Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 982

Liu Qinghuan almost suspected that she had heard it wrong: "Who do you think the ancestor of Huashen is?"

The young disciple had reverence and pride on his face: "Master Wenshi, our Wenshi Sect has been founded for more than [-] years. From the beginning, the number of disciples was only a few dozen, and now it has hundreds of disciples. It is already a medium-sized It's my sect!"

Liu Qinghuan looked at the little disciple quite speechlessly, unable to speak for a while.

The time in this Yinyang Market is too chaotic. He originally thought that Mo Qianli appeared, and the time here was hundreds of years ago, but now he is told that he has returned to nearly 5 years ago, and he can still see the founder of Kaipai? !

Thinking of this, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

When he first entered the Wenshi School when he was young, when he learned about the history of the school, he knew that the founder of the Kaipai was a great power with a hidden world and a subtle way. Shang Taichu Bowen Wenshi Zhenjun.

Now there is an opportunity to meet this patriarch who opened the sect. Although he is only cultivating as a god at this time, Liu Qinghuan is still looking forward to it.

Moreover, judging from his observations these days, even though the time and space in the Yin Yang Ruins are disordered, most of the things that happened and the people who appeared were real and did not come from his own absurd imagination or illusion.

"Hey, why are you in a daze? As I told you, there is no one named Kong Wu in our Wenshi Sect. If you are fine, you should look elsewhere."

Liu Qinghuan came back to his senses, cupped his hands at the disciple and said: "My little friend, please help me to inform, just say...Qingjian Peak Qingmu is visiting, and I want to have a lecture with Master Wenshi."

"Hey you!" The young disciple said unhappily, "You can see the ancestor if you want, who are you! You sneaked around in front of my school first, and now you want to enter the mountain..."

Liu Qinghuan's face sank, and the majesty of the superior came through, and he shouted: "This is how the sect teaches you to receive visitors? What about your etiquette? As for whether you see or not, you can decide? Hurry up and send a notification!"

The young disciple was so frightened that he involuntarily took out the messenger talisman and woke up after sending it out, but he didn't dare to speak loudly any more, he just muttered: "You, you, why are you teaching me..."

Liu Qinghuan ignored him, thought for a while, and suppressed her cultivation to the stage of transformation.

Not long after, a hole of light appeared not far away, and a Nascent Soul Stage disciple came out. After seeing Liu Qinghuan, he sized him up first, with a shocked expression on his face, and hurried up to salute.

"I didn't know that the great cultivator was coming, and the disciples under the sect lacked etiquette, so I hope the senior will forgive me!"

The young disciple at the side stood there dumbfounded, only now did he realize that there was a Huashen Daxiu in front of him, he couldn't help being excited, and quickly followed suit.

Liu Qinghuan said indifferently: "Get up. I came to your sect's gate occasionally, and learned that Wen Shi's Daoism is profound, and I suddenly became a friend. I came here without an appointment, but it was a bit presumptuous."

Disciple Yuanying raised his head and asked cautiously: "Senior's peak is Qingjian Peak? This junior is a little talented, but he doesn't know where Qingjian Peak is, and he has never heard of yours before..."

He stopped talking in embarrassment, but Liu Qinghuan understood that what the other party meant was to ask about his origin, but he was quite cautious.

"The deity has always been cultivating in the mountains, and rarely walks outside, so the name will naturally not be revealed."

However, Liu Qinghuan looked like an orthodox Taoist cultivator on the outside, and his aura was like a cool breeze. Even if his origin was unknown, it would not arouse any bad suspicion.

"No, no, it's because the younger generation has shallow knowledge and has eyes that don't recognize real people." The Nascent Soul disciple hurriedly said: "Please wait a moment, senior. The old man said that he wants to retreat a few days ago. I don't know if he can leave the closed door now. Let the seniors wait, and the juniors need to ask for instructions."

"It's natural."

Liu Qinghuan herself came from the Wenshi sect, and she knew that the sect was mainly pure and secluded from the world, and rarely received outsiders. She didn't expect to experience the difficulty of entering the mountain gate today, and she couldn't help but feel a little fresh.

After waiting for a while, the Nascent Soul disciple finally got instructions to lead him into the mountain protection formation.

The familiar scenery of Qianshan Mountain is presented in front of your eyes, with strange peaks and rocks, long bridges and waterfalls, Linglu walking gracefully on the rock walls, and the clear and clear cranes echoing in the mountains.

Nostalgia welled up in Liu Qinghuan's eyes, as if in every plant, every tree, every tile, and every temple, he had seen the changes of the past 5 years.

One day, those ordinary rocks will be imprinted with faint Dao patterns, and the carved beams and painted pillars in front of the temple will also be covered with heavy foundations.

Liu Qinghuan stopped suddenly, and a towering giant peak appeared in front of him. He said in surprise, "Immortal Peak! Where are the other eight peaks?"

The Nascent Soul disciple who was leading the way turned around and said, "Ah, what eight peaks?"

Pointing to his feet, he couldn't hide his pride: "There are more than Bafeng in our Wenshi sect."

Liu Qinghuan lowered her head, the eight peaks that should have existed about the same size as the Immortal Peak were now just rolling low mountains.

He began to recall the history of the sect he had memorized when he was young, and vaguely remembered that Bafeng was divided after the number of sects increased. At this time, the Wenshi sect has only been established for more than 1000 years, and there are only a few hundred disciples in the sect.

Fortunately, the Immortal Peak hasn't changed much. Liu Qinghuan silently followed Yuanying disciple to the halfway up the mountain, and saw a Taoist standing in the bamboo pavilion with his back to this side, the gray road on his body was blown by the breeze. Clothes, as if to go with the wind.

Liu Qinghuan recognized this figure in an instant, and the portrait hanging in the main hall of Taiyi Hall overlapped with the portrait at this moment. She couldn't help awe, straightened her clothes, stepped forward and bowed deeply: "Master... Senior!"

The gray daoist robe gently fluttered, and a clear and clear voice with a smile fell from the top of his head: "You can call me Shizu."

Liu Qinghuan looked up in astonishment, but what he saw was a face much younger than he imagined. The other person looked only 24 or [-], with deep and far-sighted eyes, as if he could see through his origin with just one glance.

At the same time, Liu Qinghuan found that just like the two disciples looked at him before, they couldn't see through each other's cultivation level at all, and couldn't help being shocked!

"Master, you..."

Master Wenshi stretched out his hand to help him up, and said with a gentle expression: "You came from outside, this journey must be quite difficult, so let's sit down and rest for a while."

Since entering the Yin Yang Market, all kinds of unexpected things happened one after another, but there was never a moment that surprised Liu Qinghuan like this moment.

His mind was a little confused, and he didn't sort it out until he was sitting in the bamboo pavilion, looking at Wenshi Daoist and said, "Master, do you know that this is the Yinyang Market?"

Master Wen Shi pointed at the table, and the steaming copper pot next to it flew up from the stove, and the rich tea soup flew out and fell into the small celadon cup.

After finishing all this, Master Wen Shi chuckled and said, "I know, I don't know."

Liu Qinghuan was stunned, and saw the other party raised his hand to dip some tea, and his fingertips fell on the table, writing out secret immortal scripts made up of messy dots and lines.

(End of this chapter)