Chapter 90 Back to Fengyun Mountain

At noon, Zhao Xuan finally came out of this fantasy moonland. In the past, he couldn't get out of here at all. Before leaving, the medicine mother-in-law instructed him, and then he came out of this illusory place.

Out of the fantasy moon, there is still a small bridge in front of it, and there is no water flow below. Far ahead is a weedy valley. Finally leaving this place, Zhao Xuan sighed with emotion and unconsciously looked back at the golden characters on the stone cave. He still doesn't understand what this line of characters are, but it doesn't make much sense to struggle with these at this time.

"Goodbye! Goodbye, mother-in-law! The cabin. Zhao Xuan meditated in his heart. In order not to prevent the sadness from spreading, he slowly turned around and instantly turned into a breeze and flew forward.

Mountain of wind and clouds.

The red maple trees in the mountains swayed gently in the wind and floated down.

At this time, the wind in mid-air suddenly turned like a whirlpool, and then a figure slowly appeared in the middle of the whirlpool and landed firmly on the ground.

"I'm back." Zhao Xuan exhaled a soft breath and returned to this place ten days after leaving Fengyun Mountain, but he did not have a trace of joy. On the contrary, his mood was extremely heavy. Perhaps in his heart, he has already regarded the fantasy moonland as his home, and her mother-in-law is a relative of the family.

"I don't know what happened to my mother-in-law?" Not long after leaving, Zhao Xuan was worried about her mother-in-law. His eyes swept through the surrounding environment and walked towards one of the forked paths. His pace was a little heavy and seemed to be very reluctant.

I don't know how long he walked on this tree-lined path. Zhao Xuan looked up and looked forward. In front of him was a relatively wide slope road. There were still dense red maple trees on both sides of the road, and many young Taoist priests in Fengyun Mountain rushed to the road, as if they wanted to see some great excitement.

Zhao Xuan was curious, so he accelerated the speed of the road and trotted all the way to keep up.

Down the slope road, there is a small forest in front of it, and there is a wide field in the forest. The crowd stands three circles away, and the lively noise rises one after another. Zhao Xuan ran forward and couldn't squeeze in, but he was really curious. He just asked a little Taoist priest next to him, "Brother, what's going on here?" Why are so many people gathered here?

The little Taoist priest in Fengyun Mountain robe looked up and down Zhao Xuan for a while and looked alert, because the person in front of him looked very good and his clothes were different from others. He was neither the Taoist robe of Fengyun Mountain nor the empty mountain. The whole person looked at the thought of a mountain farmer.

May he felt the doubts of the little Taoist priest, and Zhao Xuan immediately smiled and said, "Oh! This Taoist brother, I'm a little gardener from Konglun Mountain. This time, I followed the disciples of my sect to Fengyun Mountain.

"Hehe! That's it! I said how to look at the face! So it's just a little gardener!" The little Taoist priest suddenly burst into a smile, although he looked harmless! But the words are disdainful and sarcastic.

How can Zhao Xuan not hear his voice, but after all, this is the territory of others. Moreover, he is used to being bullied by his disciples. If he encounters such rude treatment, he can already laugh it off. It's just that a trace of unpleaness flashed in my heart.

"Can you please tell me what happened here?" Zhao Xuan suppressed his inner dissatisfaction and said with a smile.

"Oh! Isn't it the day of the first competition between the disciples of your sect and the disciples of your sect? Why didn't the elders of your school inform you before? The little Taoist priest raised his eyebrows and said, but then patted himself on the head, "Oh! Look at my memory. How can the elders inform a little gardener when the disciples of the two schools compete in Taoism?

The little Taoist priest seemed to be deliberately against him. After saying that, he laughed and then turned around and walked to the crowded place ahead.

Zhao Xuan looked at the distant back of the little Taoist priest, and an unknown fire burned in his heart. I thought, "I used to think that the Taoist priests in Fengyun Mountain were all cultivated!" It turned out to be just a false appearance.

At this time, a warm noise broke out in the middle of the crowd, and then a voice first sounded, "Disciples, today is empty. It is the first time for the two schools to compete with each other, even if it is a Taoist meeting! Now please prepare for the competition between the disciples of the two schools. The voice sounds very familiar, as if it were Xiafei, the head of Fengyun Mountain.

"Is the leader also here? It seems to be lively today. Zhao Xuan was secretly happy. At the thought of this scene of competition, he was very excited, so he began to find a good place to watch. But the crowd in the field was so crowded that it was estimated that even the flies could not fly in. Want to get in! Looking at the posture of those disciples, they must be unable to squeeze others; soaring into the air? Nor can it. The goal is too obvious and easy to attract the attention of others.

Zhao Xuan's head turned sharply, "Wh! Yes." After saying that, he immediately turned into a breeze, and then brushed the side of the crowd in front of him and rose up, forming a small whirlpool in the air, but it was generally invisible to the naked eye and naturally would not be found.

After turning into a breeze and floating in mid-air, Zhao Xuan's feet steadily stepped on a little Taoist priest, but when she saw the little Taoist priest who satirized him just now not far ahead, she suddenly had a small evil idea in her mind, which was to play with the little Taoist priest.

"Haha!" He smiled twice, and his whole body flew to the little Taoist priest's method, then bent his waist and sat firmly on the little Taoist priest's head.

Not long after entering Fengyun Mountain, the Taoist priest is relatively shallow. Now he is bullied on his head. Except for his strange heart and his head feels a little heavy, he has not noticed an invisible person sitting on his head at all.

Zhao Xuan rode the head of the little Taoist priest, and evil thoughts flashed one by one. With a dull voice, then the little Taoist priest's strange expression, "What smells so bad?" In a moment, several disciples around covered their noses.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Xuan covered his mouth and tried his best to control his laughter, and his eyes unconsciously floated into the field.

In the center of the field is an inch of grass, and only the leaves of a few small trees around it are sparsely spread out. There are several wooden chairs in the middle, with several elderly sitting on them. Sitting in the middle is Xiafei Zhenren, on his left is the divine operator, and another elder of Konglun Mountain; on the right, there are blue eyebrows, Tianhe Taoist, and several long gates that they have never seen before.

Zhao Xuan glanced at them and finally stayed on the face of Tianhe Taoist. Tianhe Taoist now looks much older and haggard than before, and his face is also very serious. He is not as kind and radiant as before. Seeing Tianhe Taoist, Zhao Xuan immediately remembered the sad scene on the top of Fengyun Mountain, and then the beautiful face of the girl in pink.

"I don't know if Qingling is okay now? I miss her a little!" He exhaled gently and continued to move his eyes elsewhere.

At this time, what came into his eyes was a purple figure, standing and graceful, Lu Ziling.

"She is still so beautiful." Zhao Xuan squeezed his mouth, but somehow, since he met Qingling, Lu Ziling's figure gradually disappeared in his mind, replaced by a faint and indescribable complex feeling.

His eyes continued to move forward, and under a big tree in the sky, surrounded by a group of disciples hooked their shoulders and backs, all of whom Zhao Xuan was the most familiar people --- the disciples of Konglun Mountain were pointing to the field and saying something.

Zhao Xuan's eyes searched among the disciples of Konglun Mountain, but he never saw Niu Xiaopang. If there is anything else that makes him miss, it is his good brother, Niu Xiaopang.

I couldn't find Niu Xiaopang. Zhao Xuan guessed that he might be sleeping in the dormitory again, and he didn't care much.

After wandering around the crowd, he returned to the center of the field. At this time, two long figures silently confronted each other. One was a handsome man in white, with two sword eyebrows flying diagonally into his temples, which was very eye-catching. The other was Qin Ziang, wearing a Tibetan green robe and looking upright. At this time, he was staring at Qin Ziang diagonally at the opposite side, and there was a faint disdain in his eyes. Although this disciple in a Tibetan Taoist robe tried his best to show his strength to give the other party a power, he had a little less aura than Qin Ziang, who was calm and calm. The two looked at each other and seemed to be waiting for Xia Fei to give an order before they started fighting.