Zhongnan Mountain, Chongyang Palace.

An old Taoist with crane hair and a childish face was sitting on the futon, exuding an aura of affinity, like an immortal. This veteran is the contemporary head of the Quanzhen School, and Changchun Zhenren Qiu is in charge.

And under his seat, there are five futons, four of which are sitting cross-legged, and the rest are empty.

After the five futons, there were dozens of disciples sitting cross-legged, these disciples were all three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, each wearing a yellow and white robe, like a little yellow man.

"Just now, a disciple inquired that there was a man who claimed to be a Mongolian prince, and he was coming straight to my Zhongnan Mountain with a team of men and horses," Qiu Chuji said, "He said that he was going to ask for marriage with the little dragon girl of the Ancient Tomb Sect." Listen, everyone, the ancient tomb is the place where I sent the Chongyang Patriarch to cultivate in the past, and it will never be defiled by outsiders!"

"Where's Zhi Bing!" Qiu Chuji focused on the one at the front of the five futons, "Why haven't you come back yet?"

A crooked-hatted Taoist priest next to him showed a hidden smile in his eyes, he arched his hand and said, "If you go back to the palm of the sect, Senior Brother Zhen, he hasn't returned to the mountain gate for more than ten days." The disciple heard that he was at the bottom of the mountain, fell in love with a beautiful girl, and he had long wanted to go down the mountain to return to the world, but the disciple never reported it, just for fear of disturbing you. ”

Qiu Chuji frowned: "How can there be such a thing? At the moment of the great enemy, as the chief disciple, he can't come forward with his duties, it's really disappointing!"

"However, the position of guarding the mountain gate is related to the honor and disgrace of my Quanzhen Sect, and it is extremely important, who should be sent!"

The crooked hat Taoist priest hurriedly swore and said, "Disciple Zhao Zhijing, I am willing to go!"

The flowers bloom at two ends, one on each branch.

At this time, under the mountain, Guo Jing, Yang Guo, Zhao Lang and others had already begun to climb the mountain.

Yang Guo was seriously injured, and in desperation, Zhao Lang Guo Jing only had to get money, hired two porters, and carried him up the mountain with a small wooden sedan chair, and walked halfway up the mountain, and finally saw the welcome pavilion in front of the Quanzhen faction.

"Brother Zhao, Uncle Guo, I'm tired of you," During this time, Yang Guo was tormented, Guo Jing and Zhao Lang used their true qi to suppress the surging true qi in Yang Guo's body, and the loss was quite large.

Zhao Lang smiled and was silent, this distance is actually nothing.

It was Guo Jing, looking at the welcome pavilion of the Quanzhen Sect, quite sighed, in a blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and I still remember the story of myself and the Quanzhen School, Ma Yu Ma Daochang is like a master-like professor, Wang Daochang and himself share hardships, and Qiu Daochang, but also his father's old friend, the master of his brother.

The past events came to mind one by one, and Guo Jing felt a lot of emotion for a while.

Yang Guo seemed to remember something, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Guo, you and Brother Zhao are both learning the internal skills of the Quanzhen School, so the Taoist priests in the Quanzhen School must be very powerful in martial arts!"

Guo Jing said with a smile: "This is natural, the Quanzhen Sect is the number one faction in the martial arts, and the founder of the Quanzhen Sect, Chongyang Zhenren, is the number one master in the world, you say, is the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect powerful?"

The bear child Yang Guo's face showed a wistful expression: "The number one master in the world, isn't that even more powerful than Uncle Guo, then if I can worship Chongyang Zhenren as a teacher and learn the martial arts of Chongyang Zhenren, wouldn't Brother Zhao be able to beat me?"

Zhao Lang knocked on Yang Guo's head with a brain melon, and said with a smile: "Little rabbit, what do you want!"

"Chongyang Zhenren is indeed a well-deserved number one master in the world, but he has been immortal for many years. And his junior brother, that is, my brother-in-law Zhou Botong, is a first-class grandmaster in the martial arts, but he is also not in Chongyang Palace all the year round. Zhao Lang raised his head, looked at the corner of the Chongyang Palace that emerged from the mountain, pursed his lips, and said with a smile, "The current ruler of the Quanzhen Sect is the seventh son of Quanzhen, a disciple of Chongyang Zhenren. ”

Zhao Lang smiled, a little disapproving, he didn't have a good impression of the Quanzhen faction: "To be honest, after Wang Chongyang died, the innate skills were lost again, and the top peerless martial arts couldn't be passed on. And their martial arts"

If the Seven Sons of Quanzhen are still alive, there is still some deterrence, after all, the original Big Dipper Seven Star Array is a peerless formation that the Five Absolute Masters have to deal with carefully.

It's a pity, among the seven sons of Quanzhen, Lao Tan was slapped to death by Ouyang Feng when he was shooting the condor, and Ma Yu died a few years ago, feathering and ascending to immortals, and the Seven Star Gathering of Combined Attack Techniques, which can be seen a little bit in the past, has not yet been created at this time, and the current Quanzhen Sect is unprecedentedly fragile.

Otherwise, in the original book, Ridarba and Huo Du would dare to hit Zhongnan Mountain so casually? If Zhou Botong was in Chongyang Palace at that time, he would teach them how to be human beings in minutes.

"How about martial arts? Brother Zhao, don't sell Guanzi!" The bear child Yang Guo's face fell, he was originally a very smart person, so he naturally guessed something, "Their martial arts are not very good, right? Uncle Guo, the martial arts of the seven sons of Quanzhen are not as good as you, right?"

Guo Jing's face showed an embarrassed expression, he naturally would not belittle the Quanzhen Seventh Son, but if he denied that he was better than the Quanzhen Seventh Son, it didn't seem right, it was a bit too rude.

After all, his family knows his own affairs, and Guo Jing also understands his current strength, with his martial arts success, any of the seven sons of Quanzhen come to him, and it is not enough for him to slap him a few times, but this kind of thing, can you say it casually?

"This, many Dao masters of the Quanzhen Sect have refined the authentic heart method of the Xuanmen, all of them are people with superb martial arts and profound Taoism, and your Uncle Guo is still far behind them!"

Zhao Lang pursed his lips and sneered: "Senior father, don't open your eyes and talk nonsense, it's okay, Qiu Chuji's bull-nosed martial arts, five tied together, it is estimated that they can't be slapped by you, why are you flattering them so much?"

Guo Jing was anxious: "Lang'er, how can you be so rude to Qiu Dao Chang!"

"I'm just telling the truth," Guo Jing is not Zhao Lang's master, he can't control Zhao Lang, and he can only be abused in terms of eloquence, so Zhao Lang has no fear.

However, Zhao Lang only now discovered that in the golden book, Guo Jing and Qiao Feng actually have one thing in common, that is, they say that they admire and admire, and they are ashamed of themselves, but they really do it, and they are both masters who can slap their opponents.

Only careful people will discover the essence of these two pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, Zhao Lang is clever, but he will not take this kind of overly humble words seriously.

However, Guo Jing is polite to the seven sons of Quanzhen, Zhao Lang will not be like this, he can't get used to those bull noses of the Quanzhen Sect, he just can't get used to it, there is no need to be false and wrong.

"Master, what are you doing with such a bull's nose in respect of the Quanzhen Sect, we have all bowed to Brother Zhou, in terms of seniority, they still have to call you and me Uncle Shi!"

Ahem, Guo Jing's wife is Zhao Lang's master, Zhao Lang is Zhou Botong's sworn brother, and Zhou Botong is Guo Jing's sworn brother, that is to say, Guo Jing and his gang are a generation higher than Zhao Lang, and for a while, they can be regarded as Zhao Lang's second brother

Gotcha, this generation is messy.

Guo Jing was sweating profusely, his face was red, and in terms of eloquence, where could he match Zhao Lang, just the strange relationship network between the two of them was enough to make Guo Da stupid.

"Oh oh oh!" Looking at Guo Jing's expression, Yang Guo couldn't understand it, and his face suddenly fell, "I knew that your martial arts were better than theirs!

Guo Jing hurriedly comforted: "Come on, why do you think so!"

"That's what it is!" Yang Guo snorted, "If you like me, how can you send me to such a place where there are three sects and nine streams?

"In that case, you might as well not take me in at the beginning, leaving me helpless and dead!

Guo Jing's face changed greatly, and when he heard the four big words 'fatherless and motherless', he remembered that back then, the righteous brother who died in front of him, he was full of remorse, and snorted angrily, "Don't talk nonsense", and his right hand was already full of true qi and raised it high!

"Senior Daddy calm down, don't be impulsive!" Zhao Lang smiled bitterly, and the stick and sword in his hand were already blocking Yang Guo's face.

Guo Jing's slap, can he be taken casually? If this slap continues, even if Yang Guo's body is beaten with iron, it will have to turn into a lump of scrap iron.

Guo Jing snorted coldly, although he was angry, he had not lost his mind, he snorted angrily, and slapped his palm to the stone tablet next to him.

Rumble!

There was an explosion! This stone tablet inscribed by Qiu Chuji was suddenly split into two pieces!

The bear child Yang Guo was stupid, and stood in place in a daze, at a loss, but it was Zhao Lang, with a look of longing in his eyes.

Is this the power of the martial arts world? A hard rock after a palm splits more than ten centimeters, this kind of palm power is worthy of Beixia Guo Jing!

"Don't say it, don't say it" Where did Yang Guo know that his sentence of "no father and no mother" would make Guo Jing so stimulated, and said again and again.

Guo Jing's gaze turned soft, touched Yang Guo's head, and persuaded: "Guo'er, Lang'er, the Taoist of the Quanzhen Sect are all my seniors, you can't be disrespectful to them, you know?"

Yang Guo nodded again and again: "I must have special respect for them." ”

Zhao Lang sneered: "I'm afraid that even if I respect them, it's useless." ”

On the mountain road, more than a dozen minions jumped out, it was the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, they were holding swords, and as soon as they spoke, they said: "Bold thieves, dare to make trouble in my Quanzhen Sect, I think you are impatient!"

Yes, Zhao Lang rolled his eyes, he had intervened in so many things, this battle of Chongyang Palace was still encountered, is this the legendary plot inertia?

I don't know if there's a chance to see the little dragon girl of this plane!

Whether it is the beautiful dragon girl in white or the very silly and cute dragon bag in the sky

PS: Ahem, it's going to be Zhongnan Mountain soon, do you want a xiaolongbao, or a little dragon girl! Or, is it a xiaolongbao, trained by the protagonist, forced to lose weight and grow into a goddess Xiaolongnu! Welcome to speak. Roar!!