: After several spring and autumn, the fairy mountain is still there

The three clears are as majestic as climbing to the gate of heaven.

The golden light rolls red and the auspicious air sprays purple mist.

The fairy mountain is hidden among the clouds and mists, like a dream and a illusion, like a distant place, and like a scene of heaven and earth.

After twenty years of separation, the fairy mountain remains the same, and the three purity is here.

The sound of the bronze giant bell is long, the cranes are crying endlessly, and the spiritual light shines on the heaven and earth. Like the clouds and mist piled up in the bell, a cloud staircase is separated by a cloud fog in the depths of the green mountains and seas of clouds, and the spiritual power is condensed.

The golden flowers are flying freely in the air.

The visitor had a long robe with wide sleeves and long crowns and wide belts. His eyes were as quiet as water, his face was white and his beardless, and his eyebrows were clear and lingering. Although he was middle-aged, he naturally looked good.

This person is the head of the Sanqing Dao Sect, Chonghe Zhenjun.

Chonghe Zhenjun looked up at the distant sky, his eyes surging spiritual power, and a humble and proud smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was like rolling thunder, and he said loudly, "Is it a good thing that a friend comes from afar, senior, come to my Three Pure Dao."

The clan is really a bright future. If you have any mistakes, please forgive me."

"Hahaha!"

The laughter was bright, like waves rolling from the distant sky, without any concealment of heroism and kindness.

At the same time, there is no concealment, and the thick and powerful spiritual pressure.

The late Nascent Soul pressure surged around the Sanqing Dao Sect, but it never invaded the city below or the hilltops of the Sanqing Dao Sect, but just wandered in the void.

It seemed that he was knocking on the door of Sanqing and reminding someone that he was coming, but he was well-behaved, knocking in an extremely gentle and polite manner.

However, even if the other party intends to hide his cultivation, it is unlikely that he will be able to hide from the Three Pure Land Cultivation Cultivator who is close to the Three Pure Land.

Hearing the laughter of the visitor, Chong and Zhenjun's smile remained unchanged. Behind him was the Sanqing Dao Sect. Even though his cultivation level was different from that of the other party, his back was very straight here.

"In Chonghe, the leader of the Taoist sect in the lower three purity, I don't know what the seniors are coming here, so I might as well show up and see him." Chonghe Zhenjun first smiled politely, with his hands raised naturally, and was calm in the breeze

In the air.

"I came from Penglai overseas and was fortunate to meet the head of the Sanqing Sect."

From the border between Jiumingzhou and Zhongzhou to the Sanqing Daozong Gate, Yu Hou of Yuan Dynasty only took a few days to work. However, the True Lord Yidu intends to take a walk in the East Land for more, and the way he will go

It took several months.

In several months, it was enough for Zhenjun and Saint Wu Ge to be completely familiar with the customs and language habits of Donglu.

Ichidu Zhenjun who specially changed into a brand new white robe and tidied up his hair slowly appeared in the void not far from Chong and Zhenjun. He stepped on a shell-shaped flying magic weapon under his feet, and wine at his waist

The pot shook lightly and looked cheerful.

Before Chong and Zhenjun could think about where the immortal sect was Penglai, or when he could identify whether the Yuanhou monk had seen him, he could hear a crisp and loud shout.

"Uncle the leader!"

The voice is clear, with full joy and excitement.

Chong and Zhenjun were stunned for a moment, and their eyes moved from the strange Yuanhou monk to behind him. The first one that caught his eye was a woman in blue, dignified and generous, with a proud look, good looks, and good cultivation, but not

know.

Then his eyes flashed across the woman in blue and fell on the two people behind the woman in blue.

The woman with black hair in green clothes waved her hand, with a big smile on her white jade-like face, and a clear and gentle aura. As a responsible and outstanding memory leader, Chonghe Zhenjun instantly came to her mind.

I recalled the identity of the woman in front of me.

Isn’t this Duanyi’s little disciple?

The only two disciples of the immortal spirit roots in their own sect?

A genius disciple who is suspected of being a nine-turn of the golden elixir but unfortunately he is missing?

Chong and Zhenjun found all the memories of each other in the ocean of memory, and their names slowly emerged in their minds, Yu Lingchu.

"Nephew Yu?" Chong and Zhenjun's eyes lit up. Seeing Lingchu's aura was harmonious, and his mid-stage Jindan cultivation was stable and smooth, the smile at the corner of his mouth unconsciously rose up.

OK, the better the disciple, the happier he, as the head of the sect, will be.

The strange Yuanhou monk is important, and his disciples are also important. Chonghe Zhenjun was first happy, and then a little frightened. He also remembered that this genius nephew was trapped in the space turbulence in the deep sea demon eyes, although his life card was fine

, but it does not mean that nothing happened.

Today, with a monk from Yuanhou, I don’t know if something happened.

It’s better to bring your disciples over first.

"Lingchu, come here, don't bother senior." Chong and Zhenjun looked slightly serious, and seemed to be teaching their juniors a lesson, and waved to Lingchu.

True Lord Yidu looked at True Lord Chong and Zhenjun with a smile. His expression did not change much, but he couldn't help laughing in his heart.

These Three Pure Dao Sects, from the heads of the sect to the disciples, are all good at fooling people, and they are very interesting.

Ling Chu smiled, knowing that the head of the sect had good intentions, and for the time being, she could not believe in the unclear true Lord Yidu, but she still had the most important thing she had not said.

Shaking his head gently, Ling Chu pulled Senior Sister Mingyue beside him and said to Chonghe Zhenjun, "Uncle Master, please take a look, who is this."

who?

Chonghe Zhenjun once again turned his sight and fell on Zhan Taimingyue's body. His snowy clothes were cold and his eyes were filled with purple light. The professional qualities of the leader made Chonghe Zhenjun quickly remember the disciple in front of him in a short period of time.

Who is it?

Phantom Spirit Body, Ice Spirit Root, Zhan Tai Family, Zhan Tai Mingyue.

I remember that this disciple was also a sensible figure in the sect back then. Unfortunately, he lost his traces when his cultivation was still weak decades ago. Then he did not have a clear whereabouts like Ling Chu, his master and his sect.

I have searched for it, but unfortunately I have never done anything.

Even though the life card is still alive, year after year, the attention to it inevitably decreases slowly in the door.

Although the task of finding him is still in the Sanqing mission hall, the only ones who are still persistent are Zhan Taimingyue’s master and senior brothers and sisters of the same vein.

The time was too long that when Chong and Zhenjun remembered it, they were still a little unbelievable.

Unexpectedly, there will be so many missing disciples returning today.

And so on, outside overseas, Penglai.

Chong and Zhenjun seemed to remember something, a faint light flashed across his eyes, then he curled his lips and smiled, his eyes as warm as the sun, "Yu Lingchu, Zhan Tai Mingyue, welcome to return to the clan."

Zhan Tai's bright moon's cold face was chanting his name with Zhenjun, and there was a slight wave of turmoil.

Ling Chu smiled happily and brilliantly.

They are back!

At the same time, in the secret realm of the Sanqing Dao Sect, a man who was leisurely tasting tea and holding chess under the ancient tree raised a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The secrets of heaven change thousands of times, and there are no fixed numbers in the world.

Who would have expected good or bad luck? There is no regret for making a mistake.
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