The nine peaks of Maoshan Mountain are bathed in the deep rainy night, and the sound of dripping falls in the heart, adding a quiet and peaceful artistic conception.

Holding an umbrella, the group stepped on the ancient stone steps of the Nine Heavens Wanfu Palace of the Maoshan Sect.

Ruan Hanlin was dressed in a robe, standing alone, looking up at the majestic hall and plaque, and shed tears before speaking.

Thirty years later, he finally stood under the sect, listening to the bell that had echoed for more than 1,500 years, and breathing in the familiar air......

"Senior brother, let's go meet the head master. Ye Fan whispered behind him.

"Good. Ruan Hanlin couldn't help nodding and walked quickly towards the main hall.

Ye Fan glanced at everyone behind him, including Zhao Ling'er and Xiao Tianxi, and everyone stopped in their tracks.

In the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace, Huayangzi Lao Daoist was sitting on the futon in the hall with his hands on the dust, and his eyelids were open when he heard the sound.

"Master!"

Ruan Hanlin rushed a few steps, let out a sad cry in his mouth, knelt down and bowed, his knees fell heavily, and he kowtowed to Hua Yangzi again and again.

Looking at the somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar figure, Hua Yangzi's eyes showed an incomparably shocked look, and his old face was moved for a moment!

"You...... Are you Hanlin?" he asked in a trembling voice, staggering from the futon.

"Yes, Ruan Hanlin, an unfilial person, has not been able to serve his teacher for decades, this time...... This time I have returned, please punish the master!" Ruan Hanlin cried bitterly, his forehead hit the stone slab heavily, and he fell to the ground with tears!

Hearing his announcement, Hua Yangzi staggered and was excited, how could he not be surprised, how could he not be happy, how could he not be happy?

Ye Fan hurriedly stepped forward to support the head master and helped him walk to the front of the main hall.

"Get up, get up! Call for the teacher to see!" Hua Yangzi stretched out his hands together, wanting to help Ruan Hanlin up.

"Big brother. Ye Fan grabbed one in one hand and stood in the middle of the three.

The two old men, who are more than 100 years old, are all in tears, and it is difficult to hide the joy and sorrow of the reunion.

"It's really you, it's really my apprentice, God treats me well......" Hua Yangzi laughed, his expression a little crazy.

Ruan Hanlin's disappearance gave Huayangzi a great mental blow, and the already withered sect almost broke the mantle inheritance, but now it is lost and regained, and he is overjoyed, and the old Tao, who has always been unsmiling, almost can't suppress the surprise that fell from the sky.

"Master, the disciple is not filial......" Ruan Hanlin wiped the corners of his eyes, and in addition to excitement, he reached out and held Lao Dao's hands.

As far as his eyes could see, Hua Yangzi's eyes changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Hanlin...... Your hand?"

The two brothers glanced at each other, and Ye Fan took over the conversation and replied, "Master, the senior brother has not returned to the mountain for thirty years, precisely because of the incident in Qinling......

"Qin Ling, come on!"

At that moment, Ye Fan truthfully told Huayangzi the reason for this, and more people knew about the past thirty years ago.

Hearing the secrets of the past, Huayangzi was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "It's me who is not thoughtful and hurts you!"

"Master, don't blame yourself, everything is on the disciple, the disciple's skills are not as good as others, and the Sanqing bell is lost......" Ruan Hanlin was sincerely frightened, and hurriedly bowed his head to take the blame.

Hua Yangzi put his hands behind his back, stared at him and shook his head and said, "If I had revealed the secrets of the sect to you back then, how could you have avoided it in Macao for thirty years? ”

Sect Secrets?Ruan Hanlin was stunned and looked at the little junior brother.

Ye Fan thought of Jiang Yuan at this moment, and he had to take this opportunity to make a fuss.

After thinking about it for a while, he said: "Master, senior brother, on the way back to China, I encountered an incident, and if I think about it carefully, it may be inseparable from that person in Qinling. ”

The bitter battle on the Princess Grace, the hundred-year-old relationship between the Xiao family and the Jiang family's cultivators, all came from his mouth, which surprised Ruan Hanlin and made it difficult to calm down.

Seeing the flying sword left behind by Jiang Yuan, Ruan Hanlin's eyes widened, and he shouted again and again: "It's it, it's it! It's this flying sword!"

Back then, he could recognize the golden sword that killed dozens of children of the rivers and lakes in seconds and drank blood, turning into ashes!

Did that enemy really die at the hands of the little junior brother?

The surprise in Ruan Hanlin's heart was indescribable, as if a boulder had been unloaded, and his breathing was much smoother.

After listening to this unknown story, Hua Yangzi was silent for a long time, and finally made a decision: "You go to Lingxu Peak with the poor road!"

Many secrets in the cultivation world are drowned in the lofty mountains and the prosperity of the world, Huayangzi, as the contemporary head of the Maoshan Sect, has many affairs, and rarely sets foot in that field, if you want to distinguish the truth and find out the truth of the enemy, the only way in front of you is to ask Qingfeng Zhenren!

Thirty years ago, Ruan Hanlin fled to Macao for refuge because he did not know the inside story of the sect, and this kind of oolong incident must not be repeated again, as the inner disciples of the Maoshan sect, it is necessary for them to understand the profound history and heritage of the Shangqing sect, and carry forward the inheritance of Maoshan.

At the bottom of the Lingxu Peak, the four masters and apprentices stood quietly, and at this moment, the night rain gradually stopped, and the surroundings were quiet.

Zhao Ling'er secretly glanced at Ye Fan, wondering why he came to this place in the middle of the night, was it to meet the master uncle who had cultivated to the heavens and the earth?

Just when she was secretly wondering, Hua Yangzi raised a single palm to the top of the peak, and said respectfully: "Enlighten the master and uncle! ”

Really!

Whew-

The mountain wind is uplifting, a breath of auspicious warmth is blowing in the face, everyone only feels a flower in front of them, the body is as light as a feather, and then take a look, has been out of the bamboo forest, standing under an old pine.

The breezy man in sackcloth and long hair sat under the tree, his eyes slightly open, his expression extremely indifferent, and extremely quiet.

Ruan Hanlin showed an extraordinary look of shock, he never dreamed that the sect would have such a super master sitting in Lingxu Peak! This senior uncle ancestor, I'm afraid that ten Jiang Yuan are not opponents!

If Ye Fan is the guarantee that he made up his mind to be born, then the existence of Qingfeng Zhenren is like inserting a Dinghai Divine Needle in his heart!

"The disciple visits the master and the ancestor. Hua Yangzi bowed and bent over, and a group of disciples behind him hurriedly followed Shi Li.

Qingfeng Zhenren bowed slightly, his eyes swept over several people, still unwavering, and asked indifferently: "What is the so-called?"

"Uncle Yu, this matter is a long story...... Hua Yangzi then told Ruan Hanlin and Ye Fan all about what happened to them.

Thirty years ago, the battle of Qinling, and the battle between Ye Fan and Jiang Yuan in the Pacific Ocean a few days ago, deeply shocked the short-term cognition of the little junior sister Zhao Ling'er.

The stories experienced by the two senior brothers are more bizarre than the other, and the other is more thrilling than the other.

How many bizarre things are there in this world?

Qingfeng Zhenren listened to Huayangzi's statement and finally got up slowly.

When the four of them were at the foot of Lingxu Peak, he sensed that Ye Fan had broken through the aura of the innate realm, this incident was not the source of his surprise, the innate master was already divine in the eyes of ordinary people, but it was not surprising from the height of Qingfeng Zhenren.

It was Jiang Yuan who moved him! To be exact, it was the Jiang family!

"They're still alive!" a long sigh was a long sigh, and Qingfeng Zhenren's eyes were full of silence and gloom.

Everyone looked at each other, and it seemed that Qingfeng Zhenren knew about the Jiang family's cultivators. The mystery that rests in my heart is finally about to be revealed!