Kunlun Cangyu Sect is the oldest sect in the world of cultivating immortals. This sect originated from witches. It is said that the predecessor of the sect was a group of ancestors who worshiped Shennong Ding. The descendants have regarded themselves as the guardians of the Shennong Ding since ancient times. They major in arts, especially those of the ice system, and they are all aided by implements, pills, magic treasures, talismans, and formations. Therefore, Cang Yumen has all kinds of weapons, and their practice methods are not sticking to one pattern. Witch spells and double cultivation, except not blatantly seeking wealth and killing one's life, there are many evil things done.
Kunlun is located in the extremely cold place at the northernmost tip of Kyushu. In the eyes of Zhongyuan people, they are uncivilized barbarians. After the world of cultivating immortals gradually established sects and became orthodox, Cangyumen began to communicate with the Central Plains, absorbing Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism culture, but Overall it is still closed. Later, the daimyo Zong clan unified Kyushu, ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, Cangyumen lost to the Zong clan and was forced to become a minister, and was officially included in the current lineage of cultivating immortals.
The Central Plains sect really looked down on the Cang Yumen, and thought they were crooked and wicked, but they didn't dare to offend them easily, firstly because they were afraid of their strength, and secondly because of Shennongding.
The so-called "Flying Lingshi" is the protector of the head of the Cangyu Sect, and is usually the successor of the head.
Qi Mengsheng, the flying feather envoy this time, is extremely talented, not only a leader among female cultivators of the same generation, but also comparable to men, and she is also beautiful, but it is rumored that she is cruel and cruel, and has the title of a generation of witches and femme fatales , so that the monks in the world have lust but no courage, and only dare to watch from afar.
At this time, I saw a stunning beauty in icy gray monk's clothing, leading a few disciples into the Taoist temple. Her clothing is quite different from that of the Central Plains people, full of exotic styles. She wears a snow cloak of the same color on her shoulders. Its head is crescent-shaped, with icy muscles and bones, like a tree full of silver on its branches on the frozen Kunlun Mountains, but it is still proud of the snow and facing the wind. Her ash is the clear ice stretched under the blue sky, cold and pure.
Zong Ziheng used to think that Chu Yingruo was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but the flying feather envoy in front of him was also peerless. Compared with Chu Yingruo, who was known as the most beautiful woman in the world, he could only be called Xia Hedong Mei, each with its own color, is extremely beautiful.
The disciples of the Chunyang Sect held their breath for a moment, even the well-informed Xu Zhinan was also stunned.
People from the Cangyu Sect rarely haunt the Central Plains, so Qi Mengsheng's beauty only exists in legends, and few people actually see it, so it's no wonder everyone is so shocked.
Qi Mengsheng stood in front, with just the right amount of arrogance, cupped his hands and said: "Qi Mengsheng of the Cangyu Gate, I have met His Highness, His Ninth Highness, Daoist Xu."
Xu Zhinan replied, "I've seen Envoy Feiling."
Zong Ziheng nodded: "Emissary Fei Ling has a good reputation outside, and seeing him today is really amazing."
"Thank you for your compliment, Your Highness." Qi Mengsheng said neither humble nor overbearing, "I, Chen Xingyong, a traitor from the Cangyu Sect, murdered my colleagues, committed a heinous crime, and even put His Highness and Ninth Highness in danger. I am really ashamed."
Zong Zixiao snorted coldly: "You used to hide and arrest him secretly for the sake of face. If you had wanted him earlier in the world of cultivating immortals, he would have been arrested long ago. You are ashamed of us, but what about those monks who died in vain?"
Qi Mengsheng said indifferently: "Your Highness Nine is right to blame, my faction is indeed at fault, my faction has been trying to clean up the sect, thanks to the assistance of the two Highnesses and fellow comrades, it was able to catch him."
"This time it was supposed to be a joint arrest, but in the end we were almost drowned, and you didn't have to do anything."
"Xiao Jiu." Zong Ziheng scolded softly, and said, "Emissary Feiling, there are more important things than Chen Xingyong right now."
"What is it?"
Xu Zhinan explained the cause and effect clearly in two sentences: "I still can't guess the identity of the mysterious person, and I have already sent my disciples to look for my junior brother, but if my junior brother really falls into the wrong hands..."
"Don't worry, Master Xu, our faction will do our best to rescue your junior brother." Qi Mengsheng said, "May I meet Chen Xingyong first."
Xu Zhinan hesitated.
"Until I save your junior brother, I won't do anything to him." Qi Mengsheng's eyes became colder.
"good."
Qi Mengsheng passed through the crowd and walked into the wing where Chen Xingyong was being held expressionlessly. Before the door was closed, the crowd only had time to hear Chen Xingyong tremblingly calling out "Senior Sister".
Zong Zixiao turned his head to look at the closed door, and raised his foot to think about it.
Zong Ziheng held his head down and pulled him back to his side: "Be honest, don't run around."
"I want to go and see."
"Not good." Zong Ziheng said to Xu Zhinan: "Brother Xu, if the other party arrests your junior brother, in order to save Chen Xingyong, he will take the initiative to come to us. Right now we can only wait."
Xu Zhinan sighed: "Chen Xingyong is really cunning."
"But he was still caught by us. The evil cannot prevail, and Cheng Zhenren will be safe..."
There was a sudden scream in the house.
Zong Ziheng turned his head in surprise, Xu Zhinan frowned, took two steps back, and paused again, he thought that as Qi Mengsheng, he would not be insignificant.
After a while, Qi Mengsheng came out: "I want to ask about your junior brother's whereabouts, but it seems that he won't open his mouth easily."
"He relies on this to save his life, so naturally he won't open his mouth." Xu Zhinan looked into the room, hesitating to speak.
"I just snapped his hamstring so he couldn't run away."
When Qi Mengsheng said this, his expression was still dull, making everyone present break into a cold sweat.
She said again: "This place is not suitable for long-term residence. There is a Cangyumen property in a nearby town. Why don't we go there and settle down?"
"Alright."—
A group of people moved together.
As soon as they arrived at the place, the disciples of the Cangyu Sect stationed here sent a letter that they had just received not long ago.
Letter: In the south of the city, Dayangpo, Choushi, bring Chen Xingyong here alone, and exchange your younger brother.
Xu Zhinan read it again in a low voice, as if chewing the words between his lips and teeth.
"Brother, you must not go by yourself."
"Yes, senior brother, let's go rescue Senior Brother Cheng together."
"It's been said above that I want to take Chen Xingyong alone." Xu Zhinan frowned slightly, his handsome face was covered with a layer of frost, "I'm going to meet this mysterious man and see what he is."
Zong Ziheng said seriously: "Brother Xu, I know you are worried about Cheng Zhenren's safety, but the more you have to be calm at this time, you must leave yourself a way out, this is not only for Cheng Zhenren, but also for the Chunyang Sect. "
Xu Zhinan is the next head of the Pure Yang Sect, so it's no wonder they are extremely nervous.
"Don't worry, I won't act recklessly. I want to rescue my junior brother, but I will never hand over Chen Xingyong."
"Does the real person have a plan?" Qi Mengsheng asked.
Xu Zhinan nodded, and he looked at his juniors: "Which one of you is good at shrinking bones?"
The disciples of Chunyang Sect immediately understood: "Elder brother, I, let me go."
"Bone Shrinking Technique?" Zong Zixiao asked curiously, "Is it a technique that can change the appearance of bones? I have heard of it."
Xu Zhinan nodded: "Yuanyang Gongfa forges the body from head to toe, from the inside to the outside. Changing the bones is a must."
"Don't you think..."—
The half-moon hangs high, the twilight falls, and the chill is biting. At this time, ordinary people's homes have long been closed, wishing to keep the warmth gathered by the charcoal fire in the house forever.
But there was a knock on Zong Ziheng's door.
"Ziheng, it's me."
Zong Ziheng was practicing Qi cross-legged, he opened his eyes: "Xiao Jiu, go and open the door."
Zong Zixiao went over and opened the door, and outside the door was Xu Zhinan.
"Brother Xu, how are you getting ready?"
"It's ready, we'll be leaving in a while."
"Do you need my help?"
"I do have something to do." Xu Zhinan looked at Zong Zixiao hesitantly.
Zong Zixiao immediately understood, and he said displeasedly: "Are you deep or deep? You actually want to distract me and talk to my elder brother alone?"
"Xiao Jiu, don't be rude."
"It was his rudeness first."
"Your Highness, don't blame me."
"Xiao Jiu, avoid it for a while."
"Brother..."
"Go."
Zong Zixiao left angrily.
Xu Zhinan closed the door, and said helplessly, "Ziheng is as gentle as jade, but this little Highness, I don't know who he looks like."
Zong Ziheng smiled and said, "He's still young, so I'll discipline him well." He looked at Xu Zhinan, and was very curious about what Xu Zhinan wanted him for.
"Ziheng, you should have heard of my background."
Zong Ziheng nodded.
"My father has longed for a family of immortals since he was a child, but there has never been anyone with immortal roots in his ancestors. When I was born, a casual cultivator who didn't know where he came from said that my bones were excellent. My father was happy and rewarded me. I don’t know if it’s to cheat money.” Xu Zhinan smiled, “At that time, it was popular among rich and noble families to send their sons to Chunyangjiao. If they practiced for a few years when they were young, they would be able to get a healthy look. Chunyang Sect doesn’t care whether these children have immortal roots, let alone whether they will stay after they grow up, anyway, they have made a lot of money by relying on this, and everyone is happy. So I went to Chunyang Sect when I was five years old , Sure enough, as the casual cultivator said, I really have a very good calcaneus, and I was even accepted as a disciple by the master."
Zong Ziheng smiled and said, "Did your father regret it?"
"Yeah, fortunately, I'm not the only son. My younger brother is the one to carry on the family line. But my father is still not reconciled, saying that I want to cultivate immortality, and he also supports it. He even went to Giant Spirit Villa to forge a good sword for me with a lot of money. I hope that I will change to other sects, but how can I be willing to live up to my cultivation, and how can I live up to my master's careful cultivation, so this sword is wasted in my hands."
Zong Ziheng had already realized what Xu Zhinan was going to say, and he was at a loss for a moment.
With a wave of Xu Zhinan's hand, a sword in the Qiankun bag appeared in his hand.
The scabbard was forged from white jade, engraved with inscriptions and reliefs, but it was not inlaid with any gold, silver or jewels, making it appear noble and elegant. Xu Zhinan held the sword in front of Zong Ziheng: "Take it out and have a look."
Zong Ziheng's pupils were originally dark and big, but now his eyes are bright, making him look more energetic and handsome. He was a little shy, but also a little excited. He grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and made a clear sound. The light of the silver blade was particularly dazzling in the dim candlelight.
Zong Ziheng looked at the sword carefully, and couldn't put it down: "A good sword, really a good sword!"
Xu Zhinan said: "This sword is from the hand of Master Ran of Juling Mountain Villa. A good sword is suitable for a gentleman. Ziheng, I will give it to you."
Zong Ziheng's heart beat like a drum, he looked down at the sword and didn't answer for a while.
Xu Zhinan was as meticulous as a hair: "Ziheng, this sword is dusty with me, and I have really wronged it. If you think wildly and feel that you have suffered damage to your self-esteem, and you still want to shirk, then you and I will be underestimated."
Zong Ziheng raised his head and looked at Xu Zhinan frankly: "Brother Xu, I don't think so. I like this sword very much. It may accompany me for the rest of my life. If I pretend to evade it, I will lose my style. Thank you, this sword I will return the favor of the sword."
Xu Zhinan smiled and said: "Okay, I have found a good home for it, and my father will be very happy if he knows."
"Thank you, and thank you, Father."
"Don't be too polite. Well, give it a name."
Zong Ziheng caressed the blade tenderly and infinitely, his eyes were full of affection: "I like orchids the most, why not call it 'Junlan'."
"Gentleman Rulan, good, good name."
Zong Ziheng looked at his Junlan, his heart was half joyful and half sad. He never expected that a person with no relatives and no family would give him such a good sword, and his biological father hid countless treasures. But he was stingy in giving him a star.
"Ziheng, it's time, let's go."