Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

On the way, Ye Shaoyang asked the wind. How many people came to the Xingyue slaves? This road is not clear. He doesn't care. In his eyes, there are only two enemies: Xingyue slave and Qing.

Ye Shaoyang analyzed the combat power. The Xingyue slaves and the corpse of the corpse are sure to be boundless in mana, and only the wind can deal with her, so they propose to deal with it.

"You deal with Xingyue slaves with me, and there are people who deal with them." I was afraid that he misunderstood, and the wind added another sentence. "I don't want you to kill me with me. You are only responsible for one thing, robbing her. Xuanyuan sword."

Ye Shaoyang’s heart moved and said: “I have a seven-star Longquan sword, and I want to do that.”

"Do you want to kill the ghost king with a seven-star dragon spring sword?"

Ye Shaoyang said: "Or what else?"

The road is somewhat speechless, saying: "Don't you forget the proverb, the five-eighth sword is indispensable."

Five swords... Ye Shaoyang suddenly thought about it. "Seven-star Longquan sword, pine-grained ancient sword, fish-bone sword, Xuanyuan sword... What is a sword?"

"Shang Fang Bao Jian." Four treasures inserted a smile.

"Don't worry so much, go to Maoshan this time, be sure to get the Xuanyuan sword!"

Passing under the scenic spot, going up the path into the mountain, and then climbing a mountain, the Maoshan Zongmen is in front. At this time, the wind suddenly stopped and looked around. He said: "When Maoshan is at its peak, there are seventy-two peaks nearby, some of which are Maoshan branches, some are different denominations, but they all belong to Maoshan. A pulse, if only we are the door."

The road wind rarely expressed emotions. Ye Shaoyang listened to it and felt a sense of heart. He turned to point to the highest mountain in the scenic spot and said: "I heard from Master that the hill at the highest point of the scenic spot, Lingxiaobao Temple, is the main peak of Maoshan. Now It has also become a tourist attraction."

Sibao and Wu Jiawei listened, but also felt deeply. I thought that my own martial art is not like this. I don’t need to say that Lushan has become the first mountain and tourist attraction in Jiaodong. Wutai Mountain is no better than that. It is a pilgrim who burns incense and worships Buddha all the year round. .

For a time everyone was feeling.

Sibao said: "We still have the ancestral inheritance. This is not bad. There are many sects that are now gone. Like the Ciguang Pavilion in Huangshan, it is now a complete attraction."

Everyone thinks about it. The famous mountains such as Huangshan, Taishan, and Lushan, originally had the practice of martial art. Later, because the mountain was famous, there were too many people going up the mountain, and the master’s practice was quiet, and some sects moved away from Maoshan. This moved from the Maoxian Cave in Fengtai County of Suizhong to the present Maoshan, but a good place to practice is not so good to find, moving is also hurt, and many sects are slowly assimilated or die.

The winds of hundreds of years have been blown down and have long been scattered in history.

"Even if it is Maoshan, Lushan, Wutaishan... How long can the entire spell guild exist?" Ye Shaoyang looked at the dark palace on the top of the scenic spot, murmured. The cornice with a copper bell hangs a mysterious and vicissitude in the moonlight.

Whoever does not dare to save the existence will always exist. "However, I also believe that as long as the world still exists, the magical world will always exist." Ye Shaoyang said, "This world is indispensable."

Several people were silent for a while under the night wind and continued on the road.

The New Year is also celebrated on Maoshan. Starting from the mountain gate, the mountains are covered with red lanterns and candles are lit. "This must be the attention of Xiaorui." Ye Shaoyang does not have to guess.

I went up to the middle of the mountain and met two disciples. One person held a piece of white in his hand and squatted and chatted on the side of the road. Suddenly saw Ye Shaoyang and his party, hurriedly stood up and shouted: "The mountain is a private residence, please come to stop!"

It is necessary to treat yourself as a passerby.

Ye Shaoyang coughed and said: "That, I am Ye Shaoyang."

"Take you..." A person just made a noise, suddenly thought of something, widened his eyes, turned to the brothers around him, and trembled: "Is it a leaf called Yang Shaoyang?"

"You are fainting, you can't remember the name of the teacher!" The teenager on the side slaps a slap on his head, and rushes Ye Shaoyang on one knee and respectfully says: "I don't know how to teach, I am two." Sin must die..."

"I have done it!" Ye Shaoyang waved his hand and interrupted him. "This is the Internet + era, don't say these old words."

The two stood up and looked at Ye Shaoyang with excitement and a few people behind him.

"What about Su Qinzhang?"

"Master and Master celebrate the New Year with the little teacher and master sister on the mountain and send us to the vigil."

Little teacher and master sister? Ye Shaoyang got stuck after thinking about it. They said Ye Xiaomeng and Zhang Xiaorui.

He noticed that the white block they held in their hands was a cake. Eating Chinese cakes in the New Year, this 80% is the idea of ​​Xiaorui. The two saw them staring at the cake in their hands, their expressions awkward, and even wanted to be thrown away.

Ye Shaoyang waved: "Don't, continue to eat, continue to watch the night, hard work."

Greeting everyone up the mountain.

When I first arrived at the top of the mountain, I heard the snoring coming from the temple. The inside was brightly lit. Ye Shaoyang and his group went to the yard and looked inside. They saw Zhang Xiaorui at a glance and took a huge wine bottle (guess Champagne). I am taking turns to pour wine for everyone. There are a few priests who are very cautious and do not want to drink alcohol, but they seem to be more afraid of her and dare not resist.

Zhang Xiaorui poured a round of wine, then smashed a cup with them, almost pinching his nose and forcing them to drink.

When Ye Shaoyang saw it, he couldn’t stand it and coughed.

Zhang Xiaorui heard it, glanced at the outside and saw several people standing in the shadow of the light. He frowned and said: "Who, what are you doing outside!"

Ye Shaoyang coughed again.

Zhang Xiaorui rushed out with a bottle of wine, and saw Ye Shaoyang at a glance. He stayed for ten seconds, then his eyes lit up as if he had burst out of flames.

"Master!"

Flying over, he hugged Ye Shaoyang, and with his energy, his head slammed into his arms.

The people in the house came out one after another. Ye Shaoyang was so full of redness that he pushed him hard. He looked at the Su Qinzhang in the crowd. Su Qinzhang was even flushed, and his face was touched with a few cakes. He just wanted to speak. Ye Shaoyang waved his hand and said: "Know what you want to say, forget it, this does not blame you, you can't cure her."

Su Qinzhang immediately said: "Xiaorui is still very good, this is the New Year, everyone is busy..."

Actually excused her! It seems that she must have been used to bullying her. Ye Shaoyang shook his head helplessly.