Chen Changsheng cupped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you so much, fellow Taoist."
He Chongyang waved his hand and said: "You're welcome, it's just a little effort. By the way, where are you going, fellow Taoist? Yujian Huanghai is still somewhat dangerous. If you are on the way, why not come with me?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Chen is going to Yunfu Mountain, but are you on the way?"
"where?"
"Yunfu Mountain."
He Chongyang thought at first that he had heard wrongly. He looked dazed for a moment and asked again.
"Are you sure you want to go to Yunfu Mountain? Could it be that you remembered it wrong?"
He Chongyang said: "Do fellow Taoists not know that Yunfu Mountain is the dojo of the devil Zhao Yuqing?"
Chen Changsheng just said calmly: "I know."
After hearing this, He Chongyang was shocked and said, "Is it possible that fellow Taoist priest is specifically looking for the devil?"
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but smile when he heard the name 'Devil', and then nodded and said: "Exactly."
He Chongyang smacked his lips and didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.
That place has not been visited for hundreds of years.
Back then, the events of Qinle Palace and Chihei Island were still widely circulated in the world of immortality, but the gentleman in Qingshan in front of him still dared to go to Yunfu Mountain.
Seeing his calm appearance, He Chongyang couldn't help but guess.
For those who don't care about Zhao Yuqing so much, he either has a high level of Taoism or is familiar with Zhao Yuqing.
He Chongyang is more inclined to the former. He is the best in spiritual practice. If he is familiar with Zhao Yuqing, then he will never dare to have contact with this person again.
Someone who is familiar with Zhao Yuqing...
I'm afraid he won't be a good person.
He Chongyang said: "My fellow Taoist is so calm. Could it be that he is familiar with Zhao Yuqing?"
Chen Changsheng recalled the conversation with Zhao Yuqing that day in Qiuyuefang, and he shook his head and answered.
"Not familiar."
He Chongyang seemed to be relieved, and then asked: "What are you doing in Fuyun Mountain, then?"
"I'm just asking him some questions," Chen Changsheng said.
"There's no grudge, right?"
"resentment……"
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said, "If we talk about grudges, Chen can't say whether they have them or not."
He Chongyang advised: "Forgive He for being blunt, Zhao Yuqing is moody and ruthless in his actions. Although Taoist friends are profound, it is best not to have anything to do with that devil. If trouble happens later, it will be quite difficult.
."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng laughed and said, "Chen has heard people talk about him, but is he really as scary as the rumors say?"
He Chongyang said: "A few years ago, Zhao Yuqing came to the Immortal Dao Conference uninvited and didn't know what the grudge was. In front of many monks, Zhao Yuqing killed the elder of Changliu Jianshan with a sword, and his soul was also with him.
Destroyed."
"At that time, the elders of Immortal Mountain felt that he was arrogant, and twenty-three Dongxu realms took action together, but in the end they were beaten back by Zhao Yuqing."
"Although he did not kill them, Zhao Yuqing robbed the magic swords of the twenty-three Dongxu Realm monks."
"The Immortal Dao Conference was also turned upside down by him alone."
"Speaking of Changliu Sword Mountain..."
Chen Changsheng paused and said, "Could this matter have something to do with the Jade Xuan Sword Immortal?"
He Chongyang shook his head after hearing this and said: "I don't know about this. It was originally rumored that the Yuxuan Sword Immortal was familiar with Zhao Yuqing, but it has never been confirmed."
"I heard fellow Taoist say this, maybe it has something to do with it."
"However, He remembers that the sword immortal Yuxuan passed away six hundred years ago?"
Chen Changsheng raised his eyes and said lightly: "Maybe it's just a rumor..."
He Chongyang nodded. He also felt that it was unlikely. After all, it had been so many years, so there could be any grievances.
Chen Changsheng changed his voice and asked: "Fellow Taoist, can you tell me more about Zhao Yuqing? Chen is a little curious as to how he got to this point."
"He doesn't know much about this."
He Chongyang said: "When He learned about the immortal world, he was already the master of Yunfu Mountain, at least two hundred years earlier than me."
"According to the seniors in the sect, Zhao Yuqing seems to have appeared suddenly without any warning."
"It came out of nowhere..."
Chen Changsheng frowned and began to think.
He felt a little strange. Zhao Yuqing originally found his fate in the mortal world and came to the world of immortality. How could he leave no traces along the way?
He Chongyang said: "I don't know much about them. Fellow Taoists, you can ask the seniors in the world of immortality. They should know more."
Chen Changsheng came to his senses, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for clearing up the confusion."
"He doesn't know much about where he is."
The smile on He Chongyang's face faded, and then he asked: "But, do fellow Taoists really want to go to Yunfu Mountain?"
"Of course I want to go." Chen Changsheng nodded and said: "Some things have been bothering Chen for a long time, and only Zhao Yuqing can give Chen a definite answer."
After hearing this, He Chongyang sighed softly and said: "Since that's the case, I won't persuade He anymore, but fellow Taoist disciples can disembark at the next Feizhou Ferry, which can also save some mana."
Chen Changsheng took a look at the flying boat. There were all kinds of people on the flying boat. It was not a merchant ship, but a passenger ship.
Chen Changsheng said: "This flying boat should be carrying passengers. It would be better for Chen to stay on it."
"No problem."
He Chongyang said: "Now, 70% of the flying boats in the world of immortality are operated by my Lingyue Immortal Island. It's just a matter of one sentence."
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "Why is this so embarrassing?"
"It's fate that we meet each other. Fellow Taoist, you are so polite."
He Chongyang thought this fellow Taoist was quite polite, but when he saw the smile on Chen Changsheng's face, he felt a little strange.
Why did he feel that this Taoist monk didn't seem to have any embarrassment?
Chen Changsheng didn't find a place to sit down, he just stood on the deck and looked at the scene outside.
According to He Chongyang, when you arrive at the next port, you will see the Fairy Mountain Ferry. At that time, you can transfer to the flying boat to reach the world of cultivating immortals.
He guessed that the world of immortality was far away from the world, but he didn't expect that it would be so far away.
And He Chongyang was sizing up the person in front of him.
He was dressed simply, and could not see his Taoism or magic power, so he wanted to go to Yunfu Mountain, where no one dared to go.
He Chongyang has been on this flying boat for many years, but has never seen this person.
He asked aloud: "I wonder if you have a dojo?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and said: "There is no dojo. I have been traveling in the mortal world in recent years and I have no place to return before."
"Is this so..."
He Chongyang thought in his mind that it was no wonder, and then said: "Based on the Taoist Taoist practice, he should have already been famous in the world of immortality. However, He thought hard, but he has never heard of the name of the Taoist Taoist."
Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and said: "I am originally from the mountains. There is no need to care about the affairs outside the mountains. Chen is just an unknown person."
He Chongyang shook his head and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist is so humble, how can he be a nobody?"
Chen Changsheng smiled at him and did not explain anything further.
He looked towards the deserted sea, but suddenly he saw a shadow floating under the deserted sea.
Chen Changsheng frowned and held the sword.
"What's wrong, fellow Taoist?"
He Chongyang paused when he saw this scene and followed Chen Changsheng's gaze.
When he saw the dark shadow under the deserted sea, his brows also wrinkled.