In Shu, Qingyun Mountain. +◆

Above the quiet and continuous mountains, the sea of ​​fog is surging, the clouds are rolling, and the carved beams and painted roads are hidden in it, like the immortal palaces and palaces.

Qingyun is a blessed land in Shu. It is not only high mountains and dangerous roads, but also beautiful scenery. For thousands of years, many legends have been left in Shu and even the entire China. The mountains are not high, but immortals are famous. This statement is true in reverse. Any fairyland must have been passed down from the history of immortals. Qingyun Mountain has been a place where those outsiders find immortals and find the way of immortals since ancient times. The Qingyun School on Qingyun Mountain is even more well-known.

However, the Qingyun Sect in the eyes of the world is just a place for some Taoist priests and nuns to practice, and the Qingyun Mountain in the eyes of the world is just a scenic spot that requires money to go up.

At this time, at the top of Qingyun Mountain, under an old tree bearded and white-haired old man sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and drooped his eyes, and his breath seemed to be in harmony with the world. If he didn't pay attention, he would definitely ignore the existence of this old man.

"Master! Izumo asked for a visit!" A middle-aged Taoist priest in his forties walked slowly over and saluted respectfully, and did not dare to speak loudly, for fear of affecting the old man's cultivation.

After the words came, the old man under the tree slowly opened his eyes, and his old eyes faintly flashed through him, and he quickly restrained his sharpness.

The white beard sways in the mountain wind, and the crane's hair and childish face can only be described as fairy-like and Taoist bones.

"Unpunish the Master's practice and hope that Master will forgive his sins." The middle-aged Taoist priest bowed and said.

The old man waved his hand, his eyes fell on the middle-aged Taoist priest, and he spoke calmly, "Is there anything wrong?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest pondered for a moment, stepped forward, and whispered, "Master, I'm afraid there is the whereabouts of Junior Brother Qianchenzi."

When the old man heard this, his face was obviously stagnant, and his eyes were filled with surprise. He was stunned for three seconds, and his eyebrows were furrowed, "From the moment he betrayed his master, there was no such thing as a god in this world."

The middle-aged Taoist priest paused and nodded quickly. His name was Zhang Heng, and his Taoist name was Izumo, but he was even older than Chuchenzi.

And this old man is Sikong Lingyun, the head of the Qingyun Sect. He is now 73 years old, with an eighth-rank martial arts master. He has a great martial arts master in China. A sudden incident fifteen years ago, his beloved daughter and disciple died and escaped, which made Sikong Lingyun feel discouraged. He rarely cared about the affairs of the sect and devoted himself to practicing. Now his skills are even more unfathomable.

"Is he okay?"

When he heard the name that had not been mentioned for fifteen years, Sikong Lingyun was in a very complicated mood. After all, he was his favorite disciple, but he finally got into a dead end. After all, the situation was brought to such a land because of his forced him back then.

Sikong Lingyun's heart has never been able to overcome this hurdle. He has been living in self-blame for fifteen years. If he was not so stubborn back then and could agree to that marriage, today's Qingyun would probably be a different scene, right?

Whenever Sikong Lingyun thought of this, he couldn't help but feel sad. It was precisely because of this guilt that he chose to spare Chu Chenzi's life fifteen years ago and let him go. For him, Chu Chenzi in Qingyun Sect was dead, and only Liu Yun survived.

After fifteen years, I suddenly heard the news about Chu Chenzi again, and Sikong Lingyun's memory that had been covered with dust for many years was once again opened.

Izumoko paused after hearing Sikong Lingyun's question, shook her head, "I'm afraid, it's probably not good."

“Hmm?”

Sikong Lingyun frowned slightly. Although he seemed to be careless on the surface, he was still a little concerned in his heart.

Izumoko said, "It's hard to say about this. Recently, a video appeared on some websites. The disciple met by chance. The person in the video looked very much like Chu Chen... Well, very much like Junior Brother Liu Yun back then."

"Video? What kind of video, let me take a look." Sikong Lingyun said immediately.

"This..." Izumoko paused, "Master, I dare not, for fear of defiling Master's eyes."

"Why don't you dare to take it over?"

Sikong Lingyun's face darkened. After hearing Izumiko's words, he had a premonition that the video was probably not a good thing, but out of concern for Liu Yun, he still couldn't help but want to watch it.

Izumoko hesitated for a while, finally took out her phone and sent it respectfully to Sikong Lingyun.

Looking at the picture on the phone, Sikong Lingyun's face went from blue to black to black, from black to red, and finally couldn't help but throw the phone angrily.

"What kind of sanity!" Sikong Lingyun was shaking all over, and his beard was shaking violently.

Looking at the broken cell phone, Izumoko couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had known that this would be the result.

"Master, please calm down. There may be something else in this matter." Izumoko quickly bowed, "As for my disciples' understanding of Junior Brother Liu Yun, he would definitely not be able to do such a thing."

"You said that the person in the video is not him?" Sikong Lingyun had a dark face. He could recognize the person in the video even if he turned into ashes. He was definitely his apprentice Liu Yun.

Izumoko said, "This is not what I mean. I am trying to say that Junior Brother Liu Yun is probably plotted against. The person who shot the video has a very sinister intention."

Sikong Lingyun had a calm face and didn't say anything.

"Disciple learned that now the three major families in Rongcheng and the Chinese Martial Arts Association are searching for the whereabouts of Liu Yun. In addition, they even involved the Xue family in the capital. The Xue family sent someone to send me a message and asked me Qingyun to take action. The disciple did not dare to make a decision, and asked the master to tell you." Izumozi said.

"Xue Family?"

Hearing these two words, the expression on Sikong Lingyun's face seemed a little surprised and heavy. After pondering for a while, he said, "You should take people down the mountain immediately. Be sure to find Liu Yun before other forces find him and bring him back to Qingyun. After all, he was my Qingyun disciple. Although he committed a serious crime, even if he was to be punished, he had to let me Qingyun come."

"yes."

Izumoko looked up at Sikong Lingyun and responded quickly. Is Sikong Lingyun still going to protect Chuchenzi like this?

...

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Because tomorrow is the weekend, Su Hang planned to go home early and took a few days off. Anyway, as a god of learning, he is not worried about his academic issues at all. His professional course level has reached the height of Chu Aiguo. The school classroom is basically meaningless. If possible, he even wants to skip classes and just wait for the final exam.

However, that is obviously unrealistic!

I called my family, bought some gifts for my parents and younger sister, and twisted two big bags back to the rental house.
Chapter completed!