From Xiaoao to travel around the world

Chapter 210 Qixia Ridge

After walking along the small path in the sea of ​​flowers, a dozen or so figures suddenly appeared in the sky ahead.

Yang Qing took a closer look and found that these people were either stepping on flying swords or auspicious clouds and other flying magic weapons, and their speed was many times faster than Wang Mian Yukong's.

As soon as these people arrived in the flower field, they landed on the left and right roads one after another, each transformed into a magic weapon, picked up the disciples and flew into the distant mountains.

Seeing this, Zhang Siyuan enviously said: "Brother Wang, is there no one here to pick us up?"

Perhaps because of being poked into the weak spot, Wang Mian sighed for a while and said, "The Royal Talisman Sect is not far away, just walk there."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the disappointment of several people and quickened his pace to move forward.

When he was far away, Zhang Siyuan, who rarely had a chance to speak along the way, approached Yang Qing: "Senior brother Yang, why are we like motherless children, and no seniors to pick us up?"

Yang Qing smiled and said: "We are here to learn art, as long as we teach you the real skills, what do you care about those? You have come all the way through hardships, so you still can't ignore this little thing?"

Hearing the words, Zhang Siyuan solemnly cupped his hands and said, "Senior brother taught me that I am too vain."

"Haha, there's no need to do this." Yang Qing patted him on the shoulder: "They are all disciples of the same generation, and they haven't formally started yet. Take it easy."

The other three people also stepped forward to talk to them at this time, and after exchanging names, they talked about the rapid journey all the way, and they couldn't help complaining that they didn't even have time to communicate.

Yang Qing smiled perfunctorily and didn't talk deeply.

However, from the conversations of several people, he also knew that this group of new disciples came from all over the world, and they were all different.

They all met on the prescribed road, no wonder no one doubted me when I joined the team halfway.

He walked around looking around, and not long after, another man and a woman flew in front of him.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

Yang Qing heard the beautiful woman shouting from a long distance away, and didn't care about the eyes of others who hadn't left.

Wang Mian also showed a friendly smile when he saw the two, but when the two fell in front of him, he reminded with a straight face: "Junior Sister Xuewei, pay attention to your actions."

"Where are there so many rules in front of my own house?" The girl named Xuewei laughed and said indifferently: "Brother, let me see, is this the new disciple of the Yufu Sect?"

As if feeling quite helpless towards this junior sister, Wang Mian shook his head and stopped talking, turned around and introduced Yang Qing and the others: "These two are junior sister Zhang Xuewei and junior brother Li Gan.

It is also your future senior sister and senior brother, come and meet first. "

The two were dressed in white, tall and tall, and they were both rare and handsome figures.

Li Gan's eyebrows are like swords, his nose is straight and his mouth is wide, and his skin is fair and delicate, which is not inferior to women.

But his breath is deep and deep, his eyes are bright and bright, not only does he not have a trace of femininity, but he reveals indescribable strength and bravery, which makes Yang Qing think of that reckless Pei Xingyan.

Zhang Xuewei's skin is generally fair and translucent.

Her head is full of black silk combed into a fairy bun, and she wears a white jade hairpin.Under the black eyebrows that look like distant mountains, the pupils are like scissors, and the eyelashes are like a fine comb.

Sakura mouth Qiong nose, indescribably delicate and lovely.

The most rare thing is that she has a cheerful personality, which makes people feel close at first sight.

Compared with the two of them, Wang Mian seemed too ordinary.

Zhang Siyuan and the others may have some knowledge, but when they first arrived in the fairyland Taixu Mountain and suddenly saw a fairy-like senior sister, they were inevitably embarrassed.

They all clasped their fists in salute, and then lowered their heads with flushed faces.

Seeing their unease, Zhang Xuewei couldn't help covering her mouth with a coquettish smile, and then she turned her eyes to see Yang Qing's calm expression, and she just smiled and nodded to herself.

He was already tall and tall, and his appearance was first-class.

At this time, standing among the few people is standing out from the crowd, and it looks more and more different from ordinary people.

"Hey!" Zhang Xuewei pointedly pointed her face forward and said, "I said, why don't you call me Senior Sister? Are there any rules?"

Her voice was clear and sweet, and there was an unconcealable smile in her eyes.

Seeing her appearance, Yang Qing also knew that she was a young man with no malice.

So he didn't hold it up, and teased: "Whether I have rules or not, what does it matter to you?"

"Hey~" Zhang Xuewei said angrily and amusedly, "You are new here, didn't you hear that Senior Brother Wang Mian asked you to greet me?"

"What's the matter with him?"

"You bastard..." Zhang Xuewei raised her eyebrows, "You are so rebellious, how can the elders in the sect tolerate you?"

Yang Qing laughed and said, "What's none of my business?"

"you……"

Zhang Xuewei was slightly embarrassed by what he said, and was about to retort when she heard someone behind her shout loudly: "What's none of my business? What's none of my business..."

The voice was high-pitched and clear, with an indescribable irony.

Yang Qing looked up, but it was a colorful feathered parrot with a bright coat and a body length of three feet.

"You little bastard, are you angry with me?"

"What's the matter with me?"

The huge parrot hovered above the heads of several people, repeating what Yang Qing said just now, making Zhang Xuewei's pretty face flush with anger, grabbed a flower beside her and threw it over.

The parrot seemed to have gotten used to her movements long ago, stretched out its paws to catch it, then gnawed off the petals and stamens in two or three bites, dropped the flower branch and began to repeat loudly.

"It's all your fault!"

Zhang Xuewei glared at Yang Qing, Zhang Siyuan and the others were swayed by her charming appearance, while Yang Qing raised her hand and stroked her eyebrows, laughing more and more wantonly.

"Stop making trouble." Seeing this, Wang Mian quickly interrupted: "Junior Sister Xuewei, this Junior Brother Yang Qing can be regarded as our lifesaver."

Li Gan, who had been watching quietly, raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, first glanced at Yang Qing, and then said coldly: "Where is the devil dare to come to make trouble?"

Zhang Xuewei also realized at this time: "Where is Senior Brother Wen? Why didn't you come back together?"

"It's a long story, let's go back to the door and meet the sect master and master before we talk about it." Explaining a sentence, Wang Mian asked again: "Have the other brothers and sisters ever returned?"

"It's early, Brother Wang, you are the last one to come back."

Wang Mian then asked, "How many people did you bring back?"

Zhang Xuewei and Li Gan looked at each other, but couldn't stop laughing.

"Eleven people, plus a few of them, a total of 11 people."

"Sixteen..." Wang Mian nodded and said, "That's not a lot."

The Yufuzong had a total of 49 apprentices this time, and Yang Qing reckoned that if the other teams also had their own experience, it would indeed not be a small number.

"Let's go. Newcomers only get started once every 50 years. After all, it's a happy event. Don't let Master and the others wait in a hurry."

After speaking, Wang Mian still took the lead and Li Gan followed closely.

Zhang Xuewei rolled her lips and gave Yang Qing a white look, and followed her.

The parrot hovered in the sky for a while, then bent down and passed the flowers in front of Yang Qing, and opened its mouth to take away an unopened flower bud.

Its wide wings whipped up the strong wind, and it rolled up fluffy petals and dandelions between the two groups of people, and was lifted up to the sky by the breeze in an instant.

"Let's go."

Pulling Zhang Siyuan who was still standing there, Yang Qing took the lead to walk forward...

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Passing through the long and vast sea of ​​flowers, and crossing two hills, a section of foothills with undulating and gentle terrain appeared in front of everyone.

There are lush bamboo forests at the foot of the mountain, red maples and pink peaches on the mountain, and clusters of white Sophora japonica flowers can be seen everywhere.

At the foot of the mountain, the mossy and wide stone steps meander along the mountain into unknown places, like the stairs leading to the painting.

The melodious flute sound that I heard before is now coming from the mountain, and the sound is in my ears.

This mountain range may not be as good as the majestic peaks farther away, but its delicacy is not inferior at all.

"This place is called Qixia Ridge, and it's where the gate of the Yufu Sect is located. Let's go up."

Under the leadership of Wang Mian, everyone climbed up the stairs.

All the way through two low hills, the stone steps in front of you turn straight up.

At the top, you can see a large fish pond surrounded by trees on the left and right.

There is a gravel path in the middle, and at the end is a large screen wall.

The walls are densely covered with lines, faintly converging into a complicated talisman.

After bypassing Zhaobi along the road, a flat square of more than twenty feet in length and width appears in front of you.

The ground is covered with blue-gray slabs of different shapes, the surface is smooth and flat, and it took many years to step on it like this.

A mountain rock in the west stretches obliquely to the outside of the cliff and is covered by rows of old locust trees around the square, as if suspended in midair.

On the opposite side of the square, a three-story building was built three feet above the ground, with steep eaves and steep eaves, and a wide door opening below, and four disciples stood in front of the door.

The inscription "Yunlu Hall" is written on the door plaque.

The sound of the flute, which had been heard endlessly before, came from the palace.

When a group of people walked to the door, Wang Mian raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, and just as he was about to go forward with Zhang Xuewei and Li Gan to report, the sound of the flute inside the door suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qing felt the breeze blowing on his face, and there was an extra person in front of him out of thin air.

This man was dressed in blue and white Taoist robes, about sixty years old, of medium build, with white eyebrows and beard.

The shoulders are slightly hunched, but the spirit is hale and hearty, with a pair of eyes that see through to the bottom, and there is no wave.

"came back."

He smiled and glanced at everyone, Wang Mian immediately led people to kneel down and said: "Disciple Wang Mian, see the head master."

Zhang Xuewei and Li Gan bowed together, Zhang Siyuan and others also knelt on the ground.

Looking at the old man's appearance, Yang Qing didn't know how old he was, maybe he was older than his own lifetimes combined, so he pretended to bow down and bowed down.

"Get up." The old man waved his hand indifferently, looked at Wang Mian and said with a smile: "I brought back five, not bad. Among the few roads, you brought back the most disciples."

As he spoke, he turned to the people behind him, and his gaze was fixed on the seven-star banner on Yang Qing's body for a moment longer, and he said, "The old man's Taoist name is Qingyuan, what do you guys call it?"

As if they didn't expect the head of this faction to be so friendly, Zhang Siyuan and others were quite flattered, and hurriedly reported their names.

After Yang Qing finished speaking, Qingyuan asked with great interest: "I see that you have a good appearance and a solid foundation in your body. I don't know where you are from a noble family?"

"The younger generation has no family and no sect, and is just a random person in the world. As for this banner..." Yang Qing cupped his fists to explain, and then looked at Wang Mian.

Wang Mian immediately took a step forward and replied: "Master Patriarch, there is something more to this matter, disciple..."

"Mianer!"

Before he finished speaking, a tall middle-aged man with a bearded face suddenly came to the end of the square behind him.

"Master."

When Wang Mian saw the visitor, Zhang Xuewei and Li Gan turned around to meet him, and Yang Qing also knew the identity of the visitor from the address.

"Are these disciples you brought back? Yes, very good, they are all good boys."

Yang Qing's heart twisted when he heard these words, he didn't expect that this seemingly vicious Taoist spoke in a soft voice, which was similar to Qingyuan's.

"Liao Zheng."

Qingyuan nodded with a smile, and the middle-aged Taoist known as Liao Zheng immediately stepped forward to pay his respects.

After seeing Li, Qingyuan cast his eyes on Wang Mian again: "Go on, what happened on the road?"

Liao Zheng suddenly said: "By the way, where is Xiao Jiu?"

Wang Mian's expression turned pale: "Master Patriarch, Master, why don't we talk in another place."

Qingyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "There is nothing you can't tell others, you can tell."

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　There is one more chapter to be added tomorrow...

　　
　
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