Wudang Xiaodao Boy

Chapter 95 Gossip in the Tomb
Seeing the woman in yellow shirt respond to the Yitian Sword, Qingfeng felt rather proud. He knew that the Yitian Sword was inextricably related to the Ancient Tomb Sect, after all, Yang Guo was the main material supplier.

So on the one hand, he had to confess his past to the woman in yellow to reassure her, but on the other hand, he had to rely on what he had experienced to give her some hints.

Xiao'e on the other side also held her breath, her eyes were wide open, her ears were erected, waiting for Qingfeng's next words, the woman in the yellow shirt also became serious, and her beautiful eyes looked at Qingfeng steadily.

Qingfeng was quite proud of himself, and said: "The monk and Miejueshi are so powerful, they are both very powerful masters!"

Immediately, he told in detail about the battle between Miejue Shitai holding the Yitian sword and fighting against Ah Er of the Vajra Gate.

He also mentioned the situation of the battle between himself and Chen Jiusi a little bit, the woman in the yellow shirt said "Oh" noncommittally, but Xiao'e next to her nodded and said quickly: "Don't interrupt, continue to talk about Yitianjian Son!"

The woman in the yellow shirt took a look at Xiao'e, as if to blame her for urging others, Xiao'e stuck out her tongue.Smiling inappropriately.

Qingfeng saw that the two of them didn't care about anything other than Yitianjian, so he rolled his eyes and secretly complained about their lack of taste.

Seeing this, Qingfeng also quickly changed the scene to the Ruyang Palace, and brought Jinhua Yinye and himself into it, together with a group of masters from the Ruyang Palace, they talked about the wonderful fight. When he was happy, he stood up, dancing and gesticulating the moves of the masters.

Then it talked about how Miejue Shitai seized the sword and how to frighten many masters in the palace. Xiao'e and the woman in the yellow shirt listened with gusto.In the end, a question came to the minds of the two of them.Xiao'e said quickly, "Then who are you? Why are you going to save that Wudang sect disciple..."

She spoke quickly, her eyes were already full of doubts, and she looked Qingfeng up and down a few times.

At this time, several people discovered that Qingfeng had been here for several days, and everyone hadn't introduced themselves yet.

Only Xiao'e gave her name, Qingfeng gave her name from her previous life, and nothing else was said.

Everyone was a little embarrassed, and Qingfeng broke the deadlock and began to formally introduce himself.

Qingfeng said that he grew up on Wudang Mountain. Although he did not have a teacher, he had an uncle named Yu Daiyan and an aunt named He Yufei.

My Taoist name is Qingfeng, and I also gave myself a secular name named Feng Buzui. Later, I recognized a mother named Wang Nangu, and left Wudang Mountain to live in Butterfly Valley. Later, I went to sea with Mingyue to find the missing Zhang Wuxia. .

Encountered an attack on the way back, Mingyue was mistaken for Zhang Wuji and taken captive to Ruyang Palace.I went alone to rescue Mingyue.

The woman in the yellow shirt lost her mind as she listened, as if she was thinking about something, Qingfeng saw her lost in thought, and didn't dare to disturb her.

On the other side, Xiao'e came to Qingfeng's side and introduced him the situation of the ancient tomb, such as Yang Guo, Xiaolongnv, and the ancient tomb sect, which was similar to what Qingfeng knew.The only thing Qingfeng didn't know was the name of the woman in the yellow shirt, Yang Yiyi.

After hearing the name, Qingfeng couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and complained, "The older one is called Xiao'e, and the younger one is called Yiyi. If there is another sister, why not call her Zishan?"
Yang Yiyi, this sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl is a descendant of Yang Guo. When Zhang Sanfeng met Yang Guo, it was the time when Yang Guo had just reunited with Xiaolongnv. At that time, Zhang Sanfeng was only a 13-year-old boy. Zhang Sanfeng is 110 years old this year. , Roughly speaking, nearly a hundred years passed by in a hurry.

How much has happened in these 100 years!The dynasty changed and the Mongols proclaimed themselves emperors. Guo Jing, Huang Rong, his wife and their son Guo Polu died in battle in Xiangyang City. Yang Guo, the little dragon girl, died in the ancient tomb. It is estimated that Extinction now has disciples and grandchildren, and these disciples should be regarded as the fifth generation of disciples of Emei.

In the ancient tomb, Yang Guo’s descendants are also passing on the torch unknown to everyone. When it comes to Yang Yiyi’s place, it is already the fourth generation, and Yang Guo is his great-grandfather.

After introducing the situation of the ancient tomb, Xiao'e took Qingfeng's hand again, and asked some trivial and miscellaneous things in a low voice, such as what the outside world is like, what clothes the girls wear, and what they eat.

Qingfeng fainted when she heard this, why are women everywhere interested in these things!But when he thought about the things in the original book, this ancient tomb sect member would probably seldom step out of the ancient tomb once or twice in his life, so his heart softened immediately, and he patiently answered these trivial matters one by one.

Qingfeng took a sneak peek, and Xiao'e's face was full of envy, so she knew that the girl couldn't bear to be lonely, and wanted to take a look around the colorful world outside.

"Are they wearing colorful clothes?" Xiao'e blinked her eyes, she was wearing a plain dress with a whitish color, the style was simple and simple, obviously it didn't suit her own wishes.

Qingfeng nodded and made gestures with his hands, "Yes, there is a dyeing room outside, where clothes of various colors can be dyed, red, green, yellow, purple, they are pretty, and there are also clothes made of silk and satin." , There are many styles of clothes made of fur, and the Hu people from the Western Regions look very strange."

While they were muttering here, the woman in the yellow shirt on the other side also came back to her senses, interrupted Xiao'e's chatter in a low voice, and said, "From now on, we will call you Qingfeng!"

Qingfeng smiled and said: "It's fine, then I'll call you both Sister Yiyi and Sister Xiao'e, okay?"

The second daughter also nodded in agreement.

Yang Yiyi continued: "Qingfeng, I would like to ask you, is it because you have figured out the pros and cons of it that you let me still treat you as a person who has been deeply poisoned?"

Seeing that Yang Yiyi asked this question, Qingfeng probably understood the question, so he nodded and smiled without saying a word.

Xiao'e, the second monk Zhang Er, was puzzled and asked, "Miss, what did he want to understand?"

Yang Yiyi smiled and asked Xiao'e: "Let me ask you, if he can't cure Qingfeng's cold poison himself, and he doesn't drink the medicinal wine that is invulnerable to all poisons, how will this matter develop?"

Xiao'e thought for a while and said, "Then I will trouble you to use your internal force to force out the cold poison in his body. Miss, that will hurt your body."

The girl in the yellow shirt nodded and smiled slightly: "He was stung by the Jade Bee and was poisoned by the bee. It is our responsibility to treat people accidentally injured by the Jade Bee, as well as the ancestor's instruction.

However, after we detoxified him from the bee venom, we found that there was still a cold poison in his body that threatened Qingfeng's life. What should we do then? "

Qingfeng interjected: "If you don't save them, all previous efforts will be in vain. Jade Bee's poison will be cured in vain, and if you want to watch an innocent person die in front of your eyes, you will feel guilty if you are small, and you will have demons if you are big. Backlash.

save.Otherwise, if you lose your true essence, you may not be able to recover within two or three years. "

Xiao'e rolled her eyes a few times, and said: "Miss, I understand, when the time comes, Miss will lose her true energy, and if the enemy comes, I'm afraid she won't be able to resist it."

The girl in the yellow shirt nodded, stretched out her hand, put a lock of her hair behind her ear, and said slowly: "I guess he is calculating the progress of my treatment now, and he will visit the door in seven or eight days. "

Qingfeng asked curiously: "What's wrong with you? Do you want to help? It hurts from beating me!"

(End of this chapter)