Who is Master Yunsheng? No one has ever heard of it, let alone seen it. The only thing I know is that he is a monk.

At this time, the Furong Building was already full of guests, but the most talked about by everyone was the monk, a monk named Master Yunsheng and the monk in the Furong Building.

When the answer is not known, one of the most things people do is bet. Now, there are two friends in the Hibiscus Building.

"I bet, he's not Master Yunsheng. A big man with a flushed face shouted.

"I bet, he's Master Yunsheng. Another drunken man with a wine burp pointed to the red-faced man and said.

"Well, if I lose, I'll give you ten taels of silver. "The red-faced man drank a bowl of wine.

"If, I lose. I will give you twenty taels of silver. "The drunken and hazy-eyed man had a full burp.

It seems to be a boring bet, but it arouses the curiosity of everyone present. They all wanted to know if this monk was the legendary Yunsheng mage.

"Good. Let's ask him. After the red-faced man finished speaking, he got up and walked to the dining table where the monk was.

"This master, ...... you" The red-faced man was dumbfounded, with a look of disbelief, and scratched his head.

"Could it be that I drank too much, and this is obviously a monk's. Why did it suddenly disappear? The red-faced man whispered.

Not only was the red-faced man depressed, but everyone present rubbed their eyes, because there was a Taoist priest who was drinking.

Obviously a monk, how did he become a Taoist priest in a blink of an eye? Many people don't understand. There were so many people just now, and no one noticed here. This table made by a monk.

"Could it be that he is really Master Yunsheng?" many people muttered in their hearts.

Except for the Taoist priest who had no expression, all the rest were either suspicious or remorseful. Of course, the most important thing is remorse. Taoist priests and monks are naturally opposites, if it weren't for the fact that there was only this idle table left, the Taoist priest would not be sitting here.

The dragon house is still the dragon house, and the courtyard is still so big, but it looks a little depressed. Except for two large stone lions, there was not even a gatekeeper by the door. There were no servants walking around in the courtyard.

In this hot summer, the most empty rooms in the Dragon Mansion are there. It's so hot, it's so silent.

"Sister Die'er. Long Qing'er, who was dressed in an emerald green light shirt, brushed off her windblown hair, looked at the lake and said.

"Huh, what's wrong, Qing'er. Qin Die'er asked softly.

When Lu Xingyun left Huayang City that day, he flew a pigeon and passed a book to Qin Die'er, asking her to come to the Dragon Mansion in Huayang City to accompany Long Qing'er. Anyway, Qin Die'er stayed there by herself, and it happened that Long Qing'er was alone here. So Lu Xingyun simply let Qin Die'er come to Huayang City.

For Qin Die'er's arrival, Long Qing'er was very happy. Especially knowing that when Lu Xingyun asked her to accompany her, Long Qing'er's heart also had a ripple.

"Brother Lu, I don't know what's going on?" Long Qing'er said in a complaining tone.

Qin Die'er, when she heard Long Qing'er say this, her heart was also sour, but she comforted Long Qing'er and said, "It's okay." Qing'er. Brother Lu, you have a lot of ability. ”

Long Qing'er also seemed to feel Qin Die'er's strange feelings for Lu Xingyun, these were women's intuition.

"Oh. Sister Die'er. Then tell me about Brother Lu. Long Qing'er didn't think about it so much, thinking that Qin Die'er was ......

It's just that she didn't know, Qin Die'er was also thinking at this time, "I'm a maid." Miss Qing'er is the ......"

"Hmm. All right. Qin Die'er said with a smile.

At the foot of the desolate mountain, two people, two horses.

"Lu Xingyun, you said Ryazan is on this mountain?" said Zhuge Xiaoye, looking at the inconspicuous mountain in front of him.

Lu Xingyun nodded and said, "It is said that back then, Ryazan came to this Cangliang Mountain to live in seclusion after being defeated by the Heavenly Immortal Sword and Zhang Xiaoling. It is said that after ten years, the Heavenly Immortal Sword must be defeated. If you count the time, it's been almost ten years. ”

"Uh. Lu Xingyun, who did you listen to?" Zhuge Xiaoye also knew a lot about the things on the rivers and lakes. But he didn't know what Lu Xingyun said.

"Huh. Of course you don't know, this is what my master told me. Lu Xingyun said proudly.

Zhuge Xiaoye could only smile bitterly and say, "There is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure." ”

The two tied their horses to the foot of the mountain and walked towards the desolate mountain.

Although it is now a hot July, this desolate mountain does not have the verdant color of other mountains, but has a faint smell of withering.

Zhuge Xiaoye was wiping his sweat at this time and said, "What kind of ghost mountain is this, how is it that it is decaying everywhere, and there is not even a mountain spring." ”

"Haha. You don't know that. Night. Why is this mountain called Canghuang Mountain?" Lu Xingyun plucked a leaf and said.

Zhuge Xiaoye sat on the stone, drank the wine handed to him by Lu Xingyun, and did not speak.

"There is such a legend about Cangliang Mountain. Lu Xingyun looked at the trees in front of him and continued, "Legend has it that a long, long time ago, there was a man named Ugly Slave, who was abandoned by his parents, not because of anything else, but because he was born very ugly. The ugly slave has a very kind heart, but people don't like him. One year, the village where the ugly slave was located was not only in a severe drought, but also full of insect plagues. A Taoist priest said that all this was because of the ugly slave. This catastrophe can be avoided by killing the ugly slave. People don't like ugly slaves in the first place, and many people have starved to death, but ugly slaves live well, and they are not hungry or sick. Therefore, people are convinced that the ugly slave is the source of this calamity, and they want to kill the ugly slave. All this, the ugly slave naturally will not know. That day, the ugly slave was sleeping in his nest. Then a child came to him and told him to run. Otherwise, you will die. The ugly slave didn't trust the child, even though the child was his only friend. ”

"And then. Zhuge Xiaoye asked.

Later, within a few days, the ugly slave was arrested. Hearing the deafening shouts of the people who wanted to kill him, the ugly slave was very sad. It didn't take long for the kind ugly slave to be tortured into something. The night before he was about to kill the ugly slave, the kid untied the rope of the ugly slave. The ugly slave fled to the Desolate Mountains. However, no matter how the ugly slave ran, there was always the roar of people trying to kill him. The ugly slave, who fled to the desolation, saw such a beautiful scenery, not only did not calm down, but was even more sad. In the end, whether the ugly slave sees flowers or trees, he sees them as those who want to kill him. Finally, one day, the ugly slave resented himself, and it reached a terrible point. On a dark night, the ugly slave died. Forever left in the Desolate Mountain. The flesh and blood of the ugly slave and the hatred of the world merged into this desolate mountain. Since then, the originally beautiful Cangshan Mountain has slowly become what it is now. Lu Xingyun said sympathetically.

"No wonder, Ryazan wants to practice deadwood swordsmanship here. After listening to this story, Zhuge Xiaoye also knew Ryazan's purpose in his heart.

The mountain road is very rough, and there are not many people in this place. Naturally, the road cannot be called a road, and there are withered yellow grass everywhere.

Except for the looming path, there are towering trees everywhere, and dead grass everywhere. The desolate mountains were so silent that there wasn't even the buzzing of mosquitoes.

An hour later, Lu Xingyun and Zhuge Xiaoye stood in a place where there seemed to be traces of people.

"It shouldn't be far off. Lu Xingyun looked at a sword mark on the tree in front of him and said.

"I don't know much about sword intent, but this sword intent gives me a feeling like an endless night. Zhuge Xiaoye said when he saw the sword mark left on the tree.

Lu Xingyun touched the sword mark, and the two continued to walk forward. Along the way, the sword marks appeared more and more often, and they became more and more fresh.

Finally, in a slightly wide place, the two saw a small wooden house made of thousand-year-old pear blossom dead wood unique to Cangliang Mountain.

A sense of desolation rushed towards him, and Lu Xingyun and Zhuge Xiaoye both shivered.

"Senior, junior Lu Xingyun asks to see. Lu Xingyun bowed respectfully to the wooden house. Zhuge Xiaoye, like Lu Xingyun, bent down.

After about a cup of tea, a voice finally came from the house, "Who are you Lu Xiaofeng?" This voice makes people feel like they are sleeping.