The next morning.

When the first ray of sunshine shone on Yunyang City, accompanied by a melodious bell, a huge flying boat slowly rose above Yunyang City.

The flying boat looked about a hundred feet long, with jade towers and palaces on it, and surrounded by mysterious lights, which were very gorgeous.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on the flying boats.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Look! Look! There is a palace flying in the sky!"

The child who came to seek the truth looked at the flying boat in the sky, his expression full of excitement.

"It's the Ziyang Immortal Boat! It is said that only those who are personally priested disciples and elders can apply for a ride!"

Some knowledgeable disciples of Ziyang Mountain showed awe and envy, and popularized science to the monks around them.

"This is the legendary Ziyang Immortal Boat... I heard that each immortal boat is a top-grade magic weapon on the ground level. It can travel 100,000 miles a day and has amazing defense. There are only sixty-four Ziyang Mountain."

"I don't know when I will have the opportunity to ride..."

"Hey, then you have to become a personal disciple or elder!"

"Personal news... Alas, the path of immortality is difficult. I am already content to be able to become the Ziyang outer sect. That kind of existence is also one in Ziyang Mountain, and it is not something I can imagine."

"That's right, which big shot was from Ziyang Mountain this time? It seems that he is going back to the mountain?"

"It seems to be the personal master Qin of Lingfu Peak."

"Mr. Qin? Could it be the one on the top list of the exiled immortals? Qin Shou?"

"It should be true."

“It’s so enviable…”

The monk talking about it showed his yearning.

However, someone sneered:

"Haha, what's the envy of him? It's just that he's reincarnated, with a handsome face and a grandfather in the Nascent Soul stage!"

"The second generation of young man with four-type mixed spiritual roots is just a low cultivation level. He will not be a piece of loess in a hundred years!"

As soon as these words came out, the monks around him changed their qualities:

"Shhh-Shut!"

"Young Master Qin is the Young Master Yinyang Guard. If Yinyang Guard hears these words, you will be in trouble!"

"Hidden Yang Guard..."

Hearing this word, the monk who had just sneered changed his expression and quickly shut up.

The other monks also subconsciously stayed away from him, as if they wanted to separate themselves from each other.

The conversation became less and even the air pressure in the crowd seemed to be much lower.

"Yinyangwei...Qin Shou..."

The tall young man carrying a heavy sword hid in the crowd and muttered to himself.

His bright eyes swept between the white-faced monk and the fairy boat gradually fading away from the sky, frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed:

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. There are lackeys like the Si family, and organizations like Yinyangwei that everyone avoids. It is probably difficult for this so-called Mr. Qin to be a good person!"

"Brother Gao Yi!"

A crisp call sounded behind the young man.

The youth's expression was calm.

He turned around and said to the pretty girl who appeared behind him:

"Xi Lan, let's go, there are more than two months left before the ceremony. I will give you some guidance in the past two months and strive to allow you to jump into the Ziyang Outer Gate!"

Qingshan Villa.

Si Yingkong, the ancestor of the Si family, retracted his gaze that looked at the sky, slowly lowered his smile, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Finally leave..."

He turned his gaze sideways and looked at Si Nian, whose eyes were still on the fairy boat beside him, and said:

"Stop looking, Mr. Qin has left. Practice well and you can also get on this fairy boat in the future."

Si Nian was silent for a long time, withdrew her complex gaze and nodded slightly.

Si Yingkong stroked his gray beard and said with a smile:

"Okay, go home with me. After seeing this master off, I will start to retreat."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

However, as soon as he took a step, Si Yingkong paused.

A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he instantly looked at the two servants transporting portraits not far away, and shouted:

"stop!"

The two servants were startled, and the portrait in their hands fell to the ground with a bang. Even the butler in the villa who was directing them couldn't help but tremble:

"Old...Old Ancestor?"

Si Yingkong did not go to manage the housekeeper.

His eyes were fixed on the portrait.

After seeing the portrait clearly, Si Yingkong and Si Nian changed color at the same time.

Blue clothes and Taoist clothes, and all their hair and beards are white.

The image in the painting is nothing other than someone else, but the Taoist in the blue-clothed world they saw in the secret realm of Wuyou!

The spiritual pressure in the crystallization stage was released instantly, which made the two servants and the housekeeper tremble and pale.

"Where does this portrait come from?!"

Si Yingkong asked in a deep voice.

The housekeeper of the other courtyard trembled and stammered:

"Back...back to the ancestor..."

"Before Mr. Qin came, the master said that as the stronghold of Yinyang Guard, the living room of the other courtyard should be hung with the statue of Ziyang Mountain in Ziyang Mountain."

"So...so...so the young man went to Zhenbaofang... and bought a pair of them for a lot of money..."

"A few days ago... Zhenbaofang stopped offerings, and today... the goods arrived."

Master Ziyang?

Ziyang...Master?!

The Si family's father and son widened their eyes and stood there on the spot.

The memory was instantly clear, and the old and the young finally recalled why they felt that the image of the Taoist in blue was so familiar.

"Ziyang Patriarch?! No, no, no... Could that Taoist be the Ziyang Patriarch who has been missing for three thousand years?!"

Si Nian couldn't help but exclaim.

"Ah Yeh--!"

Above the fairy boat.

Qin Shou sneezes, rubs his nose, looking strange:

"Who is talking about me behind my back?"

...

Tianyang Mountains, Ziyang Mountains.

As one of the seven holy places in the right path of the mountain and sea realm, this sect standing in the western part of Central China has been established for three thousand years. The sect alone has stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, and it can definitely be called a giant.

Among the mountains, a towering formation like a mist is like a giant glass bowl, covering the mountains.

On the steep peaks, pavilions, towers, pagodas and palaces are hidden among the clouds and mists, reflecting colorful brilliance under the sunlight, just like a heavenly palace.

The swaying smoke rang with the sound of the bell, and the ethereal and ethereal fairy music appeared and disappeared.

Occasionally, you can see rainbow lights passing by in the clouds and mists, and you can see cranes dancing and hear dragons roaring.

At the entrance of the array.

A towering mountain was cut off from the waist and cut into a platform.

On the platform, a sweet girl in Taoist robe stood tall and graceful.

The girl looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, with beautiful hair like ink and skin like cream.

She tiptoed to look out of the mountain, her eyes full of aura blinked slightly, and her slightly baby-fat face was filled with a sweet smile of expectation, which made people feel good when they look at it.

Her Taoist robe is blue and white, with auspicious clouds and eight trigrams painted on it, which makes her look elegant and ethereal.

This is a Ziyang crane dream suit, which can only be worn by the inner gate of Ziyang Mountain.
To be continued...