Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 806: Nanming Lineage

Fuqiu Mountain is a well-known place for spiritual practice in the southern part of the northern plains.

Different from the ordinary Xuanmen Taoist sects, the master of Fuqiu Mountain is from the He clan. They were originally unknown, but by chance they rescued a Jindan demon cultivator in the early years.

The Jindan demon cultivator was very honest and simple. He felt that he had received great kindness from the He family and should repay them, so he brought his tribe to make an alliance with the He family, using Fuqiu Mountain as a place of practice, and protected the He family to become the master of the area.

In recent decades, many Taoist sects in Beiyuan have united together, and Fuqiu Mountain is no exception.

And because the Stone Turtle Clan is good at escaping and running fast between mountains, Fuqiu Mountain took the initiative to take on the task of communication between various Taoist sects.

As long as one holds a specific talisman within the range of the formation and passes it on, a spirit turtle from Fuqiu Mountain will come to wait for orders. This is quite novel and convenient, and has been praised by many people.

This talisman was given to Weng Heguang by his master before he went out to travel, considering that his realm was slightly lower.

Whether it was useful in the past or not is another matter, but now he has used it first...

Shigui asked questions as usual, and Weng Heguang did not lose his composure. He bowed and said, "Go to Fushan Changhe."

Hearing this, the stone turtle perked up a little and said, "But Senior Lingyuan has returned to the mountain. Are you two going to attend the ceremony?"

Weng Heguang was a little surprised and asked, "Does fellow Daoist also know about this?"

"Hi!"

The stone turtle blinked its eyes and said proudly, "Master, don't underestimate me. I am here to welcome and see off guests, and also to pass on news for various Taoist sects. There are few things in Beiyuan that I don't know."

After saying this, it paused and gave an example, "Just yesterday at noon, I, the little demon, sent someone to the Fushan Changhe River."

"Oh?"

Weng Heguang became interested and asked, "Are you also going to attend the ceremony? I wonder which sect you belong to?"

The stone turtle smacked its tongue, shook its head, and said with envy:

"He wasn't just there to attend the ceremony. Although he didn't say it, I saw his waist badge and immediately recognized that he was from the Nanming Mountains. There was a sword aura on it, and the word 'Yu' was engraved on it. He must be a disciple of the Immortal Li Che of Fushan Changhe."

"That's Master Li Che, one of the few pure sword cultivators in Beiyuan. Over the past thirty years, he has slain countless demon cultivators, earning a dreadful reputation."

"And most importantly, Senior Lingyuan who returned to the mountain this time is none other than Master Li Che's mentor!"

"Master is already a renowned sword cultivator, and Grandmaster is a legendary figure. Wow, such a background is truly enviable..."

Looking at the stone turtle shaking its head and sighing, Weng Heguang suddenly touched his storage bag.

The waist badge, which also symbolizes Nanming Mountain and has the word "Meng" engraved on it, is lying quietly in it.

"I think it must be Senior Brother Liu Heng..."

He smiled secretly and thought to himself, "Senior Brother Liu left for his travels a few years later than me, but he returned ahead of me. He's still that resolute and decisive person..."

Liu Heng learned from Yu Chengduan. Although they were not brothers, their families had a close relationship and were almost under the same master. In addition, they were of similar age, so they were naturally very good friends.

He was surprised and happy to hear the news about his senior brother suddenly here.

The stone turtle sighed for a moment, then suddenly realized that the person in front of him hadn't come up yet. He collected his thoughts, nodded his head, and said, "Master, please come up. I have the little demon to escort you. We will reach Fushan Changhe in less than a day. I will definitely not let you two be late."

Weng Heguang bowed and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, fellow Taoist."

Although the stone turtle in front of him was doing such trivial things as welcoming and seeing off guests, he was still a second-level fellow cultivator after all, so he had to be well-mannered.

Shigui was not a fool either. Compared to the somewhat arrogant people he had picked up in the past, he was very pleased with Weng Heguang's attitude.

"No, no," it said with a smile, "I've taken note of the Taoist's aura and talisman. If you call me in the future, I'll definitely come and serve you!"

Weng Heguang smiled slightly, picked up Zhu'er with one hand, stepped onto the turtle's back, and sat down on the cushion.

There are flying star Taoist patterns on this cushion. It was specially prepared by the Feixing Taoist Palace for Fuqiu Mountain. It has the effect of concentrating the mind and calming the spirit.

As for why I did this, it was because I believed that if I could do more here, I would have less to do on the front lines against the demon cultivators...

"You two, please sit tight!"

The stone turtle gave a warning, and then all four limbs moved. A yellow light flashed, and it penetrated into the mountains and flew through the mountains like an arrow.

Perhaps because it felt that Weng Heguang had an easy-going personality, the stone turtle was in high spirits throughout the journey, talking incessantly and rambling on and on.

Weng Heguang no longer worried about Shigui's speculations, and handled the situation with ease, chatting and laughing.

The group walked like this in the mountains all night, and soon it was dawn.

The sky turns white and the floating clouds dance like gold.

Zhu'er slowly woke up and rubbed her sleepy eyes. When she saw what was under her, she was shocked and shook Weng Heguang's arm repeatedly, shouting, "Master, master, what a big turtle!"

The stone turtle curled its lips when it heard this, but did not react much.

Weng Heguang smoothed Zhu'er's messy hair and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, Zhu'er. This fellow is also a Taoist who has practiced cultivation. Don't look down on him."

Zhu'er said "oh" and sat down quietly again, but her eyes kept looking at the stone turtle from time to time, obviously she was extremely curious.

Weng Heguang brushed his beard and pondered for a moment, then said, "In just a few hours, we'll reach Fushan Changhe. Zhu'er, your master has a few things to explain to you."

Seeing his serious expression, Zhu'er didn't dare to be distracted anymore and quickly sat down and started to work seriously.

Weng Heguang nodded in satisfaction and spoke slowly, "There are rules for walking in this sect, but since you are still young and not officially accepted, you can be patient for now. Let me first tell you about the affairs of the South Sea."

He raised his hands to the sky and bowed, "Your great master has three disciples. One is Uncle Yu Chengduan, and the other two are Senior Brother Liu Heng and Junior Brother Wen Yuze."

"The second one is my master, Shenzhao Zhenren, who is also your great master, Zhu'er. In our lineage, I am the second in lineage, with Senior Sister Bai Caibai above me and Junior Sister Du Youyi below me. When you arrive at the sect, you will see them all..."

"As for the master's third disciple, his temple is supposed to be in the East China Sea, and I have no chance to meet him. Zhu'er, you just need to know."

He listed them one by one, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, he said in a serious tone, "Oh, there's also the lineage of our great-grandmaster. Great-grandmaster has only one disciple, who is very kind. You'll be able to meet him someday..."

Weng Heguang spent a full quarter of an hour briefly describing some of the personnel at the Nanming Dojo. Finally, he looked at Zhu'er and asked in a gentle voice, "Did you take note?"

Zhu Er frowned and pondered for a moment, then replied seriously: "Disciple has noted it all."

Weng Heguang nodded and asked a few more questions casually. Seeing that Zhu'er's answers were good, he couldn't help but be very satisfied.

He thought to himself, "Although Zhu'er comes from a small mortal town, her talent and intelligence are extraordinary. My master will definitely like her when he sees her..."

The place fell silent for a moment, because Weng Heguang did not hide his master's lineage, so the stone turtle under his seat heard it.

The stone turtle originally thought that Weng Heguang was just a person who came to join in the fun, but he never expected that he was from the same lineage as the "big shot" who was sent yesterday?
When he thought about it dragging the other party to chat about all sorts of nonsense, his face flushed and he felt restrained. He no longer dared to talk as much as he did at the beginning, and just kept his head down and walked forward...

After walking like this for more than half an hour, the sky brightened and the mountain fog dissipated.

Weng Heguang pointed to the long river in the distant Fushan Mountain and said, "Zhu'er, look, that's where our mountain gate is."

Solitary peaks and islands towered to the very top of the heavens, while the immutable river of the heavens stretched like a vast jade belt, stretching from Nanming Mountain to encompass the entire mountain gate. Zhu'er couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at the magnificent spectacle.

At this time, Weng Heguang smiled, turned around, and said to the stone turtle: "The mountain gate is approaching, and I would like to thank you for seeing me off all the way."

The stone turtle shook its head like a rattle and said repeatedly, "No, no, this is what the little demon should do."

Weng Heguang said goodbye with a smile, then spread out his sleeves. A ball of green light rose from his feet, lifting himself and his disciples up, flying straight into the air and rushing towards the mountain gate.

Although we could see the shadow of the mountain, the journey was not short. We flew for half an hour before we arrived at the place where the guest was.

"I once heard my master say that when our great master first came to visit the mountain gate, he also took this route to know the guests."

Weng Heguang pondered for a moment and couldn't help but smile inwardly: "Come to think of it, my master's realm at that time was exactly the same as mine now..."

While he was thinking, he walked with his disciples.

The place where the guests are received is a beautiful island with pavilions and towers. At this moment, many monks are coming and going.

He took a few glances and saw that many of the people in front of the door were unfamiliar to him. He guessed that they were from various sects coming to pay a visit and pay a visit.

"Senior Brother Weng?"

Suddenly, a disciple from the Zhi Sect saw him and immediately came forward with a look of surprise.

Weng Heguang looked in the direction of the voice and saw a handsome man wearing a headband. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Is it Junior Brother Liu who is entertaining you today?"

This person's name is Liu Tianqi, and he is quite close to the Nanming lineage.

For no other reason than because his master was Xu Jingyang.

"Hahaha... Junior Brother has nothing better to do. Seeing that Grandmaster Chen is about to return to the mountain, I specially asked Master for this job. It can be regarded as a small token of filial piety."

Weng Heguang bowed and said, "Junior brother, your words truly make me ashamed. I hurried back to the mountain gate and was unable to share Master's worries. Especially since Master returned to the mountain, I didn't prepare any gifts..."

Before he could finish his words, Liu Tianqi waved his hand and said with a look of disapproval, "Everyone in the sect knows that Senior Brother Weng is the most filial and respectful. As for Grandmaster Chen, I heard that he is not that conservative. I don't think he would care about such a small matter."

At this time, many foreign monks who were passing by heard the conversation between the two. After rolling their eyes, they all came over with smiles on their faces.

"But is it Fellow Daoist Weng, a disciple of the True Man Shenzhao?"

"I am Wu Renqing from the Tianji Sect, nice to meet you, Fellow Daoist Weng."

"Fellow Daoist Weng, why worry about not having a gift? I, the Zhu family of Minshan, would like to present this to you..."

……

For a moment, many monks from small sects spoke up one after another to please Weng Heguang.

However, Weng Heguang also knew that their real intention was not to drink, so he dealt with it casually, and with the cooperation of Liu Tianqi, he led his disciples into the mountain gate.

They flew over many isolated peaks and islands and headed straight for the Nanming Dojo.

Not long after, the outline of a mountain appeared in front of us. On it, a waterfall hung down from the sky and landed in the middle of a long river. It looked like a curtain of pearls and broken jade, stirring up mist all over the sky.

Since the fall of Chen Mu, Nanming Mountain has not lost its beauty. Instead, with the gradual increase in the number of disciples, it has become more and more beautiful and talented.

Not long after Weng Heguang entered the mountain, he faintly heard a clear sound, as if a few scholars were reading ancient books, accompanied by the fragrance of ink.

He grinned and murmured, "Junior Brother Wen is still so hardworking."

Zhu'er asked curiously, "Master, isn't Uncle Wen an immortal, but a scholar?"

Weng Heguang smiled and shook his head, saying, "Your Junior Brother Wen is a man of great fortune. Although he and Uncle Yu are both sword cultivators, he has received guidance from Senior Kong of Zhongzhou, and his path is unique..."

As they were talking, the two of them walked to a clear spring, and saw an elegant man dressed as a scholar sitting on a huge rock. He was holding a scroll and reading silently, and his right hand was raised with a sword-like finger, and he seemed to be unconsciously drawing a few strokes in the air.

There was no sharp sword energy, but instead flowers bloomed in the void, exuding a faint fragrance.

Seeing this magical scene, Zhu'er couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The noise woke the scholar, who looked over and saw the sound. His slightly furrowed brows relaxed instantly, and he asked in surprise, "Brother Weng, when did you come back?"

Weng Heguang has a very good temper, so no matter whether they are his senior sisters or junior sisters, Yu Chengduan's disciples, or the disciples of his great-grandmaster Gao, they all have a good relationship with him.

Especially Wen Yuze, who was introverted and shy when he first entered the mountain gate. Liu Heng had a serious personality and they often couldn't get along. It was Weng Heguang who taught him like an elder brother.

For this reason, Weng Heguang naturally had different views in his mind.

"Hahaha... I just arrived not long ago too."

Weng Heguang laughed and asked, "Why don't you see Senior Brother Liu?"

Wen Yuze replied with a smile, "Senior Brother Liu has been called away by Master. As the 'eldest son and grandson' of the Nanming lineage, how can he be idle at this time?"

After saying that, he looked at Zhu'er and asked curiously, "Who is she?"

Weng Heguang smiled but didn't respond. He just bent down and patted Zhu'er on the back, saying with a smile, "Why don't you call someone?"

Zhu'er immediately called out in a sweet voice: "Zhu'er greets Uncle Master Wen."

Wen Yuze was startled for a moment, but then he understood. After walking forward and getting close to Zhu'er, his eyes showed joy, but also a hint of regret: "Brother, have you lost your desire to seek the truth by accepting a disciple now?"

Weng Heguang smiled faintly and said, "My talent is insufficient. Even if I don't accept disciples, how much smoother will my path be?"

He knew his own limitations. After practicing Taoism for forty to fifty years, he was only at the middle stage of foundation building. This was considered relatively good among small sects, but in the Fushan River, especially the Nanming lineage, he was extremely ordinary.

Look at Senior Brother Liu Heng. He has practiced Taoism for only a few years longer than him, but he has already reached the state of perfection. He only needs an opportunity to form a pill and break through.

Another example is Junior Brother Wen Yuze, who entered the Dao twenty years later than him, and whose current realm is the same as his...

With all these comparisons, how can he still maintain his desire to seek the truth?

If he wasn't naturally easygoing, he might even become extreme because of this.

Wen Yuze sighed secretly, but he also knew that his senior brother's choice was right.

But because of their friendship, he couldn't help but feel a little lost...

"Uncle Wen, Zhu'er is not well?"

Zhu'er was very observant and noticed something strange in the atmosphere.

Wen Yuze quickly put on a smile, reached out and smoothed Zhu'er's black hair, and whispered, "How could that be?"

He raised his eyes and looked at Ji Tian again: "Come to think of it, you are the first third-generation disciple of the Nanming lineage..."

……

(End of this chapter)