A hundred years of wish

The sky is dark, as if it is drizzling.

But there was no trace of wet on the four of them, and even their feet were not covered with mud. They each bowed and then entered the umbrella.

Yi Yan saw that the rituals they performed were different. The disciple of Shushan and another Taoist holding a black whisk stood on his chest with his right palm, bent his thumb and index finger, and three fingers were raised. He bent over and bowed, and said, "The Emperor Wuliang Tianzun."

And the hand held a book behind his back, the other hand was closed around his waist, bowed halfway, and said, "Holy virtue and blessing."

Finally, the woman stepped forward a few steps, knelt on the ground, worshiped with great ceremony, and recited: "Disciple Zhao Xianyun pays homage to Master, Master Dashi Health and Shou."

From the etiquette of the three, we can see that the disciple of Shushan and the one holding a black whisk were both in the Taoist sect, while the one who fell to the ground was obviously Zhang Caiwei's junior. However, she obviously looked much bigger than Zhang Caiwei, but she called Zhang Caiwei's uncle.

Another scholar who took books looked like a scholar, but he said "holy virtue and blessing" when he saluted. I don't know what kind of faction this belongs to.

The three of them entered the umbrella, and the Zhao Xianyun, who was kneeling on the ground and wearing a yellow skirt, introduced to the three of them: "This is my uncle, the Heavenly Master walking under our Longhu Mountain."

She did not say Zhang Caiwei's name because she was Zhang Caiwei's junior. Behind her, Yi Yan heard Zhang Caiwei say, "I am so lucky."

Yi Yan was a little surprised, but immediately thought that this was Zhang Caiwei's Taoist name. He didn't know what was special about this Taoist name, but Yi Yan saw the faces of the three people opposite him showing a look of surprise. In a blink of an eye, his eyes at Zhang Caiwei changed, especially the disciple of Shushan was the best.

I heard the Shushan Daozi step forward and say, "I heard that Longhu Mountain will produce one wish every hundred years. One dragon and tiger. I didn't expect that I could actually see fellow Taoist Ruyi today. I am really lucky to have three lives. I have seen fellow Taoist Ruyi in Qicheng, Shushan."

The Taoist who held the black finger dust next to him stepped forward, and his bones seemed to be immersed in gloom. Although he looked quite handsome, it made people involuntarily want to stay away from him.

He stepped forward and said, "I have seen fellow Taoist fellow Taoist, and can the whisk in the hand of the fellow Taoist fellow be the whisk that is known as the sword silk hanging in the air and all things are destroyed by the dust."

His eyes were scorching at the whisk in Zhang Caiwei's hand. Yi Yan was behind him. Looking at the whisk method through the turtle in his hand, he saw that the dust silk was snow-white, indeed like a sword silk. When he looked carefully, it seemed as if there was a light reflected in his heart.

Zhang Caiwei was silent for a while. Yi Yan saw her hand reaching into her sleeve and wondered if she wanted to read that book and see how she should answer when she met someone else in the book and asked her magic weapon.

Just when Yi Yan thought of this, he heard Zhang Caiwei answer "Yes", but this answer was not so reasonable, and it was obviously inconvenient compared to the serious words she had at the beginning.

The three people on the opposite side immediately sensed Zhang Caiwei's lack of confidence, and there was a look of doubt in their eyes, but Yi Yan knew that she must have lacked confidence because she was not sure whether her answer was correct.

At this time, the scholar holding a book took a step forward and said, "The young student Liang Qingshui of Lijiang has seen Taoist Ruyi, but I wonder why Taoist Ruyi is here?"

Zhang Caiwei stood there motionless without answering for a moment. Yi Yan quickly stepped forward and said, "Master Ruyi is guiding me to practice. The three heroic and magical ones are so beautiful. Why do they chase that ghost together?"

His opening immediately attracted everyone's gaze. Just now, they seemed to have not seen Yi Yan at all.

"I wonder if you are?" Liang Qingshui asked.

"In Yiyan in Jiangxi, she has no sect and no sect, and she has learned some small magic randomly. When she meets Taoist Ruyi on the way, she is asking her for advice."

Yi Yan closed his eyes and held a turtle in his hand. Although he didn't talk much, he looked a bit unfathomable at this time. Even Zhang Caiwei only saw Yi Yan's background after walking with Yi Yan for a long time.

If strangers are together, if they do not have extremely clever communication methods, they will naturally not be able to have a harmonious atmosphere.

They looked at Yi Yan and saw that Yi Yan was wearing a half-dry and half-wet, his hair was a little messy, his shoes were covered with mud, but he was holding a turtle in his hand, and a trace of evil spirit could be sensed on the turtle.

If they only looked like this, Yi Yan would undoubtedly be embarrassed. However, after they looked at it a few more times, they vaguely felt that Yi Yan's body was dangerous, especially the closed eyes, which made them feel uneasy. This feeling was extremely faint and could not be ignored, but they could not see the origin of Yi Yan.

"Oh, I'm disturbing you," said Shushan Qicheng.

"Where, where, please sit, please sit three." Yi Yan regretted it as soon as he said this, because this was not his place, but Zhang Caiwei. Looking at her, she turned around naturally, came to the only two seats and sat down, and said, "Three fellow Taoists, please sit."

There was only one seat, but there were three of them. Zhang Caiwei sat down with the upper seat in the east.

The moment she sat down, the small square table suddenly grew bigger and became round in the process of growing bigger. Zhao Xianyun, the uncle named Zhang Caiwei, stood behind Zhang Caiwei. After the other three said "Thank you", they seemed to have not found that there was only one seat at all.

I saw Qi Cheng, a disciple of Shushan, come to the small table and smiled and said, "The things that fellow Taoist Ruyi brings with me when she goes out are all high-quality magic weapons. I wonder if fellow Taoist Longhu in the friend sect is like this."

As he spoke, he pushed the sword in his hand horizontally into the void. The sword seemed to have a root in the void. Then he sat up, moving at all.

The Feikong Taoist from Maoshan came to the table silently and raised the black whisk in his hand into the void. The dust was lower and the handle was on the upper, like the backrest of a chair, and the dust silk was scattered into the seat. The whisk was rising and falling, as if it was sinking in the water at any time, which was completely different from the feeling of the horizontal sword of Qi Cheng, a disciple of Shushan.

But the Feikong Taoist in Maoshan still only rose and fell for a while and did not fall down.

The scholar Liang Qingshui came to the table, bent down and patted the void with the book, as if there was a chair there. He used the book to slap the dust on the chair. As the book in his hand moved, the seals appeared in the void, layer by layer, and he lifted his robe and sat on it.

The three of them cast their spells, as relaxed as a whisk in the air. Yi Yan looked at it and was envious, so he also sat down and sat in the only empty seat next to Zhang Caiwei.

He observed the three people opposite with the turtle in his hand, and found that they were actually in a state of observing their noses and their noses, without making a sound, as if they had reached some tacit understanding.

Zhang Caiwei also didn't say anything. Yi Yan knew that she probably didn't know what to say. In Yi Yan's opinion, as long as it was something that had nothing to do with practice, she would be like a piece of blank paper. He even felt that her previous serious appearance was made by imitating the appearance of her masters.

Yi Yan found that Zhang Caiwei looked at her, but she sat straight and didn't say anything. He found that when she became serious, she would sit straight and expressionlessly. Despite this, her face full of the tenderness of a girl only made her look strangely cute.

The three people on the other side obviously found that Zhang Caiwei was not good at speaking, or had any other thoughts in her mind. These were just Yi Yan's guesses. After he looked at Zhang Caiwei looking at him, he began to speak.

He greeted the three people opposite. Although they responded to Yi Yan's words, they obviously did not take his words to heart. They just responded perfunctorily. Yi Yan's keen perception has always told him that the three people opposite were all focused on Zhang Caiwei.

The Maoshan Feikong Taoist's eyes were the most obvious. Almost most of his attention was on the drooping sword whisk in Zhang Caiwei's hand, while the Qicheng in Shushan was on Zhang Caiwei's face, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth in Lijiang Liang Qingshui.

Zhang Caiwei seemed to have no intention of taking out the spirit tea for them to drink. They always asked Zhang Caiwei to talk to him, while Zhang Caiwei always had to think about it silently before answering, and there were very few words to answer. Occasionally, if you were silent for a long time, Yi Yan would help her to distract the topic, and they would not ask questions again.

Although Yi Yan actually doesn't like to talk to strangers to test each other, and talk carefully to each other, just like a war between the two countries, guarding their strength, but sending small teams to attack from time to time. However, since Yi Yan left home, he has experienced so much and has undergone a great change. At least he will no longer feel afraid when he meets these monks, nor will he be at a loss anymore.

He has no magic power on his body now, but he has killed many monks after all, and there are still arrogant monks begging for mercy in front of him.

Their words slowly turned to practice. When they talked about this, Yi Yan stopped talking. In terms of practice, he thought he was still an outsider, but Zhang Caiwei also didn't speak much.

Although the conversation between the few people was not deep, Yi Yan knew why the three of them chased the ghost. It turned out that the three of them met and then competed with each other for whom they killed the ghost first. Of course, the ghost ran away for three days. Let the ghost escape for three days, and then search for the killing, and the person killed was the winner.

This method of comparison makes Yi Yan sigh and envious.

At this time, the Feikong Taoist from Maoshan said, "The reputation of hanging swords and whisks has always been as famous as thunder. I am so lucky to see it today. I wonder if I can see it with my own eyes?"

As soon as he said this, the other two immediately looked at Zhang Caiwei. They wanted to see how this girl who was not good at speaking would answer, and wanted to know whether she had the ability to hold such a treasure. When she first knew that she was Ruyi, she had the heart to compete in her heart.

Because the two Taoist names of Longhu Mountain, Longhu and Ruyi, are constantly passed down, and every generation of Longhu and Ruyi are all famous figures. However, after contacting them, they found that Ruyi in Longhu Mountain seemed to be a bit unnamed, so they had other thoughts.

This time, Zhang Caiwei was not silent and replied without hesitation: "Do you want to see the mysterious novel of Dragon Tiger Jade Ruyi?"

Not only does Longhu Mountain have dragons and tigers, but the two Taoist names of Ruyi will appear once a hundred years. There is also a magic weapon known to everyone in the world called Dragon and Tiger Jade Ruyi.
Chapter completed!