Mortals ask the immortals

Within Jin Xuanzong

A middle-aged man with red eyebrows was sitting cross-legged in a secret room. There were a bunch of crystal-like objects stacked in front of him. They were all crystal clear and irregular in shape. Each one was about the size of a fingernail.

At this moment, the man was holding a crystal, waving his index finger up and down with his other hand, and soon saw some patterns composed of lines slowly appearing on the surface of the crystal.

The man's movements were very fast and skillful. His movements were almost done in one go. He could finish carving a crystal in just one breath. After carving the patterns on several crystals in succession, the red-browed middle-aged man seemed to feel something and stopped. With this movement, he escaped from the secret room in a flash.

As soon as he came out of the secret room, he saw a red light coming towards him. The man didn't panic and grabbed the red light in his hand.

After the man saw what was in his hand, his calm expression changed instantly. He looked towards the highest mountain peak shrouded in clouds and mist in the distance. He groaned and turned into a red light towards the mountain peak. Fly away.

After hearing Duan Qing's answer, the white-haired middle-aged man did not immediately agree. Instead, he closed his eyes and stopped talking!

Duan Qing saw that the graying middle-aged man was silent and did not dare to say anything more. He was just arranging his clothes. Although he had not looked in the mirror, he guessed that he must look very embarrassed now!

This is indeed the case. At this moment, he is wearing shabby clothes whose original color cannot be seen. The soles of his shoes are still wet and covered with mud. There are holes in the front, and his toes are exposed. His hair, which has not been taken care of for a long time, is messy. Oily and shiny!

The only things that were intact in his body were the black pot that was always on his back, and the bag at his waist, which contained the pot of Qin wine that his father gave him before leaving, as well as the mysterious metal and Ma Liang handed him the small bag.

After having some tea, Duan Qing saw that the white-haired middle-aged man was still silent, a little unable to sit still, and wanted to ask the guy if he had forgotten what he just said!

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps from the entrance of the valley. Duan Qing looked back and saw a middle-aged man in a robe appearing at the entrance of the valley. His pupils shrank. The Taoist robe on this man was very similar to that of Brother Ma Liang. They were both red, but the color was different. It is deeper, with intricate patterns embroidered on the cuffs and placket.

Judging by his face, he is probably about the same age as a white-haired middle-aged man. His expression is serious and tense, but the most impressive thing is his eyebrows, which are actually red. The feeling of power.

Only when the man came closer did Duan Qing realize that the red-browed middle-aged man was still holding something in his hand, which seemed to be Jin Xuan Ling. Could it be that the smelly white middle-aged man just made the Jin Xuan Ling fly out and got it into this person's hand? He couldn't help but think.

The words of the red-browed middle-aged man immediately confirmed Duan Qing's suspicion.

"Senior Brother, I don't know why I summoned you with the Jinxuan Order of a bad disciple."

The red-browed middle-aged man walked to the middle of the valley, glanced at Duan Qing with his cold eyes, made a fist-clasping gesture to the white-haired middle-aged man who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and asked.

Duan Qing was a little embarrassed by the red-browed middle-aged man's eyes. Hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at the white-haired middle-aged man who had his eyes closed to meditate. He was secretly shocked. He had previously thought that this man was very stinky and had a big attitude. But I didn't expect that this person was actually the head of Jin Xuanzong!

After hearing the words of the red-browed middle-aged man, the white-haired middle-aged man, the head of Jin Xuanzong, finally opened his eyes that had been closed and looked directly at the red-browed middle-aged man, but did not answer the red-browed middle-aged man. question, but gave an order to Duan Qing. "Repeat what you said before."

Duan Qing was very helpless. He had said this twice before! But there was no other way. Looking at the red-browed middle-aged man and the head of Jin Xuanzong who were looking at him coldly, Duan Qing had no choice but to tell the whole story about how he met Ma Liang and what happened after that.

The red-browed middle-aged man's face became more and more gloomy as he listened. When he heard Duan Qing say that Ma Liang told Master Sanyan not to avenge him, the red-browed middle-aged man's face was so dark that he could almost shed tears. His expression seemed like It's like eating people alive.

"The person who hurt Liang'er is the Chayue Sect's Situ Xiangnan?"

Although the red-browed middle-aged man asked Duan Qing, he actually asked the leader. After all, he was not an ordinary person. As soon as he heard Duan Qing describe Ma Liang's injuries, he had already guessed nine out of ten, but he Still not sure, so I have to ask the leader for confirmation!

The white-haired leader nodded slightly in response to the red-browed middle-aged man's question, and then said to the red-browed middle-aged man. "Junior Nephew Ma handed his Golden Xuan Order to this young man before he died. Junior Brother Sanyan, you should also understand what his intention was. Do you think you will take it away, or should I make other arrangements?"

Master San Yan looked at the young man in front of him who was dressed very awkwardly and even a little funny, and his mood was a little complicated. Ma Liang was the first disciple he accepted. He had watched him grow up since he was a child, and he cared about him very much. Their relationship was almost like a master or a father. the point.

In addition to his only beloved daughter Lu Ying, what he cared about most in Jin Xuanzong was this seemingly idiotic disciple. He was already aware of Ma Liang's admiration for Lu Ying, and just wanted her to go smoothly. Of course he didn't interfere much, but he didn't expect that his disciple lost his life because of it!

Therefore, after he listened to Duan Qing's story about Ma Liang's death, he felt nothing but hatred for the gangster who killed his disciple, Situ Xiangnan! There is also the guilt for this disciple. After all, Ma Liang died at the hands of Situ Xiangnan because of his beloved daughter.

"Well, forget it. Although I have no intention of accepting a disciple, since Liang'er wants him to be my disciple, I will fulfill Liang'er's wish. Liang'er! I'm sorry for you!"

Sanyan Zhenren couldn't help but feel a little sad, and even couldn't control his emotions when he thought about it later.

After putting away his expression, Sanyan Zhenren said to Duan Qing. "Come here, what's your name?"

"My last name is Duan and my name is Qing. I'd like to meet Sanyan Zhenren, and the master!"

Duan Qing hurriedly stepped forward to report his name, and bowed to Sanyan Zhenren, then remembered that there was a master next to him, and bowed to the master again.

When he heard the white-haired master call the red-browed middle-aged man "Junior Brother Sanyan", he knew that this man should be the master of Brother Ma Liang, and he might also become his own master, so he didn't dare to neglect him at all. He suddenly became a little restrained in front of these two big men, and didn't dare to breathe.

Sanyan Zhenren nodded, stepped forward and put his hand on Duan Qing's abdomen.

Duan Qing was suddenly pressed on the abdomen by a hand. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he did not dare to move. He only felt that his abdomen suddenly became hot, and the heat quickly spread from the abdomen to the whole body, and the whole body was warm.

But the hot feeling came and went quickly. After Sanyan Zhenren withdrew his hand, his body quickly returned to normal.

After Sanyan Zhenren withdrew his hand, he looked at Duan Qing with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but still said. "You can join my sect."