As the mountain breeze came over, Yang Miaoyun felt strange when she found that Shen Lian's clothes and hair were not moving at all. After all, she had practiced cultivation and could see that there were no power fluctuations around her. Therefore, how Shen Lian eliminated those winds could not be figured out at all.
In this way, she somewhat believed Shen Lian's lies.
Shen Lian said: "I know your name is Yang Miaoyun. You are twenty-eight years old. You were raised by Master Lingsu of Taisu Taoist Sect and you are her disciple. But do you know the origin of your name?"
Yang Miaoyun was startled. She also asked the master why he gave her this name, but the master did not explain it.
Shen Lian continued: "Your name was given by Lord Tai Suyuan."
Yang Miaoyun was surprised and said: "The Patriarch has countless disciples, why do you want to give me a name?"
Shen Lian smiled faintly and looked at the mountain gate opposite. At some point, there was a faint rainbow surrounding it. That was Lord Tai Suyuan's arrival at last.
He didn't explain, but said, "Follow me."
Shen Lian stood up from the stone and took a step forward. It was clearly empty space. When he landed, it was as if there was an invisible step, holding him firmly.
Yang Miaoyun naturally knew that if a cultivator was powerful, he could walk through the air as if walking on flat ground without the need for magical weapons or Taoist techniques. She followed Shen Lian forward, and was about to secretly use Taoist magic to fly over with a gust of wind, but suddenly she realized something was wrong, because she missed the step and felt the invisible steps.
She looked down and saw that it was still empty, and she admired Shen Lian even more.
The two walked slowly through the air and finally arrived at the mountain gate.
As soon as he entered the mountain gate, Yang Miaoyun heard the sound of a flute, which was full of twists and turns. It was the tune of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix. Unless a distinguished guest came here, this tune would never be played in the palace.
But she found that except for him and Shen Lian, no one else entered the mountain gate.
Then another bell rang, that was the Immortal Bell. This bell cannot be struck except by an immortal, and even an immortal can only strike it seven times in one breath. But the bell rang seven times and still kept ringing. When Yang Miaoyun followed Shen Lian to the palace gate, it rang a total of seven or forty-nine times, and the lingering sound was carried everywhere by the mountain wind.
As long as she could remember, the Immortal Bell had only rang once. That was when Yin Xianjun from Qingyang Temple came to pay homage to the mountain. However, the bell only rang three times, which was completely incomparable with the courtesy this time.
As a result, she couldn't help but feel a little scared. She wasn't stupid, so she couldn't figure out that the bell must be ringing to welcome Shen Lian. And now that she is with Shen Lian, she must be in the full view of her fellow disciples, and she can't help but feel hot.
Shen Lian said softly: "The function of the Immortal Bell is similar to the Taoist tiger and leopard thunder sound. It can cleanse the essence and cut the marrow. Now you can make good use of the magic power in your body and hide it in the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows, waiting for the aftertaste of the bell. Continue to cleanse your flesh and blood."
Yang Miaoyun originally knew the magical effect of hitting the fairy bell, but she was so frightened that she forgot about it. Fortunately, Shen Lian reminded her, and she quickly applied her magic power to the ancestral aperture between her eyebrows. She immediately felt warm and itchy all over her body. It’s useful for those who don’t get it.
Just like this, she couldn't help but stop.
Shen Lian was not in a hurry. Even though the palace door had opened and hundreds of women inside greeted him respectfully, he did not disturb Yang Miaoyun. After about a stick of incense, Yang Miaoyun came back to his senses.
When she looked at the teachers and fellow disciples who were slowly lining up in front of her, she almost fainted.
However, those Taisu disciples kept looking at Yang Miaoyun strangely. Many people thought that since the palace master asked us to come out to greet the distinguished guest, why did Yang Miaoyun follow the distinguished guest and seemed to be very close to him.
They all know that Yang Miaoyun is an orphan picked up by Master Lingsu, and his qualifications are only above average, so they don't take her seriously. But now that Yang Miaoyun was able to accompany the distinguished guest, he couldn't help but admire Yang Miaoyun in his heart.
After all, it was just an ordinary distinguished guest. This time, the palace owner actually asked seven supreme elders who had cultivated the Celestial Immortal Dao to ring the bell. What a courtesy it was. It had never happened before since the Taisu Dao Palace existed. It can be seen that the status of the distinguished guest is probably very high even in the fairy world.
They didn't even dare to think that Shen Lian's status was equal to that of Emperor Xuan who had just opened the immortal world, otherwise they would really be frightened.
Taisu Daozong was considered powerful in the world, but in the eyes of Emperor Xuan, he was actually as dust. If Lord Tai Suyuan had not been their ancestor, perhaps even Emperor Xuan would never have heard of Tai Su Dao Sect.
Among the group of Jurchens, the leader of the group of Jurchens was the contemporary Palace Master of Taisu Dao Palace. She was dressed in colorful clothes and had gold hairpins on her temples. She saluted Shen Lian and said, "I have met Tianjun. The Patriarch is waiting for you in Tianyun Pavilion."
When Yang Miaoyun saw the palace master saluting Shen Lian, she was at a loss and planned to avoid it, but she didn't know that her whole body was numb and she couldn't move her legs at all.
Shen Lian accepted her salute calmly and said calmly: "Take me in."
Palace Master Taisu quickly took Shen Lian in, and Shen Lian also held Yang Miaoyun's hand, which was even more fascinating.
In fact, Yang Miaoyun knew that she was incapable of controlling her body.
That day, Yun Pavilion was the forbidden area of Taisu Dao Sect. Only the palace master and the disciples who were about to succeed the palace master could enter and exit. This time, Shen Lian took Yang Miaoyun up. The master of Taisu Palace didn't mind at all, and many elders were thoughtful.
It was understandable that this distinguished guest should go in, but as a disciple of this palace, how could Yang Miaoyun go to Tianyun Pavilion, and the palace master did not stop him, which was simply strange.
Unless Yang Miaoyun is qualified to inherit the position of palace master, it will be a violation of the patriarchal law.
In fact, they have a basis for thinking this way. Because the next palace master of Taisu Dao Sect will always be appointed soon after the new palace master takes over. However, since this palace master took office, he has never mentioned who the next palace master will be. He has long been the first palace master of Taisu Dao Sect. The unanswered questions on everyone's mind.
Over the years, many people have made insinuations, but the palace owner has never answered.
Now it seems that it seems to be a bit of a compliment to Yang Miaoyun, and it seems to make sense when thinking of Shen Lian.
It's just that their thoughts are completely outside Shen Lian's mind.
Yang Miaoyun had no way of knowing all this, and just followed Shen Lian up the high building like a puppet on strings.
When we reached the top floor, there were only clouds and smoke floating slowly outside, and there was also some cloud smoke in the building. There were no other decorations inside, except for two futons. On one of the futons was a pretty girl about fifteen or sixteen years old.
Yang Miaoyun hurriedly knelt down, as did the Palace Master of Taisu Palace beside him.
After she knelt down, she was shocked to realize that she could control her body again.
The pretty girl is none other than Tai Su Yuanjun. As a disciple of Taisu Dao Sect, he had seen her image many times, so Yang Miaoyun would not admit her mistake.
Shen Lian moved forward and immediately appeared on another futon, sitting opposite Tai Suyuanjun.
"I just finished my retreat, so I don't think I'll be surprised if I didn't invite anyone to welcome Tianjun earlier." Tai Suyuanjun's voice was like that of a virgin, delicate and moving.