Fu Shifeng

Chapter 276 A look at Yunmeng

These Yunmeng Pavilion disciples were all taught and trained by Mu Xiaojun. Although they were originally extraordinary people, they had been transformed for a long time and had been walking in the human world for many years. Okay, just like ordinary people, they want to maintain the dignity of the sect.

I saw pendants on their waists or jade bracelets on their wrists, each glowing with brilliant auras, and the energy of the surrounding heaven and earth affecting them. There were more than a dozen strange shadows swaying in the thick fog on the island, like swarms of wild beasts in the forest. Form a team and surround Cheng Sanwu and Zhang Fan.

"Look, they really have bad intentions." Cheng Sanwu said to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan, who was holding the gift, had a wry smile on his face and was anxious in his heart. As someone who had personal experience, he knew very well how unscrupulous Cheng Sanwu's words and deeds were. Unless it was Shang Zhangjun or Mr. Chang Qing, there were probably not many people in the world who could Can contain him.

"It doesn't matter, just relax your muscles and bones." Cheng Sanwu stretched his arms.

But before the conflict between the two sides officially broke out, a sharp and thin voice came from the depths of the thick fog: "Stop! Your distinguished guests have come from afar, how can we be rude and offend you? Zhaoyang Jun is a man who cherishes swords, and Yunmeng Pavilion also You are not ignorant of common sense. Just continue to lead the way."

After saying this, a mysterious magic power that was invisible to the naked eye came along the ground. The stone that had been split into two pieces stood up again and merged. The knife marks were almost completely erased, which shows the ingenuity of the person who cast the spell.

"Oh? This is quite impressive." Cheng Sanwu tilted his head and praised.

After hearing the instructions, the four Yunmeng Pavilion disciples had no choice but to suppress their displeasure, restrain their magic power, and continued to lead Cheng San and Wu into the depths. However, they were still extremely wary of them along the way, and there was no kindness on their faces.

Cheng Sanwu turned a blind eye to this. He had no intention of showing any favor to the Yunmeng Pavilion. If they wanted to go against him, he would simply uproot them.

Anyway, he is currently a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and he will not be held accountable for even beating up the Xuanfu in public, so Cheng Sanwu will naturally not let go of the opportunity to abuse his power.

Going all the way deep, the bluestone path looks like a forest garden on both sides. However, the fog in the distance is thick, which makes the scenery uninteresting and boring.

But Cheng Sanwu also discovered that the thick fog was not just used to block the field of vision. His own thoughts, which were like blades, could not be easily penetrated. The deeper he probed, he even felt that the direction was confused and confused, making people feel dizzy.

Those Yunmeng Pavilion disciples seemed to be aware of Cheng Sanwu's actions. They did not tell the truth. They just looked a little proud and raised their heads slightly. Apparently they felt that Cheng Sanwu was stupid in trying to test the cloud barrier.

"You are indeed quite capable." Cheng Sanwu praised and secretly warned.

In fact, the most powerful thing about ordinary magicians is often not how good at fighting and fighting, but their ever-changing and unpredictable methods. Especially in places like Dongfu Dojo, which have been operating for a long time and have many layouts. If outsiders try to break in, they may encounter many obstacles, which is more troublesome than fighting face to face.

Moreover, Cheng Sanwu could feel that the magic formations of Yunmeng Pavilion were different from those of contemporary Buddhism and Taoism. They contained deep ancient meanings, as if they were in a long time ago. The inside and outside of the island seemed to be two worlds.

Abandoning distracting thoughts, I followed the Yunmeng Pavilion disciples to a five-story pavilion. Looking up, I saw double eaves and horns, a tall and majestic building, black tiles, red beams, and cloud patterns on the walls. It is said to be a pavilion, but it is actually similar to a tower, but each floor is very spacious, and there are terrace sills extending outward.

"The owner is on the top floor, Mr. Zhaoyang, please come up."

Outside the five-story pavilion, dozens of Yunmeng Pavilion disciples lined up on both sides. This welcoming formation was more like a demonstration than a courtesy.

"Okay, the top floor has a nice view. I want to go up there and have a look." Cheng Sanwu took the gift from Zhang Fan and signaled with his eyes. The other party knew he didn't have to follow, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Sanwu climbed up the stairs and reached the fifth floor directly without encountering the person blocking his way as originally thought.

Walking around the screen, she saw three people sitting on the floor, and Qin Wangshu was among them. When she saw Cheng Sanwu coming, she seemed a little surprised, but the strange color on her face just flashed away, and then returned to normal, facing Cheng Sanwu. Sanwu nodded slightly and didn't say a word more.

Cheng Sanwu saw at a glance that Qin Wangshu was not injured, and there were no signs of restraint, so he looked at the other two people.

One of them is a girl wearing a green coat and skirt, sitting quietly and silently, like a well-behaved little maid; the other woman is wearing a dark dress, dignified and beautiful, and is concentrating on playing with several tea sets, seemingly turning a deaf ear to the visitor.

Putting down the gift, Cheng Sanwu clasped his fists and raised his hands to the woman in Quju: "I am the minister of Zhaoyang Jun, and I have been invited to meet with the master of Yunmeng Pavilion."

When the woman in Qu Ju heard this, she looked a little puzzled. Cheng Sanwu saw Qin Wangshu shaking his head slightly towards him, and then motioned to the girl.

"It seems that this appearance is really easy for people to misunderstand." Mu Xiaojun smiled slightly, and the expression on his face did not look like a child at all, with a hint of detachment and transparency in his maturity.

"You, are you the master of Yunmeng Pavilion?" Cheng Sanwu was really shocked.

"My wife, Mu Xiaojun, is the owner of Yunmeng Pavilion." The girl extended her hand to signal: "Jun Zhaoyang, please sit down."

Although Cheng Sanwu was surprised, he was used to the world and quickly returned to normal. After sitting down, he took out the gift: "I heard before that you have to bring Zhou Qi with you when you come to Yunmeng Pavilion. There are several pieces of fine brocade and gold here." Please ask Master Mu to accept the silver pot."

Of course Lu Xuan provided these gifts. As for where he collected them from, Cheng Sanwu had no intention of asking.

Mu Xiaojun glanced at the gift. She really didn't expect Cheng Sanwu to do this. How could there be any reason to let go of something that fell into Taotie's hands?
  "Mr. Zhaoyang, could it be that you have misunderstood? We at Yunmeng Pavilion have never had a rule of bringing worshipers to each other." When Mu Xiaojun said this, Mu Xiangling served him tea.

"No?" Cheng Sanwu frowned, but the meaning was unclear.

Mu Xiaojun could guess that it was Lu Xuan who, in order to encourage Cheng Sanwu to come to Junshan Island, added more fuel to his message and made Yunmeng Pavilion appear arrogant and arrogant, thus causing a conflict between the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Yunmeng Pavilion. "It should be people outside who are spreading rumors." Mu Xiaojun did not point it out directly: "The Yunmeng Pavilion established a dojo on Junshan Island for Qing cultivators. I arranged the cloud barrier in the hope of isolating the world of mortals. After all, Over the years, there has been an endless stream of people coming to the door to see me. If there were not such arrangements, I am afraid that people would come to disturb me every day, let alone bring gifts to the door."

Cheng Sanwu smiled and said: "The world of mortals is like a quagmire. If you step into it on your own initiative, you will never be able to escape easily. No matter how deep the cloud barrier is, it will not be able to stop the disturbance."

When Mu Xiaojun heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his rosy little face. Qin Wangshu, who was sitting silently, also took another look at Cheng Sanwu. None of them seemed to have expected Cheng Sanwu to be able to do so. Say something like this.

"That makes sense. I'm stuck with my old views." Mu Xiaojun smiled slightly, showing the temperament of a hostess who has been in charge of the family for many years. This appearance of a girl should only be caused by her spiritual practice.

"But in the final analysis, it was Master Mu who invited me here this time." Cheng Sanwu turned to look out the window. He was on a high-rise building. His field of vision was not obscured by the fog, and he could see the vast waves of Dongting Lake in the distance at a glance.

"I'm very curious. Master Mu seems to be very aware of the movements of our internal servants and his party. How is this done?" Cheng Sanwu tapped a few cases with his fingers, making a clicking sound, and the Hundred Refined Divine Sword on his waist accompanied the tapping. Attack, like a dragon in a cave, ready to rush out and spit fire at any time, making the interior of the pavilion suddenly hot.

Mu Xiaojun picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, stroking the blue-gray glaze with her small hands. The tea soup in the bowl swirled into a vortex, and a moist breath naturally melted away, quietly extinguishing the heat.

The two of them fought each other without any sharpness, and each knew that the other was not an easy person. If they really wanted to differentiate themselves here, it would be a difficult and fierce battle.

Mu Xiaojun has never underestimated Cheng Sanwu's strength. Even though he knew that his martial arts were acquired later, his Taotie half-life destined him to gain far more from practicing martial arts than ordinary people.

Cheng Sanwu, on the other hand, was even more wary. Mu Xiaojun's abilities should not be unknown, but he had never heard anyone else from the Ministry of Internal Affairs mention it before. Should he say that she was too low-key, or that someone was hiding something from her?

"I have been practicing for many years and have some magical powers, but I don't dare to show them off in front of Lord Zhaoyang."

When it comes to cultivation and magical power, Mu Xiaojun is extremely profound. Even if she is not the commander of Fu Shifeng, she can still be regarded as one of the best compared to the masters of the past. In the past thousands of years, whenever it was inconvenient for Shen Ji to come forward, Mu Xiaojun would basically take care of it. If there was a strong enemy coming, it would be Mu Xiaojun who would lead a group of Xiaoxiang spirits to resist.

"Master Mu is too modest. With such vast magical powers, I'm afraid there aren't many people in the world who can compare with you." Cheng Sanwu's words were threatening, as if he had to make it clear: "And even if he knows about our movements, It may not be clear that we are from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and Master Mu’s information seems to be too well-informed.”

Mu Xiaojun said calmly: "To be honest with Mr. Zhaoyang, our Yunmeng Pavilion does have some ears and eyes outside, and we also have contacts with the local state and county officials. Maybe Mr. Zhaoyang doesn't know that you are coming to the land of Xiaoxiang to slay demons. The news has already spread among the demons in Xiaoxiang."

"Subjugate demons?" Cheng Sanwu was stunned. When would he do such a thing?
  "Is it unclear to Mr. Zhaoyang?" Mu Xiaojun asked deliberately.

Cheng Sanwu pretended that nothing happened: "The Ministry of Internal Affairs learned that there is a thousand-year ghost king in Xiaoxiang land who is causing trouble and harming people, so he sent me here. Unexpectedly, the news has spread all over the place... Alas, the people below are not doing things well, so let Master Mu laughed."

Mu Xiaojun's move was exactly the opposite. Since the Ministry of Internal Affairs wanted to use Cheng Sanwu to lure Fu Shifeng to show up, she would use Cheng Sanwu's responsibilities during this trip to make loud noises. Let him move at the pace he sets.

"Jun Zhaoyang has misunderstood. I don't think it may be due to incompetence." Mu Xiaojun looked respectful: "The land of Xiaoxiang has been full of big monsters, mountain spirits and water monsters since ancient times. They are as small as nuisance to the villagers and stealing rice. If you are serious, you will stir up trouble and spread poison and cause harm. If you want to deal with the tyrannical ones, you should be open and aboveboard, so that the evil spirits can be frightened by the majesty of heaven. If you lurk and act secretly, it will be difficult to see the results."

Cheng Sanwu glanced at Qin Wangshu inadvertently. Now that he saw Mu Xiaojun, he knew that Qin Wangshu's sneaking into Yunmeng Pavilion to spy on Yunmeng Pavilion was destined to be unsuccessful. The other party might also be hinting that this move would be useless elsewhere.

"Is the situation in Xiaoxiang like this? This is the first time I've heard of it." Cheng Sanwu asked: "If it was really like what Master Mu said, the Xiaoxiang area would have been full of demons and evil spirits. I saw what I saw along the way. , the local state and county can be considered peaceful and stable, and there are not many evil spirits causing trouble."

"That's because Zhaoyang Jun is still active in the Eyue area. If you go to the south of Dongting Lake, especially the hills and mountains on the west side of the Xiang River, you can experience a different scenery." Mu Xiaojun said.

"Let me guess..." Cheng Sanwu said meaningfully: "Master Mu invited me as a guest to discuss how to deal with these evil spirits, right?"

"Jun Zhaoyang is very smart, you are really extraordinary." As soon as Mu Xiaojun finished saying this, he seemed to notice something, glanced out the window, smiled, and continued: "Jun Zhaoyang has not yet arrived, I have already Sensing the majestic power, and having the power of Zhiyang Qi to restrain all evil spirits, if you want to wipe out the great evil spirits in the Xiaoxiang land, you must have Lord Zhaoyang."

Cheng Sanwu was silent. He was a little confused at the moment. He felt that he was entangled in a bunch of complicated threads and was tied up, but he couldn't find the source. He knew very well that Mu Xiaojun wanted to take advantage of him, but he didn't understand why the other party would do this.

"Master Mu has great magic power, so you can do this kind of thing yourself." Cheng Sanwu said: "I heard that Yunmeng Pavilion has been treating spirits over the years and has a good reputation in the countryside. It seems that there is no need to give up the reputation to others. Bar?"

"Is this what Mr. Zhaoyang thinks?" Mu Xiaojun covered his mouth and chuckled: "It is true that I, the Yunmeng Pavilion, can take care of this matter, but taking all the glory will not be good for the long-term life of the Yunmeng Pavilion. I I would like to form a good relationship with the ministers, especially Lord Zhaoyang, and use this great merit as a gift."

Mu Xiaojun knew very well that whether it was related to Fu Shifeng or not, Yunmeng Pavilion would sooner or later be noticed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Instead of waiting for trouble to come to your door in the future, it is better to take this opportunity to make friends with him.

But what she pursues is not a bottomless show of flattery. Yunmeng Pavilion has a profound background, and anyone who wants to be an enemy of it will have to pay an unbearable price.

"I don't care about merit." Cheng Sanwu said: "And Master Mu seems to have too much trust in me. None of those thousand-year-old ghost kings and giant monsters seem to be something I can deal with. "

"This is Zhaoyang Jun belittling himself." Mu Xiaojun said: "Those evil spirits are powerful, but they are not without weaknesses. If you can find a way to restrain them, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

"Furthermore, Mr. Zhaoyang may not know that the bloody and courageous evil spirit of martial arts practitioners has a strong suppression on ghosts and evil spirits. Looking at today's world, there are people who also possess the supreme Yang true energy, blood and bravery, and unparalleled martial arts, except for Zhaoyang Sir, don’t think twice.”

If he hadn't been on guard, Cheng Sanwu would have almost taken it seriously when he heard Mu Xiaojun's compliment.

"Hahahaha - Master Mu's words really made me happy!" Cheng Sanwu clapped his thigh and laughed loudly, but then said: "But unfortunately, too deliberate flattery still makes me have to be wary. "

(End of this chapter)