The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

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In Nanlang City south of the border of Nanzhou, there is a huge Qingyun Sect on Qikong Mountain, which is dilapidated and has few disciples.

Few of these disciples who are just pretending to have real spiritual roots are suitable for cultivation.

Most of them are children sent by families in the villages below the mountain who can't survive. In order to make a living, they become low-level disciples who can barely make a living.

There are only four middle-level and high-level disciples, which is even more innumerable than the sun and the moon. Kong Mingfan, who only hears his name but hardly sees him, is a myth among high-level disciples.

His master, Nangong Ling, was a hands-off shopkeeper. Originally, Qing Yunzong's immortal technique was tricky and weird, and he paid attention to one character-the word "slow" runs through it all, so there are very few disciples who can get started.

After Nangong Ling took over, he was not good at management, which confused Qing Yunzong.

Although he personally has superb Taoism and Dharma, he doesn't understand any principles that attract people's hearts. Instead, he travels around the world and helps the Quartet.If he wasn't the lord of Qingyun Sect, no one would say anything if he was unrestrained and unrestrained, but he would be able to gain a good reputation.

It's a pity that he can do whatever he wants in a high position, which has aroused strong dissatisfaction among Qing Yunzong's juniors who coveted the position of suzerain.

Coupled with the fact that Nangong Ling is merciful and generous, and can be called the holy father. For the sake of giving and accumulating virtue, Qing Yunzong's family fortune would have been wiped out if it was not rich and transcendent.

His other three juniors were not convinced by Nangong Ling, and now they just took the opportunity to work together to divide Qing Yunzong, which is more than a hundred miles away, into three independent sects.

They are the first, second, and third sects of Qingyun, all claiming to be the authentic Qingyun sect.

However, the official Qing Yunzong cultivation world has always only identified the one in the Qikong territory of Nanlang City.

So the three juniors all wanted to get their hands on the territory of the Qikong Realm in Nanlang City, and they were all beaten back by Nangong Ling one by one in the end.

Nangong Ling also has a big heart. Even if other capable disciples were taken away, leaving only some old, young, sick and disabled guarding the Qikong Realm in Nanlang City, he was still unwilling to leave, and he still didn't know how to repent. batch.

Kong Mingfan frowned deeply as he looked at the depressed Qing Yunzong.

"Brother Fan!"

Kong Mingfan returned to his senses and nodded: "En."

He was worshiped under Nangong Ling's sect under Qing Yunzong as Fan Xinying.

A group of teenagers in azure Taoist robes surrounded Kong Mingfan and walked with him along the long stone steps to the highest temple on the top of the mountain.

They are all low-level disciples who are new to Qing Yunzong.

A young man who was obviously correcting his head among the low-ranking disciples stepped forward and stood side by side with Kong Mingfan and said, "Brother Fan, didn't you go down the mountain to practice? Why are you back today?"

Kong Mingfan took a look at him, he didn't go back to Qing Yunzong very often, only occasionally in the past two or three years was called back by Nangong Ling to teach a few techniques of controlling different roots in cultivation, he barely remembered that this young man seemed to be called Li Xiang, and he was from Dazhongcheng The grandson of the former General Li's family.

Because when the former dynasty was broken, General Li fought stubbornly and almost lost his life for the sake of the Fan Dynasty. Emperor Long's ancestors appreciated Li's iron bones and not only did not kill him, but also gave him a vacant position.

As a descendant of General Li, Li Xiang came to Nangong Ling's Qing Yunzong because of Li's instruction. After all, Nangong Ling's reputation was a sensation in the previous dynasty, and he also had a deep friendship with Li.

It's a pity that Nangong Ling no longer cares about government affairs after the change of dynasty, and let himself go and become a wild crane.

All the celebrities and dignitaries in the court and in the opposition respect Nangong Ling very much, of course, except for the disciples of Qing Yunzong.

Seeing Mr. Li's face, Kong Mingfan responded, "Well, where is Master?"

Because his senior brother has always been cold and unreasonable, Li Xiang couldn't help but feel happy when he talked to him for the first time.

But...he was stunned for a moment.

Unexpectedly, he was squeezed behind by several other younger juniors and snatched the words: "Master is not at Qingyun Sect, he just left the mountain yesterday, and I don't know when he will be back. What can Senior Brother do for him? If you don't have time to wait, don't If you tell us, tell us back."

Kong Mingfan paused: "Master isn't here?"

"Aren't you here... Hey? Brother, you haven't said anything yet!"

Kong Mingfan turned his head and said, "Tell Master Uncle that I want to bring him a disciple back to practice with him."

"Ah?" Several teenagers watched Kong Mingfan Juechen flying away in a daze on the spot: "Senior Brother Li Xiang...you go to Wuzong Ridge and tell that old naughty boy, I dare not go..."

Li Xiang's face was also pale, he is used to being a good old man, these juniors rely on him for everything, now it's hard to refuse, so he just nodded: "Then I'll go..."

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"May I ask you, how do I get to the Qikong Realm?" Ding Baocheng took Min'er around to ask for directions and finally arrived in Nanlang City, but he didn't know where Qingyunzong was located among the mountains.

The Daoist Yunyou who was sitting drinking tea at the roadside stall raised his head when he heard the sound, his face was as clear as the moon, his eyes fell on Ding Baocheng's face for a moment, and he smiled heartily: "I don't know if there are other friends... This little friend, go to Qingyunzong for what?"

The Taoist at the table next to him laughed and said, "Are you looking for Qingyun Sect? If you come to our Qingyun Sect, you will be able to make some achievements within three years."

The young Taoist who originally wanted to talk more with Ding Baocheng smiled and continued to drink tea without speaking.

Ding Baocheng said: "May I ask if the Qingyun Sect and the Qingyun First Sect belong to the same family?"

"Hmph!" The people at the next table slapped the table angrily and said, "Of course not! How can my Qingyun sect be confused with that dilapidated Qingyun sect full of rubbish?"

Ding Baocheng said: "That's all, I just want to go to Qingyunzong."

The tea-drinking Taoist stared at Ding Baocheng with interest when he heard the teacup in his hand.

Min'er pouted and stood on tiptoe to block his sight, the Taoist didn't get angry, just smiled and patted his head to tease him: "Do you want to practice Taoism too, little friend?"

Min'er was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "I think..."

The people at the next table couldn't help persuading Ding Baocheng: "Not to mention that Qing Yunzong has been in disrepair for a long time, the exercises are also the old-fashioned methods of a hundred years ago. Come to our Qingyun sect, and the exercises will be completed quickly..."

Ding Baocheng raised his hand and said, "No need, you have repeatedly emphasized that one of your exercises is fast, but practice is a matter of tempering the mind, and all those who say it is quick are either going astray or fooling outsiders. Unfortunately, I can barely be considered a Experts, so there is no need to say more. Different ways do not seek each other."

"Toast, don't eat fine wine!" A middle-aged Taoist at the next table who was dressed extremely well and brightly slapped the table angrily and drew his sword: "It's just a young boy who dares to show his face and talk about my sect?"

A few young Taoists beside him hurriedly pulled him: "Uncle Shiming, he has no vision, so you don't have to get angry, let him go, sometimes he will regret it."

The young Taoist said to Ding Baocheng: "If fellow Taoists are not in a hurry, why don't you sit down and have a drink of tea together to rest your feet. I happen to be on the way to Qing Yunzong, and I can show you the way when I turn back."

"Excuse me." Ding Baocheng sat down when he heard the words: "Ding Baocheng, a poor man, dare to ask the friend's name?"

"Ah, I am... Nangong Ling." The young Taoist smiled and poured him a cup of tea: "Please use it."

Ding Baocheng had never heard of this name, but he felt that this person had a good temperament and was really friendly, so he nodded his thanks.

Nangong Ling also poured a cup for Min'er, and said with a gentle smile, "Why did fellow Taoist go to Qingyunzong?"

"Looking for someone." Ding Baocheng put down his drained cup and poured another cup of tea. He was really thirsty after flying all the way without a drop of water: "Fellow Daoist, have you heard of Fan Xinying?"

Nangong Ling paused when he heard this, picked up the cup and said, "Naturally, I have heard that Fan Xinying is outstanding in Daoism, chivalrous and righteous, and he is even more upright and decisive. Xuanying, who is known as one of the four sons of Qingyun, is him."

Ding Baocheng heard him praise Kong Mingfan for a long time, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "I never thought that he is such a respected Taoist."

Min'er held the cup and drank enough before putting down the cup and said, "Is the big ice cube a good person? I think he is all black and cold, like a big murderer without blinking an eye!"

Ding Baocheng gave him a thumbs up, "Min'er has a unique vision."

"I've only heard that Xuanying's character is rumored to be like this, but I haven't seen it before." Nangong Ling said with a smile: "I heard that fellow daoist said so, is it possible that fellow daoist is very familiar with the fourth son of Qingyun?"

Ding Baocheng shook his head and said, "I'm not familiar with it, but he owes me money, and I'm going to collect the debt."

"Yes!" Min'er was filled with righteous indignation: "He ate and wiped himself at our house and ran away without saying a word."

Nangong Ling snapped his fingers, and said with a smile: "I don't think so. After all, Xuanying is the favorite student of Qingyun Sect Master. How could he do such a sneaky thing? You must have misunderstood."

Ding Baocheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "This fellow Taoist doesn't know him, why is he protecting him like this? Could it be that you are..."

Nangong Ling thought that his identity had been identified, and was about to admit it when he heard Ding Baocheng say, "Could it be that Fellow Daoist is a fan of Fan Xinying and admires him?"

Nangong Ling almost spit out a sip of tea, coughed lightly, but had no choice but to admit that he was indeed a fan of his little apprentice: "That's right..."

After drinking tea, Ding Baocheng followed Nangong Ling all the way south.

Go forward through the town.

I saw jackdaws flying on the road and deer walking in the forest.

Pieces of bluestone roads leading to the depths of the mountain were climbed up by moss due to years of disrepair.

It's pretty desolate indeed.

But looking at the exquisitely carved stone pillars beside the road, I think this avenue should have been extremely brilliant in the past.

Ding Baocheng looked at the stone sculpture next to him and closed his eyes to feel the narration of the mountain spirit and tree spirit, as if he saw the pilgrimage years when countless Taoists went up to the mountain to seek Taoism.

Opening his eyes, the piety of the monks was gone. There were only the two of them on the road and a little boy who ran to the side curiously to touch the stone carving.

The vicissitudes of the world have changed rapidly.

Ding Baocheng felt a little emotional.

After turning over a mountain, you can see a fairy mountain hidden in green trees and green bamboos.Although covered by an enchantment, Yingying's blue aura couldn't escape Ding Baocheng's heavenly eyes.

Others may be confused by its ordinary appearance, thinking that this is just an ordinary mountain.

But Ding Baocheng felt that this mountain seemed to have a spirit, which could automatically guide him to cultivate with every breath, urging the surging spiritual power in his body to gather together.