Shuntianfu is dozens of miles away to the north, there is a mountain range called Qingyuan, towering into the clouds, no mountain top, few people have traces, one of the highest mountains is straight into the sky, because the mountain is steep and difficult to climb famous, the top of the mountain often has a golden light flashing, mortals think that there are immortals on the mountain, call it the fairy mountain, although the fairy mountain is famous, but no one has ever been able to climb up, the mortals who live at the foot of the mountain, they regard the fairy mountain as a sacred place.

What mortals don't know is that on the top of the Immortal Mountain, there are more than a dozen large halls, with majestic momentum, glazed colored tiles, majestic and mysterious from a distance, more like the legendary Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

The highest hall is like a lion, overlooking the entire fairy mountain, clouds and mist fly through the main hall, only to see the path outside the main hall, a young man in a yellow robe with hurried steps, running to the highest part of the back door of the main hall, stained with a lot of dew drops on the weeds.

This hall is called Huangjue Palace, the area is very large, there is a spacious platform outside the back door, there is a flag erected in the middle of the platform, three big characters of Shenwu Tai are written on it, at this time, on Shenwu Tai, there are hundreds of teenagers who are cultivating, and from time to time there are wisps of golden light flying out.

Under the Shenwutai flag, a small wooden platform was erected, on which there was a fat old man, sitting on a chair, looking around at the disciples who were cultivating.

"You, what about you, move faster!

"You've leaked too much mana!

"Be steady when you make moves, your breath must be calm!"

From time to time, the fat old man reminded the disciples who were practicing on the Shenwu Stage, and he sighed into the palm of his hand and muttered, "It's getting colder...... This hellish weather, the gods can't stand it......"

The yellow-robed young man quickly ran in front of the old man, panting: "Fang ...... Abbot!"

The old man glanced at the young man and said dissatisfiedly: "Sixth, what do I usually tell you, don't be impetuous, be indifferent." ”

The yellow-robed young man gasped: "Abbot....... Be...... It's ......"

The abbot raised his hand and slowly put it down: "The matter of cultivating the truth is similar to making tofu, and it must be ground slowly in order to achieve something." ”

"It's not...... Abbot...... I ......"

"Old Liu, wow, you have to hone your temperament, do you see the clouds in the sky? You have to learn it, slowly, slowly. ”

"Abbot, someone is looking for you!"

The boy finally caught his breath and spoke out loud.

The abbot chuckled and said, "Eh, someone is looking for it, there is no need to be anxious, you need to calm down." ”

The young man was so anxious that beads of sweat broke out on his head, and he shouted, "Abbot, the abbot is back! He is waiting for you at the top of the peak!

The young man said this loudly, and the teenagers in Shenwu Taizhong stopped what they were doing and looked at it one after another.

"Well, I know, what about cultivation, you must ......"

Speaking of this, the abbot's face was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly jumped off the stage, grabbed the young man's hand, and said hurriedly: "What did you say?

The young man nodded again and again: "Uh-huh! The abbot is back, he is waiting for you at the top of the peak, tell you to go quickly!"

The abbot's eyes were round: "Stinky boy, why didn't you say it earlier!"

The young man had a bitter face: "Have you given me a chance to speak......"

The abbot let go of the young man, shook his fat body, and ran towards the outside of the main hall, the fat on his body also shook with his movements, although he was fat, the speed was not slow, and when he ran out of the main hall, there was a burst of laughter on the Shenwu platform.

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The abbot walked out of the main hall, looked at the highest place of the Divine Immortal Mountain, hurriedly used his skills, and quickly ran towards the top of the mountain.

The highest place of the fairy mountain, the clouds and mist are misty, like a fairyland, there is only one path to go up in the whole fairy mountain, at the top of the mountain, there is a vigorous ancient pine, under the tree, there is a square stone table, and there are two stone chairs next to it.

At this time, on the stone chair, there was an old man in a pale yellow robe, the old man was quite old, but his face was childish, his eyes were bright, he looked at the chessboard on the stone table, and fell into deep thought.

The abbot took three steps and made two steps, eagerly reached the peak, and when he saw the old man on the stone chair, he was overjoyed, and arched his hand: "Master...... Master, you're back!"

The old man glanced at the abbot, he pointed to the stone chair opposite, and the abbot hurriedly sat down.

"You're all the ones who are in charge, why are you still so impatient? Have you forgotten everything I taught you?"

The old man looked at the abbot and said with a chuckle.

The abbot wiped the beads of sweat from his face and said with a sneer: "I haven't seen Master for decades, isn't it too exciting?" ”

If Qiu Ze was here, he would be surprised, because the old man opposite the abbot was the one he had seen in the palace five or six years ago!

"Although I am your master, but I haven't taught you anything, you still call me by my name, you are now the abbot of Huangjue Temple, you can't always call me master, everything in Huangjue Temple is taken care of by you, I deserve to be the abbot." ”

This old man is the abbot of Huangjue Temple, and his name is Qingyun.

The abbot was stunned, and hurriedly stood up and said to Qingyun: "Don't dare!"

Qingyun waved his hand: "You sit down, I have something to discuss with you." ”

The abbot sat down and asked, "Master, is there something wrong in the Central Plains?"

Qingyun smiled, "Don't you know about the matter of the Devouring Sect?"

The abbot muttered: "I have sent hundreds of disciples to the border, they have changed their names and surnames, and they have dispersed into the army, with them, presumably the situation on the border can be alleviated, and it is unlikely that the Swallowing Sect and the Northern Yuan will fight back in the short term." ”

Qingyun nodded: "The Devouring Sect and the Northern Yuan have always been the henchmen of the Ming Dynasty, after hundreds of years of recuperation, they are already strong enough, and those disciples you sent are afraid that they will not be able to resist it." ”

The abbot said again: "Master don't have to bother, the decency of the Central Plains has already sent disciples to the Holy Yan Sect, and if the Devouring Sect wants to confront the decency of the entire Central Plains, it will be self-defeating! Not to mention...... More than 300 years ago, it was the master and the Qingyi Ancestor who joined forces to defeat the master of the Devouring Sect, presumably with the presence of the Master and the Qingyi Ancestor, and the Devouring Sect did not dare to move, at most it was just a few small actions. ”

Qingyun shook his head: "You are too naïve, the decency of the Central Plains will not necessarily help us with all their might, they are different from us, we not only have to resist the Devouring Sect, but also resist the foreign race, guarding the Daming Dynasty, they just want to hold their own territory, although they have sent disciples, they are all junior disciples, and they will not have much impact on the situation on the border, and the heaviest burden is still on our Huangjue Temple, in this matter, we can't rely on others alone." ”