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"Beiyun Mountain!" Yang Zhen lost her voice and said, "What a coincidence? Is this a place we have been to?"

During the ten months they were in Zhao State, they searched for peaks called Beiyun Mountain, at least forty or fifty.

Zhao Yue'er shook her head, took out a pen and paper from her ring, sat down at the desk next to her, and started drawing with concentration on her face.

The ink is as clear as flowing clouds and flowing water, and after half a cup of tea, a spectacular landscape painting is painted in one stroke.

Yang Zhen looked intently and saw that there were about twenty or thirty peaks in the painting, most of which were submerged in the vast sea of ​​clouds, making them blurry and indistinct.

Zhao Yue'er said nothing, marked the words "Beiyun Mountain" below the sea of ​​clouds, and wrote a line of words in the upper right blank space——

I live in peace in Changle, and there is green jade in the northern clouds.

"What does this mean?" Yang Zhen asked in surprise.

Only the thousands of white hooks caused some slight obstacles.

It's a pity that his opponent is Yang Zhen.

"Brother Xiao Shitou!" Qing Xiaoling's charming voice came from the escaping light: "Xiao Ling found a sect nearby!"

Yang Zhen and Zhao Yue'er stood on the top of the cloud, overlooking the mountains.

Three-pronged approach!

Yang Zhen was dressed in a green shirt with a long sword tied to her waist. She was dressed like an ordinary casual cultivator. She walked along a stone road and soon came to the archway.

"This sect..." Yang Zhen pondered for a moment and said, "I'll go take a look!"

The age listed on his jade medal is one hundred and fifty years old.

Yang Zhen suddenly realized.

The peaks and ridges are like clusters, the mountains are lush and green, as green as the sea, and the clouds and mist in the forest are lingering, like a picture of intertwined green smoke.

Xu State is a secular government, and the backer behind it is the Yunxiao Sect. There is only one sect in the entire country, the Yunxiao Sect, and the rest are illegal.

Yang Zhen nodded and suddenly looked into the distance.

"Soon after, he had a courtyard built near the cave and named it 'Anjutang'. Whenever he had free time, he would stay in this place for a period of time to refine his soul."

After a while, Yang Zhen was stripped down to her underwear, lying naked in front of the two of them.

"I agree." Yang Zhen stretched out her hand and pulled the old man up.

Such as now.

…

"So powerful?" Yang Zhen was surprised.

"How long has Guizong been here?" Yang Zhen asked next.

Zhao Yueer knew very well that Yiyi must be playing tricks on her.

The voice was sharp and urgent, and after a while, a ray of light came from behind the mountain, revealing an old Taoist wearing a purple robe with a few strands of rat whiskers on his chin.

But now it's different.

"What a talented young man!" Shen Bobiao said with emotion.

The middle stage of Zifu's cultivation.

The disciple took out a pair of third-level spirit lock buckles from his storage bag and quickly clasped Yang Zhen's hands together. Then he took out a pair of fairy binding ropes and was about to continue.

The old Taoist paused and turned around, his expression unchanged.

"Hahaha!" Shen Bobiao stood up and ordered the disciple next to him: "Tie him up!"

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the temple door, and a young disciple walked in carrying a teapot and a cup.

Yang Zhen couldn't help but laugh.

Yang Zhen resisted with a stick. When she slashed with her double hooks, the black handle was accompanied by bursts of putrid smell, which made people almost nauseous. The white handle turned into hundreds of sharp blades, overwhelmingly covering the whole body.

No wonder there is no introduction in the jade slips, it really only appeared after King Changle, Yang Zhen thought to herself.

Speaking of this, she sighed quietly, and the corners of her eyes were slightly moist: "Now I finally understand why the seniors of the Zifu of my Zhao family have been practicing diligently and diligently in the realm of golden elixir. Patriarch Yunjun did not care about the five hundred years old

At such an age, they are risking their lives to attack the golden elixir. It turns out that they cannot let go of this cave left by their ancestors, this obsession!"

It's a pity that it's not that easy to become a real Jin Dan?

Sometimes when faced with danger, the two of them work together, which makes it even more fun.

Yang Zhen danced the Ruyi Stick tightly, facing the direction of the double hooks, and rushed forward!

"However, this little fairy is in your body, so you don't have to be afraid!" the little fairy whispered softly, like coaxing a child.

Yang Zhen looked around. Except for the two of them, there was no one else in the palace. She couldn't help but feel strange:

"May I ask Senior Brother Shen, are all the disciples of your sect not in the sect? Why can't you see so many of them?"

He had space at his disposal, and his own strength was not bad. As the saying goes, a skilled man is bold, so he smiled coldly and shouted: "Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

"Yes!" Zhao Yuer nodded.

There is an unwritten rule in the world of immortality. If a monk provokes a monk in front of the sect, you send a disciple or an elder of the same level to drive him away. It is reasonable and no one will say anything.

Ten breaths later, Yang Zhen put her hand on her forehead and fell to the ground with a clang.

In the stunned horror of the old man, he came to the opponent's side, hit the right knee with a club, and knocked the person to the ground.

"There is a level in that cave. According to the ancestor's estimation, it would take at least half a year to crack. He was at the critical moment of seizing the heir and could not spare such a long time."

Hearing this, Yang Zhen already had two doubts, so she interjected:

"Can you be affected by the sapphire and cultivate your soul outside the cave?"

A ray of blue light penetrated the clouds and mist, and came speeding towards me.

Yang Zhen took out the Ruyi Stick, made a starting gesture, and said with a smile:

"What the Second Elder just said is not the way to treat guests! In that case, I would like to ask the Second Elder to give me two tips so that I can retreat and no longer dare to pester you!"

On top of the mountains covered with ink-colored green forests, an archway stands proudly.

The disciple took the jade token and looked at it for a moment, and his expression became more respectful: "It turns out to be Senior Liu, disrespectful and disrespectful. I will go and inform the elders of my sect and ask Senior to wait a moment."

"Well," Shen Bobiao chuckled and said, "The Bizong is located in a corner. It is a small sect. There are not many disciples in the sect, most of them are cultivating. It is normal for you to see few people."

The two of them came to a large hall surrounded by jade railings, one after the other, and sat down in the hall as guests and hosts.

With Yiyi as her backing, Yang Zhen immediately decided to drink this cup of tea and see what the other party wanted to do.

Two late-stage qi-training disciples, one senior and one junior, who were guarding the mountain, were chatting when they saw someone coming and stopped talking.

Shen Bobiao stretched out his hand to twist his beard, feeling even more proud.

"The poor Taoist's surname is Shen and his given name is Bo Biao," the old Taoist asked with a hint of disbelief: "Young Daoist Liu is not even three Jiazi this year?"

The old Taoist hummed, grabbed the jade token handed over by the young disciple, glanced at it, and looked at Yang Zhen with a hint of scrutiny:

"Fellow Daoist Liu, what do you want to do when you come to my Divine Will Sect?"

"Later, there was a coup in the State of Zhao, so this ancestor made this jade slip about the situation in the cave and left it to the ancestors of Quanxiang in case of unexpected events. He also replaced a paragraph in the genealogy with these two sentences

talk."

The disciple's face changed drastically, and his attitude immediately turned 180 degrees: "This uncle, I have come to my sect on important matters. Who are you looking for?"

He took the spiritual tea from the disciple's hand, took a sip, and then drank it all.

Watching the young man take out a new piece of guardian jade from the ring and tie it on, even if he is not convinced, a defeat is a defeat. If he continues to pester, he will not lose his own face, but the sect's face.

In order not to attract attention, when he remade his identity token yesterday, he specially ordered someone to change his age several times.

I ordered Yiyi to help several times, but Xiao Xiancao didn't seem to hear it and just kept laughing.

However, as the years progressed, these sects, large and small, mostly obeyed the orders of the Prince Zhao who enfeoffed this place and became sharp swords in the hands of these people.

The political power of the Qin State was established and controlled by cultivators. The Qin royal family was the only one in power, and other sects were not allowed in the country.

"The humble sect is very simple and rarely has visitors. Even this pot of spiritual tea was temporarily ordered to be cooked by the disciples. Don't be surprised by the guests." Shen Bobiao said politely.

"The fragrance is sweet and sweet, leaving a fragrance on your lips and teeth." Yang Zhen praised it.

"I am from Zezhou. I was traveling around and saw a sect here, so I came here to stay overnight." Yang Zhen clasped her fists and took off a jade plaque from her waist.

They have decided to book this cave! They will go there immediately!

…

When there is nothing to do, Yiyi hides in his body and experiences various things with him. Yang Zhen is also happy like this. He can feel the happiness and freedom of the little fairy grass in his body.

After saying that, the man took out a whistle-like instrument from his arms, put it in his mouth and blew it hard.

…
To be continued...