Returning from the end of the fairy road

Chapter 16 Head Wenzong
Chu Tianming's calm words clearly revealed boundless domineering, but they didn't make anyone feel that there was any violation at all.

His movement of pushing the door was very natural, as if with this push, the door was supposed to be pushed open.

He pushed the door with both hands, and the door naturally opened a crack.

creak...

The door opened slowly, and the light from outside came in, like thunder and lightning tearing through dark clouds.

Chu Tianming was very calm. Opening such a door that no one had been able to open since ancient times was as ordinary to him as eating and drinking.

The old man who was sweeping the floor suddenly stopped moving.He raised his head and looked curiously at the world inside the door, but it was hazy and chaotic.

Xiaoyin and others followed and stepped into the door.

Just when the door was about to close again, Chu Tianming's faint voice sounded.

"By the way, I can just give this to you."

A shadow flew out of the door and landed in front of the old man.

The old man looked over and raised his white eyebrows the next moment.

A handbook.

A female Taoist's handwriting.

……

Outside the main peak, several figures came over, the leader of whom was a middle-aged man wearing a scholar's robe.The middle-aged man came from a distance with a clear cloud under his feet. Within a few breaths, he had already arrived at the main peak.

At the same time, several figures on the side also landed next to him on fire wind, clear water and other different objects.There are men and women among these people. The older ones are nearly a hundred years old, but they are energetic and full of energy.Young, no more than [-] years old, and charming.

When these people saw the middle-aged scholar, they all bowed half-bowed and shouted: "Greetings to the head brother."

"There is no need for you to be polite, peak masters." Head Wen Zong nodded slightly without any intimidation, "Everyone came here after receiving Elder Feng's letter, right?"

The youngest girl in lotus clothes nodded slightly and said, "Except for the few who are in retreat, everyone arrived as quickly as possible."

An old man with white hair said: "Elder Fengjue's cultivation is the "Eight Parts of Hurricane" created by Feng Huang back then. Although his cultivation is still stuck in the late stage of Tuotie Realm, he has actually touched it already. The trajectory of the hurricane. Looking at the elders of our orthodox Wen Sect, their cultivation is not weak at all. I am very curious about who has the means to escape from the hurricane. "

"I'm afraid that the person who came here is not good." Head Wenzong opened and closed his eyes, shot out divine light, and swept the main peak, hoping to find out the uninvited guest.

With a glance, he easily saw the carriage, and immediately found that the carriage was ordinary, then he swept up the stone steps.

While scanning, a shadow suddenly appeared in his sight, shooting towards him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wen Zong's head stared slightly, raised his hand and held it far away, and took the shadow into his hand.

All the peak masters looked around and saw that Master Wenzong was holding a piece of cloth in his hand, and there was a faint fragrance exuding from the cloth.

This scent is light and quiet, condensing but not dissipating. It is obviously due to the owner carrying it around all year round.

This scent...

When they smelled the fragrance, a figure appeared in the minds of all the peak masters.

"It's Senior Ji's handwriting!"

The head of Wenzong and the peak masters were shocked.

When I opened the cloth, it turned out to be the authentic handicraft of a female Taoist, and the content in it was to make Chu Tianming the orthodox elder brother of Wen Zong.After reading this.

Elder Hefa narrowed his eyes and said in deep thought: "Senior Ji is too crazy, isn't he? The head brother asked her to help us point out those little guys before, and asked her if there are any disciples under our sect who can be the chief She didn't say anything about her position at the time, but now she directly throws a chief disciple over to us, how is this unworthy?"

A middle-aged man in red robe spoke, his voice was strong and full of energy. He agreed with the old man with white hair and continued: "If he were selected from among the disciples, then there is nothing wrong with taking up the position of chief, but now he has been demoted for no reason. If a chief disciple comes over... I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public. Now that our Wen Sect is in decline, the orthodox can't produce a disciple who can shoulder the big responsibilities. At this juncture, if another outsider is allowed to serve as the chief senior disciple, I'm afraid there will be many consequences. OK. If something happens again at the side door, it might not end well."

At this time, the woman in lotus clothes said: "Senior Ji has a deep connection with our Wenzong. She will not be ignorant of our current situation. Although this matter is a bit unexpected now, it is not a breakthrough attempt for us."

Head Wenzong pondered for a while, and then said: "No matter what, since it is Senior Ji's arrangement, it will definitely not be detrimental to us. Let's go and meet this mysterious chief senior brother first!"

A large group of people went up the stone steps.

Fortunately, this main peak is sparsely populated and is not open to the public on weekdays. Otherwise, if the disciples saw the rarely seen peak masters gathered together, their eyes would probably pop out.

Everyone climbed up in the direction from which the oracle flew, and soon arrived in front of the Pavilion of Forget-Not.

In front of the pavilion, an old man held a bamboo broom in both hands and was sweeping the floor seriously.

Seeing the old man, the head of Wenzong and the other peak masters looked stern, and they all restrained their postures and bowed respectfully.

The old man seemed not to notice this and continued to sweep the floor.

Head Wenzong and others had long been accustomed to this. After paying their respects, they looked towards the Forget-Not Pavilion.

The door of the pavilion was ajar. It seemed that the people in the pavilion had already known that someone would come, so they did not close it, so as not to embarrass the senior officials of Wenzong and retreat because they could not open the door.

At first, everyone didn't think anything when they saw the pavilion door open, but when they thought about it carefully, they felt a kind of terror.

Because the door of the Forget-Not-Forget Pavilion is opened.

It actually opened?And the person who opened the door was waiting for them inside!

Head Wenzong adjusted his mood and looked at the ajar door with squinted eyes.There seemed to be a picture of clouds rising and clear air turning into the sky in his eyes. The light in his eyes seemed to be able to see through all things, but not the world inside the door.

With his level, he can't even see through a single leaf of the door?The head of Wenzong was sweating, but then he thought about it. The Forget-Not Pavilion might have been built by Lanting, the ancestor of Wenzong, and suddenly felt that it was very normal even if he couldn't see through it.

"Go in, don't embarrass Wenzong by staying here." The old voice sounded slowly.

The old man sweeping the floor said something at some point.

Head Wenzong and others suddenly became ashamed, bowed to the old man again, and then pushed the door open and entered.

There is no special feeling when stepping into the Don't Forget Pavilion, just like stepping into an ordinary pavilion.

The pavilion is very simple and elegant, with a table, two chairs, a few paintings, and an incense burner, that's almost everything.

Inside the Forget-Not-Forget Pavilion, there is no feeling of jewels and jewels. It does not look like a secluded residence of a saint. Stepping into it is like stepping into the pavilion of an ordinary family.

Following the feeling, he leaned over and opened a bead curtain. Head Wenzong raised his head and followed the floor paved with ancient wood to an open-air pavilion.

On the pavilion, there is a table.

There is a small incense burner on the table.

In the clear smoke, I saw a young girl studying ink carefully.

(End of this chapter)