Surrounded by clouds and mist, there are endless mountains and ridges, with rivers coming out along the mountain streams, rolling eastward, and surging waves swaying on the shore.

Along the rivers, the mountains on both sides gradually become plains, with lush grass and trees, villages, villages, and cities.

There are not many scenes, and there are countless passengers, cars and horses.

The scorching sun shone in from the eight large windows and reflected on the huge wall paintings of mountains, rivers, plains and cities.

He also gathered in the mysterious swordsman who was watching the picture with his hands behind his back.

The person reflected like the sun, shining on the map of mountains, rivers and the country.

When they arrived at Lu Qingting in front of the ancestor's hall, Gu Qingyi saw the scene as before. Invisibly, both of them felt a sank.

In the ancestor's hall, in front of the mountains and rivers, someone stands like a dangerous peak and the air is as bright as the sun.

Perhaps it was because the power of retreating to fight Foyinyue had not dissipated, or the person and the environment were perfectly in line with each other, and the true teachings of the two Hanging Mountains were a little dazed.

I couldn't help but recall the master's painting scroll hanging in front of the mountain and river map in the later ancestors' hall.

"Zhang Zhenren is worthy of being a great master of the generation. This map of mountains, rivers and the country shows his mind and courage."

While speaking, Yang Yu never looked back, but was still observing the original works left by the sloppy Taoist in front of him.

This painting is not as outstanding as the painting skills alone, but the master's pen tip is really majestic.

It is not as subtle as it is, but its momentum of opening and closing is really touching.

This painting is called mountains and rivers, but it is actually a country. It looks like a painting of scenery, but it is actually a writer. When it comes to painting words, it is like the finishing touch.

Let the overall artistic conception of this painting be enhanced.

"Such as the ordinary, and becomes an immortal."

Looking at the familiar "dragon-shaped grass", Lu Qingting came to his senses. He held his senior sister's arm and bowed:

"I am hanging in the air, Lu Qingting, this is my senior sister, Gu Qingyi. I don't know what you call me..."

"It turned out to be a noble disciple from Hanging Mountain, a certain Yang Yu, a native of Qingzhou, and a scattered person with no doors or sects."

While the two looked at him, Yang Yu also saw their roots, just like other outsiders he had seen before with the Thousand Miles of Soul Locking.

The two people in front of them are also pregnant with Taoist fruit.

He was not surprised.

Since the Jiazi period, especially in the past thirty years, the martial arts sects and aristocratic families in the Ming Dynasty and even the various countries have actually secretly cultivated the master of magical powers.

This is not a secret to him.

On the contrary, he was more interested in the purpose of these people.

"Yang, Yang Zhuo?"

Lu Qingting was asking a question, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him would tell him the story directly, and he was stunned.

As soon as the thought changed, he remembered who the person in front of him was.

"Qingzhou Yang Zhu?!"

They are not unfamiliar with this name.

Longyuan Dao is the gateway of the Ming Dynasty and a place of battles. All major forces have paid attention to it. In recent years, they have heard this name more than once.

only……

"You are Yang Yu who was so angry that Nie Wendong was in the street?!"

Lu Qingting's eyes changed.

As one of the people who contacted the Hanging Mountain and compiled the "Bright Mountain and River List", how could he not know this name?

Even he included this person's name on the list of beautiful mountains and rivers.

However, as far as he knows, although the person in front of him is extraordinary, his achievements are limited to the master. The only time he fought with the master was Lin Qitian as a helping hand.

How long has it been before, and I can actually fight against Foyinyue?!

"Super Power!"

Gu Qingyi reacted very quickly: "You are really the master of magical powers!"

She remembered the information about this person. In the file, she called this person a martial arts genius who was once a hundred years old in Qingzhou. She was even more suspected to have a Taoist fruit, which was comparable to Chu Tianyi.

but……

Chu Tianyi can really compete with this person?!

The two looked at each other, and for the first time they had doubts about the intelligence of their own sect...

"Are you tired of standing? Let's sit down and talk. Just try the vegetarian rice in Hanging Mountain..."

Do not admit it, nor deny it.

Yang Yu waved his hand, and the little Taoist boy waiting outside the house had brought the vegetarian rice in. The fragrance was so strong that it showed the skill of the cooker.

“…”

Looking at Yang Yu who was like a landlord and greeted him to sit down, the two of them looked at each other speechlessly, but they still sat down.

"Yang Yu..."

Lu Qingting recalled the file about this person in his mind and thought about it carefully.

In the end, only one conclusion was drawn.

fierce!

In fact, he was deeply impressed by the deeds of the person in front of him, and there was nothing else. This person's methods were too fierce.

Beheading!

Broken skull!

Pull the spine!

Lingchi!

Thinking back to the ones recorded in the file, Lu Qingting felt a little numb, while Gu Qingyi looked at him with some interest.

The two thought that Yang Yu wanted to see him, he must have something to ask, but until the table of vegetarian food was wiped out, there was no question on the other side.

"Yang, Yang Da Hero."

Lu Qingting pondered the words and asked:

"Dare you sure you have seen my ancestor?...a real ancestor?"

"call!"

Yu Yang put down his bowls and chopsticks:

"It's really not to be hiding it. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was on the edge of the cliff in the back mountain. Before I could react, Yin Yue came to worship the mountain."

"so……"

Gu Qingyi was a little disappointed. She came here to stay in the air. Her greatest desire was to meet the ancestor.

Secondly, it is to take the Seven Tribulation Sword.

Wait, where is the Seven Tribulation Sword?!

Gu Qingyi's heart burst into tears. The person in front of him may have replaced the identity of the ancestor in the immortal and magical realm here, the Seven Tribulation Sword...

"Seven Tribulation Sword..."

He looked at the straight blade knife on Yang Yu's waist without any trace. Lu Qingting pretended to be unintentional and asked:

"I wonder how much does Yang Daxia know about the fantasy realm of this immortal magic?"

"Yang is just a scattered person in the world. Although he has heard something, he must not know much about it."

After glanced at the two-edged knife at the waist, Yang Yu felt thoughtful:

"It is said that the fantasy realm here is related to the suppression of the 'Dead Book Remnant Pages' by the ancestors of the sect..."

"really……"

After hearing this, Lu Qingting's heart sank.

When the ancestor pretended to die and traveled around the world, he searched for famous mountains and rivers, but he was afraid that he would leave traces and even records in many places.

The person in front of him knew that the other outsiders would know.

"good!"

Gu Qingyi spoke:

"The fantasy realm of immortals and magic here is indeed left by the ancestors. I came in this time to suppress the 'remnant pages of the Nether Book' again."

"Yeah?"

Yu Yang refused to comment.

He didn't believe the words of the two. If it were really to suppress the broken pages of the Ming Book, the sloppy Taoist would not have left so many channels.
To be continued...