Qingcheng Shandong is more than 100 miles away from Jinzhou City, 20 miles southeast of Minjiang River, stretching for dozens of miles, surrounded by peaks and undulating, verdant and verdant forests, enjoying the reputation of "Qingcheng is secluded in the world".

The world knows that there is a heavenly master cave in Qingcheng, which is the place where the ancestor Zhang Ling Zhang Tianshi obtained the Tao and cultivated, the legend is that when the heavenly master soared, the purple gas came from the east in a radius of 100 miles from Qingcheng Mountain, and the auspicious clouds rose everywhere, and the people of the land of Bashu exclaimed the immortals, so the ancestor left a pair of male and female dragon and tiger swords were also passed down by mouth in the land of Bashu, but it was also very famous.

Almost everyone in the land of Bashu knows that there is a Qingcheng faction on Qingcheng Mountain, and it is also said that Qingcheng has sent immortals, but the Qingcheng faction seems to have only produced one Zhang Tianshi in the past eight hundred years, and the rest are just three or two kittens, and they have not made much waves on the rivers and lakes, as for the rest, they don't know anything.

Qingcheng Mountain is located in a remote area, and it is not in the Central Plains, without many sects to come to this poor mountain and bad water, this battle is naturally less.

It is actually a bit too much to say that it is a poor mountain and bad water, but the land of Bashu is indeed not prosperous, even if the incense was strong when Zhang Tianshi soared, it was only compared to before, and there were some other Taoist disciples who came to talk about the Tao in ten days and half a month, as for the people who really traveled dozens of miles, hundreds of miles, thousands of miles to Qingcheng Mountain, there were really not many people.

The disciples of the Qingcheng faction are also happy to see it, anyway, there are really not many disciples of the Qingcheng faction, if they really fight and kill, maybe one day they will really cut off the incense, but they have no shame to see the old ancestor.

"Little junior brother, it's time to get up!"

"Little junior brother, open the door, senior brother has something important to tell you!"

There is a rare guest in the back mountain of Qingcheng Mountain today, a middle-aged Taoist priest with excellent appearance.

In the past, there was not much in the Houshan Patriarch Palace, and the Patriarch Hall would only come here to incense when each generation of heads changed, and there was a special person responsible for the usual cleaning, not to mention the younger generation of Qingcheng.

The head of this generation is surnamed Zhang, when he was brought back by his master, the master asked him what his name was, he said that in the past, he only thought it was dead, and the name was re-taken by himself, the word Ling, according to his own words, it was to ask for an auspicious fortune, maybe one day he would become the second Zhang Tianshi, his master was not annoyed, nor did he punish him for offending the patriarch of the Kaipai, and he smiled and let him work harder, maybe one day he will become the master of the immortals.

The head of this term has been passed down to the seventeenth generation, but unfortunately the head of the family is also surnamed Zhang, but it is not the Zhang of the immortal Zhang Ling Zhang Tianshi, but a wild boy brought back from nowhere by the previous head.

In front of the patriarch's hall is the head of the Qingcheng faction, wearing a bucket-shaped five-mountain crown, a white jade hairpin, wearing a green shirt and robes, the temples are slightly white, with a small beard, and the face is ordinary, it is the kind that may not be found in the crowd, but the clothes and appearances look fairy, and it is impossible to see that it is already half a hundred years old.

"Little junior brother, can you open the door?"

"Senior brother knows that you are inside, open the door quickly, senior brother has something to tell you. ”

The middle-aged Taoist gathered in front of the ancestral hall of Qingcheng Mountain, tilting his head to listen to the movement inside, but he didn't hear footsteps inside.

"There are no junior disciples here, only a few old ancestors. ”

There was a mockery from inside, and his tone was angry, and he didn't take this senior brother outside the door seriously at all.

"Hmph, junior brother, are you such a senseless person as a senior brother?"

The middle-aged Taoist robes outside the door swayed and snorted softly, this hand looked good, and it had the demeanor of a Taoist person.

"Hehe, you fooled me like this last time, junior brother, I won't believe you anymore. ”

The middle-aged man outside the door of the patriarch's hall heard the person in the house say this, he knew that he was wrong, his expression was stiff, he turned his head to look at it weakly, and saw that there was indeed no one around, so he changed his serious face just now, and put his head on the door with his head in the hole in the door to look inside.

"Good junior brother, just share a little with me..."

"No, I can't be your good junior brother!"

"Half a gourd, let me go!"

"Heh, I only have a small half pot for you?" a sneer came from inside the door, as if I had heard some funny joke.

A young man lay down on the futon in front of the patriarch's hall, and it was the young Taoist priest who took two children down the mountain to buy yellow charms yesterday.

This is a good thing, shook the gourd in his hand, the wine in it shook, pulled out the stopper on the gourd, brought it to his mouth and took a small sip, and then quickly re-plugged the stopper.

The young man lying on the futon smacked his lips and smiled.

The middle-aged Taoist robe outside the door moved his nose slightly, and walked back and forth in front of him a few times, completely losing his Taoist demeanor.

Although there are not many rules in Qingcheng, Qingcheng is also a disciple of Taoism, and quitting alcohol is one of the real rules and precepts.

There are not many disciples in Qingcheng, which is also the most important reason for the lack of rules in Qingcheng, there are only thirty people in the huge Qingcheng faction, and most of them are juniors, and there are only five people left in the generation of the head of the family.

"Ahem...... If I don't open the door again, I'll go and invite Qingwei's girl. ”

"You ......"

Seeing that the little junior brother inside was unmoved, he coughed, threw his big sleeves, stood up, restored the Taoist demeanor of the fairy wind and bones, turned around and raised his feet to make a gesture and was about to go out of the back mountain.

"Senior Brother Qinghengzi, please stay!"

Just now, the little junior brother who opened the face and who is a bad seed gritted his teeth and stopped the middle-aged Taoist who was about to go down the mountain.

The middle-aged Taoist of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone lost his shape in the next moment, turned around with a smile, and swept into the Patriarch Palace.

The main entrance of the patriarch's hall is a shrine, a portrait of the patriarch of the school is hung in the center of the hall, the portrait is a white-haired and white-bearded old man, his left hand caress his beard, and his right hand holds a peachwood magic sword.

In front of the shrine, there is a small incense burner of three tripods, and there is no sandalwood to ignite, and then there are three futons made of cattails, and there are two old incense burners in the main hall, which looks like some years.

Of course, the most eye-catching in the ancestral hall is the column next to the two main halls, written with the eight big characters of "Dragon Flying Phoenix Dance", the handwriting is sloppy, it is really not much better than the ghost painting talisman on the Daomen rune, the left and right stone pillars are engraved with "Qingxiao Town Law, Lingyin Chicheng" eight big characters, hundreds of years have passed, the handwriting is not the slightest blur, the pen power is really amazing, through the stone three points.

"Why don't you stay in your Shangqing Palace, what will I do!"

"Senior brother, I have nothing to do in the Shangqing Palace, and I feel it in my heart, so I pinched my fingers and counted it, and I calculated that there is something here that is related to my senior brother. ”

The middle-aged Taoist put his thumb against the tip of his middle finger and made a gesture of pinching his fingers.

The young Taoist snorted secretly, although he knew that the middle-aged Taoist was cultivating the Heavenly Machine Law in the "Qingcheng Secret Record", but he still didn't believe that he, a "sanctimonious" senior brother, was so expected, and remembered that when he was just taken up the mountain by the master, the senior brother fooled him.

"Little junior brother, it's better to follow me to cultivate my Heavenly Machine, and when I cultivate to a small level, I will pass on the position of head to you. ”

"Second Senior Brother, can you really be the head of this method after cultivating it?"

"Naturally, do you think Senior Brother will deceive you into a little doll?"

At that time, I thought that the head of the faction sounded magnificent, so I was really stupid to follow my senior brother for three years to practice this Raushzi Heavenly Technique.

The Qingcheng faction cultivates the most important word "nothing", because it starts from the word "nothingness", so it advocates that the practice starts from the highest and cultivates the best, and among them, the method of opening up the heavens is the most. In the "quiet inaction", the emphasis is prominently on the mind and inaction, that is, the mind is quiet and inaction, and opposes only knowing how to be quiet outside, and not knowing how to seek clarity and quietness inside. Therefore, if the mind is quiet and does nothing, it will give birth to promising, and if the mind is quiet and reactive, it will give birth to merit.

When young Taoists practiced this exercise when they were young, they just sat dry every day, but how could a half-old child meditate and keep his nature, even if he reluctantly sat down, it was just external, but the true taste of it was not comprehended by three points, and later he learned that this Heavenly Technique was not a person with great perseverance and great wisdom who could not get its essentials.

However, when the Heavenly Machine Law was completed, it was known as "although the world is big, but it is only between three inches of fingers", and the remaining predecessors of the Qingcheng faction have commented that this exercise is not inferior to the heavenly and human induction realm mentioned in the Taoist classics.

He naturally believed what the Qingcheng faction's predecessors said in the commentary, but if anyone told him that the senior brother in front of him who looked good could achieve great success, he would rather see Shui Qingwei's nephew than admit it.

Not to mention anything else, have you ever seen a Daoist who has cultivated the Fa and attained the Dharma who would come to the Patriarch's Hall for a small half pot of turbid wine to beg for it! No matter how you look at it, the young Taoist has never known why the master would choose such a fake and serious apprentice to be the head of the sect, and he thinks that except for himself, whoever sits in this head is more suitable than Zhang Ling, a guy who has the same sound as the patriarch of the Kai School.

"Leave me some!"

"Little junior brother, don't you still believe in senior brother?"

The senior brother squeezed his brows, and said with a shy smile, the little junior brother will definitely not be able to fight him, although he is not proficient in too many martial arts techniques, but how to say that the cultivation is also more than half a jiazi, the little junior brother is naturally incomparable, as for resistance? The previous few times it has been proved that as soon as the door of the ancestral hall is opened, the little junior brother will become a mouse in the palm of the middle-aged Taoist, and let others handle it!

"I'll just take one sip!"

"Hmph,"

The young Taoist turned his head and snorted, he couldn't bear to see the little half-pot of wine he had worked so hard to secretly call was gone.

"Smack!" Catching the gourd, the young Taoist looked distressed.

As the saying goes, a bucket of water can't be shaken, and half a bucket of water jingles, but it won't make a sound when there is no water!

"Next time I go down the mountain, the little junior brother can drink more, but it's not fun at all!"

After throwing the gourd with little wine left to the little junior brother, the middle-aged Taoist walked out of the ancestral hall with his hands on his back, pacing slowly, and the middle-aged Taoist just stepped out of the ancestral hall with his heels, and the door here was "snapped" shut.

The middle-aged Taoist embarrassedly stretched out a hand and touched his nose, not really annoyed, but he felt that he had no face as the head of the house, the fifth junior sister has always been like this, and now the junior brother is also like this.

Sighing lightly, the robe swollen and he got off the Qingcheng Sect Houshan Patriarch Palace, and walked out of half a mile away, a clear voice came, I don't know if I forgot to say it just now or what.

"Little junior brother, the nephew of the fifth senior sister Qingwei said that she wants to enter the ancestral hall for three years, and come to the Shangqing Palace tomorrow to discuss matters!"