Nanming Town is located in the west of Zhenhai County of the Great Chu State, where the north and south are the Shenshou Valley and the Imperial Sword Villa, the left is adjacent to the Hundred Beast Mountain, and the right is connected to the Muming Zhenfang City. The area of Nanming Town is only more than 1,000 miles, but it is famous for its abundant rainfall, numerous lakes and springs, and fertile soil. It is precisely this that has attracted many people to settle down here, and the people are prosperous. Yunhe Taoist Temple is built on the Shuangyan Mountain in the northeast direction of Nanming Town, and dozens of temples and pavilions built by the mountain are dotted with the sea of clouds in Cangshan Mountain, which makes this place quite a bit of dust.

Yunhe Temple is a well-known Taoist resort, and there are many people from other counties who come to visit the incense burner. Today, a young man in a white shirt came to the governor's cabinet of the Cloud Crane Temple. This person is only in his early twenties, but his demeanor and speech are calm and moderate, and he looks like a scholarly child. He has a straight nose and clear eyes, his expression is restrained, he sits on a wooden chair, and the bowl lid in his hand gently brushes a little floating tea in the cup, and his movements are so natural and chic.

Opposite sat an old Taoist priest, with his head tied in a bun, his beard and hair were white, and his expression was peaceful. At this moment, he had a letter in his hand and read it carefully. If the local people can recognize this person at a glance, it is the owner of this Yunhe Taoist Temple, Huayang Zhenren.

Huayang Zhenren read the letter, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said slowly: "It turned out to be Liu Xianshi, disrespectful!"

The young man said modestly: "Don't dare! Since it is the hometown of the teacher, you can call the teacher and nephew!"

Huayang Zhenren shook his head and sighed: "There is a difference between immortals, how dare the old Taoist be arrogant." ”

The white-shirted young man smiled dumbly and said: "The real person is already an outsider, don't stick to this title and empty words, if you don't dislike calling the disciple by his name, what do you think?"

Huayang Zhenren nodded when he heard this: "That's fine! This time, Yiwen was ordered to come to my temple to guard the town, and the old Taoist representatives of the Taoist temple and the villagers of Nanming Town are here to thank you!"

Liu Yiwen said happily: "Since it is the life of the family teacher, the disciple must volunteer." Besides, I haven't entered the world to practice yet, so this trip can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone. ”

Huayang Zhenren praised: "Yiwen is open-minded and doesn't mind wasting his cultivation time for me and other mundane things. Let me be in awe!"

"The real person is serious!"

"I have prepared a quiet courtyard in the back mountain, and try not to affect Yiwen Qingxiu. ”

"Then there will be work!"

......

More than an hour later, Liu Yiwen arranged everything and sat on the Taishi chair in the living room.

It has been more than half a year since the Dabi of the Zongmen, and the master returned to Yuquan Peak shortly after the Dabi ended. He summoned all the fellow disciples and asked about the situation after leaving and the competition. In the first round of the competition, only Wen Tao and Yang Qiyin qualified. In the second round, the fifteen disciples were divided into three groups to compete, and the top three in each group directly won and entered the top ten, and the remaining six entered the knockout round to fight for the last place. Yang Qiyin won the top ten, and Wen Tao finally lost.

Liu Yiwen felt sorry for Wen Tao for a long time in his heart, and also spoke out to comfort him. However, Wen Tao has always been a little depressed, and he also feels helpless. Just over half a month ago, Shen Zhao summoned Liu Yiwen and several fellow disciples to tell him something: a disciple was needed to go to a secular place to protect the safety of a Taoist temple. Liu Yiwen has been grateful for the gifts he has received from his master several times since he was accepted into the door, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to take over the matter. Shen Zhaodong nodded in agreement after a little thought.

It turned out that when Shen Zhaodong had not yet embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, he had been a Taoist boy in the Yunhe Taoist Temple in Nanming Town for three years. When he was young, he was also a lonely man, but fortunately he was taken in by a Taoist in the temple so that he would not starve to death on the streets. Later, it was discovered that Xianji was with him, and he was introduced to the Imperial Sword Villa to learn the profound Dao method.

Shen Zhaodong has always been grateful for this. Even though the old Dao Immortal has passed away for many years, he is also very helpful in the things in the view. The Huayang real person he talked to just now was six years older than Shen Zhaodong and had a friendship with him for several years. Shen Zhaodong has always been known as a senior brother.

Recently, a group of bandits have appeared in this Nanming Town out of nowhere, which has made the people angry and resentful here. Many villagers reported to the officials because of this, but these bandits were very well informed, and every time the officers and soldiers came to encircle and suppress, they disappeared, making them pounce on the air. Over time, the government just responded to the scene, and there were no more moves.

Yunheguan has always had a practice of martial arts since the opening of the school, and there are many famous innate masters. The villagers continued to petition and the Taoist temple benefited from the township, and it was the right to set an example against the traitors, so they sent the masters of the temple to deal with the bandits. The first few times it was really effective, but this last time, when several Taoist masters made a move, they found that one of the bandits actually knew immortal arts. Not surprisingly, they were severely injured and are still bedridden. Huayang Zhenren knew a little about the immortal cultivators, and felt that it was a little tricky, so he wrote to ask for help, and he had this trip outside the mountain.

Somewhere on the mountainside of Zangjian Peak, the mountain spring is clear, and it is verdant. There is an open place here, which is sunken inward, and a young man in Xuanyi is practicing swordsmanship with a bronze ancient sword. It's early spring, but the heat emanating from the sword body makes it feel like midsummer. The young man seemed to be absent-minded, and the sword momentum was sometimes violent and sometimes sluggish, making people feel a little unhappy. The young man practiced for a while and stood with his sword drawn, looking into the distance and becoming silent.

But after a while, a middle-aged man came behind him, coughed lightly, and called, "Song'er!"

When the young man heard this, he looked back and hurriedly saluted, "I've seen the third uncle!"

Wei Maoji said lightly: "What are you thinking?"

Wei Song's face was hot, and he covered up: "I didn't think about anything, I just got tired from practicing and rested for a while." ”

Wei Maoji couldn't see that this nephew was angry about the results of the sect competition. He walked over Wei Song to the edge of the platform and sighed: "This time, Dabi thought that the opportunity was not small, but he unexpectedly lost to that kid from Yuquan Peak. It's really better to be a human being than a god!"

Wei Song's face turned red, and he lowered his head and said, "It's my nephew who is useless and disgraces you." ”

Wei Maoji looked back at him and said earnestly: "Song'er! Among the generations of sons and nephews, you are the most valued by me and my second uncle. The future and hope of the Wei family will fall on your shoulders. Don't take this defeat to heart, even if you can't get the top ten of the big competition, your second uncle and I will find a way to get Ning Yuan Dan for you. ”

Wei Song's eyes flashed, and he said stubbornly: "No! I will enter the top ten in the next big competition!"

Wei Maoji was stunned, nodded and said, "Okay! worthy of being a descendant of my Wei family!

But after a while, Wei Maoji left, leaving Wei Song alone. He stood still and couldn't help but think back to the competition of that day:

I saw six "lotus petals" whistling in the wind, "Falling feather!" A few vague words came out of Liu Yiwen's mouth.

In an instant, the strange "lotus petals" and the "fish" met.