After sending Mu Xiaomei home, she was still asleep. Mu Laojiu wanted to wake her up and thank Ying Feiyang and Mo Yunzong. Mo Yunzong saw that she was sleeping soundly and couldn't bear to disturb her. Mu Laojiu originally wanted to invite Mo Yunzong

Ying Feiyang had already taken the lead in staying the night and had agreed to take Mo Yunzong back to the viewing center to rest. Mu Laojiu had no choice but to give up and send the two of them out of the village with many thanks.

The two of them were walking and chatting on the road, and Mo Yunzong asked: "Today I saw that little friend Ying is very accomplished in swordsmanship even though he is young. I wonder how my master, who has a great name, can teach a disciple like you?"

Ying Feiyang has loved swords since he was a child. He was praised for his successful swordsmanship and felt proud. However, when asked about his master, he secretly felt distressed and said: "My master's name is Taoist Qingku. I guess the seniors have never heard of it."

Mo Yunzong frowned and thought for a while. He said, "Poverty? I'm sorry for my ignorance, but you haven't heard of it?"

"It's a good thing that you haven't heard of it. My master only has a bad reputation." Ying Feiyang thought to himself.

"Then I don't know which fairy mountain or famous family your master comes from?"

"Well...I don't know, maybe I have no family or sect," Ying Feiyang naturally couldn't say that Qingku was just a charlatan, and answered vaguely.

Mo Yunzong saw that Ying Feiyang was hiding something, so he became more and more curious and asked a few more questions. Ying Feiyang either didn't know everything he asked, or he knew but didn't want to tell him. It was such a cold day that it actually made his brain sweat. Fortunately, he suddenly felt sick.

The tip of my nose felt cold, as heavy snow fell one after another. If it didn't snow, there would be heavy snowflakes, fluttering and falling.

"Senior, it seems we have to speed up our pace..." This snow saved the day, Ying Feiyang quickly suggested.

"Okay, I'll help you, little friend, to lead the way." Then, the two of them didn't care about talking. Ying Feiyang took the lead and ran quickly to lead the way. Mo Yunzong followed with ease. Fortunately, the Taoist temple was not far away, and finally he was not flooded.

wet.

Entering the Taoist temple, Mo Yunzong looked around casually. The Taoist temple was quite spacious. A statue of an old gentleman stood on the stage, smiling kindly. However, there was nothing on the altar table, and the incense burner also had a layer of dust. He hesitated secretly in his heart.

At that time, Emperor Gaozu recognized Li Er as his ancestor, and the whole country respected Taoism. A Taoist temple of this size must be very prosperous if it is carefully managed. It is rare to find such a sparse place. Little did he know that the poor Taoists were lazy by nature and relied on

You can just muddle along by pretending to be a god, but you don't have the time and energy to run the business. The nickname of being poor and hard-working is worthy of its name.

"In response to fate, you bastard, I asked you to get a drink and you didn't come until now. It's freezing cold and I have to wait for so long. I've spent all these years raising you in vain." A man came out from behind,

With disheveled clothes and a flamboyant beard, who is he if he is not poor?

Seeing his master's slovenly appearance, Ying Feiyang suddenly felt ashamed and said, "Master, I brought a guest here. This is senior Mo Yunzong." He turned around and said to Mo Yunzong with a grimace: "Senior, this is a joke.

He is my master."

Taoist Qingku glanced at him and gave a vague greeting. Then he grabbed the gourd of wine from Ying Feiyang's waist and took a big gulp of it. However, Mo Yunzong looked at Taoist Qingku carefully, cupped his fists and said, "This fellow Taoist looks familiar.

I wonder if we have met before?”

Qingku had a drink and laughed, shaking his head and replied: "I haven't seen it, I haven't seen it. If you see me not asking for debts, but not reaching out to chase, you must have never seen me." Mo Yunzong saw him denying it, and asked again.

He said a few words, but the Qingku Taoist rambled on in random directions and avoided answering. At this moment, there was another noise coming from far away and approaching from outside.

"Thank you, junior sister, you are really lost. I have seen that tree three times just now. Please give me the map, otherwise senior brother will turn into a snowman."

A clear female voice said, "What a joke, how can we ascetics get lost? Am I not good at stargazing at night? I just need to raise my head to find the North Star..."

"Xie Junior Sister, you just said you wanted to look for stars on a snowy night, right..."

"Nonsense! You heard it wrong! I just said that as long as I count my fingers, I can find it... Hey, I really found it. Look, it's right there. Come on, walk on it."

"Junior sister, please slow down, be careful of slippery roads!"

After a while, a figure with eyebrows and hair dyed white by snow walked in boldly, and his eyes collided with Ying Feiyang's eyes. His eyes widened and he stared at him. Who else could it be if it wasn't Xie Lingyan?

"How could it be you?" Xie Lingyan exclaimed, and felt rude. He first smiled apologetically at Mo Yunzong, and then held a disciple's salute to Master Qingku: "Senior, is Master Qingku?" At this time, Fu Qingming and Zhang Yizhi also rushed over.

After arriving, Wei Ji shook off the snow on his body and quickly saluted. "Are you a disciple of Shang Ying?" Qingku Taoist asked with narrowed eyes.

"Yes. Junior Xie Lingyan is a disciple of Zhenren Shang. These two are my senior brothers Fu Qingming and Zhang Yizhi, who came from Xie Zhenren's sect." Xie Lingyan replied.

"What is Master Xie? Isn't it your father Xie Kangle? How old are you when the Lingxiao Sword Sect was dissatisfied with being seventeen and could not come down the mountain? You escaped secretly with the power of your father and your master, right?"

"Uh... this..." Xie Lingyan's secret was revealed, and he hesitated, thinking hard about excuses.

Qingku waved his hand and interrupted: "Okay, don't bother making excuses. Your master must have turned a blind eye to find you here. Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"It's cold and snowy. We want to stay here for the night. Do we want to disturb our uncle?"

Qingku took a sip of wine and said: "Of course I'm bothering you. Your master will really cause trouble for me. He doesn't take care of his apprentice himself, but asks me to take care of him. Forget it, let Ying Tianming arrange it. I am old.

I couldn't stay up all night, so I went to bed first. "After that, turn around and leave."

"Call me Ying Feiyang." Ying Feiyang said harshly from behind.

How could a poor, alcoholic Taoist priest be called uncle by the disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect? How did these three people find themselves here? Ying Feiyang was confused, and it was only after Xie Lingyan explained that he understood. It turns out that the Lingxiao Sword Sect is the main sect of the Taoist sect.

, Lingnan, Jiannan, and Jiangnan all have Taoist temples of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. The incense money from the Taoist temples is a major source of funds for the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and the Taoist temples can also be used as a place for traveling disciples to stay, so they are rarely guarded on weekdays.

So some incompetent mediocre or erring disciples from the Lingxiao Sword Sect were sent to guard these Taoist temples. Tongyun Temple where Ying Feiyang was located was one of them.

"So my master is a disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect who was kicked out for being useless?" Ying Feiyang was surprised, but after thinking about it, he felt that this explanation was reasonable and reasonable, and it even solved some problems that he had been unable to figure out in the past.

.

"It's no wonder that my master is not as good as a three-legged cat, but he can teach me the secrets of my kung fu. It's no wonder that my master has more knowledge and power than ordinary charlatans. He comes from a large sect." Ying Feiyang

Thought silently in my heart

Mo Yunzong joked: "It turns out that little friend Ying is also a disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. I'm disrespectful."

Xie Lingyan picked up a junior brother in vain and was in a good mood. She also smiled and said: "Hehe, junior brother Ying, please call senior sister and listen."

"You may not be older than me, so you should call me Senior Brother." Ying Feiyang straightened his body, but girls at this age develop early. No matter how much Ying Feiyang stood up and stood on tiptoe, he was still three points shorter than Xie Lingyan, losing in terms of momentum.

A cut.

After chatting for a while, Ying Feiyang led everyone into the backyard. The backyard was divided into four rooms, two on each side. Behind was the kitchen. Xie Lingyan was assigned a room, Mo Yunzong was assigned a room, Zhang Yizhi and Fu Qingming

Sharing a room, Ying Feiyang said good night to a few people and went to sleep with his master.

Entering the room, Ying Feiyang still had questions and wanted to ask the master, but Qingku was already snoring repeatedly. Ying Feiyang covered Qingku's head with the quilt to block his loud snoring, and fell asleep on the other side. Fortunately, he had experienced too much today, and
Chapter completed!