Chapter 27

In the middle of the night, Qin Ming came to the foot of the medicine mountain again. The roar just suppressed rang again and echoed in the depths of the medicine mountain. Looking from a distance, the golden light flickered, the fog surged, and the rumbling sound of ground collapse could be vaguely heard.

Qin Ming tried to take a few steps forward. The roar was suddenly violent, and the whole medicine mountain seemed to tremble.

"What's inside?"

Qin Ming began to feel uneasy. Who dares to approach such a strange thing? Does it ask me to come here to occupy Shura Dao?

"It's you again!" Ling Xue appeared, and her tone was no longer polite.

"What's inside?" Qin Ming asked.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Step back!"

"Tangtang Qingyun sect can't control it? Why roar at it?"

"Back down!!"

"It affects my sleep. You'd better take care of it." Qin Ming pointed to the medicine mountain and turned away.

Ling Xue was speechless, but something strange happened again. As soon as Qin Ming left, he roared and stopped abruptly.

The next morning, Qin Ming just finished delivering the goods and came to the medicine mountain with a stone jar. At this time, there was another roar in the medicine mountain. Although it was not particularly fierce, it still disturbed four or five mountains near the medicine mountain and thousands of disciples.

Many people began to feel uneasy. They used to be late at night. What happened today? Qin Ming woke up Yaoshan and turned and left. When he left, the roar stopped quickly and there was no movement.

For several days, Qin Ming would walk around the medicine mountain from time to time, and roared every time. He is sending a message to the inside. Don't always greet me. I won't go in! By the way, stimulate the elders of Qingyun sect to solve the problem quickly. But outsiders don't know the situation. Even people are wondering how old they are. Can they really be overwhelmed? Do you want to take special measures? Today, a special team came down from the foot of qingyunzong mountain.

Eight men and women, riding eight black tiger horses, stopped in front of the sect door and looked up at the three vigorous words on the towering mountain in front of them - Qingyun sect.

"Qingyun sect, it's the first time for me to come here." the first young man was dressed in royal clothes. He was noble, but his Python robe was wide open on both sides, and his posture was a little wild. He is of great stature, with bronze complexion, clear and deep facial features, and a slight arc is stirred up at the corners of his mouth.

"Qingyun sect is one of the eight sects in the northern region. Although it is low-key, it has been prosperous for hundreds of years and has a profound heritage." the man on the left has gray hair, but he combs neatly, and his clothes are clean and luxurious. There is no dust of long journey. Even his clothes are clean. His face is white and clean, and he can't see any aging and capable temperament.

"I came for Yueqing. I hope I won't be disappointed." the young man jumped forward.

At the foot of the front main gate mountain, some disciples noticed them and greeted them in advance. They drank coldly from a distance: "stop! Dismount! This is Qingyun sect."

The boy rode on the black tiger horse and walked forward. The black tiger horse raised his head proudly without stopping. The back team followed up with pride and ignored these disciples.

Qingyun sect disciple was about to draw his sword to warn, when a superior disciple led the team suddenly recognized the special embroidery pattern on these people's cloak: "Python King's house?"

The young man showed the gold medal at his waist: "inform your patriarch, Cao Wujiang, King Python's house."

Accompanying the old man smiled lightly: "Lengshan, Prince Mang's mansion, please see the leader of Qingyun sect."

Qingyun main peak, Qingxiao hall.

The leader of Qingyun sect and several elder relatives are waiting here.

The influence and strength of Prince Mang's residence are similar to that of Qingyun sect, but it is slightly higher than Qingyun sect in status and background.

"Elder martial brother, long time no see." the gray haired man smiled softly and saluted the leader of Qingyun sect at the top of the main hall.

The leader of Qingyun sect looked a little cold. He looked at Cao Wujiang first, and then said indifferently, "younger martial brother Lengshan, you're all right."

"Elder martial brother Meng's concern is not bad." the man sat down with the prince's son and nodded to several Qingyun sect elders opposite: "I haven't returned to Qingyun sect for more than ten years. Fellow disciples, do you remember my cold mountain?"

A female elder said faintly, "one of the seven males in the python palace, 'six Yang wolf' white mountain."

The man smiled: "I'm talking about my identity of Qingyun sect."

A chubby elder blew the tea in the teacup and sipped: "you have not been a member of Qingyun sect since the day you left Qingyun sect."

"Whether Qingyun sect recognizes me or not, I always regard Qingyun sect as my home and everyone as my classmates."

"Really?" the slightly fat elder's cold eyes coagulated.

"For twenty years, no matter where I go, I always remember that I came from Qingyun sect. This is my first home."

"That's enough." the teacup in weipang elder's hand crashed, and the hot hot water sprinkled on the table: "why didn't you remember that you were from Qingyun sect when you mutilated Qingyun sect elder and attacked Qingyun sect's Lingshi mine?"

"That was more than ten years ago. Didn't I apologize afterwards?"

"Your so-called apology is to send back the head?" the fat elder Huoran got up and angrily pointed to Baishan.

"Everyone expresses their apologies in different ways. If you don't read the same kindness, you may not be able to see the head." Bai Shan's last words were very low and vaguely hidden in his gentle laughter.

"You..." all the elders of Qingyun sect stood up.

"Sit down," said the leader of Qingyun sect. "Baishan, after the incident more than ten years ago, you are no longer a disciple of Qingyun sect. Today, I'm here to meet you to see your identity of boa palace, the little childe around you, childe Wujiang."

"I'm here today on behalf of King Mang's residence." Baishan fingertips the light table and raised a voice to the door: "distinguished guests visit and don't know how to read tea? Don't you disciples know etiquette?"

The disciples outside the door ignored it. Until the fat elder coughed twice, several disciples came in with tea and put it next to Baishan and little prince Cao Wujiang.

Baishan picked up the tea cup, took a sip, closed his eyes and tasted it for a while: "Qingyun sect's water and Qingyun sect's tea have not been tasted for nearly 20 years."

Little childe Cao Wujiang just touched the teacup and didn't pick it up. He ignored the tense atmosphere in the main hall, as if it had nothing to do with himself. His eyes floated outside from time to time, and there stood some disciples of Qingyun sect.

After tasting the tea, Baishan was not in a hurry and said, "I came here today to congratulate on behalf of King Mang's house. I heard that you have cultivated a descendant of genius named Yue Qing. You have reached the Xuanwu realm just when you were 16."

"Your news is very well informed." the female elder snorted coldly.

Baishan put down his tea cup and looked at the patriarch with a smile: "will Yueqing attend the eight tea parties?"

"The eight tea parties have something to do with your Python mansion?"

In the northern region, five kings dominate and eight sects develop simultaneously. These are the dominant places in the eyes of the world. The holy land of martial arts in the hearts of countless martial artists. Qingyun sect is one of the eight sects in the northern region and has a noble status.

Every two years, eight schools hold a tea party, where the giants meet and the elders meet. At that time, there will be competition among the disciples of each school.

This is the tradition that the eight major groups have inherited for hundreds of years, and it is the way they declare the dominant position of the land of the northern region.

Over time, the eight tea parties became an important gathering in the northern region. The competition among disciples has also been given special significance and has become a stage for eight schools to show their rookie elites. Each tea party will select the top five, which will not only be given prizes, but also be awarded names.

If anyone can get his name at the eight tea parties, he will be famous in the northern regions.

At every tea party, bazong will take the best disciples to the past. On the one hand, they should try their best to compete for good places, and on the other hand, they should also observe the excellent disciples in each other's sect.

The performance of disciples has indirectly become the standard to reflect the potential of each sect. After all, the birth of a genius will undoubtedly affect the strength of the sect in the future.

Lengshan smiled: "for three consecutive eight tea parties, none of the disciples of Qingyun sect has entered the top five, and there are few places in the top ten. Is Qingyun sect going to decline? Is it unable to cultivate talents? Or are the other seven schools getting stronger and stronger?"

"You are in King Mang's mansion and have been paying attention to Qingyun sect. It's just a few tea parties, which is not enough to affect the status of Qingyun sect."

"It doesn't affect the status, but it affects the face. But this time, there is finally hope. With Yueqing's talent, it should be no problem to advance into the top five. I come to congratulate you in advance on behalf of Prince Mang's house."

The leader of Qingyun sect and several elders are suspicious. Is there a saying of congratulating in advance? When did Prince Mang's mansion care so much about Qingyun sect.

"Prince Mang's residence had some misunderstanding with Qingyun sect before, and the relationship has not been handled well. This time, Prince mang personally arranged me to come here to ease the relationship. What do you think, senior brother?"

Qingyun sect leader didn't make a statement, but figured out Lengshan's intention to come this time. When he was young, he had a good relationship with Lengshan, but since Lengshan left Qingyun sect 20 years ago and went out, his mind has become more and more strange, and the two sides began to alienate. Until more than ten years ago, Lengshan joined Python palace and raised a knife to Qingyun sect to show his loyalty.

Over the years, Lengshan's strength has become stronger and stronger, and his position in the python palace has become higher and higher. Until he ranks among the seven heroes, he has become an absolute confidant of the python king and has a strong reputation in the whole northern region. But Lengshan has never returned to Qingyun sect to admit his mistake, nor has he eased the relationship between Qingyun sect and mang palace. Today, he suddenly remembered to ease it? Or bring the prince of the palace?

Lengshan waited for a while: "young master has always been longing for Qingyun sect. This is the first time to come. Can you arrange someone to take him around?"

The leader of Qingyun sect showed his unexpected face to arrange his disciples.

"See you later." Cao Wujiang got up to salute, exchanged eyes with Lengshan without trace, and walked out of the main hall.