In the middle of the night, Qin Ming came to the foot of Yaoshan Mountain again, and the roar that had just been suppressed sounded again, echoing in the depths of Yaoshan Mountain. Looking at it from a distance, the golden light is shining, the mist is surging, and the rumbling sound of the ground collapsing can be faintly heard.
Qin Ming tried to take a few steps forward, but the roar suddenly became so loud that even the whole mountain of medicine trembled.
"What exactly is imprisoned inside?"
Qin Ming began to feel uneasy, who would dare to approach such a strange thing? Could it be calling me to take over the Asura Saber
"It's you again!" Ling Xue appeared, her tone no longer polite.
"What's inside?" Qin Ming asked.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, step back!"
"The dignified Qingyun sect can't control it? Why let it roar?"
"Back off!!"
"It's affecting my sleep, you better take care of it." Qin Ming pointed to Yaoshan, turned and left.
Ling Xue was speechless, but a strange thing happened again, just as Qin Ming left, the roaring stopped abruptly.
The next morning, Qin Ming had just delivered the goods, and came to the side of the medicine mountain holding the stone jar. As soon as he came, there was another roar in the Herbal Mountain. Although it was not particularly intense, it still disturbed four or five mountains near the Herbal Mountain and thousands of disciples.
Many people began to feel uneasy, it was always late at night before, what happened today
Qin Ming woke up Yaoshan and turned around to leave. When he left, the roar stopped quickly and there was no movement.
For several days in a row, Qin Ming would wander around Yaoshan from time to time, and roared every time. He is sending a message to the inside, don't always greet me, I won't go in! By the way, I will stimulate the elders of Qingyun Sect to solve this trouble quickly. But outsiders don't know the situation, and even many elders are wondering, could they really be overwhelmed? Should special measures be taken
Today, a special team came down from the foot of Qingyunzong Mountain.
Eight men and women rode eight heroic black tiger horses, stopped in front of the sect gate, and looked up at the three giant characters on the majestic mountain in front - Qingyunzong.
"Qingyun Sect, this is the first time I've come here." The young man at the head was dressed in brocade and luxurious clothes, but his boa robe was wide open to both sides, and his posture was a little wild. He has a stalwart figure, a bronze complexion, clear and deep facial features, and a slanted curvature at the corners of his mouth.
"Qingyun Sect is one of the Eight Sects in the Northern Territory. Although it is low-key, it has been prosperous for hundreds of years and has a profound heritage." The man on the left has gray hair, but he is neatly combed, and his clothes are also neat and luxurious. The corners of his clothes were all clean, his face was fair and clean, without any signs of aging, and his temperament was capable.
"I came here for Yueqing, I hope I won't be disappointed." The young man leaped forward.
A disciple at the foot of the main gate mountain had already noticed them, and greeted them ahead of time, shouting coldly from a distance: "Stop! Get off your horse! This is Qingyun Sect."
The young man rode forward on the black tiger horse, and the black tiger horse raised its head proudly, showing no intention of stopping. The following team followed closely, with an equally arrogant attitude, and ignored these disciples.
The disciples of Qingyun Sect were about to draw their swords to warn, when a senior disciple leading the team suddenly recognized the special embroidery pattern on the cloaks of these people: "Python Palace?"
The young man showed the gold medal on his waist: "Inform your suzerain, please see Cao Wujiang from the Mansion of the Mang King."
The old man who accompanied him smiled lightly: "Lengshan, Mansion of King Mang, please meet the lord of Qingyun Sect."
The main peak of Qingyun, Qingxiao Palace.
The master of Qingyun Sect and several elders are waiting here in person.
The influence and strength of the Mang King's Mansion are comparable to Qingyun Sect, but slightly higher than Qingyun Sect in terms of status and background.
"Senior brother, long time no see." The gray-haired man smiled softly, and saluted Qingyun Sect Master at the head of the main hall.
The Patriarch of Qingyun Sect had a slightly cold expression, first glanced at Cao Wujiang, and then said indifferently: "Junior Brother Leng Shan, don't come here unharmed."
"Senior brother is concerned about it, not bad." The man sat down with the young prince of the palace, and nodded to several elders of the Qingyun sect opposite him one by one: "I haven't been back to the Qingyun sect for more than ten years. Fellow sects, do you still remember me, Leng Shan?"
A female elder said indifferently: "One of the seven heroes of the Python King's Mansion, 'Six Sun Wolf' Baishan."
The man chuckled: "I'm talking about my Qing Yunzong identity."
A chubby elder blew on the tea leaves in his teacup and took a sip: "The day you left Qingyun Sect, you are no longer a member of Qingyun Sect."
"Whether Qingyunzong recognizes me or not, I have always regarded Qingyunzong as my family and everyone as my fellow disciples."
"Really?" The fat elder stared coldly.
"Twenty years, no matter where I go, I always remember that I am from Qing Yunzong, and this is my first home."
"Enough." The teacup in the fat elder's hand shattered, and scalding hot water spilled on the table: "When you killed the elders of the Qingyun sect and attacked the Qingyun sect's spirit stone mine, why didn't you remember that you belonged to the Qingyun sect? people?"
"That happened more than ten years ago. Didn't I apologize afterwards?"
"What you mean by apologizing is sending back the head?" The chubby elder suddenly got up and pointed at Baishan angrily.
"Everyone expresses their apologies in different ways. If it wasn't for the brotherhood, you may not be able to see the head." Bai Shan's last words were very low, vaguely hidden in his soft laughter.
"You..." All the elders of Qingyun Sect stood up.
"Everyone sit down." Qingyun Sect's lord did not get angry but threatened. "Baishan, after the incident happened more than ten years ago, you are no longer a disciple of Qingyun Sect. I came to meet you today because of your identity in the Mang Palace, the young master next to you, Master Wujiang."
"I came here today on behalf of King Mang's Mansion." Bai Shan tipped the table lightly with his fingertips, and raised a voice outside the door: "Dear guests, don't know how to drink tea? Don't you disciples know how to be polite?"
The disciples outside the door ignored it until the chubby elder coughed lightly, then a few disciples came in with tea and put them beside Bai Shan and the little prince Cao Wujiang.
Bai Shan picked up the teacup, took a sip, closed his eyes and savored for a while: "I haven't tasted Qingyunzong's water and Qingyunzong's tea for almost twenty years."
The little son Cao Wujiang just touched the teacup, but didn't pick it up. He ignored the tense atmosphere in the main hall, as if it had nothing to do with him. His eyes drifted outside from time to time, and there were some disciples of Qingyun Sect standing there.
After tasting the tea, Bai Shan said in a leisurely manner: "I came here today to congratulate King Mang's Mansion. I heard that you have cultivated a genius successor named Yueqing. Just sixteen years old, she has reached the Xuanwu realm."
"You are very well informed." The female elder snorted coldly.
Bai Shan put down his teacup, looked at the Suzerain and smiled lightly: "Will Yueqing attend the Eight Sect Tea Party?"
"Is the matter of the Eight Sects tea party related to your Mang Palace?"
In the land of the Northern Territory, five kings rule the roost, and the eight sects are held concurrently. These are the dominating places in the eyes of the world, and the holy land of martial arts in the hearts of countless warriors. Qingyun Sect is one of the eight sects of the Northern Territory, with a distinguished status.
Every two years, the eight sects will hold a tea party, where the giants meet and the elders meet, and then there will be competitions among the disciples of each sect.
This is a tradition that has been passed down for hundreds of years among the eight major sects, and it is their way of declaring the dominance of the Northern Territory.
Over time, the Bazong Tea Party became an important gathering in the Northern Territory. The discussion among disciples has also been endowed with special significance, and it has become a stage for the Eight Sects to showcase their rookie elites. The top five will be selected in each tea party, and not only will they be given prizes, but they will also be awarded titles.
If anyone can win the title in the Eight Sects Tea Party, he will definitely become famous in the Northern Territory.
Every tea party, the eight sects would bring the best disciples there, on the one hand, they wanted to try their best to compete for a good ranking, and on the other hand, they also wanted to observe the outstanding disciples in the opposing sect.
The performance of the disciples has indirectly become the standard to reflect the potential of each sect. After all, the birth of a genius will undoubtedly affect the strength of the sect in the future.
Leng Shan's smile remained unabated: "In the three consecutive Eight Sect Tea Ceremonies, none of the Qing Yun Sect's disciples have entered the top five, and not even a few of the top ten places. Is the Qing Yun Sect starting to decline? No longer has the ability to cultivate geniuses ? Or are the other seven sects getting stronger?"
"You are in the Mansion of King Mang, and you have been paying attention to Qingyun Sect. You have a heart. It's just a few tea parties, not enough to affect the status of Qingyun Sect."
"It doesn't affect the status, it affects the face. But this time there is finally hope. With Yueqing's talent, it should be no problem to advance to the top five. On behalf of the Python Palace, I came to congratulate in advance."
The master of Qingyun Sect and several elders were suspicious, and there was such a saying of congratulating in advance? Since when did King Mang's Mansion care so much about Qing Yunzong
"The Mang King's Mansion had some misunderstandings with the Qingyun Sect before, and the relationship has not been handled well. This time, the Mang King personally arranged for me to come here to ease the relationship. What do you think, brother?"
The lord of Qingyun Sect didn't express his opinion, but speculated on Leng Shan's intention for coming here this time. When he was young, he had a good relationship with Leng Shan, but since Leng Shan left Qingyun Sect twenty years ago and went out to wander around, his temperament became more and more strange, and the two sides began to distance themselves. To show his loyalty, he did not hesitate to raise his sword to Qing Yunzong.
After so many years, Leng Shan's strength has become stronger and stronger, and his status in the Python King's Mansion has become higher and higher, until he became one of the seven heroes, became the absolute confidant of the Python King, and has a strong reputation in the entire Northern Territory. But Leng Shan never went back to Qing Yunzong to admit his mistake, and he never eased the relationship between Qing Yunzong and Mang Wangfu. Today, he suddenly thought of easing up? Or bring the Prince of the Palace over here
Leng Shan waited unhurriedly for a while: "The young master has always yearned for Qing Yunzong, this is the first time he has come here, can senior brother arrange for someone to take him around?"
The master of Qingyun sect signaled to arrange a disciple outside.
"See you later." Cao Wujiang got up and saluted, exchanged glances with Leng Shan without any trace, and walked out of the main hall.