Small town adventure

Chapter 406 Are you alive or not?
"The head of Qingyang is not here, don't you guys listen to what I say as a senior brother?" Daoist Qingyun said coldly, his deep voice echoed throughout the Zixiao Great Hall, shaking everyone's eardrums.

The hall was quiet for a while, only to see an old Taoist walking out from the left side of the hall, and said respectfully: "Eldest brother, how dare you not listen to it, it's just that a fierce ghost from the southwest appears in the world, and it affects the safety of the world. Although you are shallow in Taoism, you can't sit idly by. Even if you risk your life, you will not hesitate. I hope that the big brother will let me wait down the mountain together. I will wait here in Wudang Mountain to see how you can do it if you go hard. Peace of mind?"

Daoist Qingyun glanced at the old Taoist, the stern look in his eyes eased a lot, and said lightly: "Eighth Junior Brother, it's not that you are not allowed to be a Senior Senior Brother, it's just that there are many disciples going up and down Wudang Mountain. The affairs are complicated and trivial. If we old guys go together, if there are some troubles on the mountain, only some junior disciples are there, and we can't afford it, what should we do? I also know that everyone's mood to eliminate ghosts is urgent, Worried about the safety of the head, but how can Wudang Mountain leave it alone? Besides, this trip to the southwest to catch that ghost is not just our Wudang Mountain. I am afraid that all the masters of the magic world will gather there. At that time, there will be hundreds of thousands of people, and you are afraid that you will not be able to subdue the ghosts there?! There is no need to say more, junior brothers, just do as I tell you!"

As soon as Daoist Qingyun's words fell, all the people of seniority in the hall looked at each other in blank dismay. Although there was a look of embarrassment on their faces, they couldn't say anything more. It's like being the head of the sect, who would dare not listen.

Daoist Qingyun looked around the crowd again, and then said: "Okay, everyone will disperse here, and each take his place. I still have something to say to my nephew Yi Zhen. At most, I will leave in a few hours. Go southwest."

Hearing what the senior brother said, all the juniors bid farewell one by one, and left the Zixiao Hall one after another. Some of the seniors who had been friends with Zhang Yihan, when they passed by Zhang Yihan, they all went over and patted Zhang Yihan on the shoulder, sighing After a few sentences, Zhang Yihan naturally answered them one by one, and answered politely.

When the people in the main hall were almost gone, there were only Zhang Yihan, Yi Feng, Shui'er, Daoist Qingyun and three other old Taoists left in the room.

Daoist Qingyun glanced at Zhang Yihan, then at Shui'er, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes, which indeed passed by in a flash, and then said to Zhang Yihan: "Yi Zhen, come here, I have something to ask you."

Zhang Yihan responded, then strode over and said respectfully, "Master, what are your orders?"

Daoist Qingyun nodded, and said seriously: "Yi Zhen, let me ask you, you have to tell the truth to me, my uncle."

Zhang Yihan nodded, and said respectfully: "How dare you lie to my uncle, disciple, just ask if you have anything to say."

"I heard you say that the ghosts in the southwest are so powerful. Although your master Master Qingyang's cultivation level is very high, it should be far worse than that ghosts. How can you two, master and apprentice, touch the bad luck of that ghosts? The reason not to die in its hands? You have to tell me the truth, is your master still alive?"

(End of this chapter)