The next morning, all the children from the Zuo and Yan families woke up, but Zuo Wuji, who always got up early, was still sleeping.
"I slept so comfortably."
"Are there any powerful heroes competing today?" "There should be. Isn't there only a few days left before the Heroes' Gathering?"
"I heard that the newly returned hero Yan will show off his skills!" "Ah, we must go and see it!"
"What are you having for breakfast?" "I don't know. Wuji should have gone to see it a long time ago and will come to tell us."
The children dressed themselves while chatting, and then one of them noticed that the quilt was bulging where Zuo Wuji was sleeping. He reached out and pressed it, then lifted it up to see that Zuo Wuji was still asleep.
"Hey, Wuji is still sleeping?" "Oh, really!"
"No way, he never stays in bed!"
"Are you sick?"
A child reached out and touched Zuo Wuji's forehead, and found that he did not have a fever, so he reached out to push him.
"Wuji, Wuji, it's dawn, time to get up!"
Zuo Wuji forced himself to open his eyes, looking very sleepy.
"Ahhh... I'm so sleepy and tired... I had a lot of dreams last night."
Zuo Wuji's memory of last night's dream was a little vague at the moment. He just knew that he was very tired, just like he had been doing farm work for several days in a row without rest, but this kind of tiredness was only mental.
At this moment, in the living room of the Zuo family's temporary compound, the elderly Zuo Youtian stared blankly at Yan Fei, Lu Chengfeng, Wang Ke and Du Heng who came to visit together. What they said just now made Zuo Youtian wonder if he had heard it wrong.
"Ladies and gentlemen, are you guys telling the truth?"
Wang Ke took the lead and laughed.
"Hahahaha, can we really deceive you? As long as you and the kid don't refuse, this matter can be settled. We have some status in the martial arts world, and Wang is a government official, so he won't joke about this matter."
"Well, it's not that I don't believe in you, great heroes, but I just don't know how my grandson has the good fortune to have such a blessing..."
Many thoughts flashed through Zuo Youtian's mind. He originally wondered if they might have come for the "Zuo Li Sword Canon", but then he changed his mind and realized that the book had already been handed over, and the qualification to read it would have to wait until the Heroes' Conference. The authenticity had also been judged by many innate masters, so what else could they do to the Zuo family
Then again, Zuo Wuji is indeed a talented kid, but this talent isn't so good that the four of them would come to him together to ask for him to be their disciple, right
"No matter what, agree to it first. My Zuo family can't afford to offend these four people!"
"Wuji is so lucky to have this opportunity. I would like to thank the heroes first!" "Yes, thank you heroes!"
The Zuo and Yan family members in the hall quickly bowed and expressed their gratitude.
"Ha, good seedlings are hard to come by. This is mutually beneficial for us. There's no need to be so polite. Let's go check on that kid. I guess he hasn't gotten up yet this time."
"Yes, it's right next door. Everyone, follow me!"
No matter what, at least on the surface this was a great thing and worth being happy about. Zuo Youtian led the four of them towards the house where the children were sleeping.
Because of Ji Yuan's warning, Zuo Wuji did not tell his family that he had met Ji Yuan. He was mentally prepared that the four heroes might accept him as a disciple, but he did not expect that the four heroes would come together early the next morning, so that when he saw Yan Fei and others appear while sitting on the bed, he was still a little confused.
This apprenticeship was very informal, without any etiquette of becoming a disciple, and it was not publicized at all. Apart from the two parties involved, few people in the outside world knew about it.
…
When Yan Fei and others met Zuo Wuji, Ji Yuan had already left Guilai County. His pace was not fast, and he walked in a leisurely manner. When the sun was about three o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Yuan turned his head and saw the little paper crane flapping its wings and catching up with him, and then landed on Ji Yuan's shoulder.
Ji Yuan looked down at the little paper crane, then quickened his pace and left as quickly as if he could shrink the earth.
As they walked, Ji Yuan's thoughts gradually expanded. Although he was happy to see new hope for martial arts, this could only be a part of the chess game. Looking at the world as a whole, what impact could it have at the moment
In fact, Ji Yuan cared a lot about the matter of the two star flags. The Taoist priest of Yunshan Temple and Zou Yuanxian, the master and his disciple, had passed down the tradition until now and now they had met Ji Yuan, which made Ji Yuan feel that it was more of a necessity than a coincidence.
But what made Ji Yuan uncomfortable was that these two Taoist traditions had not provided much valuable information except for the Star Banner which was still preserved. Of course, it was also possible that the Star Banner itself was the most important information, which in itself added a new burden to Ji Yuan.
Originally, he thought that the great catastrophe of heaven and earth originated from heaven and earth itself, but now Ji Yuan thinks that this may not be wrong, but the concept of "heaven and earth" is not as simple as he originally imagined.
“It’s really killing me!”
Ji Yuan was so conflicted that he couldn't help but murmur a swear word from his hometown in his previous life in a self-deprecating manner. Then he rose from the ground and flew towards the Tongtian River in the distance.
That evening, when Ji Yuan flew to Tongtian River, he frowned in the air. He could feel that the old dragon was not in the river, and even the dragon son and dragon daughter were not there either. Ji Yuan wanted to find the old dragon and get drunk, but there was no dragon in Tongtian River.
In the past, it was always others who came to him for help. Now that he couldn't find anyone when he was looking for help, he felt a little disappointed.
I traveled a long way but couldn't see Lao Long. As for drinking, if you want to drink to your heart's content, you must at least have the right drinking buddies. Even if you go to find Master Yin, he will only get drunk after a few drinks.
"Why… "
With a sigh, Ji Yuan had no intention of returning to the capital city of Gyeonggi Province. He flicked his sleeves and left on his wind and cloud.
Ji Yuan was half lying on the clouds, holding a thousand-bottle wine pot in his left hand, pouring wine from the spout of the pot towards his mouth. In this rare lazy posture, he flew slowly for half a day and a night. He returned to Ning'an County in the afternoon of the next day.
At this moment, outside the Ju'an Pavilion, an old man with a black beard, a small crown and jade hairpin, and a lavender robe suddenly looked up at the southwest sky. He realized that Ji Yuan had returned.
Ji Yuan in the cloud also discovered the visitor outside his door. As the clouds beneath him slowly fell, his pair of dark eyes carefully looked at the visitor, watching him respectfully bow in the direction of the clouds.
After a while, Ji Yuan entered the yard, and the people outside did not rush in, waiting for Ji Yuan to open the door from the inside.
After the door of the small courtyard was opened, the old man outside faced Ji Yuan behind the door and bowed respectfully again.
"My name is Songlun, nice to meet you, Mr. Ji!"
Songlun
Ji Yuan understood after a brief thought.
"It's Brother Song, come in and sit down."
"It's better to obey than to be respectful!"
Ji Yuan invited Song Lun into the courtyard, then closed the gate again. The copper lock outside, which had fallen off automatically, floated in the air and locked itself again.
When walking into the small pavilion, in Songlun's sight, there were still copper locks hanging on some of the doors of the small pavilion, and it seemed that Ji Yuan had no intention of opening them immediately. The jujube tree in the yard also seemed very special. In addition to being able to gather spiritual wind, there was a faint spiritual charm echoing between the swaying branches and leaves.
Beside the stone table, Ji Yuan waved his sleeves, and a teapot and teacups appeared on the table. Ji Yuan personally poured a cup of tea for Song Lun.
"Tea, please."
"Thank you, Mr. Ji!"
Song Lun didn't sit down either. He picked up the tea and took a big sip, then went straight to the point.
"Mr. Ji, I am here to visit you because I want to invite you to Wuliang Mountain again. At the Xianyou Conference, I left a message with Taoist friend Yu Huaishan. I don't know if Taoist friend Yu Huaishan delivered the message. Seeing that you are still not here, I decided to come again to invite you."
"Oh, it's true that Ji was delayed by something, but it's also because Wuliang Mountain is hard to find, and there's no way to get there..."
Ji Yuan couldn't help but laugh. It was not that he didn't want to go to Wuliang Mountain, but he did bring along the words that Song Lun left behind. However, the people in Yuhuai Mountain were not familiar with the name of Wuliang Mountain. Ji Yuan asked the head of Jiufeng Mountain, but found out that Song Lun came to the Xianyou Conference as a casual immortal and entered based on his cultivation. He did not mention any sect like Wuliang Mountain at all.
Ji Yuan was helpless. He couldn't figure out where Wuliang Mountain was, so naturally there was no way he could go to Wuliang Mountain.
Looking at the smile on Ji Yuan's face, Song Lun looked embarrassed. Mr. Ji was obviously teasing him, or even Wuliangshan, saying that they were being mysterious. As for whether they really didn't know, Song Lun felt that the possibility was not high, but he knew what was going on in his heart, and he didn't dare to refute the person in front of him.
"Uh, haha, it was Song's fault for not thinking things through. Fortunately, it was only delayed for a few years. It's not too late to ask for advice now, sir. I hope you will forgive me!"
Reach out and lead to one side.
"Fellow Daoist Song, please take a seat and have some tea first."
"yes!"
After Song Lun sat down, Ji Yuan followed his thoughts and told him some of the things that happened before. Song Lun was listening calmly at first, but he couldn't sit still anymore and stood up.
"What? Dreams in the Clouds is now in the hands of a corpse-like evil creature?"
"Yes, that corpse demon called himself Corpse Nine. He hid somewhere in Lin Country a while ago. He is very good at hiding."
"Nine Corpses!?"
Ji Yuan looked at Song Lun and saw that he was originally angry, but after hearing the name "Shi Jiu", his expression was slightly shaken and not as intense as before.
"Does Fellow Daoist Song know anything?"
Song Lun looked a little serious and nodded at Ji Yuan.
"Mr. Ji, I think we should go to Wuliang Mountain as soon as possible. My master can't leave there and has been waiting for you for a long time!"
Seeing Song Lun's serious tone, Ji Yuan frowned and without any delay, he nodded and stood up, waving his sleeves to take away all the tea sets on the table.
"Well, let's go. Brother Song can lead the way on the cloud."