After chatting briefly for a while, Feng Yi spoke to a few people and walked out of the inn towards Maoshan.
The scenery of Maoshan has not changed much. It is still as green and picturesque, showing a unique taste of paradise.
It's just that there was no obstruction in the Maoshan Sect, and you can clearly see the climbing steps.
Nowadays, the bottom of Maoshan is surrounded by wires and thorns, so densely packed that ordinary people cannot enter.
Perhaps it was because the mountain had been closed for too long, and because the world had just become peaceful, there were not many tourists passing by here, and there was a sense of silence and desolation.
Feng Yi looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Maoshan, thinking a lot, and slowly walked to the steps.
There were two disciples in white Taoist robes standing at the steps. They both looked to be under twenty years old. Seeing that Feng Yi wanted to go up the mountain, he took the initiative and said: "This good man, the Maoshan sect has closed the mountain and is not open to the public. Can you please
understanding."
It's quite polite.
Feng Yi smiled kindly, cupped his hands and said: "Two young masters, I am also a disciple of Maoshan. I have not returned for many years, and now I want to come back and have a look."
The two of them looked surprised, looked Feng Yi up and down and said: "This fellow Taoist, most of the disciples of the Maoshan sect have returned to the mountain more than 20 years ago. Although there are still a few outstanding disciples who have set up dojos outside,
But the head master's order has allowed them to develop independently and there is no need to come back.
I wonder what your master’s title is and which generation of disciple he is?”
"My master's surname is Lin. He is the ninth among the brothers. He is a disciple of Taoist Master Xuanji. Have you heard about it?"
Feng asked straightforwardly.
"Are you Master Lin's apprentice? He Tao (He Shen) has met Master Lin."
The faces of the two little Taoist priests changed slightly, and they saluted Feng Yi at the same time.
Has the master also become a master?
Feng Yi sighed inwardly, raised his hands and asked: "I wonder which senior brother these two nephews are disciples of?"
The three of them were talking when someone inside suddenly asked: "He Tao He Shen, who are you talking to?"
"Senior brother, this person claims to be a disciple of Master Lin Jiu."
He Tao said respectfully.
"oh?"
The people inside were a little confused, so they unlocked the door from inside and walked out.
This group of people are all dressed the same as He Tao and He Shen, but the difference is that the leader is carrying a bamboo sword on his back.
Seeing this bamboo sword, Feng Yi thought of an acquaintance, Qingzhu, the first disciple of the Qing generation. He was a martial arts fanatic, and the green bamboo sword in his hand was even more magical.
If it weren't for Feng Yi's sudden rise, Qingzhu would have been the most outstanding disciple of their generation.
I don’t know how the senior brothers from the Qing generation are doing...
"Are you a disciple of Master Lin?"
The leader looked at him with some suspicion and said: "Although I was young back then, I had met the two uncles led by Master Lin, but I had never met you.
Master Lin was injured in the battle, and he didn't have the energy to recruit disciples, but I don't know when you became a disciple."
Uncle Jiu is injured?!
Feng Yi's expression changed drastically and he quickly asked: "How is my master injured?"
The leader heard this and sneered: "My friend, you keep saying that you are Master Lin's apprentice, but you don't know about Master Lin's injury?
I think you are only 22 or 23 years old. If you became Master Lin's disciple after he was injured, don't you think your words are too contradictory?"
Having said this, he paused, looked at He Tao He Shen with a sullen face and said: "It only took a few words to deceive his details, but you called him uncle. It's really too careless. After the watch is over, go back and be punished."
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He Tao and He Shen's expressions did not change, and they all raised their hands and said: "Elder brother is teaching me that I will receive my punishment when I get back."
Well, because of this face, he was suspected again, and his two junior nephews were also punished. Feng Yi felt helpless and wanted to explain something, but it seemed difficult to explain. Maybe this senior brother would think
He talks nonsense.
They are all disciples of the same sect, and he is not able to convince others with his "virtue", so he is really in a bit of a dilemma.
"My friend, the lie has been exposed, but our Maoshan sect has always been kind to others. If you retreat now, we will not hold you accountable."
After the senior brother scolded the two junior brothers, he looked at Feng Yi calmly and said.
Feng Yi looked at the bamboo sword behind him and had an idea in his mind, and said: "There is some misunderstanding here. I can't explain it at the moment. Let's do it this way. I see that you are carrying a bamboo sword and you should be the apprentice of Senior Brother Qingzhu. How about
You ask him to come out, and you will know when the time comes."
After hearing his words, the elder brother's face instantly turned ugly. The other disciples also looked at him with unkind eyes. Feng Yi felt a thump in his heart. Could it be...
"My master was seriously injured in the war that year. He barely managed to hold on for a few years but still passed away. Now you are making arrogant words and asking us to invite our master out. Are you making fun of our master, or are you cursing us people to die early?"
?”
The senior brother said angrily.
Qingzhu is no longer here?
Feng Yi felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and felt helpless when faced with this senior brother's question. He couldn't help but said: "Senior nephew, you don't know something. I have been staying in an isolated place for these years, and I don't know the news from the outside world."
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Including the news of the deaths of Master Xuanzhen and Master Laotian, I was told by others. As for the news of my master's injury, I just learned about it from you.
There is some misunderstanding here, please let me meet the headmaster of our Maoshan Sect and the truth will become clear."
"shut up!"
The senior brother pulled out the bamboo sword on his back with a loud sound, pointed it at Feng Yi and shouted: "I have revealed your identity, and I don't want to make you look bad. I pointed out a way out for you. Not only do you not appreciate it, you also take advantage of us and talk nonsense."
You are talking nonsense, you really think that my Maoshan sect is easy to bully!"
"I am indeed a disciple of Maoshan, and my master is indeed Lin Jiu. Since you are the disciple of Senior Brother Qingzhu, you must have heard of my name. My surname is Feng, and it is a single word..."
"Are you Feng Yi?"
The senior brother hesitated and asked.
"Yes, I am Feng Yi."
Feng Yi nodded without hesitation and said.
"hehe!"
The senior brother said with sarcasm on his face: "Who are you pretending to be? How dare you pretend to be Senior Uncle Feng.
Uncle Feng Yi is a rare talent that our Maoshan sect has not encountered for thousands of years. His cultivation level was unrivaled at that time.
It's a pity that he had bad luck and died young, so we never had the chance to meet him.
However, if Uncle Feng Yi was still alive, he would be close to fifty years old now!
But you, who looks a few years younger than me, dare to pretend to be him. I think you are deliberately causing trouble!
I'm warning you, it's not too late to leave now, if you still talk nonsense, don't blame us for being rude to you!"
Did I die young?
Feng Yi was shocked at first, but then he understood that when Uncle Jiu brought Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai back to the mountain, he did not show up. Maybe he explained it clearly at the time, but more than twenty years later, there was no news about him.
