After the Quanzhen Sect moved to the Zixiao Palace, Lin Qingxuan arranged many tasks, such as opening a dojo, transferring disciples to the Western Regions, and expanding the shipping business. However, before he could implement it, he became a shopkeeper and ran away.

Already.

As the master of Zixiao Palace, Yin Zhiping is also the chief disciple of the leader, Zhenjun Great Heavenly Master, who personally taught the palm seals. Therefore, since returning to Zixiao Palace, he has been immersed in busy affairs. He does not dare to slack off at night and practices with all his strength.

The Quanzhen Heart Method, the Yi Jin Forging Bone Chapter, the Nine Turns Jade Qing Gong, etc.

If it weren't for the help of senior brothers such as Li Zhichang, Wang Zhitan, Lu Zhitang, Chen Lingyun, Zhiqing, Zhichong, Zhichun, etc., I might not even have time to sleep and practice.

After several months of busy work, winter turned to spring in the blink of an eye, and it was already the Lantern Festival in the second year of Zhaoguang.

This Taoist Three-Year Festival requires fasting and offering sacrifices. As the master of Zixiao Palace and the great disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, Yin Zhiping naturally has to preside over the ceremony.

When I finished my work and just returned to my room to rest, I remembered that many major events had been settled. The Quanzhen Sect's shipping business had also been taken over by the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. I thought that the face of Qingxuan Zhenjun and the Great Heavenly Master could not be competed for.

I will be able to relax a little more in the future and have more time to practice Xuan Gong quietly.

Originally too busy, Yin Zhiping kept concentrating on even practicing, let alone other things, and basically forgot about it. Now that everything was handled properly, Yin Zhiping's mind became clear, and he suddenly remembered that he had been

Disciple Yang Ming who is still in the Tomb of the Living Dead at Zhongnan Mountain.

Originally, Yin Zhiping was thinking of bringing him back years ago, but he got confused and delayed it for almost a month. He remembered that he had not trained him carefully since he accepted him as his disciple.

I felt a little guilty in my heart, and thought to myself: The disciples from all the lower courtyards and Taoist schools have returned to their respective places. Tomorrow, I will temporarily leave the affairs in the palace to Junior Brother Zhiqing and Junior Brother Zhichang, and then I will go back to Zhongnan Mountain in person and bring Yang Ming back to teach him well.

In terms of martial arts, his aptitude and understanding are both top-notch. If he practices hard, he will be the best among the fourth generation in twenty years.

So early the next morning, Yin Zhiping entrusted several junior brothers to handle the affairs of the palace, and he went to the Tomb of the Living Dead in person to prepare to bring Yang Ming back.

When Yin Zhiping arrived at Zhongnan Mountain in the Mengchun period, it was still covered with snow. The Chongyang Taoist Palace, which had been magnificent in the past, was already in ruins. The Chongyang Hall was also dilapidated and had become a place where wild beasts lived.

Yin Zhiping was filled with emotions and walked through Chongyang Palace for a long time before arriving in front of the ancient tomb.

Yun Gong shouted: "I am a poor Taoist, Quanzhen Sect Yin Zhiping is here to pay homage to Senior Tomb, to thank Senior for his help, and to pick up his disciple Yang Ming along the way."

After a while, a girl in white clothes with very cold eyebrows, extremely beautiful face, and skin as good as snow came out pulling Yang Ming.

Yin Zhiping's heart skipped a beat when he saw this woman. He felt that among the beauties he had seen in his life, only Guo Jing's wife Huang Rong and his uncle Li could compare with this girl. However, the three of them had different temperaments, so they could be regarded as

Each is successful in his own field.

Although Yin Zhiping thought this woman was beautiful and charming, his skills have greatly improved in recent years, and his Taoist cultivation has become increasingly profound. Especially after becoming the third generation chief and the palm seal of the Quanzhen Sect, he puts the overall situation first in everything.

, I have long forgotten my ego, so even though I think this woman is beautiful, I can control it and not be moved by my ordinary heart.

Yin Zhiping knew that this woman's surname was Long, and that she was Uncle Li's junior sister and the future head of the Tomb Sect.

If you go by the seniority of the two sects' ancestors, you and this girl are the same generation, but if you go by Master Li, he will call the woman a master uncle. Since it is difficult to talk about seniority, Yin Zhiping bows respectfully. He said: "Hello, Miss Long, I wonder if the old man can let me thank you for your kindness?"

Xiao Longnu glanced at Yin Zhiping and said calmly: "My master is invisible, so you don't need to thank me."

After saying that, he pulled Yang Ming and said, "Tomorrow, go down the mountain with your master."

Yang Ming thought of the wonderful time spent with Aunt Long and her two mothers-in-law day and night in the past five months, and said with red eyes and tears: "I will come to see my aunt and mother-in-law after I have mastered martial arts from my master."

"Men are not allowed to enter the ancient tomb. When you grow up, don't come again."

Xiao Longnu said, turned around and walked back to the ancient tomb.

Yang Ming looked at Xiao Longnu's back reluctantly, until the last trace of white disappeared behind the door of the ancient tomb. He was still a little sad, and couldn't help but think of his sister, parents, and grandparents.

Yin Zhiping saw Yang Ming lowering his head and weeping, and knew that this child valued love and justice. He waved his whisk and said with a smile, "Ming'er, you are much whiter and taller than you were a year ago."

Yang Ming wiped away his tears and stepped forward to prostrate himself and kowtow, saying: "Disciple pays homage to Master."

After Yin Zhiping stretched out his hand to lift Yang Ming up, Yang Ming asked again: "Master, our Chongyang Palace was burned by them, right? Didn't Uncle Li and Zhenjun Qingxuan come back? I heard that Uncle Li followed My mother-in-law said that she killed Iron Arhat to avenge her, and Uncle Lin is the best in the world in martial arts, so we must win, right?"

Seeing the nervous expression of hatred on Yang Ming's face, Yin Zhiping nodded and said with a slight smile: "You won't know the details in the ancient tomb tomorrow. After you leave, Zhenjun Qingxuan and Chi Lian Sanren will return to the mountain. Iron Arhat asked Chi Lian Sanren to kill her old man, Qingxuan Zhenjun subdued all the evil spirits with his supreme magical method, and even waved his hand to rain down the fire in the Sutra Pavilion, saving..."

Yang Ming was very excited after hearing what his mentor said about the battle in Chongyang Palace, and asked: "Master, is Mr. Qingxuan really a living god?"

Yin Zhiping thought of the scene where Master Lin put out the fire in the Sutra Pavilion with his immortal method, and nodded: "Yes, our leader Qingxuan Zhenjun, the Great Heavenly Master, is indeed a living immortal. He surrendered the Golden Wheel with a wave of his palm. The Dharma King and more than a dozen experts extinguished the fire in the Sutra Pavilion with a wave of his hand, and preserved the classic Taoist scrolls, manuscripts of our founders, martial arts secrets, etc. of the Quanzhen Sect. Isn’t this a magical method?"

Yang Ming was stunned for a long time, and then said: "Master, let's go back to the palace quickly. I want to kowtow to the master, my uncle, and say hello."

Yin Zhiping pulled Yang Ming forward and said with a smile: "The leader Zhenjun and his old man Chilian Sanren have gone down the mountain to play in the world. Your master and several other masters and uncles have also lived in seclusion for a while. I’m afraid you masters won’t come back, so let’s go back to the palace first so that you can practice Xuanmen’s authentic martial arts and you will have the opportunity to meet him in a few years.”

Yang Ming nodded and agreed, "Okay, Master."

The master and the apprentice reunited after a long absence. Yang Ming had many things to say to his master, and Yin Zhiping also liked Yang Ming very much. Naturally, he would answer all questions. Therefore, the master and the apprentice chatted and laughed and went down Zhongnan Mountain.

Soon the master and apprentice passed through Nanyang.

Going further south, you will see that there is no human habitation for dozens of miles. There is desolation everywhere, and there are many bones staggering beside the road.

Yang Ming and Yin Zhiping both had solemn expressions on their faces. They knew that the area north of Xiangyang City was a battleground between the Mongolian and Song armies. In recent years, it had been plowed countless times by the Mongolian army.

Therefore, all the people who could escape fled, and those who could not escape perished. Except for the passing refugees and the caravans with strong bodyguards, Yin Zhiping and his disciples did not meet anyone else along the way.

After walking for a few hours, they saw that it was getting late, so they found a place with a flowing stream, made a fire to bake bread, drank some hot water, ate some dry food, and then slept in their clothes.

In the middle of the night, Yin Zhiping was sitting by the campfire silently practicing Xuan Kung when he suddenly heard the clanging sound of swords clashing in the distance. He immediately stepped out of his meditation to collect his kung fu and touched the sword beside him.

As the sound of fighting became clearer and clearer, an old voice came: "You are such an unreasonable old man, why are you chasing me all the time?"

Another equally old voice replied: "You were unreasonable and ruined many of my valley master's love affairs by coming to my valley. Come back to the valley with me and apologize to the valley master. If you have a better attitude, you can be forgiven."

"I, the old monster of the ginseng immortal, have traveled north and south for decades. Where can you stay if you want to?"

Another old voice said "Humph." Then the two stopped talking, but the sound of weapons clashing and shouting became louder and closer.

Yang Ming suddenly sat up and whispered: "Master, the first person I heard to speak seems to be Liang Ziwen. He is a good man. Let's help him."

Yin Zhiping frowned and said: "Ever since Uncle Wang met him in Yanjing, the old monster Shen Xian has not traveled around the world for more than ten years. Why has he appeared again in the past two years? What else are you looking for?"

Yang Ming told Yin Zhiping a long time ago that he met Liang Ziwen, and then took Liang Ziwen home to meet Yang Kang to ask about Mu Shiba. Yin Zhiping knew that Liang Ziwen was a heretical master, and there was no harm in returning to the Central Plains this time.

Ji, he has some friendship with senior brother Yang Kang and his disciple Yang Ming. If he is not seeking revenge for evil, he can take action to solve the problem.

As the sound of fighting approached, a moment later I saw an old man with white beard and white hair wearing a ge robe holding a medicine hoe and fighting with a short old man who was less than four feet tall but with a long beard that reached the ground. The short old man's hand

Take a dragon-headed steel staff that is more than ten feet long. Just by being able to pick it up, you can see that he has extraordinary power. What is even more rare is that his staff skills are swift and fierce, and he dances with great force, as if a ball of silver light is rolling towards the old man in Gepao.

The martial arts skills of the immortal-minded old man in Gepao were not inferior to those of the long-bearded old man, but he did not want to fight. He walked up to Yin Zhiping and Yin Zhiping while fighting.

After Liang Ziwen swung the medicine hoe to block the long-bearded old man's dragon-headed iron staff, he caught a glimpse of Yang Ming and Yin Zhiping standing in front of the bonfire not far away, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Seeing that Liang Ziweng was not running away, the short old man with a long beard also put away his staff and stood still, saying: "Mr. Liang, your martial arts are better than mine, but we are not fighting to the death. Today you only need to follow me back to the valley to apologize to the valley owner."

That's fine, I, Lao Fan, guarantee that your life is not in danger."

Liang Ziwen snorted coldly: "Who are you Valley Masters? Do you want me to plead guilty? Do you really think that I don't dare to kill you?"

Green energy flashed across the face of the short old man with a long beard. He thrust the iron staff into the stone at his feet. Sparks flew out and made a harsh clashing sound. He said in a deep voice: "You are so unreasonable. If you catch me, you have to close it."

We won’t be able to do it for a few years. Junior brothers, prepare your formation quickly.”

There were clear roars coming from all directions, and then dozens of men in green robes suddenly appeared. They each held huge fishing nets to block the four directions. Under the moonlight, they could see that there were weapons on the fishing nets, and the silk threads shone. They were obviously used.

Made of iron wire and copper wire.

Liang Ziweng was shocked and turned around, but the medicine hoe could not break the fishing net. However, the space became smaller and smaller in a moment, and the fishing nets continued to surround him, and Liang Ziweng was about to be caught under the net.

Yang Ming remembered that Grandpa Liang had treated him well, but he seemed to be caught by someone in the next moment. He couldn't help but look at Yin Zhiping and said, "Master."

Yin Zhiping knew what Yang Ming meant. He saw that this group of people in Tsing Yi had strange appearances and very simple clothing. Whether it was their martial arts skills or their appearance, they were all things he had never heard of before. He felt quite suspicious in his heart, so he shouted:

"Everyone, please wait."

When the short old man with a long beard saw that Yin Zhiping and Yang Ming were just two Taoists, one big and one small, he snorted coldly: "I am arresting thieves in Jueqing Valley. Taoist priests, don't be too troublesome."

Yin Zhiping stepped forward and raised his hands and said: "I am a poor Taoist Quanzhen teacher, Yin Zhiping. Do you dare to ask the senior's name? This old Mr. Liang is an old friend of my teacher. I wonder why you arrested him?"

The short old man with a long beard said: "I am Fan Yiweng, a native of the Jueqing Valley. This old man Liang came into my valley and I treated him with courtesy, but he quietly stole the love flowers in our valley. If you steal some, you will be wrong."

That was all, but when he was discovered, instead of returning the treasure plant, he injured someone and escaped, so my valley owner ordered us to come out and catch him."

Fan Yiweng is the eldest disciple of the Lord of Jueqing Valley. He handles all affairs in the valley. Therefore, although he has lived in seclusion in the valley for a long time, he has heard that the Quanzhen Sect is the largest sect in the world. Although he does not know

Yin Zhiping's status and seniority were unknown, but he did not dare to neglect, so he explained.

After finishing speaking, I remembered that Yin Zhiping said that Liang Ziwen was their old friend, so he added: "Taoist Master Qingxiu just asks, don't meddle in other people's business."

After Fan Yiweng finished speaking, he ordered the fishing net array to tighten up and took Liang Ziwen away.

But since Quanzhen Sect became so powerful in the world, no one in the world has dared to talk to him like Fan Yiweng. Yin Zhiping blushed and felt that he had lost face in front of his disciples. He was also a little angry and coldly snorted: "Mr. Liang

Sir, he just hurt one of your flowers and just paid some money. You took him away and you are going to plead guilty. Is it possible that you still want to hold a private court?

Shenxian is also a great master of the generation outside Guan Guan. How can you let you humiliate him at will? Let him go quickly. What problem can't be solved? I, the Quanzhen Sect, make friends with Guigu and mediate. Many friends are worse than many. It’s okay to be an enemy, how about being nicer?”

Seeing Yin Zhiping's persistence, Fan Yiweng became a little irritated. He raised his iron staff and said in a deep voice: "Can you, a little Taoist priest, be the master of your Ma Zhenren?"

Humph, Taoist Yin Zhiping, are you trying to take revenge?

Come, come, let me see the skills of your Quanzhen religion."

Yin Zhiping saw that the old man was disdainful of Quanzhen martial arts in his words, and he didn't know that he rarely traveled around the world. He just felt that this man was disdainful of Quanzhen sect, and he was even more angry. He thought to himself: Let me see how deep you are.

How dare you underestimate my Quanzhen religion!

A cold light flashed, and Fan Yiweng hurriedly waved his steel staff to resist. For a while, he had to parry with all his strength and was unable to fight back.

Yin Zhiping drew his sword and made a move in one go. The first move was the Quanzhen Sect's exquisite swordsmanship. He made more than ten sword moves in an instant. Fan Yiweng also took several steps back before gradually regaining the disadvantage. He used the water-splashing stick technique while roaring continuously, which caused hundreds of blows.
To be continued...