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Chapter 172
Wang Jianguo took out a copper coin, flicked it into the void, and quickly chased after him: "Uncle Nangong, I don't know if you can allow me to go with you. Qingcheng has a deep connection with our thatched cottage..."

Nangong Wushuang paused, and frowned slightly. Lou Guan Dao is one generation, and he pays attention to the inheritance of the fire, and walks the road alone.

For thousands of years, few outsiders have been able to visit the ancestral land.If she hadn't been eager to accept apprentices this time, Zhang Chujiu, at least before she ascended, would never have thought of entering in this life! !
To put it bluntly, Wang Jianguo is not qualified!

Wang Jianguo said: "There is also my master. I have written to him. If there is no accident, he will go too."

"That guy Qian Mufeng? It's been a long time." Nangong Wushuang's eyes flashed a flash of remembrance. Once in the wind and rain, they fought side by side, blood staining the mountains and rivers...

Now in the blink of an eye, 50 years have passed, and things have changed and people have changed...

"Ugh……"

She sighed leisurely and said, "Then let's go together!"

inside the house,

Uncle Qin said: "Xiao Ruoshui, you and Tie Zhu will send them off for me."

"Oh!"

Ruoshui didn't suspect him, pulled up the iron pillar and left.

With the sound of footsteps drifting away!
"Cough cough..."

Uncle Qin frowned suddenly, and a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth...

……

Outside the tea house.

Ruoshui stuffed a pack of snacks into Qingcheng's arms.

Then said: "Bon voyage!"

After kicking Tie Zhu, Tie Zhu also said: "Bon voyage..."

"Goodbye by fate!"

Zhang Chujiu cupped his hands.

Qingcheng hugged her mouthful and waved her hands: "Sister Ruoshui, goodbye!"

"Uncle Tie Zhu, goodbye..."

"Goodbye."

"goodbye……"

A farewell.

Several people set off again...

Watch them away.

Ruoshui turned around and returned to the teahouse.

Tie Zhu followed, scratching his head, and asked puzzledly, "Why are you an older sister and I'm an uncle... You're obviously eight years older than me!"

"Maybe it's because you look old?"

……

Central Plains, former site of Hangu Pass.

The ruins of yesterday have been reproduced in history today.

Now there is no desolation here, it is just a famous scenic spot.

Every day, countless tourists come here for pilgrimage.

At night, everything is silent.

Outside Hangu Ancient Road, several figures flickered, passing through the closed city gate in a void, and disappeared.

……

The sky was dark, the earth was desolate, and amidst the rolling yellow sand, a dilapidated city tower stood tall.

The brown walls are covered with traces of war.Although more than 2000 years have passed, those traces have not been completely wiped away. The blood has soaked into the wall, rendering the loess mud wall black, and there are countless arrow and knife marks, all of which tell the story of The cruelty that has been experienced here!

Qingcheng held Zhang Chujiu tightly, and kept looking around, nervous and curious.Everything here is too mysterious for her.

She didn't understand, how did she pass through the city gate all of a sudden, and how did she come here all of a sudden?

Zhang Chujiu was also amazed.

He did not expect that the ancestral land that Nangong Wushuang mentioned was so desolate, like a wild wasteland!
He didn't even expect that its entrance was grandiosely set in the scenic spot, and it was the main entrance that could only be entered by buying a ticket!

This may be the big hermit in the city.

he couldn't help thinking.

Wang Jianguo was also shocked.

He felt the vastness of history, as well as the thick and simple morality, in a trance, everywhere!

Entering here, it seems that the Lingtai has been dusted off, and the thinking has become active. It feels like opening a house at home, and the green dragon enters the abyss, hearty feeling.

After crossing the vast yellow sand, a group of people came to the bottom of the city tower.

Nangong Wushuang made a few Dao seals, and on the tower, the three big characters of Hangu Pass shone brightly.Countless runes on the city wall manifested, connected into one piece, unpredictable!

"Squeak!"

The gates open.

They walk in.

Stepping into the city gate is another world!
There is a red light in the sky, exuding a warm light, as warm as tomorrow.

The grass on the ground is luxuriant and the trees are shaded.

There are birds singing and flowers are fragrant.

Looking around, the medicine fields are connected into rice fields, and the palaces are continuous, majestic and magnificent!
Cangshan is verdant and verdant to the sky, and its strange peaks are towering.Animals run in the mountains and forests.There are swarms of fish jumping in the big river.

What a paradise, a happy place!

"Wow! So beautiful!"

When he came here, Qingcheng completely lost his nervousness, he didn't feel cramped at all, he felt that his eyes were not enough, he looked here and there and felt there.

He almost pulled Zhang Chujiu out of his camera and took a picture as a souvenir.

A group of people walked through the boulevard, Nangong Wushuang led them to a palace outside, left a sentence not to wander around, and left.

At noon the next day.

Qian Mufeng arrived.

We haven't seen each other for ten years, so some pleasantries are naturally indispensable.

Qian Mufeng also wanted to meet the young ancestor with Caolu bloodline. Unfortunately, Qingcheng was taken away by Nangong Wushuang early, saying that he was going to take a bath and burn incense. It was a small regret that he did not have the chance to meet him in advance. .

From then on to the afternoon, a few people came scattered here and there.

Everyone is unique,

There are the contemporary celestial master Zhang Zhiren and his grandson Zhang Huaining.

Putuo Mountain in the South China Sea, the host of Guanyin Temple, Jiumiao God nun and disciple Puhui.

Master Dan Yuzi, the head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect.

Shen Jinghu, the great elder of Zhenwu Pavilion, and his son Shen Yangwu.

The sword keeper Yan Wudao!

Wutai Mountain Chuangong Elder Bukong Master!
……

It can be said that if an accident happened to these people, the entire eastern practice world would immediately go back 100 years!

Qian Mufeng was warm-hearted, and he pulled Zhang Chujiu to introduce him around, and these people were quite enthusiastic.

Whether it's Zhang Chujiu who makes them feel, or having a daughter with an innate Taoism, it's worth putting down their arrogance to make friends with.

But there is one exception, Yan Wudao from Jianlu, for some reason, he treats his nose not his nose or his eyes, as if he owes him money!
Carrying a big sword, bang bang!

If Zhang Chujiu didn't feel that he couldn't beat him, he really wanted to go up and give him two punches!
And old guys like him, who made Zhang Chujiu unsure, accounted for at least half of it.

For the other half, he thinks it's [-]-[-] at most!

Another day passed in the blink of an eye.

The Palace of Absolute Beginning is opened.

Here is the place where Daozu left five thousand words.

But the inside is not prosperous at all, even a little shabby.

The whole hall is very empty.

Here, you can't feel any essence of heaven and earth, and all dharmas are emptied!
There are fifteen portraits hanging on the wall of the palace in the west.

In the middle, there is a huge picture of Taozu riding an ox.

It's just different from the usual pictures of Taoist ancestor riding a bull. This portrait has an extra figure. There is a middle-aged Taoist, kneeling in front of Taoist ancestor, as a sign of listening. This person is the founder of Louguan Taoism, Master Yin Xi!
The remaining fourteen copies are the descendants of the next fourteen generations, which are hung on both sides.

Just regular size!

Other than that, there are only two futons.

Every hour.

The apprenticeship hall officially started.

Nangong Wushuang looked serious.

It was still the Taoist robe, holding a white jade whisk.

Facing the portrait of the ancestors in front of him, he bowed and bowed: "My ancestors, the [-]th generation descendant Nangong Wushuang respectfully disturbs me. I will now accept disciples and continue the orthodoxy. I hope all the ancestors will agree!"

After the words fell, the portraits of the ancestors of the past dynasties shone brightly, like reflections in the lake, becoming lifelike!
All the elders brought their juniors and stood on both sides, holding their breath subconsciously!
"Thank you Patriarch!"

Nangong Wushuang bowed his head.

Then he turned around, with a solemn face, and said: "When entering my building to observe the Tao, there are three rules.

One, don't bully your master and destroy your ancestors!
Second, do not insist on the strong bullying the weak!

Third, cultivate merit extensively!
Wang Qingcheng, let me ask you, can you do it? "

Qingcheng was dressed in a decent plain Taoist robe, her long hair was tied in a Hunyuan bun, her lips were red and her teeth were white, like a little fairy boy.

Her little face was tense, and she nodded seriously: "Yes!"

Nangong Wushuang sat down cross-legged and said bluntly, "Kowtow!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Wang Qingcheng knelt on another futon, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times!

Zhang Chujiu handed tea,

Qingcheng took it, brought it to Nangong Wushuang, and said sweetly: "Master, drink tea!"

Nangong Wushuang took it, stroked the teacup, took a sip, and Zhang Chujiu stepped forward to take it back.

"Get up."

Nangong Wushuang, please lift the floating dust and help Qingcheng up.

(End of this chapter)