Kunlunzi looked at Ye Qingyun with some doubts.
Ye Qingyun also stared at Kunlunzi in surprise.
The two stared at each other.
Ye Qingyun thought, who is this person?
Suddenly appeared from the mountain, could it be that it stole my hometown?
Now you want to drive me, the original owner away?
Then I, Ye Qingyun, am too miserable, right?
When I went out for a trip, my home was really stolen. ??
However, Jian Tianming, who was behind Ye Qingyun, recognized Kunlunzi.
He was instantly shocked and pale.
"Kunlunzi! It's you?"
Kunlunzi also noticed Jian Tianming, but his expression did not change much.
"Jian Tianming, it turns out you are here too."
Jian Tianming's face was very solemn, and his heart was even more frightened.
He didn't expect to see Kunlunzi here.
Both from the Central Plains, Jian Tianming and Kunlunzi can be considered young practitioners of the same generation.
Jian Tianming naturally knew Kunlunzi.
Although not very familiar.
But that didn't stop Jian Tianming from knowing Kunlunzi's reputation.
After all, when Kunlunzi was born, Taoism vigorously promoted Kunlunzi.
What ancient saint reincarnated?
What innate Tao body.
Who is the first among the younger generation of Taoists?
These names that are enough to shock the world are all blessed by Kunlunzi.
The light of Kunlunzi is extremely dazzling.
There is another saying among hundreds of schools in the Central Plains.
Kunlunzi is not only the first person among the younger generation of Taoists.
He is also the number one among the younger generation in the entire Central Plains.
Even Legalist swordsman wizards like Jian Tianming can be regarded as the younger generation that Legalists focus on cultivating.
But in front of Kunlunzi, he could only be overshadowed.
Ye Qingyun turned to look at Jian Tianming.
"So you two know each other?"
Jian Tianming nodded with a heavy expression and was about to introduce.
But I heard Lang Lang's poem trumpet, which was already coming from Kunlunzi's mouth.
"When I came to enlightenment, I saw Jiang Haigu;"
"I traveled all over Cangya to visit Xuanmen."
"I occasionally ask questions about human affairs to the Tao;"
"One flute, one sword, one Kunlun."
The clear and clear poem trumpet resounds throughout the world.
This poem seems to be Kunlunzi telling his origin.
But it left Ye Qingyun speechless.
Ye Qingyun "???"
Good guy!
Do young people today like to play awkward games so much?
Still reading poetry!
Then do I also need to recite a poem number?
Otherwise, I, Ye Qingyun, will appear to be very unqualified.
Ye Qingyun thought for a while.
Fine.
Then I'll also recite a poem number.
He immediately cleared his throat.
"Half life, half saint and half immortal;"
"All Confucianism and all Taoism are all sages."
“There are thousands of true books in my mind;”
“Half the sky is controlled by civil and military forces!”
Ye Qingyun also recited the poem number.
The whole person could not help but hold his head high and his chest high.
It seems that as soon as the poem is read, the whole person's momentum rises.
To put it in layman's terms, it means that the branch has become stronger.
Kunlunzi was immediately stunned.
He looked at Ye Qingyun in astonishment.
It was not because Ye Qingyun was reciting the poem, but because the Taoist rhyme running around Ye Qingyun at this moment made Kunlunzi a little scared.
This was the first time he had seen someone with a Taoist charm that could surpass him.
He couldn't help but pay attention to Ye Qingyun.
"Why did Master suddenly recite poetry?"
Guo Xiaoyun muttered secretly to Huikong beside him.
"I don't know, but the poetic title of the Holy Son sounds very powerful, and it really fits the unfathomable nature of the Holy Son."
Huikong clasped his hands together and said with a pious expression.
"Why do I feel a little embarrassed?"
Guo Xiaoyun scratched his head.
He didn't know why, but he felt it was too embarrassing to read each other's poems as soon as they met.
Can't be normal
Talk?
However, since his master had already said this, he could only mutter a few words to himself.
"Your Excellency, is this the Lord of Fuyun Mountain?"
Kunlunzi finally asked about this matter.
Ye Qingyun put his hands behind his back, his expression was calm and composed, and his eyes were ethereal and distant.
He really looks like a master from outside the world.
"Yes, I am Ye Qingyun, the lord of this mountain."
Kunlunzi did not dare to neglect and hugged Ye Qingyun's fists.
To be continued...