Mu Xiaomei was still asleep when he sent her home. Master Mu wanted to wake her up and thank Ying Feiyang and Mo Yunzheng. Mo Yunzheng didn't want to disturb her. Master Mu wanted to invite Mo Yunzheng to stay the night, but Ying Feiyang had already promised to take Mo Yunzheng back to the temple to rest. Master Mu had to give up. He thanked them profusely and sent them out of the village.
Along the way, the two of them chatted as they walked. Mo Yunzong asked, "Young Friend Ying, although you're young, your swordsmanship is quite impressive. May I know your master's name? How did he manage to produce such a talented disciple?"
Ying Feiyang loved swords since he was a child. He was proud when he was praised for his swordsmanship. But when asked about his master, he was worried and said, "My master's name is Qing Ku Taoist. I guess you have never heard of him."
Mo Yunzheng frowned and thought for a while. He said, "Qing Ku? Forgive me for my ignorance, but I have never heard of him. "
"It's a good thing that you haven't heard of him. My master has a bad reputation." Ying Feiyang thought to himself.
"May I know which Spirit Mountain and which family does your master come from?"
"Well … I don't know. Maybe he doesn't belong to any family. "Ying Feiyang couldn't tell him that Qing Ku Taoist was just a Jianghu swindler, so he answered vaguely.
Mo Yunzheng saw that Ying Feiyang wanted to hide something, so he became more curious and asked a few more questions. Ying Feiyang either didn't know anything or he knew something but didn't want to say it. It was such a cold day that he was sweating. Fortunately, he suddenly felt something cold on the tip of his nose. It was the heavy snow. It was fine if it didn't snow, but when it did, it started to snow like goose feathers, fluttering and fluttering down.
"Master, it seems that we have to hurry up …" The snow saved the day, so Ying Feiyang suggested.
"Alright, then I'll have to trouble you to lead the way." Following that, the two of them did not have time to talk. Ying Feiyang sprinted ahead to lead the way, while Mo Yunzheng followed with ease. Fortunately, the Taoist temple was not far away, so it was not soaked.
Entering the Daoist temple, Mo Yunzheng casually looked around. The Daoist temple was quite spacious, and there was an Elder Lord statue standing on the platform, smiling kindly. But there was nothing on the altar, and a layer of dust had fallen on the incense burner. He hesitated in his heart. The current dynasty's Great Ancestor recognized Li Er as the ancestor, and the whole country respected Taoism. A Taoist temple of this scale must be run with great effort. It was rare to see such a desolate temple. How could he know that Qing Ku Taoist was a mischievous person who relied on deceiving people to get by? How could he have the time to run a temple? Qing Ku, Qing Ku, this Taoist name was indeed worthy of its name.
"Ying Tianming, you little brat. I asked you to get some wine, but you only came now. It's so cold, and you made I wait for so long. I've really wasted all these years raising you." A Taoist sprang out from behind. His clothes were untidy, and his hair was wild. Who else could it be but Qing Ku Taoist?
Looking at his master's untidy appearance, Ying Feiyang suddenly felt ashamed. "Master, I brought a guest, this is Master Mo Yunzheng." He turned to Mo Yunzheng with a bitter face and said, "Master, this is my master."
Qing Ku Taoist glanced at him and mumbled a greeting, then snatched the wine gourd from Ying Feiyang's waist and took a big gulp. Mo Yunzheng looked at Qing Ku Taoist carefully, then cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist, you look a little familiar. Have we met before?"
Qing Ku Taoist laughed, then shook his head and replied, "No, I haven't. You saw that I didn't ask for a debt, and you didn't chase after me, so you must have never seen me before." Seeing that he denied it, Mo Yunzheng asked him a few more questions, but Qing Ku Taoist kept talking and didn't answer. At that moment, there was a noise coming from outside the temple.
"Sister Xie, you're really lost. I've seen that tree three times. Give me the map, or I'll become a snowman."
A clear female voice said, "What a joke. How can we cultivators get lost? Can't I read the stars at night? I just need to look up and find the North Star … "
"Sister Xie, you just said that you want to look for the stars in the snow, right?"
"Nonsense! You heard wrong! I just said that I just need to pinch my fingers and I'll find it … Oh, I really found it. Look, isn't it there? Let's go, let's go. "
"Sister, slow down. The road is slippery!"
After a while, a figure whose eyebrows and hair were dyed white rushed in and met Ying Feiyang's eyes. Who else could it be but Xie Lingyan?
"How can it be you?" Xie Lingyan cried out in surprise. She felt that she had been rude, so she first smiled apologetically at Mo Yunzong before turning to Daoist Qing Ku and bowing as a disciple. "Senior, are you Senior Master Qing Ku?" At this time, Fu Qingming and Zhang Yizhi also rushed over. Before they could shake off the snow on their bodies, they hurriedly bowed. "You're Shang Ying's disciple?" Qing Ku Taoist narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Yes. I'm Junior Xie Lingyan, Zhenren Shang's disciple. These two are my Senior Brother Fu Qingming and Zhang Yizhi. They're Zhenren Xie's disciples. "Xie Lingyan replied.
"What Zhenren Xie? Isn't it your father Xie Kangle? Ling Xiao Sword School can't go down the mountain before the age of seventeen. How old are you? Relying on your father and master's power, you snuck out, right? "
"Uh … This … "Xie Lingyan's secret was exposed. She stammered and thought hard for an excuse.
Qing Ku waved his hand and interrupted, "That's enough. Don't waste your time looking for excuses. Your Master must have turned a blind eye to the fact that you were able to find your way here. Tell me, why are you here?"
"It's cold and snowing. We'd like to stay here for the night. I wonder if we're bothering you, Uncle?"
Qing Ku Taoist took a sip of wine and said, "Of course we're bothering you. Your master really knows how to make trouble for me. He doesn't take care of his own disciple but asks me to take care of him. Forget it, let Ying Tianming make the arrangements. I is old and can't stay up all night. "Then, turn around and leave."
"Call me Ying Feiyang." Ying Feiyang said fiercely.
How could a drunkard like Qing Ku Taoist be called Uncle by a disciple of Ling Xiao Sword School? How did these three people find this place? Ying Feiyang was confused and only understood after Xie Lingyan explained. As a major Daoist sect, Ling Xiao Sword School had Taoist temples in Lingnan, Jiannan, and Jiangnan. The incense money from the temples was a major source of funding for Ling Xiao Sword School. Moreover, the temples could be used as a place for traveling disciples to stay, so they had to be guarded.
As a result, some mediocre disciples of the High Heaven Sword Sect who had made mistakes were sent to guard these Daoist temples. Ying Feiyang's Tongyun Temple was one of them.
"So my master is a disciple of Ling Xiao Sword School who was kicked out of the school?" Ying Feiyang was shocked, but after thinking about it, he felt that this explanation was reasonable and even solved some of the problems that he couldn't figure out in the past.
"No wonder Master could pass on secret manuals to me even though he only knows a little bit of martial arts. No wonder Master is more knowledgeable than the average swindler and has a stronger aura. So he came from a big sect." Ying Feiyang thought.
Mo Yunzheng joked, "So Young Friend Ying is also a disciple of Ling Xiao Sword School, I have been disrespectful."
Xie Lingyan was in a good mood after picking up a Junior Brother for free. She giggled, "Hehe, Junior Brother Ying, quickly call me Senior Sister." “
You might not be older than me, so you should call me Senior Brother. " Ying Feiyang straightened his back, but girls her age matured early. No matter how much Ying Feiyang straightened his back, he was still shorter than Xie Lingyan and lost in terms of aura.
After chatting for a while, Ying Feiyang brought everyone to the backyard. The backyard was divided into four rooms, two on each side. At the back was the kitchen. Xie Lingyan was assigned one room, Mo Yunzheng another, Zhang Yizhi and Fu Qingming shared one, and Ying Feiyang bade everyone goodnight and went to sleep with his master.
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