Yang Qingyuan and his party came to a paradise-like place. The people here were dressed very differently from the ordinary people in southern Xinjiang. Instead, they looked like old-fashioned Hanfu.
"Looking at your appearance, you should have a high status in the Zhou Dynasty!" The leader of the visitors spoke fluent Mandarin. Their hairstyles were also very strange. The hair was divided into three bunches, which looked very strange.
It's eye-catching.
"Why do you see it?!" Yang Qingyuan asked casually, looking at the clothes of these people, he couldn't help but think deeply.
"Although I am a small countryman in this wilderness, I also admire the prosperity of the Central Plains. Although I have never met them, I have made friends with many Central Plains people. None of these people have the spirit of your Excellency!"
Temperament is a very strange thing, it seems to be deceptive, but it also seems to really exist.
Yang Qingyuan's temperament is actually very complex and is always changing.
When he first came down from Wudang Mountain, Yang Qingyuan's temperament was almost pure Taoist temperament. Even after passing the palace examination, there was not much change.
With his temperament and his background, it was natural that Emperor Taizong Wen sent him to the Hanlin Academy to compile the Taoist canon.
After five years of studying, Yang Qingyuan's temperament has changed, and the Taoism's quiet and inaction is mixed with a little bit of bookishness.
By the time he took charge of Dali Temple, Yang Qingyuan was already an important minister in charge of a department, and he had a bit more dignity.
Later, with Yang Qingyuan's experience, his temperament added the iron blood of the battlefield, the awe-inspiring Confucianism, the sharpness of the swordsman, and the carefreeness of the world.
With the improvement of his martial arts and experience, although Yang Qingyuan's temperament is now more reserved, it is difficult to hide it from those who are interested.
"Which of the twelve caves are you the master of?"
Hearing the name Twelve Cave from Yang Qingyuan's mouth, the visitor was not surprised at all.
When Meng's daughter Zhu Rongxue came with Yang Qingyuan and others, the identity of Twelve Dong was already exposed.
"You can call me Lord Jiudong."
Yang Qingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, it seemed that these twelve caves were indeed extraordinary, and the master of the nine caves alone was a master of the cave mystical realm.
Perhaps there are twelve masters above Dongxuan in the Twelve Cave.
However, considering that Twelve Cave is the most mysterious and powerful organization in southern Xinjiang, this is acceptable.
After all, in the Central Plains, just one Shaolin might have these masters.
"You are a guest, we have already packed some wine to entertain you! Please come with me!"
While talking, the Lord of Jiudong used Qinggong to lead the way. It must be said that the Lord of Jiudong of the Twelve Dongs still has two brushes.
His Qinggong is both graceful and as fast as the wind, making him one of the best in the world, slightly inferior to Chi Mei, a demon who died under Yang Qingyuan's sword, and even Wei Yixiao from the Ming Cult is on par with him.
There are also many mysteries in his steps. If there were a few different people, they might not be able to catch up with him.
But the person following him now was no ordinary person.
It goes without saying that Yang Qingyuan's Qinggong is unparalleled in the world. After understanding the figure in the painting, he can even compete with Lao Zhang.
Although Liu Wangshu's Qinggong was not as good as Yang Qingyuan's, she was also a top swordsman at the time, and she could keep up with the cave master with ease, and she also brought Zhu Rongxue with her.
Although Zhu Rongxue has noble blood, her martial arts skills are mediocre and she has not yet penetrated the eight meridians. If she is not brought along, this girl will definitely not be able to keep up.
There is also Zhuang Xiaomeng, whose Qinggong seems to be undiminished in her lolita form, even better than Liu Wangshu.
After a while, the Lord of Jiudong led Yang Qingyuan and his party to a bamboo house.
The rest of the people accompanying him were entertained by other tribesmen. Behind the Lord of Jiudong were Yang Qingyuan, Liu Wangshu, Zhuang Xiaomeng, Tie Youxia, and Zhu Rongxue, who was being led away by Liu Wangshu.
Only Tie Youxia, who was not good at light kung fu, pulled down a lot. The remaining three followed the master of Jiudong, the clouds were calm and the wind was light, without the slightest pressure.
This actually shocked the Master of Jiudong. His Qinggong was among the top among the Twelve Cave. Except for the Holy Girl and the Master of the Great Cave, the rest of them were not as good as him in Qinggong. However, today he encountered three Qinggong
Not inferior to his masters.
"Hahaha, this is such a talented person! He's old! He's old! His legs and feet are no longer good!"
Yang Qingyuan and the others had no problem with this sentence, but Tie Youxia was stunned for a moment when he heard it.
This Qinggong is so bad that my legs and feet are not good...then what does this mean to me?!
Ignoring Tie Shou's self-doubt, the group entered the bamboo house.
Yang Qingyuan was born in Xiantian, and although the people in the room held their breath, he could detect the master in the room from a hundred feet away.
Nine...no, ten!
When entering the bamboo house, Yang Qingyuan's originally casual eyes became more serious.
There was actually someone among these twelve caves who could escape his six senses and five senses.
The person sitting in the middle was wearing a bamboo hat and his face could not be seen clearly, but Yang Qingyuan was unable to capture this person's energy.
There are very few such people, they can be called rare, at least the number Yang Qingyuan has encountered is less than one palm.
"Your Majesty must be the chief cave master of the Twelve Cave!"
Yang Qingyuan took a step forward and then bowed his head as a sign of courtesy.
"The land of the Central Plains is indeed full of outstanding people. The three of them have such cultivation at such a young age, which actually puts me to shame!"
Not only Yang Qingyuan, but also Liu Wangshu and Zhuang Xiaomeng, all three of them are masters of the realm of heaven and earth.
Although the same is true for the Master of the General Cave, he was already over sixty years old when he broke through the Dharma, Heaven, Elephant and Earth. Compared to the three of them, he felt that he still lived at a young age.
Everyone sat down one by one, and then a girl from southern Xinjiang served tea to everyone.
After drinking tea, the master of the cave looked at everyone.
"What a courage! Aren't you afraid that I've poisoned this tea cup?! The strange poisons in my Miao territory are ever-changing, and I'm afraid you can't avoid them even with your martial arts!"
The master of the cave doesn’t know where these four people get their confidence!?
Yang Qingyuan smiled and said, "Master Cave Master, it's a coincidence that I was once poisoned by the most amazing poison in the world, Jinbo Xunhua. I later detoxified it with the Bodhi Wood Heart and Buddhist Heart Methods. In addition to my original martial arts skills, how could I be so intolerable to all the strange poisons in the world!"
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Zhuang Xiaomeng snorted arrogantly and did not answer. She now looks like a little girl, thanks to this sect's everlasting immortality. Although she looks like this, the benefits are greater. This everlasting immortality almost gives Zhuang Xiaomeng nirvana.
The power of rebirth.
No matter how serious the internal injury is, no matter how powerful the strange poison is, it only takes Zhuang Xiaomeng one reincarnation to resolve it easily.
There is no problem that cannot be solved by restarting. If there is, then restore the system!
Compared to the two of them who had almost full poison resistance, Liu Wangshu was far behind.
It's just that this girl looks cold, but she actually has a lot of tricks in her heart. When she just drank tea, she vomited the true energy in her palms. Liu Wangshu's control of the true energy has reached an advanced level, and no one around him noticed it. The cold air has already
The tea cup was frozen. Naturally, I didn't drink a drop of the tea of unknown origin.
After hearing and seeing the methods of these three people, the general cave master was also amazed. Then he looked at Tie Shou,
"I wonder what this little brother can do?"
Tie Youxia's originally calm face began to turn red... He watched the three of them drink, so he drank... without any fuss at all!! What an honest kid!!
