The scale is not too big, but the trees are green and there is a small lake inside. Under the continuous rain, it is a bit more interesting.
But now, above this manor, there is a scene of solemn killing, invisible sword intent flowing, making people afraid to approach.
Yu Feng's figure appeared outside the manor at this time.
The two monks guarding the door hurriedly handed over their hands and said, "Senior Brother Yu Feng."
"Well, is the elder here?"
"In the pavilion by the lake."
Yu Feng hurriedly entered the manor without stopping.
The pavilion by the lake is not small, and several people can sit in it to make tea and drink tea, and it does not seem cramped.
He entered the small pavilion with water vapor all over his body, bowed his hands and saluted, "Disciple Yu Feng, I have met the elders and senior Qinglian." .??.
The figure is tall and straight, with a long sword on his back and a wine flask tied to his waist. Just standing here alone, the invisible sword intent seems to tear the sky apart.
It's not a deliberate display, but a kind of sword power.
It naturally condenses into the body, and only those who practice swordsmanship and have advanced and exquisite cultivation can feel it.
Otherwise, I might just feel that the person in front of me is full of aura and awe.
Wang Tong, who took the throne, smiled and raised his hand, "Friend Qinglian, let's see, how are the disciples of my lineage?"
There was quite a bit of pride on his face.
Taoist Qinglian smiled and praised, "My little friend Yu has a self-made sword bone and outstanding grace. His achievements in the future will be limitless."
He was complimenting, and he also felt a little emotional.
The Taishang lineage is worthy of being the leader in swordsmanship in the world today.
Not only is there a "Tai Shang" who suppresses luck, there are also many talented people under his sect, and Yu Feng is one of the most outstanding ones.
"I dare not accept Senior Qinglian's praise." Yu Feng bowed his hands again.
Taoist Qinglian smiled, stood up and said, "I had a great time chatting with Elder Wang today, and I learned a lot from it. I'll go back and think about it first, and I won't bother you again in the future."
After saying that, he turned around and said, "Songzi, let's go."
Yu Songzi followed the Taoist Qinglian out of the pavilion with all due courtesy.
Wang Tongzheng glanced at them, and the two people left, and the smile on their faces faded.
"Go and let people stare at you."
"Yes, elder." Under the pavilion, a person left in a hurry.
Yu Feng frowned, "Elder, Senior Qinglian is an immortal sword in this world. His perception is so sharp. Let's do this..."
"I just let him know on purpose." Wang Tongzheng rubbed his brows, covered up the shadow in his eyes, and said softly, "If I hadn't cared about his status as a swordsman, I would have sent him away long ago."
Next to him, Yi Tai came to the door and said, "That's right. What about the Sword Immortal? Over the years, as the reputation of my line has become more and more powerful, are there still few Sword Immortals who have come to seek refuge? They are all people with ulterior motives... Yu Feng
, you don’t have to be too polite to him, you should show me my superior style."
Yu Feng was silent.
He knew that was indeed the case.
But the feeling that Senior Qinglian gave him was different from that of others... I couldn't explain why, but I just felt that he was unfathomable.
Wang Tongzheng waved his hand, "Okay! After all, he is a swordsman in this world. Don't be too presumptuous. Just let him retreat when he sees difficulties."
After saying that, he looked at Yu Feng, "Have you found anyone?"
Yu Feng stopped thinking about it and raised his hands and said, "I was about to report back to the elder. I was ordered to search Iron Rock Island, but the whereabouts of that person were not found."
Wang Tongzheng frowned, "Old Ancestor Liu Jian has sensed it, this person must have returned... I can't find him, I thought he was aware of it and hid it deliberately... Humph! I don't know what is wrong, you and I are here to save his life,
Now the ancestor of the Feng Clan is about to die, if he doesn’t know how to advance or retreat, he will definitely die!"
At this moment, another disciple from the Taishang came to report, "Elder, Xiao, the protector of the Martial Temple, is here to visit."
Wang Tongzheng nodded and signaled Yu Feng to step aside first, and then said
"please come in."
"Yes, elder."
On the other side, Taoist Qinglian wore a long-sleeved robe with a plain and calm face, walking along the lakeside path.
The lake is not big, and many lotus roots have been planted. Now the lotus flowers are in bloom. Although they are blurry in the heavy rain, they still have a faint fragrance.
Feeling the silence behind him, he smiled slightly and said, "Songzi, are you unhappy?"
Yu Songzi couldn't help but complain, "Ancestor, I think the monks from the same lineage have gone too far. They blatantly sent people to spy on us..."
"Don't look back, so as not to embarrass each other." Taoist Qinglian still looked indifferent, "Actually, this is driving us away. From the perspective of the Taishang lineage, this move is not wrong. After all, we
I don’t have any friendship with them.” .??.??
"Bah! They all have eyes almost on the top of their heads. I feel like they all want to curry favor with them... If they don't want to find Brother Luo, who would want to stay here!" Yu Songzi was indignant.
Upon hearing this, Taoist Qinglian felt a little stir in his eyes.
Today, he made a probing statement, but was distracted by Wang Tongzheng and did not respond.
The other party's behavior was normal, but Taoist Qinglian still had some thoughts in his heart - perhaps, although they were both from the Taishang lineage, Wang Tongzheng and others' attitude towards Junior Brother Luo seemed not to be as originally thought.
This can also explain the indifference under the surface of the other party's enthusiasm...perhaps, there is also a trace of hostility. Wang Tongzheng hid it very well, but he still underestimated him. He could return from the eternal night and was recognized by the empress as a swordsman.
The existence of five.
At this moment, Yu Songzi complained a few words and whispered, "Where is Brother Luo? Will he really come here?"
Taoist Qinglian was about to answer when he suddenly felt something. He looked up and saw someone coming towards the lake from the opposite side.
The one who led the way was a Taishang disciple. When he saw him, he bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings to Senior Qinglian."
"This is?"
"Guests from the Martial Arts Temple will go
Meet the elder."
"Oh, you can just do what you want." Taoist Qinglian smiled, leading Yu Songzi and a few others past.
Xiao Huaian turned around and glanced at the figure in the wide-sleeved robe who was gradually walking away in the rain curtain, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
What a strong swordsman!
That energy lingers around the body and never disperses outside.
Just passing him by the wrong person and taking a quick look made his heart beat faster and he felt extremely frightened and uneasy.
'As expected of the supreme lineage!'
He sighed in his heart, and his expression became more and more respectful.
When he arrived at the small pavilion by the lake, Xiao Huaian stepped inside, bowed and saluted, "Xiao, the protector of the Martial Temple, pays homage to Elder Wang."
Wang Tongzheng's eyes paused for a moment, then he nodded with a smile, "There is no need to be polite to Huai'an. Wang and your second ancestor of the Xiao family have been friends for many years. He has already made it clear to me about your purpose of coming."
Having said this, he paused and said in a more serious tone, "If the situation is under control, I will help you."
Xiao Huaian felt happy and saluted again, "Thank you, Elder Wang. Huai'an is grateful!"
Wang Tongzheng smiled.
Therefore, it is true to make friends, but the Xiao family also paid a heavy price for this.
And he just happened to receive this mission, but he was just following the trend.
Looking at Xiao Huaian again, he lamented in his heart that the once glorious Xiao family was now inevitably facing sunset. If a direct disciple like him could have held his head high even when facing an immortal ten thousand years ago, who would have dared to reveal the slightest bit of it?
dissatisfied?
After a few more pleasantries, Xiao Huaian said goodbye and left. This time he could not see the Qinglian Taoist just now again.
Leave the manor all the way and return to the waiting team at the Temple of Martial Arts.
Among them, a figure in a white dress stood in the wind and rain, looking particularly graceful and charming.
Xiao Huaian's eyes heated up and he smiled, "Fellow Taoist Xia Xue, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long!"