At this moment, Ji Yuan, Ju Yuanzi and others, who were regarded as masters by others, now had a very complicated and subtle mentality.
Ji Yuan felt that the day of the Xianyou Conference was finally approaching. Everything was fine on the flying boat of Xuanxin Mansion, but after getting off the boat, a sense of anticipation and excitement gradually grew stronger.
After all, it was a prestigious meeting of the immortal cultivation world. Could I meet a few real immortal masters? Would I run into the author of "Dream in the Clouds"? How many magical arts could I see? I hoped that fate would bring me everything I expected.
As for the people in Yuhuaishan, their feelings were equally complicated. They had not attended the Xianyou Conference for several years. In the past, the monks in the mountain gate had caused trouble during the discussion session.
Yangming, Qiu Feng and other immortals in Yuhuai Mountain were just juniors in front of Ju Yuanzi and had never participated in the Xianyou Conference, let alone the disciples. They were mostly excited but also nervous because of past events and the unfamiliar conference.
As for Ju Yuanzi, he has lived for so many years, and his cultivation has reached the peak in Yuhuai Mountain. His state of mind has changed a lot. Past events and the unknowns of the Xianyou Conference are nothing in front of him. There is no ripple in his heart. Ji Yuan is calm on the surface, but he is really calm.
"Mr. Ji, let's go to Jiufeng Mountain first. They will arrange accommodation for us. Of course, if we are not satisfied, we can also find a place to live outside."
Ji Yuan agreed to Ju Yuanzi's suggestion and nodded.
The eyes of several people lingered on the market of Ruanshan Ferry, and they walked towards an extremely conspicuous building on the ferry. There was a red flag floating on the top, and on the flag were written several large and dazzling characters - Dengxian Pavilion.
When Ji Yuan and his group from the Human Dao who were watching nearby walked toward the building and saw monks from the Jiufeng Mountain coming out to greet them at the door, they knew that these were the true authentic people from the Immortal Dao, the kind that had received an invitation to the Immortal Tour Conference.
A moment later, a monk from Jiufeng Mountain in a blue robe left Dengxian Pavilion with Ji Yuan, Yu Huaishan and his party. He waved his sleeve and a huge willow leaf flew out, which changed into the size of a small boat before their eyes.
"My fellow Taoists, please get on the Qingye Boat. My Jiufeng Mountain Taoist temple is both inside and outside of Ruan Mountain. You may not be familiar with the route, so I will take you to the mountain to rest."
"Well, thank you!"
Ju Yuanzi said a polite word and stepped onto the green leaves first, followed by Ji Yuan and the others.
The people from Jiufeng Mountain also mistook Ji Yuan for a cultivator from Yuhuai Mountain. Ji Yuan did not explain anything, so as to avoid having to ask him for an invitation separately, which he did not have. He would have to find the governor of Feizhou who had invited him that year. It was better to avoid trouble.
However, just as Ji Yuan stepped onto the Qingye Boat, before he even stepped on it, he heard someone calling him from afar.
"Mr. Ji... Mr. Ji... But Mr. Ji?"
The voice sounded familiar, but also a little strange. This was very strange. Ji Yuan's ears were extremely sharp and he could remember almost all the sounds he heard.
Not to mention human voices, even the barking of dogs, he could recognize every dog he had ever heard, and he had never encountered a sound that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Ji Yuan frowned and turned to look in the direction of the voice. Suddenly, his eyes brightened. A man with a spiritual charm was walking towards him quickly. He was wearing a light yellow robe, a small crown on his head and a golden hairpin. His middle-aged face was full of surprise.
Because of these two calls, the cultivators from Jiufeng Mountain and the people from Yuhuai Mountain naturally stopped what they were doing and looked at the newcomers.
Soon, the man walked up to Ji Yuan, stretched out his arms, bowed 90 degrees, and performed a great salute to Ji Yuan.
"Hello, Mr. Ji! I didn't expect it was really you. My master said you definitely wouldn't come here. Hahaha, he must be happy to see you!"
Ji Yuan's heart moved when he heard this, but he didn't show it on his face. He looked at the man who was speaking and nodded slightly but didn't say anything.
The man smiled and said something after he took the gift.
"Sir, you don't recognize me, do you?"
"hehe!"
Ji Yuan smiled mysteriously. He thought of a person. There was probably only one person in the world who could make him forget the voice after hearing it without using any magical powers. And the person in front of him obviously did not use any magical powers.
"Your Majesty has changed into a nicer appearance!"
The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and then his smile became even wider.
"As expected of you, Mr. Ji. You recognized me without any prompting from me. Yang Zong is impressed! But please don't address me as Mr. Ji again. I won't answer you if you dare to call me that!"
Seeing that Yang Zong looked middle-aged, Ji Yuan felt inexplicably relieved. He was really afraid that a little kid wearing a bellyband would pop out, which he, Ji, would find unacceptable.
Shaking off the funny thoughts in his mind, Ji Yuan looked around. Since Yang Zong was here, the old beggar should not be too far away, but he did not see him. The other party should not have seen him either, otherwise he would have come over.
"Where is your master?"
"Master is in Jiufeng Mountain. My brother and I came to the market in Ruanshandu to hang out. I didn't expect to meet you, sir. Yang Zong will never forget your kindness. Without you and my teacher, there would be no Yang Zong today!"
It is true that the old emperor has been reborn. He has gained great enlightenment between life and death, and his personality is completely different from before. In addition, he has changed into a lotus root body, so it is no wonder that Ji Yuan's ears could not distinguish the sound.
Thinking that the other party was using lotus root to reshape his body, Ji Yuan couldn't help but look up and down at Yang Zong's joints, wondering with some evil interest whether he would often break his hands and feet
"Uh, Mr. Ji, who is this?"
Ju Yuanzi didn't know who the person in front of him was, so why did Mr. Ji call him "Your Majesty"
Ji Yuan smiled and waved towards Yang Zongyi, whose mental state was very different.
"Fellow Daoist Ju, this one is the former Great Zhen Emperor, Emperor Yuande Yang Zong."
"Hmm? Emperor Yuande?" "Emperor Yuande!"
"What!?" "Didn't Emperor Yuande pass away?"
Ju Yuanzi, Yu Huaishan and the others all cried out in astonishment, but the cultivator from Jiufeng Mountain nearby was neither impatient nor urging them to hurry, but just carefully observed the scene in front of them.
Yang Zong quickly saluted everyone.
"Yang Zong greets all the senior immortals. You are right. Emperor Yuande has passed away. Now it is only Yang Zong!"
After Ju Yuanzi was surprised, his eyes suddenly flashed, and a possibility suddenly occurred to his mind, that is, to reshape the body and recreate the world.
'What a big deal!'
"Junior brother...Junior brother...why are you running so fast? I can't even keep up with you!"
Ji Yuan's familiar voice was heard from behind, and a young man who looked about the same age as Wei Yuansheng came running over hurriedly, holding a lotus leaf bag that was steaming in his hand.
He had grown taller and his clothes had become neater, but when Ji Yuan saw him, he felt that he was still the little beggar.
"Junior brother, if you run around again, I won't take you with me next time..."
The young man stopped talking halfway, swallowed the food in his mouth with a "gulp", and looked at Ji Yuan with wide eyes.
"Xiao You, don't you recognize me?"
"Mr. Ji! You are also here at the Xianyou Conference? That's great! Now my junior brother and I have another acquaintance!"
As he spoke, Lu Xiaoyou handed the lotus leaf bag in his hand to Ji Yuan.
"Sir, please try this. These are hawthorn glutinous rice dumplings, fresh from the pot!"
Ji Yuan didn't hesitate and smiled, picked up a pill and put it in his mouth to chew.
"My fellow Taoists, I think it's better for you to go to my Jiufeng Mountain and settle down, and then reminisce about the past. How about that?"
The cultivator from Jiufeng Mountain did not speak until this moment. It was very normal to meet acquaintances during the Xianyou Conference. Many cultivators were centenarians, and it was not uncommon for old friends to meet each other after decades or even hundreds of years.
"Mr. Ji, you guys go ahead. My brother and I will go back to find Master and tell him that you are here."
Ji Yuan nodded and stepped onto the green leaf boat. Then the monk from Jiufeng Mountain cast a spell to fly the boat into the sky. Although it was still moving forward, its altitude was constantly rising.
Ji Yuan turned his head to look in the direction the flying boat was heading. With his Dharma eyes opened, he could vaguely see nine huge mountains hanging in the sky, deep in the clouds and fog.
At Ruanshan Ferry below, Lu Xiaoyou and Yang Zong maintained the posture of bowing and seeing off Ji Yuan respectfully, and only accepted the gifts when they realized they could no longer see Ji Yuan.
"Master will be very happy if he knows... right?" "Well, or it's very complicated..."
"Why!"
After all these years of getting along with each other, these fellow disciples have gotten to know each other very well, and they all couldn't help but sigh. Of course, overall, the master must be happier.
The Qingye Boat was moving at a fairly fast speed and in a moment it had already left Ruanshan Ferry. After passing through the misty clouds, Ji Yuan and the others saw the real gate of Jiufeng Mountain.
Nine huge peaks are lined up in a row, of different heights, but generally not much different. Among them are green mountains and clear waters, but they are suspended in the clouds. They are originally standing on the clouds, but there are still light white clouds above the peaks. Some mountain tops are even shining with rainbows, and there are also flying birds and fairies shuttling around. It can be seen at a glance that it is the residence of fairies.
"My fellow Taoists, that is where the gate of Jiufeng Mountain is. The nine peaks stand together in the clouds. It is here but not here. If you go there, you will receive a token. If you don't have the token, you can't enter the gate. Don't lose it."
This cultivator has always been very polite in his behavior, but at this moment, he could not hide the pride in his heart as a disciple of Jiufeng Mountain.
The Jiufeng Holy Land has infinite magical powers and can host the Immortal Tour Conference, which is a very prestigious thing. Those who practice immortal cultivation do not have strong desires, and worldly wealth cannot shake them, but this honor is hard-earned, and everyone will feel proud of it.
This was also the first time that Ju Yuanzi came to Jiufeng Mountain, and it was also the first time that Jiufeng Mountain held a Xianyou Conference.
Brush, brush, brush…
There were flashes of light on the side, which were several young monks flying on swords, and there were laughter and joy as they went away.
“Hahahahaha… I’m the fastest!” “You guys are as slow as turtles when flying swords!”
"I'll catch up with you!" "Don't run!"
The sound faded away, and the sword light sometimes went straight and sometimes spiraled, drawing a series of entangled trajectories, fully demonstrating the magic of sword-controlling. Just looking at the agile sword-controlling techniques, Ji Yuan felt ashamed of himself.
"These are all wonderful and sacred sights. This trip is worth it!"