Rebirth of the Xuanmen Supreme

When he came to the Xuanshu Association, Han Jingyun was immediately taken to the secret conference room on the top floor. Unexpectedly, Duan Xuze was also there, and beside him was an old man who looked very imposing.

"Mr. Han." Ever since Duan Xuze saw Han Jingyun's strength with his own eyes, he has always been like other mystics, calling Han Jingyun, a junior, "Mr. Han" without any discomfort.

As for Taoism, strength has always been respected, and those who have truly entered this way will never be constrained by age.

"Mr. Duan, this is..." Judging by his aura, he could not be a simple person. After Han Jingyun greeted him politely, he took the initiative to ask.

After all, in this world, in this life, he is a junior, so it is better to respect his seniors a bit. Although in essence, he is actually an old antique, but he likes to pretend to be tender, and he doesn't want to scare his brother.

"This is the president of the Capital Association of the Mysterious Arts Association, Meng Hongwei, Mr. Meng. He is currently the person with the highest cultivation level in our Taoist sect." Duan Xuze briefly but comprehensively introduced the old man. Because of his extraordinary background, Han Jingyun smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"Hello, Mr. Meng, I have admired your name for a long time." As for whether he really admired Meng Hongwei's name for a long time before, only Han Jingyun himself knows.

The moment Han Jingyun first saw Meng Lao, he quietly tested Meng Lao's cultivation, but obviously, he was wearing a magic weapon that concealed his cultivation, so he couldn't test it out. Leaving aside his cultivation, Han Jingyun should be curious about the magic weapon that hides his cultivation on this old Meng.

Moreover, this thing seemed to have a vague sense of familiarity, which made him even more curious.

"Mr. Han!" Han Jingyun was being polite and curious. However, after an ordinary greeting, Meng Lao, who was so calm and composed that he was almost unattainable, became a little strangely warm when he opened his mouth.

Han Jingyun raised his eyebrows slightly, and let Mr. Meng hold his hand tightly, and refused to let go for a long time.

Well, there really is another story, this old Meng, does it have something to do with him?Or is he also part of his missing memory?So is his missing memory from his previous life or this life?Han Jingyun remained calm on the face, but his heart was already in a mess.

As for the other two present, Duan Xuze and Gu Lihua, they were stunned. In view of the image of Mr. Meng in the past, they really couldn't lose their composure.

"Meng Lao..." The two whispered almost in unison, bringing Meng Lao who seemed to be in a daze back to his senses. He didn't intend to let go at all, and the eyes he looked at Han Jingyun became even warmer.

Han Jingyun: "..." What does this old man mean?

"Mr. Han, may I ask... is the patriarch of your sect Master Hong Minghong?" When Meng Lao asked this sentence, his eyes were so bright that they almost flashed, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

When Han Jingyun heard the word "Hong Ming", he was a little confused.

Hong Ming...is exactly the name of his master. However, he has searched all over the ancient books in this world, even the unofficial history, but he has never found a single word about the master and the master. Now he heard the name of the master unexpectedly, He was a little dazed.

"Where did you know the name of Master Hong? What is your relationship with Qingyunzong?" Han Jingyun directly said "Qingyunzong", which already revealed his relationship with Qingyunzong, and only waited for Meng Hongwei's reply.

"Mr. Han is really related to Qingyun Sect! That's great! When I heard about the course content taught by Mr. Han from Xu Ze, I was skeptical. Now that I see Mr. Han, I can finally confirm that you are the one I have been searching for for many years. My master's successor, sir, accept my worship!" Before the words finished, Meng Hongwei had already bowed respectfully, Han Jingyun was calm and composed, but Duan Xuze and Gu Lihua were so frightened that they almost fell off their chairs. Going down to the ground, he was about to help people in a hurry, but he was too shocked by Mr. Meng's aura to dare to act without authorization, and he froze in place, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

"Aren't you a disciple of Qingyun Sect?" Han Jingyun frowned slightly after hearing Meng Hongwei's words, and asked out his doubts.

"With my qualifications, I am indeed not qualified to enter the Qingyun Sect. However, the clan has been passed down from generation to generation. It is necessary to continue the existence of the Qingyun Sect, wait for the reappearance of the Qingyun Sect's descendants, revive the Qingyun Sect, and guide the Taoist sect to get rid of it. The predicament of decline." After speaking, Meng Hongwei took out a palm-sized cyan jade from his chest and put it in front of Han Jingyun with both hands.

Seeing this piece of jade, Han Jingyun's eyes flashed with clarity.

This magic weapon is called the moon, it is a magic weapon used to hide the cultivation level, and it is also the first magic weapon he refined to hide the cultivation level. At that time, it was a one-time success, but he didn't think so much Satisfied, when it was about to be destroyed, the master bumped into it, and the master wanted to go there, saying that it was to be kept as a souvenir. Unexpectedly, after reliving my life, I met this magic weapon again in another world.

The understanding and nostalgia on Han Jingyun's face were obvious. Duan Xuze and Gu Lihua didn't have a deep touch, but Meng Hongwei became more and more excited, and even his hands trembled slightly.

He was almost certain in his heart that Han Jingyun was the descendant of the Qingyun sect whom the Meng clan had been looking for for generations. If not, how would he know the existence of this blue jade?

"Sir, do you know this jade? Do you know the origin of this jade?" Meng Hongwei has been curious about the origin of this jade for a long time, and now he finally hopes to hear the real story of this jade. Excited?

"This magic weapon is called Zhanyue. It's a magic weapon that conceals cultivation. It was forged by Master Hong's first disciple. It was taken away by Master Hong as a souvenir. I didn't expect it to be passed down to this day..." Qing Yun There are so many treasures in Zong that have not been passed down, but this hand-practicing work of his was passed down, which made him unable to help but sigh and feel sad.

I don't know what happened to the master, what happened to the master, what happened to the juniors after he and the ghost king died together...

Thinking of all the things in his previous life, Han Jingyun was inevitably a little depressed. His silence made the atmosphere in the meeting room even more depressing.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door, and then, Zhu Xiyan's voice sounded outside the door.

"Xiaoyun, I bought milk tea, do you want to drink it?" Zhu Xiyan's voice sounded quite nervous. In fact, it wasn't that he wanted to make trouble on purpose, but that he suddenly felt palpitations and was inexplicably worried. Han Jingyun, by accident, bought two cups of milk tea, one for himself and one for his brother.

When he arrived at the door of the meeting room, he felt a little regretful, but he still ignored the strange gazes of others, and knocked on the door bravely.

The door of the conference room opened quickly, and Han Jingyun came out with Zhu Xiyan's familiar gentle smile on his face.

"Brother." Han Jingyun only felt that his originally dull mood immediately became brighter the moment he heard his brother's voice, and the smile in his eyes made his expression more gentle.

Zhu Xiyan offered the milk tea with blinking eyes, and asked with a little guilt: "Do you want milk tea?"

"Yes, brother, are you bored waiting for me?" Han Jingyun's mood suddenly improved, and he almost blurted out the idea of ​​pulling Zhu Xiyan into the meeting room together.

However, Zhu Xiyan shook his head like a rattle, "No! Don't ask me to go in for a meeting. I don't understand. It's fine for me to hang out... Well, what trouble did you encounter? Don't be in a bad mood, if you feel unhappy, just take a sip of milk tea."

Han Jingyun was a little dazed when he heard it, but he quickly realized that his heart was soft, "So, brother felt that I was in a bad mood, so you came here to bring me milk tea?"

Is this the tacit understanding between lovers?

Well, sure enough, his brother also likes him, he has never had a one-way crush.

"...Oh, hurry up and get busy, I'll go to the terrace..." Zhu Xiyan felt a little embarrassed for some reason, and hurriedly pushed Han Jingyun around, and then ran away in a hurry. On the back, "flee in panic" was printed in capital letters, and Han Jingyun couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth again and again.

"Mr. Han?" The three people in the meeting room looked at the scene with a slightly complicated mood, and they didn't dare to speak out until Zhu Xiyan ran away.

"Well, let's get down to business."

The matter of Qing Yunzong can be discussed later, but the matter of Nie Huo cannot be delayed.

Han Jingyun took out the jade bottle that was sealed with evil fire, put it lightly on the dark conference table, and said in a deep voice: "On this jade bottle, there are nine layers of sealing circles and runes engraved, but it is still not clear. Insurance, as long as there is another group of evil fire resonating with it, he may break free from the seal and escape at any time. I want to find a place that is extremely cloudy, cold and burning with fire, and outside the jade bottle, I will place another layer of sealing method Only in this way can it be regarded as insurance."

"Barely considered insurance" means that accidents may happen at any time.

"Mr. Han, where did this evil fire come from? Why...was it ignited in the villa of the third master of the Zhu family?" The matter of evil fire is no longer a secret among the senior members of the Xuanshu Association. The three people present, Nature knows the details.

"The evil fire comes from the depths of hell. It is formed by the gathering and demonization of the evil spirits peeled off layer by layer when the unforgiving evil spirits and ghosts are punished by the eighteen layers of hell. The formation process is extremely complicated, but it has never been cut off. It is almost an eternal existence, but Yan Luo, the manager of the underworld, can completely suppress the evil fire, so since ancient times, the evil fire has not been able to cause too much trouble, but..."

"However, today is the age of the Dharma. Although the underworld still exists, whether Yama's strength can still suppress the evil fire like in ancient times is also a question." Meng Laola said later, his voice sounded cold of.

"That's right, we have to find a way to talk to the underworld. The problem of evil fire should not be backlogged."

Otherwise, there may be endless troubles, and this evil fire appeared so suddenly, Han Jingyun never believed that it was accidental.

It's not accidental, it's man-made, it's a conspiracy.