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He Lingjiang turned his head, and saw Xuan Heng sitting in a wheelchair being pushed slowly by a maid in emerald clothes.

She raised her eyebrows lightly, and said slowly: "Xuanheng... Fellow Daoist?"

This person has a high seniority in the Taoist sect, and belongs to the same generation as Yuan Buyi, He Lingjiang didn't know how to address him for a while.But since they are both practitioners of profound arts, it should be appropriate for her to call him a fellow daoist.

Xuan Heng smiled when he heard the words: "Miss He Qi doesn't need to see outsiders, just call me Xuan Heng."

"A few days ago, I had a hasty farewell to the restaurant, and I didn't have time to thank you properly. I didn't expect that I would meet here today, and I didn't expect that the one I met back then was the famous lady He Qi."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his hands again: "Xuan Heng will thank Mrs. He Qi here first, and he will definitely order someone to prepare a gift of thanks in the future, and then formally thank you at your mansion."

He Lingjiang raised his hand and said with a smile: "There is no need to come to the door to thank you. It was just a little effort back then, but you thanked me again and again, which made me feel embarrassed."

Xuan Heng took advantage of the situation and sat upright, and replied with a smile: "Since it is a thank you, it must be done with sincerity. But Mrs. He Qi has already said that, so I won't mention it anymore."

He turned around and said, "Miss He Qi is sitting here, but you think the people in front are too noisy?"

"That's not true." He Lingjiang shook his head slightly, "I've always heard that the scenery in the Taiqing Temple is unique, but I rarely have the opportunity to come here. I just came here and saw the quiet scenery, so I thought about it Appreciate it."

Xuan Heng is weak and cannot practice martial arts.

But now with Xuan Heng together, it is much easier.

However, he heard that this kid has profound attainments in talismans, spells, and Qimen Dunjia, especially the Qimen Dunjia technique, which he rarely sees in the world.

It took more than half a day for He Lingjiang to walk around the main peak from front to back, and he gained a little.

Yuan Buxi gave a light "um" and said nothing else.

Encountering that special scene, the little disciple familiarly told the origin and legends of the place, which made people appreciate the scenery and gain insight.

He Lingjiang's heart twitched slightly, and he glanced at him indiscriminately, and saw that he seemed to be just a hospitable host, so he raised his lips and smiled: "Of course I can't ask for it."

"Later, this painting came to Buyuansi by chance."

He Lingjiang was curious: "Which family does he come from?"

He Lingjiang nodded. The test question is to set up an array with paintings, and then lead people into it. The array of paintings is hidden in layers and superimposed, and the scenery is so realistic that people can't tell the real from the fake.It is not easy for the person in the painting to break out of the painting.

Taiqing Temple is divided into inner and outer gates, and now it is the time of the Xuanmen Conference, there are many and mixed people, so naturally they are all arranged at the outer gate, so as to prevent outsiders from entering the important place by mistake.As for the inner sect, non-guan inner disciples are not allowed to walk around at will.

Just now, he just saw that Xuan Heng seemed to pay a lot of attention to her, so he asked a question if he was worried.

"That painting was painted by Xuan Heng himself, and the ingenuity of using the painting to set up the array is also from him."

"As for Xuan Heng, he seldom returns to Taiqing Temple, so naturally he won't mention his past to us."

She had just enjoyed the scenery with Xuan Heng, and during the chatting between the two, she felt that this man was very intelligent and knowledgeable, and then she thought about the appearance of this man who was dressed in expensive clothes and accompanied by a maidservant when she went out, and she knew that this man should be He was born well.

Although He Lingjiang was working under him, except for important matters, he seldom asked about He Lingjiang's private affairs, and never interfered.

Xuan Heng raised his head and looked into the distance: "Speaking of the view of Taiqing Temple, I haven't returned for many years, and now it seems strange."

Yuan Buxie took the teacup and took a sip: "I only met him twice before, so how can I know him well?"

He couldn't help frowning, and asked in a low voice: "Do you know Xuan Heng?"

"It's just that he was only 13 years old at that time, so he was naturally lacking in profound arts. He had nothing to do with scrolls and ingenuity, and he couldn't make a good formation without the support of exquisite techniques. Later, Master Fengyuan performed spells for the scrolls himself, which made it possible That painting."

She looked at the sun, at this time the golden sky had already set in the west, and soon, the first day of the Xuanmen Conference will end for the time being.

However, she thought about it, but she had never heard of such a person in any house.

"It's a fate between the two sides..." He Lingjiang replied, "I met him once when I was in a restaurant before, and I went out to breathe before, and I happened to meet him, so we walked around the temple together."

These two people left the field almost one after the other before, and now they came back almost at the same time, and he couldn't ignore the occasional gaze that fell on this place, even if he wanted to.

Yuan Bushi glanced at her, then glanced lightly at the wheelchair figure at Taiqingguan's position.

"However, I can be regarded as half an appreciative person. Since Mrs. He Qi wants to appreciate it, how about I go around with Mrs. He Qi?"

Without Yuan's generosity by her side, it would be impossible for her to wander around the inner gate alone in broad daylight.

He Lingjiang reached out and poured a cup of tea for himself and Yuan Buxiu: "However, Ling Jiang is a little curious about that Taoist Xuan Heng. I don't know if the master knows something about him?"

"However, in the past, I also heard Senior Brother Xuan Yuan mention him. It seemed that he came from a noble family, but he was in poor health since he was a child, and he has been raised in Zhuangzi. Later, he met Master Fengyuan. The uncle saw that he was talented and intelligent. He is quite savvy in metaphysics, so he was accepted as a closed disciple."

"However—" Yuan Buzhi lowered his voice, and approached her, "Don't look at him as weak and incompetent, he still has some abilities."

Yuan Buxi shook his head: "I don't know about that. Only Senior Uncle Fengyuan knows his identity, but Senior Uncle never pays much attention to these things, especially to us people."

"Do you still remember the question that you were drawn that day when you entered the department-"Returning at Dusk in the Wind and Snow"?"

She bid farewell to Xuan Heng and returned to her seat in front of the main hall.

Seeing him looking over, Xuan Heng raised his lips and smiled at him.

Xuan Heng specially called a young disciple and told him to follow along.

Regardless of the painter, but a 13-year-old boy, who has only been exposed to occult arts for a few years, can have such ingenious ideas.No wonder Daoist Fengyuan said that he is extremely talented in the field of mystical arts.

You know, for Yu Qimen Dunjia, a little ingenuity is the most rare thing.

"It has been ten years now, and he has improved a lot..." Yuan Buxie sighed.

Uncle Fengyuan had attached great importance to this closed disciple at the beginning, if he hadn't been too weak, he would have achieved great success in profound arts.

He Lingjiang narrowed his eyes slightly, but she never imagined that the person who would fall down the stairs in embarrassment would have such attainments in profound arts.