After walking for another day, a few people arrived at Leigu Mountain.
Going up the mountain road, Jingzhou and the others got out of the car until the mountain road became impassable.
Jingzhou looked forward and said with a smile: "There is no trace of his coming, and there is no trace of his departure. Master nephew, you will see Wu Yazi, the leader of my Xiaoyao Sect in a moment."
"Is grandpa's name Wuyazi?" Wang Yuyan muttered in a low voice, but she was quite looking forward to it.
Jingzhou gave a few instructions to Yue Laosan and Zhumei Lanju, and then headed up with Wang Yuyan.
After walking for a while, I saw Wang Yuyan panting heavily, and the black hair on her forehead was even more wet.
"Nephew, why don't we find a faster way and walk up like this? I'm afraid we won't be able to get there even if it gets dark."
Wang Yuyan's face turned red. She had no time to spare and she was dripping with sweat after walking for a while, let alone this mountain road.
"Forget it, my uncle will help you decide."
At Wang Yuyan's exclamation, Jingzhou picked her up and walked straight up with his sleeves fluttering.
Although there was an extra person in his arms, it did not affect Jingzhou's speed at all. He did not move, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the wind, free and easy.
After changing their way of traveling, the two of them went up the mountain at a much different speed than before.
Wang Yuyan felt that green bamboos and green pines were constantly retreating in front of her eyes, and within a moment, she had already climbed hundreds of meters.
Feeling the broad chest, Wang Yuyan lowered her head shyly. When she raised her head again, Jingzhou had stopped and put her on the ground.
This is an open area with a stream next to it. There is a pavilion next to the stream. The sound of flowing water is gurgling. The surrounding area is filled with bamboos. It is extremely elegant. It is obvious that this place has been tidied up by someone.
The two men in linen clothes beside the pavilion looked at Jing Zhou and the two of them warily, making "woo woo" signs with their hands and saying "woo woo" incessantly.
"Master nephew, it's time to come to your senses~"
Wang Yuyan was stunned for a long time before she realized what was happening. Seeing Jing Zhou looking at her with a half-smile, her cheeks were dizzy, she pinched her hands together, but lowered her head.
Seeing her shyness, Jingzhou stopped teasing Wang Yuyan and said to the two men in sackcloth beside the pavilion: "Please go and tell the owner of this place that an old friend is visiting."
The two men looked at each other, and the one on the left turned and walked back.
"This Leigu Mountain is your grandfather's hiding place. It's just that he hid in the wild and in the city. He hid here not because he wanted to, but because he was forced by others."
While the man went to report, Jing Zhou sighed and started talking about Wu Yazi's past.
He spoke vividly and vividly, which attracted Wang Yuyan's thoughts. She never imagined that her grandfather and grandmother had such a past.
It wasn't until about half the time for the incense stick that the man came back that the story stopped.
"Let's go, let's go meet the owner of this place."
Jingzhou followed the man in sackcloth and Wang Yuyan along the path towards the back of the pavilion.
The further we go, the quieter it becomes, and a few people enter a valley.
After walking for a while, we saw a few straw huts in front of us. Next to the huts was a big tree, with a big stone placed under the tree.
Sitting next to the stone was a short, skinny old man, looking at a plate of chess pieces on the big stone.
"Is this grandpa?"
As soon as Wang Yuyan spoke, she attracted the eyes of the withered old man.
"You...you...are..."
Seeing Wang Yuyan, Su Xinghe looked shocked at first, and then became ecstatic. He didn't even care about the chess game on the stone, and came to Wang Yuyan with a trembling body, his mouth wide open, and before he finished speaking, his old face was full of joy
There were two lines of tears left on the bed.
Jingzhou said: "Yes, she is my uncle's granddaughter."
After a long while, Su Xinghe suppressed the shock in his heart and said to Jing Zhou: "Who are you? Are you also a disciple of my sect?"
Wang Yuyan's face resembled Li Qiushui's, which made Su Xinghe lower his guard.
In addition to being the descendant of the master, how could the woman in front of me look so similar to the master’s wife!
Only then did he notice Jing Zhou, and felt that this young man had an indescribable coolness, and his appearance was extremely handsome, as if the purpose of the Xiaoyao Sect was fully reflected in this young man.
Jingzhou waved his palm casually and said with a smile: "Yes, I am from the Tianshan Tonglao family of Lingjiu Palace. In terms of seniority, I should call you senior brother."
"This...this is my uncle's unique skill, Tianshan Six Yang Palm."
Su Xinghe had heard Wu Yazi talk about this skill of yang generating yin and transforming yin and yang many years ago. Now when he saw Jingzhou using it, even though it was just a move, he recognized it.
"Junior brother, wait a moment, I will go in and tell the master!"
Today can be regarded as Su Xinghe's happiest day in the past few decades.
His mind wandered, and he didn't expect to see not only the descendants of his master, but also this junior disciple who was a master of kung fu.
Not just anyone can practice Tianshan Six Yang Palm. Without deep inner strength, not only will it be impossible to practice it, but it will also cost you your life. In this case, isn't it possible to avenge the master?
No matter how high Ding Chunqiu's martial arts skills are, how can he defeat him and his junior brother together?
It didn't take a moment for Su Xinghe to go in, then he turned back and said with a happy face: "Girl and junior brother, please go in quickly."
"Thank you, senior brother. Come on, nephew, let's go in and see the master uncle."
Jingzhou walked forward with Wang Yuyan and opened the wooden door. Inside was a large, empty house.
"Good boy, come in quickly."
As soon as the two entered the door, there was an urgent call.
Jing Zhou thought to himself, "Wu Yazi has not seen anyone for decades. Now that he knows that his descendants are coming to visit him, I am afraid that he will be even more excited than the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber."
Jing Zhou took Wang Yuyan through two doors and entered another big house, where he saw an old man with a crown of jade sitting in the air.
"Grandpa...Grandpa?"
Wang Yuyan grabbed Jing Zhou's arm, but she was very scared in her heart, not knowing whether the old man sitting in the sky in front of her was a human or a ghost.
"Haha, don't be afraid, my nephew. My uncle is just hanging on a rope."
Wu Yazi looked excited and said, "It looks like her!"
"Good boy, come here quickly and let me have a look."
Wang Yuyan held on to Jingzhou's arm and hesitated.
Jingzhou patted Wang Yuyan's catkins and comforted him: "Go, he is your grandpa, there is nothing to be afraid of."
When Wang Yuyan heard Jing Zhou's words, her heart relaxed, and her nervousness and fear gradually dissipated.
She slowly stepped forward and took a few steps before she saw the old man in front of her clearly.
This old man has an extraordinary bearing. Although he is quite young, there is not a single wrinkle on his face.
Wu Yazi stared at Wang Yuyan closely for a long time, then sighed and said, "Good boy, what's your name?"
"My name is Wang Yuyan."
"Yu Yan, Xiaoyu Yanran, that's a good name."
"Is your mother okay?"
"My mother is living a good life, but she is a little harsh on the people around her."
"Alas! I have been sorry for you all these years."
Wu Yazi asked one question on the left and the other on the right. Listening to Wang Yuyan's answers, he sighed repeatedly, but after a moment, tears appeared on his face.
After asking a few more questions, Wu Yazi regained his composure and looked at Jing Zhou.
This sight made him greatly admire in his heart: "Senior sister has made a good disciple!"
Wu Yazi was extremely satisfied with his appearance alone.
For their Xiaoyao sect, the first thing they want when they want to be a disciple is someone with a handsome face.
His disciples, whether Su Xinghe or Ding Chunqiu, were both outstanding in appearance, but compared with the young man in front of him, they were far inferior.