Chapter 115: The clouds are deep and I don’t know where they are, and I am good at hiding the mountains in the lake (Part 2)

As I thought about it, I suddenly realized that it was not that Zedong was powerful, but that Qiye was ruthless. The World Sect Conference was held at Zhengyi Sect. In front of the world's cultivators, Qiye always had to give some face to the host. After a hard fight, it would be easier to get off the stage of Zhengyi Sect. Disciples from high sects are often arrogant and self-righteous, and there is a reason why.

Just as I was thinking about it, a stream appeared on the roadside. The stream was composed of mountain springs, and the water flowed clear. Even the water plants at the bottom of the river could be seen clearly. There were all kinds of swimming fish passing by. A Taoist priest in green was standing by the stream. Zeren saw him from afar and greeted me: "This is the eldest disciple of my master and Zhenren Xi, my senior brother Zeping... Zeping, come and pay homage to the uncle."

Zeping described it completely different from the Taoist Zedong I just saw. Zeping was tall and burly, with a cold and sharp look. This Zeping was short and solid, with a baby face, with a smile on his face, and a bit cunning in his expression. He heard Zeren's greeting, and stepped forward and bowed and clasped his fists, and said with a smile: "Zeping is here to wait for uncle Shi for a long time, and he has been greeting him... Uncle Master Zedong has already met Brother Zedong, right? Zeping is here to ask for advice."

When I saw him, I guessed what he was here to do. He Feng sent an apprentice to test me, and this is the same as Zhenren Xi. I guess they all found the most powerful disciple under the sect. What I was slightly surprised was that Zeren was not the eldest disciple under the sect of Zhenren He Xi. The most powerful disciple under the sect should be this Zeping, otherwise he would not have come forward on behalf of He Xi. Seeing that he was humble, I also smiled and said, "I know what you are here to do. I have to hurry up. You can take action."

Zeping: "Since that's the case, Zeping offended." Without any warning while speaking, he smiled and took action.

The magic weapon he swung was a whisk, and the white ponytail spread out in the air, like millions of silver threads. The tips of each silver thread emitted a series of tiny and sharp cyclones, flying towards my chest. It was difficult to avoid this, but it was not the most powerful. The most powerful was that a rapid qi arrow was shot silently in the middle of the whisk handle, which came first, and the blink of an eye had reached my lower abdomen. There was light and darkness, cover, and a strange weapon. Zeping's move was so slight that he had made his face so coldly that it had not disappeared. In terms of cultivation, Zeping might still be below Zedong, but if he started, it would be even more difficult to prevent.

Seeing him casting spells, I suddenly felt very much like the wind blade and rain arrow encountered on the alchemy peak. I smiled in my heart and stood there without moving. I didn't even flash. Zeren let out a low cry behind me, probably because he was startled by me. However, after the low cry, everything was calm. Zeping and I stood there properly, as if nothing had happened. In fact, what happened just now still left traces. The front of my shirt seemed to be scratched by countless small blades. Although it was not broken, there were many small holes left. Zeping did not move, because he dared not move, my Qingming Mirror was hanging above his head. Even if he didn't cast the spell, he could smash him down when he was smashed.

Zeping smiled and said, "My uncle is extraordinary in character. Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his eyes were not instantly visible. Zeping admired him."

I also smiled and took back the Qingming Mirror. I was silent and had the upper hand. It didn't mean how powerful I was, and I took advantage of it. Zeping just took action, not as strong as Zedong, and his magic power was not strong. The key was that it was strange and difficult to prevent. But I simply didn't defend it. This spell could not break my golden dragon lock jade pillar. When he saw that I didn't react, he was stunned for a moment. I took the opportunity to hang Qingming Mirror on his head and swayed it, as a matter of scaring him.

Zeren also stepped forward and smiled and said, "I have admired my uncle's demeanor for a long time. Senior brother has finally learned about it today, right? Please ask more questions in the future. Uncle Master still has something to do." Zeping also made way.

I continued along the stream and had already reached the foot of the mountain at the middle of Zhengyi San Mountain. The stream turned a bend here and was crossed in front of me. A bluestone arch bridge was mounted on the stream, and various auspicious beast decorations were carved on the railings, which were very simple and elegant. In the middle of the road at the bridge head, a table was placed, and a Taoist priest in blue was sitting behind the table, practicing calligraphy with great serious strokes and strokes.

Zeren saw the Taoist priest from afar, frowned slightly, pointed at him and said to me, "The one sitting there is the eldest disciple of Master Guang and I. Master Guang and I have been practicing in Zhengyisan Mountain for many years, so there are not many people outside knowing it. Uncle Master Guang may have never heard of it. However, Master Guang's cultivation of Taoism is also very outstanding among the elders in the sect. His eldest disciple named Zeming is a good person by nature. It seems that he is welcoming Master uncle with poetry and prose."

While speaking, we had already walked to Ze Ming. Ze Ming looked very rich, with a wide mouth and a wide nose, a wide forehead and big ears, about one meter and seventy in height, and a little fat. He stood there and kept waving a black and white rat whisker in his hand. He looked very dedicated, as if he hadn't noticed Ze Ren and me at all. On one side of the desk was a longevity, gold and stone, and a pair of ink-haired paper towns were flattened left and right, and sandalwood and rice paper was laid in the middle. The main door was indeed the main door, and it looked at the four treasures of the study used by others, and each item was extraordinary!

Zeming is not writing poems, but copying the calligraphy. He is silently copying Yan Zhenqing's "Magu Fairy Altar Record". When Grandpa Jin taught me to copy this calligraphy when he was a child, so I recognized it at a glance. Zeming's calligraphy is written neatly with strokes, but - his font is not like the grand and heavy Yan style, but, how to say, the old cadre style. The so-called old cadre style does not refer to a font, but mostly refers to a group of old and young cadres who practice a few strokes when they are free to practice. After writing, they can write neatly, but in the end, they lack learning and weak foundation, and it is difficult to understand the true artistic conception of traditional Chinese calligraphy. This kind of calligraphy is nicknamed the old cadre style.

Some people practice calligraphy all their lives, but in the end they can only be calligraphy enthusiasts, and they cannot become real calligraphers, and the same is true for learning Taoism. Nowadays, in calligraphy exhibitions of all sizes, the most common one is the old cadre style. Looking at Zeming's style, he has a bit of a master's style in the mountains and rivers, but he writes such a stroke of calligraphy. I almost laughed out loud, it was so angry and funny.

Seeing that Zemin was still pretending, Zemin coughed and said, "Senior Brother Zemin, the junior uncle is here."

"Oh, sorry, Zeming was obsessed with pen and ink, but he didn't notice that the uncle of the junior master was here. He was negligent, so I asked him to forgive me." Zeming looked sober and was busy saluting me.

"Are you Zemei?... I saw you look serious just now and didn't want to disturb me, but your table blocked my way."

Zeming: "Sorry, I'm here to ask my uncle for advice. How do I use this pen for this book? Please give me some advice."

"Instructions? Well, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are both good, they are all top-quality!" I only praised the four treasures of the study. As for his calligraphy, I really don't like it. If you don't slap people in the face, and if you scold them, you won't reveal your shortcomings, I'd better give him some face.

Unexpectedly, Zeming was not keen on any pot and asked: "What I want to ask for is not the study, but calligraphy... How about these words, please see?"

As he spoke, Zeming picked up his pen and wrote the words. This post "Magu Fairy Altar Record" has already written the sentence "Since I have seen the three seas of mulberry fields", and the word "Cang" is the word "Cang". Three strokes next to the water, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, the wind stopped grass, and the flowing water was silent. Then the two strokes on the left and right of the herringbone fell, and there was no fluctuation of magic power in the air, but I felt a shock in my heart for no reason. The scenery around changed, the static mountain wind, the silent flowing water, the silent grass and trees all over the valley, and the pen he waved in his hand, all emitted an invisible pressure, surrounding me from all directions.

Zeming did not fight me directly, but used the book as a guide and attacked me with his spiritual power. The mountain wind and water have not changed. All changes are the feelings imposed on me by his casting spells. When facing him, people can't help but feel the unbearable pressure!

I glanced at Zeming and chuckled softly. Zeming's face changed, and his originally confident expression became solemn. He held a pen, and seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds of objects in his hand, and wrote the horizontal stroke. There was no longer a silence around him, and countless sharp roars came from the nearest place, coming surging and sharp, as if he wanted to tear me into pieces. It seemed that a person's mind was almost taken away by him.

At this time I spoke: "Ze Ming, your handwriting is too bloated, this is not the essence of Yan style calligraphy. It has been elegant and natural since ancient times, and it has become silent from the inside, so there is no need to be a vassal."

As soon as I opened my mouth, Zeming's hand shook, and the last stroke of the word "家" (Traditional Chinese) was not stopped, and it became a half-circle of opening. The entire structure of the word was broken. As soon as the failure came out, Zeming was defeated. The invisible pressure around me disappeared, Zeming's face was as gray as she was sweating on her forehead, and she said sideways: "Uncle Shi is very high, Zeming has received teachings."

Zeming is quite talented and has many tricks, but unfortunately he is an embroidered pillow! The mental attack method he used is unfathomable to the outsider's eyes. He has the momentum of defeating others without fighting, and is very frightening. But in front of a real master of cultivation, it is not much different from playing tricks. I didn't take any action at all. It was not because I was polite, but because I was afraid of hurting him when counterattacking. My mental power is much stronger now than before, and I was not inferior to him even before I broke through the realm of vacuum. But I did not use my power, but just stood there and entered the realm of vacuum. All his attacks on me naturally failed. This is the difference in realm.

Zeren said on the side: "My uncle came all the way and had already guided Zedong and Zeping's two senior brothers, which benefited us and younger generations a lot. Senior brother Zeming also appreciated the style of uncle... This table can be moved away." After saying that, without waiting for Zeming to take action, the robe sleeves waved, and the table arrived on the grass on the roadside. If it were a blink of an eye, you would really mistakenly think that this table had not been moved at all, and there was no slight fluctuation in the inkstone. This is just an ordinary "immunity" spell, but it can be used so cleverly that not everyone can do it. At least he is much better than Zeming who took action just now. Zeren inadvertently showed his skills, but it was not aimed at me.

Walking across the bluestone bridge, he came to the foot of the mountain in the middle from a distance. Zeren said embarrassedly: "There are many disciples in Zhengyi, and their cultivation is of course uneven. However, the reputation of this sect is prominent, and some disciples of the sect sometimes have a sense of pride, which makes the uncle laugh. When he sees Master Shouzheng, he will tell you in detail."

Although Zeren did not name it, he could hear that he was mainly talking about Zeming, and at the same time he was tactful asking me to give them some face to the disciples of the Ze generation when he met Shouzheng. I didn't say much along the way because I was thinking about a question - why am I so powerful?

In the past, I fought with people. No matter who the opponent was, I never won so easily. Most of the time I was in a mess and even dangerous situation! After much experience of this situation, I often think that I was useless. Even if I am a real person who has achieved great success in the Golden Pill, it is no big deal. In the world of cultivation, I am just a little character who is always bullied. Today, as soon as I entered Zhengyi Sanshan, I came out to compete with me with elite disciples of the Ze generation. However, I easily passed three levels, not only won a great victory, but I didn’t even breathe! It seems that I am still very powerful, at least I can be regarded as a "senior expert" in front of them. Why didn’t I notice it before?

As I thought about it, I figured it out. The main reason was that I had encountered before. The first time I really fought with a practitioner was that I was baited by Feng Junzi to lure Qixin into the trap. At that time, my cultivation was still shallow and I had no magic weapon in my hand. In addition, Qixin was the most outstanding disciple except Qiye, so it was normal for me to be not an opponent. After several battles, my opponents were Qiye, the best among the disciples of the same generation of cultivation today. Recently, the one who joined forces with Qiye was Fei Yan, who was the best in the world and the best among the women of cultivation. In front of them, I naturally lost.

There are two important reasons why I won so easily today. The first is experience. I fought with a master like Qiye several times and saw Feng Junzi, a more unfathomable master, even witnessed the real person who guarded the real world to use the thunder of the sky. The fierce fighting experience on the Huangshan Alchemy Peak was particularly valuable. The experience of practicing disciples and fellow disciples may have enough experience, but I am afraid there is very little chance of fighting with the sky? So today in front of Zedong and Zeping, although I am not much better than them, I have gained the upper hand as soon as I took action. I always thought that I had insufficient experience, but it was already a very rare vision to others.
Chapter completed!