The old soldier said, "Your elders are all near the post house in Xicheng. However, young man, I advise you not to go. You worldly disciples only want to join in the fun, and you don't care about you seniors."
His face?"
When Yu Xian heard this, he immediately realized what the old soldier meant.
The old soldier still said in a whisper, "If such an embarrassing thing happened to our master, even ordinary people would blush for a long time if they were mentioned. What's more, you cultivators have always regarded yourself as noble and noble. Now that it's like this, it's already in your heart.
I am so ashamed and angry. You worldly disciples don't know how to pretend to be deaf and dumb, but go to uncover the scars of your teacher. How can you end up in a bad situation? I see that you are young and ignorant of things, so I kindly give you a few words."
Yu Xian sighed after hearing this, "What uncle said makes sense, but unfortunately, I have a reason to go."
Farewell to the old soldiers.
Yu Xian went straight to the Guanyi Station in Xicheng.
Life in Shu is comfortable. Although it is getting late, the market is becoming more and more lively.
Xicheng, where the post house is located, is even more prosperous.
From a distance, Yu Xian saw two Taoist boys guarding the door with straight faces. Many people nearby pointed and snickered from time to time.
Yu Xian breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he had found the right place.
He pushed aside the crowd and moved forward.
Before they even arrived, the two Taoist boys looked over with vigilance.
Yu Xian quickly gestured to the Taoist robes on his body and said, "These two Taoist friends are also disciples of Heming Mountain."
The two Taoist boys stepped forward angrily and shouted loudly, "There are no disciples like you in Heming Mountain!"
Fortunately, Yu Xian was reminded by the old soldier and was not angry at the moment.
He patiently said to the two Taoist boys, "I am indeed a direct descendant of Heming Mountain, not a secular disciple. You two Taoists, don't think too much."
After hearing what Yu Xian said, the two Taoist boys looked at each other.
There was disbelief in his eyes.
The tall and thin Taoist boy on the left looked at Yu Xian carefully and asked, "I know all the Taoist boys on the mountain. How come I haven't seen someone like you before?"
Yu Xian smiled and said, "I'm new to the mountain this year. I originally just learned a few tricks from the Jijiu Taoist. In time for this year's competition, I was lucky enough to enter the Heming Taoist Palace."
The short and fat Taoist boy on the right heard this and shouted, "Nonsense! The Taoist boys who entered the mountain this year have all been assigned their tasks by my hand. I have never seen you before."
Yu Xian saw that these two people clearly regarded him as a liar.
He is no longer low-key.
"To be honest, I am a direct disciple of Taoist Master Zhitou Dajiu Zhongxuanzi."
The two Taoist boys were shocked when they heard this.
"Uncle of Chongxuanzi Master?!"
Yu Xian was secretly proud, it seemed that he was not young at his seniority.
The tall and thin Taoist boy gave instructions to the short and fat Taoist boy, and then said loudly to Yu Xian, "Don't say this nonsense. I will go and invite the Taoist priest to come over. If you are lying, you'd better leave early and don't worry about it."
error."
Yu Xian was so sure in his heart that he didn't mind at all when he heard this.
Seeing that he could not frighten Yu Xian, the Taoist boy felt a little shaken.
"Wait!"
With that said, he walked into the hotel in a hurry, leaving only the short and fat Taoist boy looking at Yu Xian doubtfully.
After a while, a white-faced and beardless Taoist came out with a serious face, followed by the Taoist boy who had just entered.
While Yu Xian was trying to figure out the identity of the Taoist, the short and fat Taoist boy left behind scolded him, "You are so bold. You don't even know Zheng Jijiu and you dare to pretend to be a disciple of our sect."
The white-faced and beardless Taoist had a gloomy look on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking. After hearing what the short and fat Taoist said, he raised his head and glanced at Yu Xian.
"You said you are a disciple of Uncle Chongxuanzi?"
When Yu Xian heard that this was someone of his own generation, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Taoist, Pindao is the disciple of Taoist Master Zhongxuanzi."
The short and fat Taoist boy scolded again, "What a loud tone, you dare to call yourself brother and sister with Zheng Jijiu."
The Taoist glanced at the short and fat Taoist boy and said calmly, "The bright moon has retreated."
The short, fat Taoist boy quickly shut up and took a step back.
Yu Xian was speechless.
Is this short fat man called Mingyue?
The white-faced and beardless Taoist Zheng looked at Yu Xian and asked, "What's your name?"
Yu Xian quickly answered truthfully.
The Taoist priest frowned slightly after hearing this, and recited it softly several times, then turned around and told the tall and thin Taoist boy, "Qingfeng, go get my roster."
The tall and thin Taoist boy hurriedly fetched a roll of bamboo slips.
This bamboo slip is made of purple bamboo and has a beautiful texture.
Taoist Zheng unfolded the bamboo slip and looked at it carefully, then raised his head and said to Yu Xian, "This purple bamboo slip contains the list of all the disciples of our Heming Taoist Palace since the sect was established. Your name is not on the list."
Yu Xian was startled for a moment, then woke up.
It was during the competition between his disciples that he got the chance to become a disciple of Zhitou Zhijiu and offer sacrifices to Jiu Zhongxuanzi.
However, before the competition was over and he formally became a disciple, Yu Xian was kidnapped by that idiot Guan Hai. It is hard to say how Heming Taoist Palace will handle the subsequent events.
However, Yu Xian had already obtained Chongxuanzi's promise, and he had already introduced Chongxuanzi's Taoism. This was not an inheritance that could be easily destroyed by the rules of the sect.
Yu Xian was still determined in his heart.
Before Yu Xian could explain the matter in detail, Zheng Daoren asked calmly, "Maybe the name recorded in the directory is not your worldly name. Do you have any given name?"
"Give me a name?" Yu Xian was confused.
Mingyue had been paying attention to Yu Xian's reaction, and when she saw this, she couldn't help but said proudly, "I haven't even been given a name, but I dare to say that I am a disciple of Zhitou."
After hearing this, Yu Xian was a little dumbfounded. Could it be that he was given names like Qingfeng and Mingyue from his younger brother?
My majestic Imperial Master of the Han Dynasty...
Yu Xian quickly explained, "I haven't officially become a disciple yet, so I haven't been given a name."
"What?" The man looked ugly.
He rolled up the purple bamboo slips with his robe sleeves and walked away.
Upon seeing this, Yu Xian quickly shouted, "There is some misunderstanding here. Brother Taoist, you can invite my master here. Then everything will be clear."
When Qingfeng and Mingyue saw that Zheng Daoren was angry, they both looked at Yu Xian angrily.
Qingfeng opened his mouth and scolded, "Uncle Shi is a man of honor. He has been in seclusion since he came to Zitong. Even Liu Zhoumu can't see him. How dare I be to disturb him for you?"
Yu Xian was shocked. If he couldn't even see Chong Xuanzi, how could he play happily?
At this moment, Yu Xian seemed to have returned to the gourd of fame and fame, incarnating as Wu Qi again, facing a situation where he had no choice but to surrender.
etc.
Thinking of Wu Qi, Yu Xian narrowed his eyes.
At first, he was unable to join the military strategists, but later he had an idea and sought out the military techniques he learned from the Mohists.
In this current situation, in addition to these Taoist priests, the only person who could bring him into contact with Chong Xuanzi was the forbidden witch.