Ye Shaoyang looked carefully, this man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a black beard, and a resolute expression, and when he was far away, Ye Shaoyang felt the spiritual power on his body.
Behind these two people, there were several young Taoist priests, and a teenage child with a somewhat wooden expression.
Coming out of the inn, the group walked in the direction of Peach Blossom Mountain, and the black-bearded Taoist priest glanced at Ye Shaoyang and the others, saw Daoyuan Zhenren, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and took the initiative to come over.
"It turned out to be Senior Brother Daoyuan, you have been gone for many days, but where did you come from?"
Daoyuan Zhenren also stepped forward enthusiastically to take care of him: "I have seen Senior Uncle Yun Chunsheng, Senior Brother Fu Mingzi, all the senior nephews, this is polite." ” ——Before, Daoyuan Zhenren told Ye Shaoyang that he had met Yun Qiusheng and Fu Mingzi's master and apprentice at the foot of Peach Blossom Mountain, but in fact, he was mistaken, what he saw was not Yun Qiusheng, the former head of Maoshan Mountain, but his senior brother Yun Chunsheng.
One spring and one autumn, the two have similar road numbers, not only that, these two people are actually a pair of brothers, they have been cultivating together on Maoshan since childhood, Yun Qiusheng is the master, but Yun Chunsheng has been cultivating all his life, and he doesn't know how to ask about the mountain gate and the magic world.
Not long ago, Yun Qiusheng passed away, Fu Mingzi succeeded him as the head of the sect, and caught up with the turmoil in the magic world, so he invited Yun Chunsheng, who had never asked about the world, to come out of the mountain.
Daoyuan Zhenren also heard about Yun Qiusheng's death, and told Ye Shaoyang at that time, but when he saw Yun Chunsheng later, because the two brothers looked very similar, they also glanced at it from a distance at that time, so they didn't see it too clearly, and they didn't say hello.
But he forgot about Yun Qiusheng's immortal death for a while, and regarded Yun Chunsheng as Yun Qiusheng.
After mentioning it to Ye Shaoyang, Ye Shaoyang didn't expect it for a moment, but he quickly remembered it and questioned Yuan Zhenren, Daoyuan Zhenren suddenly realized that he had recognized the wrong person.
Since the old Taoist priest he saw looked like Yun Qiusheng, it was naturally Yun Chunsheng.
That black-bearded Taoist priest is the current head of Maoshan Fu Mingzi.
Daoyuan Zhenren 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 took the initiative to say: "I am a good friend of this Mao Daochang, my name is Yang Shaoye."
Ye Shaoyang took out the pseudonym he had used again, and smiled at the two, "I come from a small sect, and I don't have much fame, so I won't report my name." ” Since he didn't want to sign up, Yun Chunsheng and Fu Mingzi naturally wouldn'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, it was also a courtesy.
"Senior Brother Daoyuan, where are you going?"
"Let's hang out around here for a while, Uncle and Brother please take care of yourself."
Everyone was polite, and they didn't talk too much, Maoshan and his party continued to walk in the direction of Peach Blossom Mountain, Ye Shaoyang and the three of them watched them, Ye Shaoyang let out a breath, glanced at Daoyuan Zhenren and said, "It's so dangerous, you almost betrayed me." ” Daoyuan Zhenren frowned slightly and said, "Did you see the sword hanging from Fu Mingzi's waist?"
Isn't it the Seven-Star Longquan Sword?
” "Look at the scabbard."
Ye Shaoyang had also looked at the scabbard on Fu Mingzi's waist before.
Daoyuan Zhenren looked at him, stunned, and said, "Then why are there two swords?"
” "You've asked this question before."
Ye Shaoyang said, "It's not that there is one more sword, but that there is more of me in this world, who should not be here." ” Dao Yuan is truly humane: "I know, this can't be solved with common sense.
It's just that I really saw the two Seven Star Longquan Swords, and this feeling ......
It's a little weird. ” Ye Shaoyang smiled bitterly, the feeling in his heart was not only weird.
Turning his head to look at Maoshan and the group again, he just saw the teenage child looking back at him, his eyes full of confusion.
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 loudly, but it was too late, and the boy slipped and fell.
Ye Shaoyang was speechless, this kid is really cute.
"What do you do!"
Fu Mingzi scolded the boy, stretched out his hand to pull him up from under the slope, the boy glanced back at Ye Shaoyang again, and then followed Fu Mingzi and hurriedly walked away.
Ye Shaoyang's heart was full of curiosity, and he asked Daoyuan Zhenren who this child was, but Daoyuan Zhenren said that he didn't know and had never seen it before.
"Master, do you know that person?"
The boy asked Fushiakiko as he walked.
Fu Mingzi also turned his head and asked the boy to identify it, knowing that it was Ye Shaoyang, he shook his head and said, "I don't know, I don't even dare to say the master, it may be a disciple of a small sect." ” Turning his head to look at Yun Chunsheng, he found that Yun Chunsheng's brows were tightly locked, and he hurriedly asked, "What is Uncle Shi thinking?"
” Yun Chunsheng said: "That young man......
I always felt that something was wrong, and I could feel that he was deliberately hiding the aura on his body......
But there is still a trace of leakage, and in the breath, it is vaguely similar to my Maoshan Mountain......"
Each sect has different cultivation methods, which causes some subtle differences in the aura on each mage's body.
It's like a particularly experienced policeman who can often spot a thief in the crowd at a glance - even if the thief is not committing a crime, there is always a slight difference between his expression and eyes and that of ordinary people, and this difference is not felt by ordinary people.
The same is true for mages, mages of different sects, the aura of the externalization of the qi, ordinary mages will never feel the difference between each other, but Yun Chunsheng feels it.
Fu Mingzi was stunned for a moment when he heard what Uncle Shi said, and turned his head to look, at this time they had already walked a corner, and they couldn't see Ye Shaoyang and them.
Fu Mingzi said: "Uncle Shi, maybe this young man's cultivation method is similar to my Maoshan method, so his breath is also similar, it's not a big deal."
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He can't be a disciple of the Northern Sect. ” "Beizong, there is no such talent."
"Talent?
How do I think he's so ordinary?
Fu Mingzi was puzzled.
Yun Chunsheng said: "Fu Mingzi, your mana is profound, and you are not bad in all aspects, but the physiognomy is not enough, this young man is full of life, with slender dao lines, and he is an excellent cultivator." ” Fu Mingzi nodded slowly and said, "But if you are born in a small sect and are not selected by the Spell Guild, even if you are a talent, you will be buried."
Then Chong Yun Chunsheng smiled and said, "Does Uncle Shi have a heart for talent?"
” Seeing that Yun Chunsheng didn't speak, he added: "Uncle Shi, don't worry about this anymore, since ancient times, geniuses have always emerged in an endless stream, and the Spell Guild selected seven teenagers in a row back then, which one is not a genius?"
Now that these people have completed their own studies, who among the disciples of the same generation in the world can compete with them?
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