The only way

Chapter 590 Master and Disciple
Sanqing is an ancient and huge sect.

Majestic and awe-inspiring are her constant tone all the year round.

But on this day, it was as if the spring thunder suddenly sounded, the clouds broke through the sky, and the three mountains and twelve peaks in the inner mountains of the Sanqing, for the first time, the true kings of the three mountains came out of their nests.

It shocked countless disciples and elders in Sanqing Neishan.

Inside the Sanqing Hall.

Chong and Zhenjun sat on it, and there was a square jade chair on the left and right sides.

There are three stairs at the bottom. Two rows of jade-colored tables and chairs are lined up on the left and right sides of the main hall at the bottom. There is a platform between the three stairs, which is surrounded by carved jade railings. There are also several sets of jade tables and chairs arranged in rows. .

Zhenjun Yidu was sitting on the seat next to the main seat in the main hall. On the jade table in front of him were spiritual fruits, spiritual tea and spiritual wine, and a delicate and small golden incense burner, which contained faint fragrance and spiritual smoke. , sometimes turning into agile white cranes in mid-air, and flying towards the top of the hall, enveloping bursts of refreshing fragrance.

Wuge Saintess also stood behind Yidu Zhenjun, her eyes were slightly lowered, her back was upright, her demeanor was dignified, and her eyes never wandered.

As for Lingchu and Zhantai Mingyue, they stood opposite Yidu Zhenjun and the others. Except for the monks in the Yuanying realm who were sitting, they were all juniors in the Jindan realm standing.

Because of the relationship between Lingchu and Zhantai Mingyue, and because of Chonghe Zhenjun's confidence, Yidu Zhenjun and Wuge Saintess entered the Sanqing Dao Sect quite smoothly, and were honored by Chonghe Zhenjun treat.

It can be said that it is a great courtesy to open the main hall of Sanqing Daozong to welcome Yidu Zhenjun.

Both of them are Yuanying Zhenjun. Although Chonghe Zhenjun's cultivation level is lower than that of Yidu Zhenjun, but in the Sanqing Dao Sect, Chonghe Zhenjun's own territory, such a gap can be said. It does not exist at all. It can even be said that Zhenjun Yidu dared to enter the Taoist sect of the Sanqing, and the courage required was much greater than that of Zhenjun Chonghe inviting him to enter.

You know, whether it was before Lingchu came, or during this period of time, whether Zhenjun Yidu himself had seen and heard in Donglu, Zhenjun Yidu and Wuge Saintess were very clear. Within Qing Dao Sect, there are cultivators who have transformed themselves into gods.

Moreover, there is more than one monk in the post-Yuan realm.

Similarly, this kind of behavior can also see the sincerity of Yidu Zhenjun.

Therefore, the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs chatted happily in the hall, talking and laughing at Yan Yan, and the topics they talked about were all over the world, and the unconstrained style was unrestrained. What was rare was that the two of them could still chat smoothly.

Such a harmonious atmosphere, until a loud shout pierced the silence of the hall, and the cranes on Yuqing Mountain flapped their wings and flew away in shock.

"Chonghe! What did you ask me to do! Don't you know I'm busy?"

The woman's voice was full of spirit, sharp and flamboyant.

The light pierced through the clouds and fell straight into the hall. The woman in the purple dress was wearing a golden crown, with two purple hair bands floating behind her head, her long eyebrows were drawn into her temples, and her phoenix eyes were as sharp as her voice.

A middle-stage Nascent Soul's cultivation base is round and unobstructed, and there is also some faint restlessness. With his impatient look, there is an inexplicable fit.

Chong and Zhenjun have always known Zhenjun Duanyi's temperament, but they didn't expect that the situation would become more and more serious over the years.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was almost unstoppable, Chong and Zhenjun's expression froze for a moment, and then he said gently, "Duanyi, just look at this hall."

"Little apprentice!"

Before Chong could finish speaking with Zhenjun, Zhenjun Duanyi had already found a familiar figure in his consciousness, the purple figure disappeared in place, and appeared on the second platform in the next moment.

Lingchu had already burst into a smile the moment his master Duanyi Zhenjun appeared.

When he saw Master suddenly appearing in front of him, Lingchu couldn't help but widen his smile a little bit, and there was a smile on his small white jade face, and he said sweetly and crisply, "Master!"

"Little apprentice!"

"Master!"

"Little apprentice!"

One big and one small, one master and one apprentice, the two of them were on the main hall, recognizing their relatives as if no one else was around. The scene was like a reunion of relatives and friends who had been separated for many years.

The only bad thing is the bursting tears.

Zhenjun Duanyi held his little apprentice's shoulders, looked up and down for a while, and finally sighed deeply, this little apprentice of himself really has a very ill-fated fate.

Lingchu pulled the sleeve robe of Master Duanyi Zhenjun, his eyes were full of joy, and he couldn't help feeling that he was really unfilial and always made Master worry about him.

Yidu Zhenjun blinked quickly, holding back the smile on the corner of his mouth.

The dignified demeanor on Wuge's face cracked slightly, and her eyes widened a little. This was the first time she had seen such a master and apprentice and Yuanying Zhenjun.

Chong and Zhenjun almost choked and froze for a moment. Can't we stage this kind of scene behind closed doors?

Can't see anyone else here?
"Cough cough!" Chong and Zhenjun cleared their throats, and the cough just interrupted the scene of the master and apprentice's relative recognition, "Duanyi, this is Yidu Zhenjun from Penglai overseas, who belongs to their sect. He sent Nephew Yu back."

The actions of Chonghe Zhenjun successfully attracted the eyes of Zhenjun Duanyi, the joy of finding his apprentice was suppressed, and the reason and dignity of Zhenjun Yuanying emerged, Zhenjun Duanyi turned his back to Zhenjun Yidu His face froze for a moment, and then Lingchu saw his master smiled at him first, then put on a standard fairy look on his face, and turned to look at Yidu Zhenjun.

Purple long dress, golden crown headband, long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, the corners of Zhenjun Duanyi’s lips slightly raised, and he bowed his hands to Zhenjun Yidu with a heroic spirit, “I’m going to clean up Duanyi, thank you fellow daoists and Penglai for your help , this friendship, I Duanyi took over."

Standing behind Zhenjun Duanyi, Lingchu looked at Master's thin and slender figure, but it gave her a strong sense of security and reliability.

From the three questions of foundation building back then, to looking for apprentices in the Northland, to the present thanksgiving.

As Lingchu's master, Duanyi Zhenjun has always done his best, and he has also inherited countless favors and karma for Lingchu, an apprentice.

Even though he lived to be 90 or [-] years old, even if he was already a Jindan monk who could establish a sect in the cultivation world, standing behind his master Duanyi Zhenjun, Lingchu still felt a strong warmth surging in his chest.

Zhan Taimingyue stood by Lingchu's side, looked at Zhenjun Duanyi, and then at Lingchu, his expression was a little complicated, and some long-term memories and a figure emerged in his heart.

It was a hall shrouded in clouds and mist. The old man in white robe sat on the cloud, with a dust whisk between his elbows, looking like the most common fairy in the cultivation world.

"The old man is Baopu, the first in the Shangqing, and he has inherited the mission of Sanqing's preaching. He is alone, but Sanqing and Dao want to accept apprentices and Chengzhi. I don't know if Mingyue is willing to form this master-student relationship with the old man."

(End of this chapter)