On the way, Ye Shaoyang asked Feng, how many people Xingyuenu and the others came this time, Daofeng didn't know, and he didn't care. In his eyes, there were only two enemies: Xingyuenu and Qing.
Ye Shaoyang analyzed the combat power, Xingyuenu must have boundless magic power by beheading the corpse to prove the Tao, and only Daofeng can deal with her, so he proposed to deal with it by himself.
"You and I deal with Xingyue slave, and someone else will deal with it." Afraid he would misunderstand, Daofeng added, "I don't want you to join me in capturing and killing her, you are only responsible for one thing, snatching her Xuanyuan Sword."
Ye Shaoyang's heart moved, and he said: "I have the Seven Star Longquan Sword, what do you want with that?"
"Do you want to kill the ghost king with a seven-star Longquan sword?"
Ye Shaoyang said in a daze: "Otherwise, what else do you want?"
Daofeng was a little speechless, and said: "Did you forget that speech, the five or eight swords are indispensable."
Five swords... Ye Shaoyang suddenly remembered, "Seven Star Longquan Sword, Pine Pattern Ancient Ding Sword, Yuchang Sword, Xuanyuan Sword... what kind of sword is there?"
"Shangfang Baojian." Sibao interrupted with a smile.
"Don't worry about it so much, this time you go to Maoshan, you must get the Xuanyuan Sword!"
Pass under the scenic spot, go up the path into the mountain, and then climb up a mountain, and the Maoshan Zongmen is in front. At this time, Daofeng stopped suddenly, looked around, and said: "When Maoshan was at its peak, there were seventy-two nearby peaks with Taoist temples, some were branches of Maoshan, and some were different sects, but they all belonged to Maoshan. One branch, if only ours is the only one."
Daofeng seldom expresses emotion, and Ye Shaoyang felt something when he heard it. He turned around and pointed to the highest mountain in the scenic spot, and said, "I heard from Master that the mountain where the Lingxiao Temple is located at the highest point in the scenic spot was the main peak of Maoshan Mountain. It has also become a tourist attraction.”
After hearing this, Sibao and Wu Jiawei were also filled with emotion, thinking that their sect is not like this. Needless to say, Laoshan Mountain has become the number one mountain and tourist attraction in Jiaodong, and Wutai Mountain is not much better. There are pilgrims burning incense and worshiping Buddha all year round. .
For a while, everyone was emotional.
Sibao said: "We still have sects to inherit, which is not bad. Many sects are gone now, like the Ciguang Pavilion in Huangshan, which has completely become a scenic spot now."
Everyone thinks that Huangshan, Taishan, Lushan and other famous mountains originally had schools of practice. Later, because the mountains became famous, there were too many people going up the mountains, and the mages wanted to practice in peace, so some schools moved away from Maoshan. In this way, they moved from Maoxian Cave in Fengtai County in central Anhui to the current Maoshan, but it is not so easy to find a good practice place, and moving is also painful, and many sects have been gradually assimilated or disappeared in this way.
The wind of hundreds of years has blown down, and it has long been scattered in history.
"Even if it is Maoshan, Laoshan, Wutaishan... how long can the entire magic guild exist?" Ye Shaoyang murmured as he looked at the palace on the top of the dark scenic spot. The upturned eaves with copper bells on them reveal a sense of mystery and vicissitudes under the moonlight.
In the vicissitudes of life, what no one dares to preserve will always exist. "However, I also believe that as long as this world exists, the magic world will always exist." Ye Shaoyang said, "Mages are indispensable in this world."
They were silent for a while under the night wind, and continued on their way.
Maoshan also celebrates the New Year. Starting from the mountain gate, red lanterns are hung all the way up the mountain, and candles are lit inside. "This must be Xiaorui's attention." Ye Shaoyang knew it without guessing.
It was only halfway up the mountain that I met two disciples, each holding a white object in his hand, squatting on the side of the road while eating and chatting. Suddenly seeing Ye Shaoyang and his group, he stood up and shouted: "The mountain is a private residence, please stop!"
They must have regarded themselves as passers-by.
Ye Shaoyang coughed dryly and said, "Well, I am Ye Shaoyang."
"Whoever you are..." A person just uttered a word, suddenly thought of something, widened his eyes, turned to the senior brother beside him, and said in a trembling voice: "Is our head teacher called Ye Shaoyang?"
"You're so dizzy that you can't even remember the name of the head teacher!" The young man next to him slapped him hard on the head, knelt down on one knee at Ye Shaoyang, and said respectfully: "I don't know if the head teacher is here. He deserves death..."
"That's enough, that's enough!" Ye Shaoyang waved his hand to interrupt him, "This is the Internet+ era, so don't say these old sayings."
Only then did the two stand up, looking at Ye Shaoyang and the people behind him with excitement.
"Where's Su Qinzhang?"
"Master, Master is celebrating the New Year with the junior uncle and senior sister on the mountain, and sent us to watch the night."
Junior Uncle and Senior Sister? Ye Shaoyang got stuck for a while before remembering that they should be talking about Ye Xiaomeng and Zhang Xiaorui.
He noticed that the white lumps they were holding were cakes. Eating cakes during the Chinese New Year is probably Xiaorui's idea. Seeing them staring at the cake in their hands, the two looked a little embarrassed, and even wanted to throw it away.
Ye Shaoyang waved his hand and said, "Don't, you guys continue to eat and keep vigil, thank you for your hard work."
Greet everyone to go up the mountain.
As soon as we reached the top of the mountain, we heard noises coming from the side hall. The lights inside were brightly lit. Ye Shaoyang and his party went to the yard, looked inside, and saw Zhang Xiaorui at a glance, holding a huge wine bottle (guess it was champagne) , was pouring wine for everyone in turn, a few young Taoist priests were very reserved and didn't want to drink, but they seemed to be more afraid of her and dared not resist.
Zhang Xiaorui poured a round of wine, then clinked glasses with them one by one, almost pinching their noses to force them to drink.
Seeing this, Ye Shaoyang couldn't stand it anymore, and coughed dryly.
Zhang Xiaorui heard it, glanced outside, saw several people standing under the shadow of the light, frowned and said, "Who, what are you doing sneaking around outside!"
Ye Shaoyang coughed again.
Zhang Xiaorui rushed out with the wine bottle in hand, saw Ye Shaoyang, and stayed there for ten seconds, then his eyes lit up, as if flames had burst out.
"Master!"
He flew over, hugged Ye Shaoyang, and rubbed his head against his arms with the strength of alcohol.
People in the room came out one after another. Ye Shaoyang blushed with embarrassment, pushed him away with great effort, and found Su Qinzhang in the crowd. Ye Shaoyang waved his hand and said: "I know what you want to say, forget it, it's not your fault, you can't cure her."
Su Qinzhang immediately said: "Xiaorui is usually very good, this is the Chinese New Year, let's have fun..."
He actually excused her! It seems that she must be used to being bullied by her. Ye Shaoyang shook his head helplessly.