The only way

Chapter 589

Sanqing is majestic, like ascending to the gate of heaven.

Thousands of golden lights roll in red, and thousands of auspicious streaks are sprayed with purple mist.

The celestial mountains are hidden among the green clouds and mists, like dreams and illusions, seemingly out of reach, and like the scenery of heaven and earth.

Twenty years after a farewell, the fairy mountain is still there, and the Sanqing is still there.

The sound of the giant bronze bell rang for a long time, the cranes kept chirping, and the spiritual light illuminated the sky and the earth, like clouds and mists piled up in snow separated a ladder of clouds and mist in the sound of the bell, and a fairy walked out from the depths of the green mountains and seas of clouds, and the spiritual power was condensed. The formed golden flowers danced wantonly in the air.

The visitor came with a wide-sleeved robe, a crown with a high belt, his eyes were as calm as water, his face was white and beardless, and there was a fresh air between his brows and eyes. Although he was middle-aged, he had a good appearance.

This person is the head of the Sanqing Dao Sect, Chonghe Zhenjun.

Zhenjun Chonghe looked up at the distant sky, his eyes surged with spiritual power, a humble and proud smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was like rolling thunder, and he said loudly, "It's not easy to say that a friend came from afar, senior came to me Sanqingdao Zong, it is really a luxuriant plant, so please forgive me if I miss you."

"Hahaha!"

The laughter was loud and loud, like waves rolling from the distant sky, with no concealment of pride and kindness.

At the same time, what is not concealed is the thick and powerful spiritual pressure.

The coercion of the late Yuan Ying surged wantonly around Sanqing Daozong, but it never invaded the city below or the mountain of Sanqing Daozong, just wandering in the void.

It seemed to be knocking on Sanqing's door, reminding someone that someone was coming, but they behaved well, knocking very gently and politely.

However, even if the other party intends to hide his cultivation, if he is close to the Sanqing Dao Sect, it may be difficult to hide the truth from the Sanqing Daoist cultivator.

Hearing the visitor's laughter, the smiles on Chong and Zhenjun's faces remained unchanged. Behind him was the Sanqing Taoist Sect. Even though his own cultivation level was far behind the opponent's, his back was very straight here.

"Chonghe, the head of the Sanqing Taoist sect, I don't know why senior came here. You might as well show up." Chonghe Zhenjun first said with a polite smile, rolled up his sleeves naturally, and stood calmly in the breeze. air.

"I'm from Penglai, overseas. It's a blessing to meet the head of Sanqing."

From the border between Jiumingzhou and Zhongzhou to the Sanqing Daozong Mountain Gate, it was only a few days for the monks after the Yuan Dynasty. However, Zhenjun Yidu intends to visit Donglu more. Come on, it took months.

Several months were enough for Zhenjun Yidu and Saintess Wuge to thoroughly familiarize themselves with the customs and language habits of the Eastern Land.

Changing into a brand-new white robe and tidying up his hair, Zhenjun Yidu slowly emerged into the void not far from Chonghe Zhenjun, with a shell-shaped flying magic weapon under his feet, and the wine on his waist. The pot shook lightly, with a cheerful expression.

Before Chong and Zhenjun could think about where this fairy gate of Penglai was, and before he could identify whether he had seen this Yuan Empress monk before him, he heard a clear and loud shout.

"Uncle Sect Master!"

The voice is clear, full of joy and excitement.

Chong and Zhenjun were stunned for a moment, and their eyes moved from this strange Yuanhou monk to behind him. First, a woman in blue was caught in his eyes. know.

Immediately afterwards, his gaze passed over the woman in blue, and landed on the two people behind the woman in blue.

The woman in green clothes and black hair waved her hand, with a big smile on her jade-like face, and her clean and gentle aura, Chonghe Zhenjun, as a responsible and outstanding head of the sect, was instantly in his mind Recalling the identity of the woman in front of him.

Isn't this Duanyi's little disciple?

The only immortal spirit root disciple in his sect?
A genius disciple who is suspected to be the ninth-rank Jindan, but unfortunately his whereabouts are unknown?

Chong and Zhenjun found all the memories about each other in the ocean of memories, and the name slowly emerged in their minds, Yu Lingchu.

"Martial Nephew Yu?" Chong and Zhenjun's eyes lit up, seeing that Lingchu's whole body was full of breath, and his cultivation base in the middle stage of Jindan was stable and smooth, the corners of his mouth smiled unconsciously.

Alright, the better the disciple is, the happier he will be as the head of the sect.

Unfamiliar Empress Yuan monks are important, as are their own disciples. Chong and Zhenjun were overjoyed at first, and then shivered slightly. He also remembered that this genius nephew fell into turbulent space in the deep sea magic eye. , but that doesn't mean nothing happened.

Today, I came back with a monk after the Yuan Dynasty, and I don't know if something happened.

It's better to bring your own disciples over first to feel more at ease.

"Lingchu, come here, don't bother seniors." Chonghe Zhenjun looked slightly serious, and beckoned to Lingchu as if he was sternly speaking to his juniors.

Yidu Zhenjun glanced at Chonghe Zhenjun with a half-smile, the expression on his face didn't change much, but he couldn't help laughing in his heart.

This Sanqing Daozong, from the head to the disciples, is a good hand at bluffing people, which is very interesting.

Lingchu smiled, knowing that the sect leader had good intentions, she couldn't trust Yidu Zhenjun whose background was unknown for the time being, but she still had one most important thing to say.

Shaking his head slightly, Lingchu pulled Senior Sister Mingyue by her side, and said to Chong and Zhenjun, "Uncle Master, take a quick look, who is this?"

Who?
Chong and Zhenjun shifted their gaze again, and landed on Zhan Taimingyue. His snow clothes were cold, his eyes were full of purple awns, and the master's professionalism made Chong and Zhenjun quickly remember the disciple in front of him again in a short period of time. who is it.

Phantom Spirit Body, Bing Lingen, Zhan Tai's Family, Zhan Tai Mingyue.

I remember that this disciple was also a man of the moment in the sect. It is a pity that he lost his trace decades ago when his cultivation base was still weak, and then he did not have a clear whereabouts like Lingchu. His master and sect I have searched for it, but unfortunately it has always been fruitless.

Even if the same fate card is still intact, as time goes by year after year, the attention in the sect will inevitably gradually decrease.

Although the task of finding him is still hanging in Sanqing's task hall, the only ones who really persevere are Zhan Taimingyue's master and fellow brothers and sisters.

The time was so long that when Chong and Zhenjun remembered it, they still couldn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, so many missing disciples would return today.

Wait, outside of overseas, Penglai.

Chong and Zhenjun seemed to think of something, a glint flashed in their eyes, then they bent their lips and smiled, their eyes were as warm as the morning sun, "Yu Lingchu, Zhantai Mingyue, welcome back to the clan."

When Zhan Taimingyue's cold face read out his name to Zhenjun, there was a slight ripple.

Lingchu laughed heartily and brilliantly.

They are back!
At the same time, in the deep secret realm of Sanqing Daozong, a very faint smile appeared on the corners of the mouth of the man who was leisurely drinking tea and playing chess under the ancient tree.

There are thousands of changes in the sky, and there is no fixed number in the world.

Who knows the good or the bad, you will have no regrets.

(End of this chapter)