what kind of skills does your master practice?"

"What my master is practicing is of course the "Qinglian Sword Technique" which is our secret skill at Zuwangfeng. Everyone in Kunlun knows it well." Jiang Xiaoya glanced at Yang Yunfan strangely, thinking that this question is so simple. Brother Yang, who has always been wise and knowledgeable,

Do you also ask such a simple question?

"Green Lotus Sword Technique...well, it is indeed a unique skill!"

Yang Yunfan nodded slightly. He had heard of this technique before.

Among this sword art, it is rumored that there is a move called [Jinghong Yi Sword], which can condense the whole body's spiritual energy into a point in an instant, and burst out a very strong sword energy, which is the same as Yang Yunfan's [Heaven's Will Ru] which he used to exhaust all his merits.

Knife], in appearance, they are very similar.
Chapter completed!