Seeing Xiao Yun say to leave, Han Chujin was really suspicious in his heart.

I really don't believe that Xiao Yun is Qingyun.

But seeing that Xiao Yun really didn't look like a lie, he also hesitated in his heart, and said in his heart that the result of divination was indeed Elder Qingyun of the Buddha Temple.

And if this person is really Elder Qingyun, then he can't be wrong!

After thinking about it, he was afraid that he would be rude, so he gave up his hand first, and then said, "Little master, is it really Elder Qingyun?"

"Replace it as if it were fake"

Xiao Yun smiled again and said, "Don't worry, what you are looking for is me, I know Yang Xiong, it won't be wrong, let's go first, isn't it then, see if we can save it?"

As soon as Han Chujin heard this, he thought about it a little more, and nodded: "That's good!"

As he spoke, he turned around and stepped forward, and a broadsword sword qi was spread flat under his feet, half a zhang wide and one zhang long: "Little Elder, please!"

Please Xiao Yun come up and take Xiao Yun to Qingcheng Mountain.

Xiao Yun didn't hesitate, nodded, and stood up directly.

Perceive the hardness of your feet like slate.

"Little Elder, are you already standing?"

"Hmm" Xiao Yun nodded again: "Let's go!"

"Good!"

Han Chujin no longer hesitated, pinched the sword technique, and suddenly soared into the sky, disappearing in a blink of an eye!

Below Tsing Yi couldn't help but take two steps forward and look at the sky, where the sword shadow had disappeared.

Inexplicably, Tsing Yi's heart was empty and slightly gloomy.

On the flying sword, Xiao Yun was only surprised.

He thought that with the speed of the flying sword, there must definitely be a gangfeng, but he didn't expect that there was a wall of qi on the sword obliquely blocking in front of them, and although Xiao Yun heard the howling wind on both sides, he was actually in a windless environment.

"Not bad, not bad"

I nodded secretly in my heart, not bad!

It's just that although there is no wind, I also feel that it is not so easy to speak.

When he saw this, he didn't talk nonsense, just stood there quietly, watching the surrounding clouds flash like mist from both sides of the sword, and saw that there was no shadow in the plain under the sword, and the green mountains disappeared in an instant, so for two days and two nights, the two of them did not rest, did not speak, just galloped all the way, straight to noon on the third day, Xiao Yun saw a group of mountains in front of him, and a huge peak in the mountains went straight into the sky, magnificent and majestic.

Xiao Yun only glanced at it, and vaguely felt that it was probably here.

Sure enough, as soon as his thoughts fell, the flying sword rushed straight to the giant peak, and after half an hour, the flying sword fell into a courtyard like a stone in the giant peak.

As soon as he fell, several figures flashed instantly, Xiao Yun looked left and right, all of them were white-bearded old swordsmen, and then one person glanced at Xiao Yun first, and then walked over and said, "Senior brother, where is the famous doctor you invited?"

Hearing this, Han Chujin pointed to Xiao Yun behind him: "He is"

"Him?"

The man glanced at Xiao Yun again, and then frowned: "Senior brother, what are you kidding, the little prince is in danger, if you don't invite a national player to come back, what are you doing with a little monk back!"

"Yes!"

There was another old man coming from behind, and his brows were even more twisted: "Abbot Ci'an has nothing to do, why did you find such a young monk to come over?"

"Don't worry!"

Han Chujin waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "It was measured by the Qianjin Dao Elder of the Tianji Gate, saying that Elder Qingyun can save the apprentice!"

"Elder Qingyun?"

Another old swordsman also looked at Xiao Yun: "You said him?"

He immediately stepped forward, pointed at Xiao Yun and said unceremoniously: "Boy, you are Qingyun, are you an elder?"

Xiao Yun frowned: "The monks don't speak, the little monk Qingyun, the elders don't dare to call it!"

"Elder doesn't say it first!"

As soon as the old swordsman heard Xiao Yun say that he was Qingyun, and saw that Xiao Yun didn't seem to be lying, he asked directly, "Can you save my nephew?"

"Yes!"

"Good!"

The old swordsman immediately nodded: "Don't talk nonsense, go, follow me to save people now!"

"Wait!"

As soon as the old swordsman finished speaking, the other person stopped again and objected: "No, senior brother, the little prince is in danger! What if he is a spy from an enemy country!"

"What a spy!"

Han Chujin was immediately dissatisfied when he heard this, and glared at the swordsman: "Wang Shiyuan, what do you mean!"

Wang Shiyuan also frowned when he heard this: "What do you mean by returning me, now that the little prince is unconscious, you have been out for so many days, it is not good to find someone, and you have brought back a child you don't know, you are embarrassed to ask me what I mean! You don't want to see how you are a master!"

"You give me less nonsense!"

Han Chujin sneered when he heard this, and pointed at Wang Shiyuan: "You know that I am the master, then who will I find to save my apprentice, what are you doing!"

"Ho!"

Wang Shiyuan sneered: "What are you doing with me? If you let the people in the palace know that the little prince died in Qingcheng Mountain, do you think the Qingcheng Sword Sect can still stay!"

"That's it!"

There was a real arguing on their side, and a real old man with gray hair and a hunchback on crutches walked in through the gate outside.

As soon as the old man came in, including Han Chujin, they all bent down and saluted: "Master (uncle, uncle)!"

"Hmm"

The old man nodded first, waved his hand, and told them to get up.

Then he walked towards Xiao Yun, looked him up and down slightly, and said slowly: "Old decay and high guard, I have seen the little elder."

Say goodbye

Xiao Yun saw that he was too old, so he returned the salute: "The little monk Qingyun has seen the old benefactor"

Bend down slightly.

Straighten up again, and notice that there are mermaids running in behind you.

Xiao Yun looked up and saw that the people inside were all Confucian, Romantic, and moral, as well as men, women, and children.

And first of all, it was an old monk with a white beard beating his chest and a little thin.

The old monk came in, and when he saw that everyone in Qingcheng Mountain was surrounding a little monk, he was also strange, took a step forward, and first called out to the high guard of Qingcheng Mountain: "Brother Gao Dao"

"Hmm"

Gao Shou turned around slightly and nodded to the old monk.

Then the old monk was slightly puzzled, and gently stretched out his hand and pointed at Xiao Yun: "This little disciple, why are you here?"

"Abbot Ci'an"

The second swordsman next to him who spoke to Han Chujin said slightly helplessly: "He was invited back by my senior brother, saying that he could save the little prince."

"Oh?"

Abbot Ci'an immediately shook his head slightly.

The heart said that it was probably a mistake, or that Han Chujin was in a hurry to go to the doctor, and invited the wrong person.

At that moment, he said kindly to Xiao Yun: "Child, don't be afraid, I am Ci'an, the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple, and tell me, which elder are you teaching from?"

After a pause, he smiled again: "Our Great Sui, all the monks, I am a little familiar with it, maybe I know your master"

He thought that the child would tell him who his master was.

But unexpectedly, the child frowned slightly, and suddenly asked him, "Are you a Buddhist monk?"

Ci'an was stunned for a moment, didn't know why, nodded and said with a smile: "The poor monk has been practicing since childhood, and now he is one hundred and twenty-nine years old, he should be regarded as a Buddhist monk."

Xiao Yun frowned when he heard this, stopped, and shook his head: "You're not!"