Everyone drove the crane to the west, but Zhou Zong took Wu Qiufang to clear the clouds and fog in the mountains and returned by carving. The autumn wind passed by, and the chill was a little skull.

The first time Qiu Fang went down the mountain, he pretended to be reluctant to part with the Taoist in his heart, and at the same time he was confused and uneasy about the world. After calming down a little, he shook his head slightly, shook away some of the drowsiness on his head, and asked Zhou Zong, "Uncle Zhou, where are we going at this moment?" ”

"Let's go to Los Angeles first, the boundary of our East Pole Gate." Zhou Zong said to the young man behind him with a sideways face, I don't know if it was with a little pride or to suppress the hissing wind, the voice was quite loud.

"Dare to ask Uncle Shi, what is the East Pole Gate?" The young man asked puzzledly, he listened to a brief mention from his uncle at the dinner table in the evening, he must have a deep relationship with himself, and his eyes became solemn when he asked.

Zhou Zongchang took a breath, he knew that Wu Qiufang didn't know anything about things outside the mountain, but fortunately, Luocheng was still eight hundred miles away from here, and the journey was still long, which gave him enough time to answer questions and solve doubts from the young man.

"Dongjimen is the sect to which your master and I belong, and by next year, it will be a hundred years since the founding of the sect." The memories in Zhou Zong's mind were about to come out.

"The person who founded the sect is your master Xuanmingzi Daoren, do you understand? It's your master's master. Your master left Zhenghou Mountain at the age of twenty-eight, and founded the sect on his own with the technique of talismans that we are proud of, and it only took more than 50 years to become famous in the world. Zhou Zong looked ahead, gradually opened the box of memories, and mentioned the East Pole Gate that he had poured his heart and soul into, and the eagle-like eyes flashed with brilliance.

He paused and said, "As for the talisman technique, do you know what the origin is?" ”

The young man had heard of this, and when he was a child, he also asked Yan Qingyun for advice on where the yellow rune paper that he wrote and painted every day came from. Speaking of this, Yan Qingyun's eyes were filled with a little respect, and he always said: "The way of Fu Gong is a heavenly skill, and it is a great luck that you and I can learn the fur." As for the rest, Yan Qingyun seemed reluctant to mention more.

As a result, the boy had no choice but to reply, "Master didn't say anything about it. ”

Zhou Zong probably guessed this situation, so he had to smile helplessly: "Legend has it that since ancient times, there have been immortals who have left talismans and sword tricks on the nine mountains and nine mountains, hoping that people who are destined can get and learn it." The world does not live up to the expectations of the immortals, many people have found these two things, but after all, it has been a long time since the immortals left the scriptures, the scriptures and sword tips have been weathered, and they have long been incomplete. ”

"As for why we are so proficient in the art of talisman now, we have to start with Zhenghou Mountain. Zhenghou Mountain is derived from the Eight Signs and Six Marquis, and is the largest mountain among the nine mountains and nine mountains. The founding patriarch is named Liuba Daoren, who was an ordinary Taoist disciple when he was young, and liked to travel all over the world in middle age. Unexpectedly, one day, I also got the runes and sword tips left by the immortals in a certain mountain, and you think that the six or eight Taoist people are just an ordinary little Taoist, and naturally like others, they feel that this rune and sword trick are called an obscure and difficult to understand. It's just..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Zong suddenly stopped, shook his head and sold a pass.

This kind of story is naturally very interesting to the young man, and he is busy asking: "But what? ”

But the providence of heaven was inexplicable, and one day later, he traveled to Zhenghou Mountain, and met an equally ordinary old man on the top of the mountain, who sat on a rock, and did not know what he was muttering. The Taoist stepped forward, and when he heard it, he was reciting the scriptures. The Taoist knew that even if the person he met today was not a Da Luo Jin Immortal, he should be a master outside the world, so he was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward, bowed to the ground, and asked the old man to give advice. The old man was also straightforward, telling the complete scriptures and sword techniques by mouth, and even answering questions for six or eight people if he didn't understand. But who knew that the old man had only passed on half of him, so he said that he was thirsty, and asked six or eight people to go down the mountain to get water to drink. Zhou Zong slowly told the story about the origin of the East Pole Gate.

Wu Qiufang listened attentively, and for a while he stopped thinking about Zhenming Mountain, which was gradually moving away, and listened attentively to Zhou Zong's narration of the history of Dongjimen. Hearing this, the young man's dark eyes swirled in his sockets, and he suddenly asked, "Have the six or eight Dao people gone?" ”

Zhou Zong was stunned when he heard this, his face was a little crying and laughing, thinking that this child's focus was always so different, but he still said happily: "Go, of course you have to go, do you think he can not go?" But when he returned, the old man was long gone. As for the later half of the scriptures, it is not known. ”

"Uncle Zhou, where did this old man go?" Wu Qiufang tilted his head slightly, and asked while pondering.

"Naturally, you went back to the fairy world?" Zhou Zong replied as a matter of course.

"Immortal?"

"Of course, he is an immortal, and who knows the complete scriptures except the immortals."

"Uncle Shi, you have mentioned the immortal twice, who is this immortal?"

Zhou Zong turned his head sharply when he heard this, opened his mouth in surprise, stared at the young man's clear and pure eyes with incredible eyes for a long time, and was stunned for a while before he said, "That old Taoist in the mountains, what have you taught you in the past sixteen years?" ”

"Master taught me fortune-telling, drawing talismans, practicing swords, and chanting sutras every day." Qiu Fang didn't understand why Zhou Zong was making such a fuss, so he could only answer truthfully.

"What about the others?" Zhou Zong turned his head, still looking into the distance, and opened his mouth to ask.

"Others?" The young man hesitated for a while, and then added at the end, "By the way, there is also cooking, Master has always taught his disciples a lot of things. ”

When Zhou Zong heard this, his body trembled with anger, and his blood surged up, and his right hand clenched his fist on the back of the eagle, which made the eagle scream strangely in pain, and fluttered his wings violently.

"That's it? Still leaving you to go down the mountain alone? Zhou Zong's voice suddenly became a little louder, but he was soon sent away by the strong wind.

"What's wrong?" Wu Qiufang asked rhetorically, he has been following the Taoist for the past sixteen years, no one has thought that he is going down the mountain, and naturally no one has told him about the things under the mountain, not to mention that the Taoist is silent, how can he have the heart to talk more about the past and strange things with him.

"No, nothing." Zhou Zong was a little speechless, knowing that this kid was bent on protecting his master, so he no longer entangled too much with Wu Qiufang in this matter, and continued to speak: "Immortals are people who live in the sky, they have high magic power, they can call the wind and rain, soar the clouds and drive the fog, usually swallow the charm of the scenery, and their whereabouts are erratic. No, strictly speaking, there is no erratic movement, after all, no one in the world today has seen their traces. As for the fairy world, of course, it is the place where the immortals live, you look up at the sky, after the white clouds, for me and other mortals, it is an unreachable place! ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Zong sighed, thought for a while, and continued: "Later, the six or eight Dao people relied on the runes and sword skills that only knew half of them, and they practiced day and night in Zhenghou Mountain. Even though he has been dead for more than 900 years, Nazheng Hou Mountain still stands proudly in the world, and it is one of the top three famous schools in the world. It's just that the garbage on the mountain, hmph, is far from our Dongjimen people. Zhou Zong said in the end, his tone was already full of disdain, and he seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with the people of Zhenghou Mountain.

"Uncle Shi, isn't it good to sign Hou Mountain?" Wu Qiufang heard the unhappiness in Zhou Zong's words, and hurriedly asked.

"Of course it's not good, Qiufang, you remember, in the future, when you see the people of Zhenghou Mountain, you don't have to give them a good look, if they dare to provoke you, you will report my name as Zhou Zong." Other sects are afraid of them, but we, the East Pole Sect, have never been afraid! Zhou Zong said with some ferocity, presumably the two major sects have a deep grudge.

At this time, the wind was not as noisy as Fangcai, and the night was very deep and deep, as if it was going to swallow the two of them. Zhou Zong eased his nerves, calmed down a little, and continued to say aloud, "The collection of disciples in the Hou Mountain has always been divided into two veins, one for cultivating talismans and the other for sword practice. Six or eight people in the world is still available, both veins have to be true, usually peaceful, but after the six or eight people drive the crane to the west, the two veins gradually do not get along, because the rune is more obscure than the way of the sword, a long time, except for the master of the rune vein, no one has the ability to draw runes out of thin air, you think, before the war, you have to prepare a pile of yellow paper, one by one, compared to the convenience of people to fight with a long sword, can you take advantage? ”

"But even I can, why wouldn't they?" Qiu Fang was a little puzzled, he only saw three people use the art of talismans, one is the master, the second is himself, and the third is this Uncle Zhou, but Uncle Zhou has only shot once, in his inherent impression, Uncle Shi's ability should be higher than his own, but he doesn't want to make the ability to draw talismans out of thin air, so the three of them should and must be able to, and everyone should be able to sign Hou Mountain.

Zhou Zong laughed dumbly when he heard this, thinking that this kid's understanding of the art of talisman was too simple. He shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "Qiufang, the art of the talisman is broad and profound, your master and you are both geniuses of the heavens, and the cultivation is like a fish in water. Of course, even if you can't draw talismans out of thin air, it's not weak, but it's just not as good as someone who can do it. ”

After listening to Uncle Shi's explanation, Qiu Fang nodded thoughtfully, a little ignorantly aware that he seemed to be extremely talented, and even his Taoism was very profound.

Without waiting for the young man to talk, Zhou Zong seemed to see through his careful thoughts, and then said, "There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, although you have a good foundation in Qiufang, but the masters in the world are like clouds, and you are not very strong." Now that you have descended from the mountain, cultivation is still your main business, and you must not waste it. ”

Although Zhou Zong's back was to Qiu Fang, Qiu Fang still clenched his fists with both hands and solemnly responded: "Qiu Fang remember, you will definitely practice diligently in the future and live up to the teachings of Master and Uncle." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Zong laughed heartily, although he didn't turn his head, he also turned sideways, stretched out his right hand and patted the young man's shoulder, "Just remember, the world is dangerous, only the strong are respected." You have to be like your master, wait, where did I just go?"

Zhou Zong's narration was interrupted by himself, and when he suddenly remembered it, he had forgotten what he had just said, and couldn't help but sigh with a smile: "Uncle Shi is old, and this memory is not as good as it used to be." ”

Qiu Fang also laughed, and his face with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth was full of smiles, and he was very different from the loss and melancholy before going down the mountain.

"Uncle Shi, you said that Fu Dao is weak."

"Oh, the rune is weak." Zhou Zong dragged out this "oh" for a long time, and his eyes surrounded by fine lines gradually became hollow, as if he was looking for something in his mind, and paused for a long time before he continued to speak, "Fu Dao is becoming weaker and weaker, at the beginning, the new disciples have chosen to cultivate swords, and there are very few newcomers who cultivate talismans. Later, the situation became even worse, and the disciples of the Fu Vein also switched to the Sword Vein, and they were all from the same sect of the Marquis Mountain, and the disciple's transfer of cultivation was not considered a betrayal of the master, so it was inconvenient for the mountain master to stay, and the vein master did not dare to say more. Over time, the hearts of the people were panicked, and most of the rune disciples switched to the past, and in just ten years, there were only three disciples left in the rune except for the vein master. One of them is your master. ”

"Has Master Tai also switched to the sword vein?" Qiu Fang asked.

When Zhou Zong heard this, his face became solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "No, but there is a civil war in Zhenghou Mountain. Seeing that the rune path was withering day by day, and he was in a predicament but unable to return to the sky, he thought of being ashamed of the six or eight Dao people and the Fu Dao masters, and gradually appeared demons, and finally in one day, he started to kill. ”

Speaking of this, the atmosphere became even heavier, and Qiu Fang didn't dare to say more, just quietly waited for Zhou Zong to continue to tell about the old things. And Zhou Zong's eyebrows frowned even more, as if the past was locked like a mountain in the depths of his eyebrows.

After a long time, he finally spoke: "Qiu Fang, Fu and Sword, which do you think is stronger and which is weaker?"