Mortals ask the immortals

This sounded like heavenly music to Duan Qing. Although he was a country bumpkin with little experience, he knew that this was a great opportunity.

Sanyan Zhenren didn't say anything more. After saying goodbye to the headmaster, he took Duan Qing and left the valley.

Under the flower tree, the white-haired headmaster closed his eyes again after Sanyan Zhenren and Duan Qing left. He kept meditating. When Sanyan Zhenren came, he didn't get up. He just nodded slightly. He didn't care about Duan Qing, the new disciple, at all. The only thing he needed to confirm was whether Duan Qing was a spy from other sects, and he had already confirmed this.

Following Sanyan Zhenren out of the valley and walking along a quiet path, Duan Qing was shocked by the scenery in front of him!

At the end of the path was a large bluestone square. Above the square was a staircase, and above the staircase was a magnificent hall.

Below the square were several stone arch bridges. Duan Qing could only see part of the bridge now. The rest was hidden in the deep clouds and mist. It was difficult to guess how long these bridges were.

There was a man standing in front of Duan Qing and San Yan Zhenren. He was the young man Duan Qing had met at the foot of the mountain before, and was called Xuan Jing by the head of the sect.

"Xuan Jing greets Uncle San Yan."

Xuan Jing bowed his head to San Yan Zhenren and nodded slightly to Duan Qing.

He had seen San Yan Zhenren enter the valley before, and now he saw San Yan Zhenren bringing the young man out. He knew that his master, the head of Jin Xuan Sect, had already figured out that what Duan Qing said was true. He and Ma Liang were good friends. He knew that Ma Liang was not killed by Duan Qing, and Duan Qing was the person Ma Liang supported with Jin Xuan Order, so he expressed goodwill to Duan Qing.

San Yan Zhenren nodded slightly, but did not say much, nor did he mean to introduce himself. He walked towards a stone bridge on the far right. His steps were a little heavy, and he could feel that he was a little uneasy at the moment.

Duan Qing looked at this young man called Xuan Jing by the head of the sect and felt a little indignant. He was still angry about the previous incident. This man almost made his head move!

In his heart, he cursed the guy called Xuan Jing to death, pretended not to see the man greeting him, and followed San Yan Zhenren silently to the stone bridge.

Yanfeng is called Yanfeng not because of how hot this place is. In fact, Yanfeng is not hot at all, and it is even a little cold. At least Duan Qing feels so now. His ragged clothes were blown by the mountain wind on Yanfeng, which made him feel a little painful and his chest cold.

Yanfeng is called Yanfeng because it contains the only Yanmai of Jinxuan Sect. This Yanmai was sealed and guided by the people of Jinxuan Sect for the purpose of refining weapons. Duan Qing only found out about this later.

Now he is standing behind San Yan Zhenren, and the cool wind on Yanfeng makes him cry and have snot. It has been half an hour since he walked from the square to here. Since he saw Xuan Jing in the square, he has not met anyone else along the way. The stone bridge that Duan Qing did not see before is also a bit outrageous. It took him about an incense stick of time to walk through it.

There are no grand buildings like the Grand Hall Square on Yanfeng. There are only a few small attics built along the mountain, which are relatively far apart.

At this moment, in one of the largest small attics, Duan Qing is standing in front of Sanyan Zhenren, looking a little nervous, and she doesn't know where to put her hands.

Sanyan Zhenren looked at Duan Qing in front of him and said expressionlessly. "Liang'er entrusted my sect's Jinxuan Order to you before he died. I will accept you as my disciple today, but you must remember that entering my Jinxuan Sect is like cutting off the worldly ties. You must not have any delusions, bully the weak and kill the innocent, kill your fellow disciples, or betray your master. Do you know?"

When he said a few "no", Sanyan Zhenren's tone was obviously heavier, his voice was much louder, and his words were full of unquestionable majesty.

Duan Qing was shocked by Sanyan Zhenren's momentum, and felt that the person in front of him was like a god. Sanyan Zhenren's words also echoed in his mind like thunder.

With a thud, Duan Qing knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times. "Disciple Duan Qing pays respect to Master, and will never forget Master's teachings."

He didn't kneel down because of the aura of San Yan Zhenren, but because he had heard Uncle Wang say that others had to kneel down and kowtow when they became disciples, and he was really in awe of San Yan Zhenren in front of him.

Having seen the godlike methods of Ma Liang, Xuan Jing, and the white-haired head, he had a deep respect for people of San Yan Zhenren's level, not to mention that the person in front of him was the master of Brother Ma Liang.

"Well, your comprehension is not bad."

A smile finally flashed across San Yan Zhenren's unchanging face, but then he said seriously. "Your talent is just ordinary, not as good as those with outstanding talents. The road is difficult and dangerous, and God rewards hard work. You must remember to study hard and practice hard and don't slack off."

After speaking, he reached out to his waist and took out a jade slip tied with a white rope. With a light push, the jade slip floated towards Duan Qing as if it had no weight.

"This is the technique for Qi training disciples. You should study it carefully and get started as soon as possible. Your senior sister will teach you the specific method of use later."

"Also, here are three spirit stones. You can use them first. Your senior sister will tell you the method of use later."

After giving the jade slip, San Yan Zhenren took out three crystal stones from somewhere and gave them to Duan Qing.

Duan Qing reached out and carefully caught the floating jade slip and three spirit stones, and put them together in his small bag. Suddenly he remembered something, took Ma Liang's sword from his waist, untied the cloth bag on his waist and took out a small bag, handed it to San Yan Zhenren and said.

"Master, this is Brother Ma Liang's sword and... storage bag, which was left by Brother Ma Liang before he died. Brother Ma Liang said that the snow jade he found for his junior sister is in this bag."

Duan Qing thought for a long time and finally remembered that the name of the small bag seemed to be called storage bag. He had been carrying it with him all the way.

San Yan Zhenren waved his hand lightly and the sword flew over and was held in his hand. Looking at the sword in his hand that was stained with the sap of various trees, San Yan Zhenren showed a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

"This is Liang'er's flying sword, named Jinghong. I forged it for Liang'er when he broke through to the Transcendent Realm!"

As he spoke, he shook his hand lightly, and the sword body trembled. The dirt on the flying sword quickly dissipated like the turbid air under the scorching sun, revealing the red sword body, accompanied by a crisp sword sound.

After putting away the flying sword, Sanyan Zhenren suddenly felt a little bored. He glanced at the dirty bag without looking at what was inside.

"You can keep this bag. It's Liang'er's legacy to you."

Duan Qing had no choice but to put the bag away and put it in his arms.

Ring, ring, ring~~

"Dad, dad, what's the matter with you just sending me a message to come here?"

Just then, a cheerful female voice like a yellow warbler came from outside the attic, accompanied by a crisp bell sound.