A group of people stayed in the dark and wide cave for three full days.

Mu Rong closed his eyes and rested his mind every day, while Gu Xuan practiced cross-legged and hit the acupoints.

Jiang Feng did not let down his guard, letting the Lucky Rat sense danger at all times.

Living in a foreign country, Nangong Shang had no intention of practicing and often went out to hunt.

Di Hong has an active temperament and is always bored. He changes his style of barbecue every day.

She finally realized the intention of Jiang Feng's original suggestion. If she stayed in a secular inn, she would never be so boring.

That afternoon, a long-lost voice finally sounded in the cave: "Hong'er, my master has arrived outside the cave, why don't you come out?"

Di Hong heard the sound and stood up quickly, beaming with joy: "Ximen, the master is here, you still have time to practice, finish your work quickly, let's go out together."

A group of people walked out of the cave, each used their own skills to fly up to the treetops.

He saw a white cloud floating in the low sky, and two brothers, Leng Yue Zhenren and Chen Guang Tu Yao, were sitting cross-legged on it.

Seeing Gu Xuan and others, the two brothers stood up quickly. Master Leng Yue was the oldest, so Wei Ran did not move.

"Master is finally here. I have been waiting here for three days."

While speaking, Di Hong pointed out three fingers, a little treetop under his feet, and lightly swept up the clouds.

The others were not as casual as Di Hong, and they all saluted respectfully.

"No courtesy, come up."

Master Leng Yue has a gentle smile, without any pretense of a real person.

With a gentle wave of his big sleeves, the clouds in the void gathered, and the clouds under him expanded towards the surroundings.

Gu Xuan and others then jumped onto the clouds, greeted the two brothers, and sat cross-legged on the clouds.

The memory obtained from Ximen Shu is very different from his personal experience. Gu Xuan sat on the cloud twice.

Perhaps due to the skill, since they are both in the realm of magic power, the clouds in Ximen Shuo are thicker, like furry animal skins.

Lengyue Zhenren's cloud is as soft as cotton. Sitting cross-legged on it with half of your buttocks sunk in, it is quite comfortable.

"I don't want to be in the land of Lieguo, but I can actually meet Mu Xiaoyou. You and I have a lot of fate. Are you okay with your respected master?"

Master Leng Yue's consciousness moved, and the clouds rose slowly, as smoothly as waves.

Mu Rong said respectfully: "Everything is well with my master. I always miss the real person. I came to Lieguo. It's a long story."

Di Hong raised one arm high: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

Tu Yao smiled knowingly. After not seeing her for many days, his senior sister's temper was as usual and she couldn't be calmer.

Regarding Di Hong's actions, Master Leng Yue never blamed him. He said warmly: "Okay, I would also like to hear about your experience."

Di Hong straightened her waist and began to transmit the sound with great joy.

After the clouds rose high into the sky, they quickly flew out in the direction of Luoyan Valley.

There is a transparent barrier at the edge of the clouds to isolate the strong winds at high altitudes.

I don’t know what Di Hong said. It took five hours before he finished speaking with satisfaction.

After the girl finished transmitting the message, she turned back and winked at Gu Xuan, then she spat out her sweet tongue and turned her head back again.

Gu Xuan was puzzled, and the voice of Master Leng Yue sounded in his ears: "During the training process, I am grateful to my little friend Shu to take care of Hong'er many times. I will definitely reward you generously."

Gu Xuan looked calm and quickly sent a message: "We have been training together, and we should share the joys and sorrows. How can I dare to take credit?"

Master Leng Yue did not respond, and sent another message to Nangong Shang: "Thank you, little friend Shang, for accompanying Hong'er to practice. Apart from the talisman, I have other thanks."

Nangong Shang immediately sent a message: "Thank you Leng

Yue Zhenren."

Master Leng Yue asked: "Young friend Mu faced off against the blue-robed monk at Guishan Mountain. Do you remember his appearance?"

Mu Rong's expression changed: "I once used my mind to see this person's face, and my memory is still fresh. I also carry pen, ink, paper and inkstone with me. Do you want to draw him?"

Master Leng Yue praised: "Little friend Mu is talented and can always draw inferences from one instance to another. If the monk in blue robe dares to harm Hong'er, I will deal with it together."

Mu Rong quickly took out a storage bag and took out the Four Treasures of the Study.

The simple rice paper like animal skin is spread on the clouds, and the exquisite ink sticks are grinded out thick ink on the lotus pond inkstone.

Different from the paintings of secular literati, Mu Rong held a jade-shaped brush in his hand, closed his eyes tightly, and used his mind power to drive his arms to wave the brush.

Under the eyes of a group of people watching, Mu Rong was confident, his wrists were moving, he was writing very quickly, and he finished the work in one go.

In just a moment, a portrait appears on the paper, lifelike.

When the portrait was completed, Mu Rong calmed down and put away the Four Treasures of the Study.

Master Leng Yue praised: "I have always heard that little friend Mu is proficient in music, calligraphy and painting. When I saw it today, it turned out that this calligraphy treasure is indeed worthy of collection, so I accepted it."

Mu Rong smiled lightly: "The real person is so complimentary. I am so clumsy in my writing that it is difficult for me to reach the level of elegance."

Di Hong tilted her head and looked straight at the portrait, her eyes flashing: "This painting is indeed lifelike."

While the ink was still wet, Gu Xuan couldn't help but take a few more glances at the portrait.

If Brother Leng Yue failed to take care of the blue-robed monk, Gu Xuan would definitely have to argue with him when he met him in the future.

The group of people said nothing. Looking around, there were clear clouds high in the sky, the sun was shining brightly, and there were clouds covering the low altitude.

The clouds continued to fly, and Master Leng Yue put away the portrait and asked: "I heard that my little friend's spirit crane has a different bloodline inheritance. Can you call it out and have a look?"

"Of course." Gu Xuan took out the fusheng bag without hesitation.

With a movement of Master Leng Yue's consciousness, the clouds stopped in the sky and floated motionless.

Gu Xuan held the fusheng bag in his hand, and with a push of his true power, the spirit crane spread its wings and flew out.

Perhaps thinking that a fight was about to begin, the spirit crane raised its neck and let out a long cry. Its eyes glanced around, filled with murderous intent.

Gu Xuan's thoughts moved and he couldn't help but smile: "Xiao Qing, Master Leng Yue wants to see your inherited bloodline, please show me the shadow of the blood bird."

With a clear cry, Linghe glanced at Master Leng Yue, flapped his wings, and the blood on his body flashed, and a shadow of a blood bird appeared, and then disappeared.

Even though Gu Xuan's eyes widened, he could not clearly see the appearance of the blood bird just like the previous two times. Wang Mang could not solve the puzzle, so he looked at Master Leng Yue.

Master Leng Yue pondered: "I cannot see clearly the appearance of a blood bird, either because my bloodline is too weak to show its true form, or because my bloodline is so noble, with our level of cultivation, we cannot look directly at it."

Without waiting for Gu Xuan to speak, Master Leng Yue continued: "According to ancient Taoist records, there are powerful beings whose cultivation is higher than the Dharma Realm. Low-level monks like us cannot see their faces clearly."

Wang Mang suddenly said: "So, combined with the existence of the mysterious colorful light, Xiaoqing's bloodline inheritance is most likely to come from the upper world."

Gu Xuan stared at Linghe, his heart surging: "Thank you, Master, for clearing up the confusion."

Master Leng Yue said: "If my little friend needs this crane to recognize its master, I can do it for you. It only takes a moment."

Thinking of his spiritual root potential, Gu Xuan said sternly: "Thank you for your kindness, Master, Xiaoqing is my companion. We will depend on each other for good and bad times, so there is no need to recognize the master."

When the spirit crane heard the words, it gave a long cry in excitement, spread its wings and circled around, then flew into the fusheng bag.

"Shu Xiaoyou's move seems very obvious.

Wisdom." Master Leng Yue's consciousness moved, and the clouds continued to fly.

…

Luoyan Valley is located on the north peak of Xingshan Mountain. Although it is not a treasure of Lingshan Mountain, it is steep and majestic and difficult for flying geese to cross, hence its name.

This valley is a grand scene of shaped mountains, with thousands of walls standing tall, waterfalls hanging high and flowing down, shrubs dotted on both sides, and a green pool at the bottom of the valley with splashing water.

On the top of the north peak, there is a pavilion for viewing the trees, which is shaded by green trees.

It was noon that day, the sun was high in the sky, and two white clouds floated from the north and south, hovering above the pavilion.

On the clouds coming from the south, Master Lengyue, Gu Xuan and others were sitting cross-legged.

On the clouds coming from the north, Master Qiuyin and three male disciples were sitting cross-legged.

Qiuyin looks like a real young woman, with a beautiful face, dressed in secular palace clothes, and is both in the middle stage of the magic realm.

The two real people flicked their sleeves in unison, and each removed the transparent restrictions on the edge of the clouds.

The refreshing mountain breeze blew by, causing people's hair to fly and their clothes to flutter.

Master Qiuyin's stern eyes swept over Gu Xuan and the others, and he immediately snorted and said displeased: "For a hundred years, Qiuyue's fighting method has been determined by three rounds, but you have brought seven people with you. I don't know why.

What’s the point?”

The other party was aggressive, but Master Leng Yue didn't take it seriously. He said, "I haven't seen her in twenty years. Sister Qiuyin is still so angry. I only have three disciples."

Without waiting for Master Qiuyin's reply, Master Leng Yue continued: "We have known each other for hundreds of years, but you didn't even give me a communication charm. Let's go to the pavilion to talk today. I have a lot to say."

Master Qiuyin looked at Master Lengyue carefully, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, but he said harshly: "I would like to hear what you have to say. If you don't tell me that you are ugly, don't blame me for falling out with you."

Two white clouds slowly descended to the ground. Driven by their spiritual consciousness, they spread out and dispersed.

With a smile on his face, Master Leng Yue extended his hand and said: "The spring is beautiful, it's time to enjoy the scenery and reminisce about the past. Sister Qiuyin invites you."

Master Qiuyin showed no politeness, waved his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, strode into the pavilion, and Shi Shiran sat down.

The three male disciples stood outside the pavilion and looked at Gu Xuan and others.
To be continued...