Jun Youyun

Chapter 100 Daojun
Qingcheng Mountain.

Tianshi Mansion.

Seven Taoists in purple Taoist robes sat upright on the main hall, in the shape of a seven-star Big Dipper. They all closed their eyes and muttered Taoist scriptures in their mouths, as if they were performing an extremely important ceremony.

Sitting at the front was an old Daoist with immortal demeanor and white beard and hair. He opened his eyes first, and shouted in a deep voice, "Go back!"

The rest of the Taoists also opened their eyes one after another. They discussed in low voices what they saw in meditation after they settled down just now, and their voices were a little uneasy.

"What did you see?" The statue of Sanqing God in the main hall spit out words.

The leader of the old Taoist seemed to be used to this for a long time, and he was not surprised, but hurriedly replied: "Among the misty clouds, there is a fairy mountain."

"Xianshan? Then what?"

"It was floating, as if wandering in the sea. At first, the fairy mountain was shrouded in clouds and fog, making it difficult to see clearly, but later it became more and more distinct and bigger. This shows that it is approaching us." The old Taoist replied.

"That's it." A tall figure stepped out from behind the Sanqing statue. That person was also wearing a purple Taoist robe, but it was different from ordinary people. He also wore a lotus flower crown and held a whisk in his hand.

"Daoist!" The seven Taoists in the hall called out in unison.

"Just now I lived in the statue of the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasty, and I also entered the world in meditation, but I didn't see any fairy mountains, but a young man." Daojun smiled, "We are the leaders of the Taoist sect, and we can see the fairy mountains far away. It should be a blessing, senior brother Xu doesn't have to worry too much."

"But..." the old Taoist said worriedly.

"It's okay, maybe this time it's different." Daojun said in relief.

The old Taoist sighed softly, shook his head, and did not speak.

At this time, the door of the main hall was suddenly pushed open, and a boy in a Taoist robe ran in unsteadily: "Master, Master, a guest is here to see you."

"Mochen! In the Palace of Sanqing, you must not be presumptuous! What kind of guests are worthy of my Qingcheng Mountain Daoist's personal welcome?" The old Taoist scolded in a low voice.

Xiao Daotong's pace immediately slowed down, and his voice also softened a lot: "Oh...but the guest said that he is a close friend of the master, and he has urgent matters to find. I am afraid that it will delay his important affairs, so I am in such a hurry."

"What's that man's name? What does he look like?" the old Taoist asked.

Xiaotong thought for a while: "That elder brother has pretty features, he is probably a few years older than me, but he speaks very calmly. He said his name is Dongfang Xiaoyue."

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and then scolded: "It's ridiculous, your master has been in seclusion for more than ten years, how many years older than you, isn't it just in his early ten years? Where did your master go to make such a best friend?"

The little boy scratched his head and smiled naively: "That's right. But I just don't think this brother is a liar..."

Daojun smiled, "Dongfang Xiaoyue, this name has some meaning. Let's go, Mo Chen, let's go see him."

"Daoist!" The old Taoist said in a deep voice, "I'm uneasy, so I'd better be careful."

"Don't worry, I'm really an old friend." Daojun stretched out his hand to hold the little Taoist boy, walked out of Sanqing Hall, and soon came to the gate of Tianshi Mansion.

There was indeed a young boy in his early ten years old standing there, looking at the beautiful scenery of Mount Qingcheng with great interest, whistling and teasing the sparrows on the pine tree.

"I have practiced the true method of Taoism for many years, and now I am honored as the Taoist Lord by the Taoists all over the world. It is said that I have already lived forever and half-stepped to immortality. But in fact, I am over sixty years old, but I can barely maintain the appearance of about 40 years old. And You simply reverted to youth, and I don't know whether to envy or lament." Daojun laughed.

Hearing this, the young boy turned around and saluted Gao Daoren in front of him: "Brother Daojun."

Daojun also imitated his appearance and bowed: "Mr. Confucianism."

The little boy named Mochen scratched his head in confusion: "Mr. Confucianism? This brother is the master of the school, Mr. Confucianism?"

Daojun smiled and pushed his head down: "This is Mr. Confucian Sage from the academy, haven't you been clamoring to see him? Now that you see him, hurry up and salute."

Mo Chen hastily saluted: "Mo Chen, the chief disciple of Taoist Lord, has met Mr. Confucian Sage."

"He's a smart kid." Dongfang Xiaoyue said with a smile, "I've been talking to people here for a long time, and they all regarded me as a lunatic. Only this kid is willing to report for me. I thought it was an ordinary Taoist boy, but I didn't expect it to be Your apprentice."

"Isn't Mr. Rusheng about the same age as my master? Why does he look only a few years older than me? Could it be that Mr. Rusheng has practiced some magical skills that can rejuvenate his youth?" Mo Chen asked curiously.

"Go and practice today's sword. I have something else to say to Mr. Rusheng." Daojun scratched Mo Chen's head.

"Okay..." Mo Chen waved at Dongfang Xiaoyue, and ran away reluctantly.

"You have finally accepted your apprentice." Dongfang Xiaoyue said with a smile as she looked at the cheerful back of the little Taoist boy.

Daojun shook his head: "This kid has excellent aptitude and excellent bones, but unfortunately he is too playful. He has been a beginner for a few years. His Taoism is average, his swordsmanship is mediocre, and he is the best in Qingcheng Mountain."

Dongfang Xiaoyue nodded, "Taoism follows nature and conforms to nature. It is not a bad thing for you cultivators. Let's go to your Taoist mansion. I want to drink the Taoist tea on Qingcheng Mountain. I think about it." It's been a long time."

"The last time I saw you, you were still a refined young scholar, why did you become a little bookboy not long after the past?" Daojun led Dongfang Xiaoyue forward, frowning slightly, "It shouldn't be That's right."

"I got into a fight with someone on the road, and I was really angry." Dongfang Xiaoyue said helplessly.

"Who can hurt you?" Taoist asked confused.

"Bai Jile." Dongfang Xiaoyue said in a helpless tone, "That guy is stronger than I imagined. I don't think even if it was me back then, I might not be able to beat him."

"Bai Jile, the hand of Tiangong, is indeed a very dangerous person." Daojun nodded, "But why did he fight with you? Ever since the second child severely injured Ning Qingcheng, Shanglin Tiangong has been fighting against the students. Gong is very respectful, how dare to fight with you?"

"That's a long story." Dongfang Xiaoyue said with a wry smile, "Anyway, I'm here to trouble you this time. I'm holding on to my last breath. If I lose my breath, tomorrow your apprentice will be punished." Call me your brother..."

Daojun shook his head and sighed: "What you said was miserable, I almost couldn't help laughing out loud, but thinking about the reasons and results behind this incident, I couldn't laugh."

Dongfang Xiaoyue looked serious: "I can't get any younger, if I get younger, I won't be able to fight."

"A battle?"

"The war is coming."

(End of this chapter)