"Master!" The voice came from behind the two of them, and as soon as Wang Heyi heard this voice, he immediately turned around, but Ma Xiaoyang was a little surprised when he heard this voice.

The voice sounded a little too young.

Then he looked back, there were two people behind him, they couldn't tell the difference, they were all about thirty years old, young people, one with a gentle face, and the other like a sword, sharp and sharp.

In surprise, Wang Heyi saluted to the person in front of him.

"Ma Xiaoyang has seen Izumo real people!" Ma Xiaoyang also followed and saluted.

Then he glanced at Wang Heyi and asked who the person behind him was.

"Senior Brother Xinqiu!" Wang Heyi saluted. Ma Xiaoyang also saluted.

"It turns out that you are the young man who listened to the old monk, and your cultivation is good. The Izumo Michito opened his mouth and praised.

"Thank you seniors for compliments!" Ma Xiaoyang nodded and smiled.

"Little girl, what is the matter this time, are you willing to come back?" asked Izumo Michito.

"It's not the last time at the White Horse Temple, Master, you have to call the shots for me!" Wang Heyi said as he went up and grabbed the arm of the Izumo Daoist.

"What's the matter, didn't I go and explain it to them, what's going on? Izumo Michito asked puzzled.

"It's very complicated, let's go into the house and say, I'll tell you in detail, and, Senior Brother Xin Qiu, I don't care, this time, you can't hide, you have to call the shots for me!" Wang Heyi continued to say to Xin Qiu.

"Okay, you girl, go down the mountain and get me in trouble. Izumo Daoren kindly touched Wang Heyi's head, and glanced at Ma Xiaoyang intentionally or unintentionally.

"What do you call me causing trouble, it's the White Horse Temple that has come here, enter the house, enter the house, I'll tell you!" Wang Heyi suddenly became lively, and she didn't look like her at all.

Maybe it's because Izumo Michito is like her father, watching her grow up, unnatural, here, it's a lot more relaxed.

But Ma Xiaoyang also felt the glance that the Izumo Daoist had just looked at him, and although he passed by, he could still feel it, and felt that Ma Xiaoyang had brought his good apprentice.

As for Xin Qiu, the whole person was like an unsheathed sword, he didn't speak, but standing in that place, it made people feel a faint sense of oppression.

Entering the house, the furnishings in the room are simpler, all wooden furniture, an offering table, on which is placed Lao Tzu's exit map, in the middle is a tea table carved from the roots of an old tree, and six chairs are placed next to it.

Further inside, there is a bed, two chairs, and a desk.

That's all there is to furnish, simple, but atmospheric, natural.

Wang Heyi called the shots and beckoned everyone to sit down, and after sitting down, Ma Xiaoyang first took out the bottle containing the spiritual liquid.

"Izumo Zhenren, the juniors came to visit Wudang Mountain for the first time, I don't know what to bring, there is some spiritual fluid here, and I ask the seniors to smile. Ma Xiaoyang said, placing the bottle of spiritual liquid on the table.

Izumo Michito glanced at the bottle, seemed to sense something, reached out to take it in his hand, looked at it carefully, and then opened the bottle, and a fresh breath immediately came to his face.

"This thing is good, the bottle of things is also good, I accepted the things, last time I went to the White Horse Temple to wipe your ass, I thought you were going to show it, but there was nothing, and I deceived my disciple away, this time it's a bit of a look!" said Izumo Michito while playing with the bottle.

"Master!" Wang Heyi blushed and hurriedly called.

"What's the matter, I can't say it yet, I've taught you for more than 20 years, and I've only known people for a few days, and my elbow is out, you make the teacher sad!" said Izumo Michito while pretending to touch his tears.

"Master, you hate it!" he said, blushing. "I'm going to fetch water to make tea. With that, he turned and walked out of the room.

"Ma Xiaoyang, who made this bottle?" asked Izumo Michito.

Ma Xiaoyang didn't know what this Izumo Dao man was planning, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and he couldn't see what it meant.

"Refined by a companion of mine who is also a teacher and friend. Ma Xiaoyang said truthfully.

"I've seen this technique, it's very unique, like the inheritance of the Qinggaoka clan!" said Izumo Michito. "Speaking of which, my Wudang Mountain and the Qingqiu clan had a good relationship in the early years, and there was communication between each other, but later the aura dissipated, and the Qingqiu clan seemed to have moved to other small worlds, so the connection was broken. ”

"Seniors, have you seen other Qingqiu clansmen in recent years?" Ma Xiaoyang suddenly moved in his heart and asked.

"I haven't seen it in the past one or two hundred years, but I've seen three or two before. "Izumo Michito gave the bottle to Xin Qiu. "Here, the bottle is good, the contents are also good, just for our disciples, put you here, you come down, according to the rules, distribute it to the disciples!"

"Yes, Master!"

Xin Qiu didn't talk much, how Izumo arranged, he would do it, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the bottle was gone, like this famous family, in his hand, he naturally had their storage magic weapon.

"Ma Xiaoyang, my little apprentice I know, curious, and kind, last time in the White Horse Temple, the little girl came to me, although speaking of which, you can be regarded as doing the big monk a favor, since I can talk to him, it is nothing to come forward to help you solve it, but, the big monk I know, I have waited for almost ten years for one of your oaths, I am also curious, last time, the little girl told me about you, speaking of Kyushu Ding and oil lamp, since you came, and broke through the Jindan, the things inside, you tell me about it. Izumo Michito spoke.

"Okay!" Ma Xiaoyang agreed first.

But just as he was about to speak, the Izumo Michito interrupted again.

"You're all golden, and you still have to tell a story? Divine consciousness is passed on to me, starting with when you borrow an oil lamp. "This time, it's the Izumo Dao people's divine consciousness that transmits the sound, and together, there is a small method, which has no other effect, but is used for divine consciousness transmission.

This method can only be used above the Jindan period, and the difference from the general divine consciousness transmission is that this transmission can also transmit pictures, and even the state of mind when doing this at that time.

Ma Xiaoyang studied a little and began to try, starting from borrowing an oil lamp, until recently, the matter of coming to seek revenge turned into a divine sense and passed on to the people of Izumo Dao.

This Izumo Dao person, it seems that while listening, he forwarded the transmission to Xin Qiu, and the two of them just watched a movie like this, and watched everything in the past year.

"Warning this little monk, it's a bit excessive, it's just that, since you kill it, kill it, poor me, this old man, is going to run errands again. After listening to the story, Izumo Daoren opened his mouth to speak, and then looked at Ma Xiaoyang with a smile.

"Senior, there is still a little spiritual liquid here, not much, please smile at the seniors, and barely make up for your true qi rushing. As he spoke, he took out another bottle, which contained two hundred drops of spiritual liquid, which was originally intended to be used for worship in Kunlun Mountain, but this time, all of them were given to Izumo.

After the story was told here, the gift was also given, and Wang Heyi took a small gourd and ran in with a red face.