Green waves, sea of clouds.

The green smoke of Yuan Na swirled along Cui Wei's mountain, like a pale silk silk, gently hanging on the tall towering trees.

Following the guidance of the green smoke, I looked down and saw that among the mountains of the mountains, a strict and simple stone house was lined up on the flat land on the top of the largest mountain.

This mountain forest is the first major faction in the Central Plains, where the dignified Huayang faction is located - Qingluan Peak, and in that stone house, there lives Chu Xiuping, the head of the current Huayang faction, as well as his family of four and his fourteen disciples.

Fourteen disciples, to be precise, should be fifteen disciples, because ten years ago, Chu Xiuping's most proud disciple, the eldest disciple Fang Rulan, won the first place in the competition for the selection of disciples of the sect in charge of the sect, and he had already transferred to the main peak of Huayang in charge of the sect to study, and there were only fourteen "junior disciples" who were relatively "not very successful" left.

To tell the truth, the decline of the wind gate has been a long time, after all, the "hidden" characteristics of the wind gate spell master are also destined to be difficult for practitioners who are not talented enough to achieve great success, not to mention that in addition to the water gate that exclusively accepts female disciples, the other four doors are all some bloody teenagers, just ask the dignified seven-foot man how many are willing to give up the majestic offensive spells and not learn, but go to the trouble to study the necessary skills of oil on the soles of the feet and sliding the door to pick the lock?

If it is weak, it is not easy to accept apprentices, and if it is not good to accept apprentices, it will be even more declining. For example, to put it in the future, it is like some poor ghosts in later generations, who ran to buy lottery tickets when they had no money, but since they had no money, they naturally couldn't buy a few, and it was naturally difficult to buy less, and it was difficult to waste money, and wasting money was naturally poorer. Therefore, the results of the disciples of the sect and the head of the sect have naturally become the most troublesome problem that has plagued the heads of the wind sect in the past dynasties.

Chu Xiuping, who has always been known for his resourcefulness and wit in the entire Huayang faction, is no exception. Although it may be blessed by the destiny of heaven, or maybe it is the manifestation of the ancestor, the wind gate will produce a genius with a crown of five doors in the past dynasties, think that back then, the first head of the wind gate Xuan Chendao people is the most proud protégé of the ancestor Yuanchen Sanren, and the previous heads of the sect are all one of the top four without exception in the competition before entering the head of the sect for further study. Chu Xiuping was shocked at that time, and at the youngest age, he won the palace army, and Fang Rulan ten years ago had no suspense and won the championship in one fell swoop, even if he was known as a thousand disciples, none of the Thunder Gate of the Majestic Huayang could bring him the slightest obstacle. But as the saying goes, the blessing of misfortune depends on the blessing of misfortune, although five years ago Rulan led the way, but the outbreak quota of the wind gate once in a generation was quietly used up without accident.

If conditions permit, Chu Xiuping, who is only in his early forties, really can't wait to change his disguise and go into battle in person to get back his not too old face that is about to be lost.

However, at this time, Chu Xiuping didn't have the heart to think about these bad things a few months later, and the troubles in front of him had already made him like the green smoke curling Qingluan Peak, anxious and smoky!

"Chu Yunyi, you little rabbit cub hurry up and get out of here, if you hide it later, I will find out, you don't have to think about it for me this month!" With the chaotic sound of birds flapping their wings in the forest, an angry rebuke piercing the clouds and cracking stones, accompanied by that hatred, went straight through the clouds, dispelling the white clouds that shrouded the peak. And follow the prestige, I saw that in the ancestral hall of Fengmen to worship the ancestors, a middle-aged man dressed in a long cyan robe, a Chinese face, a short beard, thick eyebrows but small eyes rushed out in a hurry, and the long belt was accidentally hung on the edge and corner of the threshold, and he hurriedly pulled him, almost tripping him and falling down.

That's right, this Taoist with an angry face and no grace is Chu Xiuping, the head of the Fengmen who has always been known as rigorous and serious in front of people.

I saw that his body leaned over, and there was a great tendency to fall, but the left hand that was tightly clenched into a fist had already turned into a fist and pointed at it, and with a slight sweep, the taut belt was easily cut, and at the same time, the sword box behind him flashed, and a blue fairy sword soared out, and his body also changed its previous momentum, and gently floated on the back of the sword without a trace. Glancing behind him, he looked at the broken half-cut belt, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he turned away.

Good Kung Fu!

Even if he was furious and thunderous, Chu Xiuping's light and skillful body was still like a ghost.

I saw that he disappeared into the stratus clouds in a moment, and in the blink of an eye after his figure disappeared, a cyan figure holding a bird's nest fell silently on the locust tree at the door.

"Little bird, little bird, fortunately, your father and mother flew away in time, covering up the sound on the locust tree and the fluctuation of spiritual power, otherwise I would be doomed to be unable to escape from today's beating. The young man who gently stroked the birds chirping in the bird's nest, dressed in green clothes, had a delicate appearance, and had thick eyebrows and small eyes like Chu Xiuping, but his face was much rounder, although he was slightly immature, but it was also more pleasing to the eye. He shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Little ones, don't scream, your father and mother won't want you, I will put you back later, and in less than half an hour, they will be back, if you are hungry, call a few more times, and I will go and get you some food first." ”

Although they couldn't understand what the stupid boy was saying, the hungry birds naturally continued to cry hoarsely and desperately.

"Okay, I'll go now, not yet. The young man smiled helplessly, gently put down the bird's nest, and turned around and walked into the ancestral hall that had "survived the catastrophe".

The apples in the tribute plate were bitten separately and inserted straight into the candlestick; the steamed buns were painted with colorful colors one by one, and the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were drawn one by one, like pigs lying on the table; small holes were dug out of the futons one after another, and incense candles that were still burning were put into them; and the spiritual seats were stacked together to form a dangling architectural model.......

"Alas, the apples are too hard for them to bite, and the steamed buns are so colourful that God knows if they will be poisoned if they eat them, and the candles can't be eaten......... Forget it, take a risk, go to Yunmeng and get some osmanthus cake, the most dangerous place is the safest place, and you shouldn't be hit squarely. The boy walked around the ancestral hall, thought about it, and decided to go somewhere else.

Turning around, he caught a glimpse of the half-broken belt.

"Haha, old man, you are not happy to say that you are old, you want to catch me, look, you almost fell on a big horse!" The young man bent down gently, picked up the half of the belt, looked at the small hook that had been chiseled out of the smooth section of the threshold, smiled, reached out and took out a small piece of wood from the placket, re-embedded it in the threshold, and quietly smoothed out the small hook that was harmful.

But just as the young man was holding the belt of his clothes and looking up with a smile, he saw a familiar face that could not be more familiar, and he poked it in front of him in a daze.

The belt of the clothes that was still clutched tightly a moment ago fell to the ground gently. For a moment, the young man felt that his whole heart was about to jump out.

"Look, those wooden cards are about to fall!" The young man pointed back sharply, and when Chu Xiuping heard this, his face changed angrily, and he hurriedly ran towards the ancestral hall.

But at the moment when Chu Xiuping and the young man passed by, a burst of blue light flashed behind the young man, and the agile body hurriedly jumped onto the fairy sword.

"Old man," the voice was full of pride, pride, provocation, and joy: "Later-will-there will be ......."