Ye Shaoyang looked carefully. This man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a black beard, and a resolute expression. Ye Shaoyang felt the spiritual power in him from a long distance away. Behind the two, followed by a few young Taoist priests, and a ten-year-old child with a dull expression.
Coming out of the inn, the group walked towards Peach Blossom Mountain. Among them, the black-bearded Taoist priest glanced at Ye Shaoyang and the others. When he saw Daoyuan Daoyuan, he was stunned for a moment, and then he walked over with a smile on his face.
"It turned out to be Junior Brother Daoyuan. You have been away for many days, but where did you come from?"
Reverend Daoyuan also enthusiastically stepped forward to take care of him: "I have seen Uncle Yun Chunsheng, Senior Brother Fu Mingzi, and all senior nephews, it is very polite."
Daoyuan Daoyuan told Ye Shaoyang before that he saw Yun Qiusheng and Fu Mingzi's master and apprentice at the foot of Peach Blossom Mountain. In fact, he made a mistake. What he saw was not Maoshan's former head teacher Yun Qiusheng, but his senior brother Yun Chunsheng. One spring and one autumn, the Taoist names of the two are similar, not only that, but they are actually a pair of brothers, they practiced Taoism together on Maoshan Mountain since childhood, Yun Qiusheng is the head teacher, Yun Chunsheng has been practicing all his life, and he doesn't know about the mountain gate and the world of magic thing.
Not long ago, Yun Qiusheng passed away, Fu Mingzi took over as the head teacher, and caught up with the turmoil in the magic world, so Yun Chunsheng, who had always been indifferent to world affairs, was invited out of the mountain.
Master Daoyuan also heard about the news of Yun Qiusheng's death, and told Ye Shaoyang at the time, but when he saw Yun Chunsheng later, because the two brothers looked very similar, he glanced at him from a distance and didn't see it clearly, nor did he say hello . But he forgot about Yun Qiusheng's death for a moment, and took Yun Chunsheng for Yun Qiusheng.
Afterwards, he mentioned it to Ye Shaoyang, Ye Shaoyang didn't think of it for a moment, but he soon remembered, questioned Master Daoyuan, and Daoyuan Daoyuan suddenly realized that he had admitted the wrong person.
Since the old Taoist priest I saw looked like Yun Qiusheng, it was naturally Yun Chunsheng.
That black-bearded Taoist priest is Maoshan's current head teacher, Fu Mingzi.
Daoyuan Daoyuan introduced Mao Xiaofang first, and when he arrived at Ye Shaoyang, he almost blurted out: "This is Mao..."
Ye Shaoyang coughed dryly, interrupted him, and said actively: "I am a good friend of this Taoist priest, and my name is Yang Shaoye." Ye Shaoyang took out the pseudonym he had used before, and smiled at the two, " I come from a small sect and I'm not well-known, so I won't report my name."
Since he didn't want to give his name, Yun Chunsheng and Fu Mingzi naturally didn't ask too much, and they just regarded him as an ordinary mage, and they weren't interested in learning too much. At the moment, he bowed his hands and greeted the ceremony.
"Junior Brother Daoyuan, where are you going?"
"Let's hang around here for a while, uncle and brother, please feel free."
Everyone was polite and didn't talk too much. Maoshan's group continued to walk towards Peach Blossom Mountain. Ye Shaoyang and the three watched them. .”
Master Daoyuan frowned slightly, and said, "Did you see the sword hanging on Fu Mingzi's waist? Is it the Seven Star Dragon Spring Sword?"
"It should be the scabbard." Ye Shaoyang also looked at the scabbard around Fu Mingzi's waist before.
Master Daoyuan looked at him, dazed, and said: "Then why are there two swords?"
"You asked this question before." Ye Shaoyang said, "It's not that there is an extra sword, but that this world has an extra person like me who shouldn't be here."
Daoyuan Daoyuan said: "I know, this cannot be judged by common sense. It's just that seeing two Seven Star Longquan swords, this feeling...is a bit weird."
Ye Shaoyang smiled wryly, the feeling in his heart was far more than weird.
Turning his head to look at Maoshan's group again, he happened to see the ten-year-old boy looking back at him, his eyes full of bewilderment.
Ye Shaoyang also stared at him.
The boy looked at him as he walked, his steps gradually became crooked, and he walked to the side of the road. It was a slope. Ye Shaoyang saw that he was about to fall, and was about to remind him, but it was too late, the boy slipped and fell down.
Ye Shaoyang was speechless, this child is really cute.
"What are you doing!" Fu Mingzi scolded the boy, stretched out his hand and pulled him up from under the slope, the boy looked back at Ye Shaoyang again, and then hurried away with Fu Mingzi.
Ye Shaoyang's heart was full of curiosity, and he asked Master Daoyuan who the child was, but Master Daoyuan said he didn't know, he had never seen him before.
"Master, do you know that person?" the boy asked Fu Mingzi as he walked.
Fu Mingzi also turned his head and asked the boy to identify him. Knowing that it was Ye Shaoyang, he shook his head and said, "I don't know him. I don't even dare to say his master. Maybe he is a disciple of some small sect."
Turning to look at Yun Chunsheng, he found that Yun Chunsheng's brows were tightly furrowed, and he hurriedly asked, "What is Master thinking?"
Yun Chunsheng said: "That boy... I always feel that something is wrong, I can feel that he deliberately hid his aura...but there is still a trace of leakage, in the aura, it is vaguely similar to my Maoshan..."
Each sect's cultivation mentality is different, which causes some subtle differences in the aura of each sorcerer. It's like a particularly experienced policeman can often spot a thief in the crowd at a glance, even if the thief is not committing a crime, but there is always a slight difference in expression and eyes from ordinary people, which ordinary people can't feel.
The same is true for mages, mages of different sects, with the externalized aura of stellar qi, ordinary mages will never feel the difference between them, but Yun Chunsheng can feel it.
Hearing what his uncle said, Fu Mingzi was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look. At this time, they had already turned a corner, and they couldn't see Ye Shaoyang and the others. Fu Mingzi said: "Uncle, maybe this young man's mentality is similar to mine in Maoshan, so his breath is also similar. It's not a big deal. He can't be a disciple of Beizong."
"Beizong, there is no such talent."
"Talent? Why do I think he is so ordinary?" Fu Mingzi was puzzled.
Yun Chunsheng said: "Fu Mingzi, your magic power is profound, and you are not bad in all aspects, but you are not good enough in physiognomy. This young man has a full life, slender Dao lines, and is an excellent talent for cultivating the Tao."
Fu Mingzi nodded slowly, and said: "But if you were born in a small sect and not selected by the magic guild, even if you are a talent, you will be buried." Then he smiled at Yun Chunsheng: "Did Master develop a love for talents? "
Seeing that Yun Chunsheng was silent, he added another sentence: "Master, don't worry about it anymore. Since ancient times, geniuses have always emerged in endlessly. Back then, the Magic Guild selected seven teenagers in a row. Which one is not a genius? Now these people have their own talents. After learning, among the disciples of the same generation in the world, who can compete with them?"
(end of this chapter)