Chapter 75 Sikong Lingyun!

In the middle of Shu, Qingyun Mountain.

On the quiet and continuous high mountains, the sea of ​​fog is surging, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, and the carved beams and painted buildings are hidden in it, like a fairy palace and fairy tower.

Qingyun is a blessed place in the middle of Sichuan. Not only are the mountains high and the roads are dangerous, but they are also beautiful. For thousands of years, there have been many legends in the middle of Shu and even in the whole of China. Every fairy mountain blessed place must have a history of immortals. Since ancient times, Qingyun Mountain has been the place where those outsiders have sought the way of immortality, and the Qingyun School on Qingyun Mountain is well known to the world.

However, in the eyes of the world, the Qingyun Sect is just a place for Taoist priests and aunts to practice. In the eyes of the world, Qingyun Mountain is just a scenic spot that requires money to go up.

At this time, on the top of Qingyun Mountain, under an old tree on the edge of a cliff, an old man with white beard and white hair was sitting cross-legged, his eyes were closed and his eyes were downcast, as if his breath and breath were in harmony with the sky and the earth. If you don’t pay attention, you will definitely ignore it. The existence of this old man.

"Master! The disciple came out of the clouds to ask for an audience!" A middle-aged Taoist priest in his forties walked over slowly, saluted respectfully, and did not dare to speak loudly, for fear of affecting the old man's cultivation.

After the words fell, the old man under the tree slowly opened his eyes, and the old eyes flashed faintly, and quickly restrained their sharpness.

The white beard flutters in the mountain wind, and the white hair and childlike face can only be described as immortal.

"For disturbing Master's Qingxiu, I hope Master will forgive me." The middle-aged Taoist bowed.

The old man waved his hand, his eyes fell on the middle-aged Taoist priest, and he said calmly, "What's the matter?"

The middle-aged Taoist groaned for a moment, took a step forward, and said in a low voice, "Master, I'm afraid there may be the whereabouts of Junior Brother Chuchenzi."

Hearing this, the old man's expression was obviously stagnant, his eyes were full of surprise, he was stunned for three seconds, his surprise subsided, and his brows furrowed, "Since the moment he betrayed the teacher, there has been no dust in this world." son."

The middle-aged Taoist paused for a moment, then hurriedly nodded in agreement. His name is Zhang Heng, his Taoist name is Izumo, but he is older than Chuchenzi.

And this old man is Sikong Lingyun, the head of the Qingyun sect. He is now seventy-three years old, an eighth-rank martial artist, and one of the few martial arts experts in China. Feeling disheartened and cold, he seldom cares about the affairs of the sect, and concentrates on cultivating. Now his skills are even more unfathomable.

"Is he all right?"

Suddenly hearing that name that hadn't been mentioned for fifteen years, Sikong Lingyun's mood was extremely complicated. After all, that was his favorite disciple, but he ended up on a dead end. , all because of his persecution back then.

Sikong Lingyun has never been able to overcome this hurdle in his heart. He has been living in self-blame for fifteen years. If he hadn't been so stubborn back then and could have agreed to that marriage, Qingyun today would probably be in a different situation. ?

Every time Sikong Lingyun thinks of this, he can't help feeling sad in his heart. It is precisely because of this guilt that he chose to spare Chenzi's life fifteen years ago and let him go. Chenzi is dead, and only Liu Yun survives.

Fifteen years later, when suddenly he heard the news of Chenzi's birth again, Sikong Lingyun's memory that had been dusty for many years was once again opened.

After hearing Sikong Lingyun's question, Izumoko paused and shook his head, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's not good."

"Well?"

Sikong Lingyun frowned slightly, although he didn't seem to care on the surface, but he was still somewhat concerned.

Izumo said, "It's hard for me to talk about this matter. Recently, a video appeared on some websites, and I saw it by chance. The person in the video looks very much like Chuchen... er, very much like Junior Brother Liu Yun back then." .”

"Video? What video, show it to me." Sikong Lingyun said immediately.

"This..." Izumoko paused, "Master, I don't dare, for fear of dirtying the master's eyes."

"Why don't you dare, take it quickly."

Sikong Lingyun's face darkened, and after hearing what Izumo said, he already had a premonition that the video might not be a good thing, but out of concern for Liu Yun, he couldn't help but want to watch it.

Izumoko hesitated again and again, and finally took out the phone, and respectfully handed it to Sikong Lingyun.

Looking at the screen on the phone, Sikong Lingyun's face turned from blue to black, then from black to red, and finally couldn't help but drop the phone angrily.

"What kind of style is it!" Sikong Lingyun trembled violently, and his beard was shaking violently.

Looking at the broken mobile phone, Izumoko couldn't help but smiled wryly. He knew this would be the result.

"Master, calm down, there may be something hidden about this matter." Izumoko quickly bowed, "Based on what I know about Junior Brother Liu Yun, he is absolutely determined not to do such a thing."

"You said that the person in the video is not him?" Sikong Lingyun's face was dark. He would recognize the person in the video even if it was turned into ashes. It was definitely his apprentice Liu Yun.

Izumo Zi said, "I don't mean that, I want to say that Junior Brother Liu Yun is probably being tricked by someone. The person who took the video has unusually sinister intentions."

Sikong Lingyun had a sullen face and did not speak.

"I learned that the three major families in Rongcheng and the Huaxia Martial Arts Association are now searching for the whereabouts of Junior Brother Liu Yun. In addition, the Xue family in the capital is even involved. Just now, the Xue family sent someone to send a message and asked me Qingyun to take action. This disciple dare not Make a rash decision, and ask the master to show you." Izuyunzi said.

"The Xue family?"

Hearing these two words, the expression on Sikong Lingyun's face seemed a little surprised and heavy. After pondering for a while, he said, "You take someone down the mountain immediately, and you must find him before other forces find Liu Yun, and bring him back to Qingyun Come on, he used to be my disciple of Qingyun after all, even though he committed a serious crime, even if he is going to be punished, he has to let me, Qingyun."

"yes."

Izumoko raised his head and glanced at Sikong Lingyun, and hurriedly responded, with what Sikong Lingyun did, was he still planning to protect Chuchenzi?

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Because tomorrow is the weekend, Su Hang planned to go home early, and even asked for a few days off. Anyway, as a god of learning, he is not worried about academic problems at all, and the level of professional courses has reached Chu Aiguo's level. At that height, the school classes are basically meaningless. If possible, he even wants to skip class directly and just wait for the final exam.

However, that is obviously unrealistic!

I called home, bought some gifts for my parents and younger sister, and went back to the rental house with two big bags.

Sitting on the bed, Su Hang pulled out the system and checked his attributes. The energy points were already full, and the upgrade was imminent.