The old beggar stared at the man in gray clothes in front of him, feeling that there was no aura fluctuation in his body, just like an ordinary person with no cultivation.
However, the "Qiu Yun Beast" was actually lying in front of him.
"Could it be that this person has a secret method to conceal his cultivation?"
The old beggar murmured in his heart and asked tentatively: "I have no enmity with you, why do you want to ruin my good deeds?"
The man in gray clothes smiled slightly, did not answer, and floated down from the high wall. At the same time, he stretched out a palm and patted his chest.
The old beggar's expression changed and he hurriedly stepped back.
However, as he retreated, he was horrified to find that all directions around him seemed to be blocked by this palm. No matter how he dodge, he could not escape from this palm.
At the critical moment, the old beggar turned his hand, took out a bamboo flute from his sleeve, put it in his mouth and started playing.
The strange sound of the flute resounded all around, and an invisible wave spread, causing the man in gray clothes to be slightly stunned.
"Huh?"
The man in gray clothes let out a light sigh, and the next moment he turned his palms into fingers and lightly tapped in front of the old beggar, causing him to fly backwards.
"The magic sound captures the soul? It turns out to be the disciple of Huang Jue Palace!"
Liang Yan smiled softly. This move was not unfamiliar to him. He had seen Dongfang Xun use this move when he was fighting with other monks on Huangshi Mountain.
It's just that the methods of the person in front of him are much worse than what he saw that day.
"Who are you, Dongfang Xun?" Liang Yan suddenly asked.
The old beggar had already hit the wall, and finally struggled to get up. After suppressing the boiling energy and blood in his body, he cupped his hands and said:
"It's the master!"
Liang Yan nodded slightly and said, "Why did your Emperor Jue Palace come to the capital of Yue Kingdom if you don't stay well in your own territory?"
The old beggar glanced at Liang Yan, with a strange look on his face. After a long time, he slowly said: "Excuse me, who are you? If you are a monk of the Yungang Sect, how can you not know the "Five Great Sects"
What’s the matter with Yan Ming?”
Liang Yan was slightly startled when he heard this, and thought to himself: "This person appears in Kyoto city, is there any explanation?"
He pondered for a moment and then said: "Of course I am a member of the Yungang Sect. I have just been traveling for many years and have just returned to Nanchui. What exactly did you say just now?"
The old beggar glanced at him, a little doubtful, but considering Liang Yan's strength, he did not dare to hide anything, and immediately said:
"Yan Ming in the capital city of the Yue Kingdom is the reincarnation of the Taoist 'Lingzhuzi', but he just happens to join the Yan family of the Yue Kingdom. The five great sects have made an agreement that whoever has the fate to transform Yan Ming can accept him as a disciple.
."
"Is there such a thing?" Liang Yan asked curiously: "What is a 'spiritual bead'?"
"The spirit bead is the personal magic weapon of the founder of the Qianyuan Holy Palace. Although this treasure was destroyed in a war, its spirituality was not destroyed. Instead, it entered reincarnation and was reincarnated as a human being, becoming the current Yan Ming."
"I see." Liang Yan nodded and said, "Since it is the reincarnation of the magic weapon of the founder of the Qianyuan Holy Palace, why are there five major sects coming to fight for it?"
"Senior is joking." The old beggar shook his head and said, "The identity of the Lingzhu was already a matter of the previous life, so what does it have to do with this life? Yan Ming has the spirituality of the Lingzhu in his body, so he has excellent understanding and aptitude.
He is also top-notch, and the five major sects all wanted to accept him as a disciple, which is why this 'Five Sects Duel Yanming' event came about."
After hearing this, Liang Yan still asked with some confusion: "Even if what you said is true, there are so many masters in Huangjue Palace, why would they send you, a mere monk in the late stage of foundation building, to recruit disciples?"
The old beggar glanced at him and suddenly smiled: "Senior, I'm afraid he has been away for many years, right? It seems that he doesn't know about the catastrophe that happened in Nanchui fifty years ago?"
Liang Yan's heart moved when he heard this, and he used his eyes to signal him to continue.
The old beggar did not give in and continued: "Fifty years ago, the 'Nine Nether Alliance' dormant in Nanchui suddenly launched an attack and attacked the five major sects at the same time."
"The monk war they launched has been planned for a long time. Each sect has their informants. In addition, there are five powerful men in the Tongxuan Realm presiding over the battle. They once suppressed the monks of the five major sects."
"That battle was extremely tragic. Our sect's holy land was filled with blood, and monks from various sects suffered numerous casualties. If not for the help of a mysterious old man riding a donkey backwards in the end, I am afraid that all the five great sects might not have survived."
"But even so, the five great sects are still seriously injured. The supreme elders of each sect in the Tongxuan Realm are all seriously injured and in retreat, and more than half of the leaders of the Golden Core Realm and the disciples of the Juyuan Realm are also dead or injured."
When Liang Yan heard this, he couldn't help but interrupt and asked: "Do you know Yu Xuanji of Yungang Sect? He didn't fall in that monk war, right?"
"You mean the peak master of Guanyu Peak?"
The old beggar thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "As far as I know, among the eight peaks of Yungang, only the three peak masters of Tiance Peak, Chaoxia Peak and Guanyu Peak have survived. As for the peak masters of the other peaks,
, all perished in that war."
Hearing that Yu Xuanji was still alive, Liang Yan's tense mind finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The old beggar saw his strange expression and didn't know what this man was thinking, so he could only continue:
"The vitality of the five great sects was seriously injured. More than half of the elders of the Golden Core Realm and the disciples of the Juyuan Realm were killed or injured. It has been difficult to recover their vitality after so many years. In order not to hurt the harmony of the five sects in this fight for the reincarnation of the spirit beads, we agreed that only
Being able to send disciples in the foundation-building stage to accept disciples depends on which family has this fate and can persuade Yan Ming to become his disciple willingly."
"I see!"
Liang Yan chuckled and said, "No wonder you were playing tricks in the Yan Mansion just now. It turned out that you wanted to catch a good apprentice!"
After hearing this, the old beggar couldn't help but blush, and said with a smile: "Yan Ming, this brat, has a stubborn mind. He just refuses to believe in the theory of cultivation. He only reads a few books of sages every day. And our five sects have an agreement.
, you can’t use too drastic measures, and out of desperation, the old man had no choice but to take this approach.”
"Have people from the other four sects tried it too?" Liang Yan asked curiously.
"I tried, but none of them were any better than me. They were either kicked out by this brat or scolded to death." The old beggar said with some annoyance.
Liang Yan was a little amused and said, "Since none of you have the fate to persuade him, it seems that no one can get this apprentice."
"That's not necessarily the case! The five of us have already agreed that if he is still stubborn after seven days, he will be taken away by force. As for which faction he belongs to, the five of us will fight at Tanxi Lake outside Kyoto.
Decide."
After hearing this, Liang Yan secretly thought in his heart: "I don't know which disciple of our Yungang Sect is here? Since the five great sects have agreed that only the disciples of the foundation-building period will compete, I can't get involved.
.But it doesn’t hurt to go and have a look after seven days. If they bully the minority by bullying, then I won’t be able to provide ‘justice’.”
Naturally, he couldn't tell the old beggar what he was thinking, so he just smiled and said, "Thank you for letting me know."
The old beggar chuckled and was about to say something more casual, when he saw the young man in gray clothes in front of him turn around and disappear in front of him the next moment.
Looking at the empty alley, the old beggar felt a little scared and thought to himself: "This man's magical power is unfathomable. I'm afraid he has reached the level of the master. There are only a few disciples of the Yungang Sect with surnames. I have the impression that
Why don’t any of them match this person?”
Liang Yan naturally ignored what the old beggar was thinking. At this moment, the man had appeared several miles away.
In fact, the purpose of his visit to Beijing this time was to subdue the demon. The most important thing was to see his old friend.
The Imperial City of Kyoto is at the center of the entire city. With Liang Yan's current level of cultivation, he would not alarm anyone at all. He had already entered the interior of the Imperial City in just half a cup of tea.
When he first entered the palace, he was still a patrol envoy of the Yungang Sect. Now that he returns to his old place, he has a different feeling.
"If I remember correctly, the study room where Wanrou usually handles memorials should be at this location."
Liang Yan followed the direction in his memory and soon came to a vermilion attic.
However, to his surprise, the attic looked like it had been dusty for a long time, and even the eaves had accumulated some dust.
Liang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague feeling of bad premonition.
He quickly walked into the courtyard of the attic, looked up, and saw that the plaque that should have read "Imperial Study Room" had been replaced by "Xianhuang Hall"!
The three words "Xianhuang Palace" were like a thunderbolt, making him stunned for a moment.
"No, it won't happen. I left the elixir at the beginning. Not only can it prolong life, but it can at least make you a hundred years old without any disease. Why?"
Liang Yan murmured to himself while reaching out and pushing open the dusty wooden door.
squeak
As the wooden door slowly opened, I saw a figure sitting in the center of the study, wearing a goose-yellow dress, elegant and refined.
While stroking the long harp, she looked intently at the people outside the house. "She" maintained this posture, as if she was waiting for the reunion through time.
There was a moment of trance in Liang Yan's mind, as if he saw the gentle and graceful girl from the past, smiling brightly and playing the piano for himself.
However, all this is just a dream.
Sitting in front of the desk is a statue.
The woman depicted in the statue is still in her prime, wearing the same clothes as when Liang Yan first met in the capital, as if she wanted to turn that moment of that year into eternity.
"She" had a smile on her lips, as if she knew that one day the person she longed for would come back here, so "her" eyes were always looking at the door so that she could see him immediately.
Although he had heard about "the late emperor" from others in the Kuchan Temple before, Liang Yan still had a trace of luck in his heart. He didn't even ask those people, he just wanted to verify it with his own eyes.
Now that he saw the portrait of Yi Ren here, he completely gave up his heart.
Liu Wanrou is his only flesh and blood relative in this world. Although he has no male-female love for this woman, he has a family affection that is thicker than water.
Ever since he knew his life experience, this trace of blood has been almost the only thought he has in the world, and with Liu Wanrou's death, this trace of thought no longer exists.
Liang Yan suddenly felt a little desolate. He slowly sat down in front of Liu Wanrou's statue, recalling bits and pieces of the past in his mind.
The two of them didn't get along for long, each time they met was only for a brief moment, but knowing each other doesn't have to last forever.
Ever since the tacit cooperation in a teahouse when he was a child, this gentle and graceful woman had left a deep impression on him.
Later, during the incident at the Imperial Palace in Kyoto, this woman was even more calm in the face of danger and braved the danger. Her temperament, soft on the outside but strong on the inside, was like a sword that would break but never yield.
"I came back late."
Liang Yan sat in front of the statue and sighed softly.
Although he left behind many pills, Liu Wanrou did not have spiritual roots after all, and was just a mortal. Moreover, her physique was too weak, and in the end she could not withstand the disaster of life and death.
There are too many uncertain things in this world. Mortal bodies will eventually have to face life and death. Even he, a cultivator who is already halfway through, may die one day.
Liang Yan was filled with emotions. Looking at the statue of the woman in front of him, he fell into a deep silence for a while.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a young girl wearing a rich dress came outside the attic.
This girl had two ponytails and her big, smart eyes kept looking around, as if she had a guilty conscience.
She did not enter through the main entrance of the compound, but climbed in through the wall at the back. After checking around again, she quietly opened the wooden door.
The moment the wooden door opened, a hint of excitement flashed across her face, but the next moment, she froze on the spot.
Because in front of the statue of the late emperor, there was actually a man in gray sitting on the ground!
"Who are you?!"
The girl in brocade clothes couldn't help but shouted in a low voice. Although she could only see his back, the other person still felt a bit familiar to her.
She opened her mouth to ask, but the man in gray clothes looked like a clay sculpture, his back to her, and he ignored her.
"Hey, I'm asking you! Why don't you speak?"
A flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the girl in brocade clothes, and then shouted: "Don't you know where this place is? How dare you enter the Palace of the First Emperor?"
The answer to her was still only a back view and a long silence.
"You're not a fool, are you?"
A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the girl in brocade clothes. She raised her steps and walked forward tiptoe.
Ten steps, five steps, three steps.
The man in gray clothes in front of her was getting closer and closer to her, and when she took the last step, she could finally see half of his face.
The girl was not unfamiliar with this face because she had seen it just half a day ago.
"It's you!"
The girl in brocade couldn't help but scream in surprise. The next moment, she no longer cared about the fact that she had sneaked in here secretly, and shouted at the top of her voice:
"There is! Assassin!"
Thanks to: The Red World Passer-by for the reward!
