Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang’s heart moved, and he stared at him and said, “What do you think, this is something of Dragon Tiger Mountain.”

“Isn’t it in your hands now? Zhang Shiming used it to assassinate you, and it failed. You always have to leave evidence or something, or compensation …”

“Thinking about so many excuses, I might as well just say I want to.” Ye Shaoyang rolled the eyes, returned to the bed, stuffed the pine pattern Guding sword under his pillow, and lay down to sleep.

In the early morning of the second day, Ye Shaoyang got up, woke Xiaobai next door, and checked out.

By this time, Zhang Shiming hadn’t appeared yet, Xiaobai tried to call him, but Zhang Shiming’s mobile phone had been turned off, and no one could get through.

Ye Shaoyang had to put it down and take Guagua and Xiaobai to Mount Huang, Keel.

This is the second time that Ye Shaoyang came to Dragon Tiger Mountain. The first time was about 2-7 years ago. At that time, with Qing Yunzi, he helped people open somewhere. As a result, the money was stolen on the way back, master and Disciple 8 did n’t even have to go back, and Qing Yunzi took him to the Dragon Tiger Mountain for help. After eating and staying for a few days, it cost a few hundred yuan to go by car.

But after a long time, and at that time, Ye Shaoyang was still a child in his early 1s. He doesn’t have much memory of Dragon Tiger Mountain. Just remember that most of the Taoist temples of Dragon Tiger Mountain are scenic areas and there are many tourists, only the last main peak. The Yuqing Palace is the place of cultivation. Usually people are guarded and tourists are not allowed to visit.

When I came to Dragon Tiger Mountain, I saw the crowd of tourists. It was a crowd crowd. Ye Shaoyang was a little dizzy. I do n’t know how to go to the main peak. Instead, Xiaobai once came to lead the way. Go up the mountain, all the way to the main peak.

Ye Shaoyang is standing in front of the mountain gate, looking back at the large and small Taoist temple of Qianshan, and those tourists and pilgrims who are rushing, ca n’t help but be impressed. If Mt. Mao can be so prosperous, that ’s great, let alone, this day How much money can I make?

On the 2nd side of the mountain gate, there were several Dao Child holding a whistle. When they saw Ye Shaoyang going up the mountain, they immediately stepped forward and stopped, “Sir stay, the mountain is not open to tourists.”

Ye Shaoyang raised his right hand, arched his middle finger, slightly flexed his index finger and ring finger, and put a handprint on the door.

At a glance, the Dao Children recognized the Daomen, and one of them asked, “Seeing mountains is not mountains, and seeing water is not water.”

This is a common incision in the door, which means that you look like the same sect, but don’t know where it came from.

Ye Shaoyang replied: “South of Nanshan, the side of Jushui.”-In the Daomen, Nanshan is Mt. Mao, Jushui, which is Jurong River, and Mt. Mao’s southern faction is by the Jurong River. If you answer It is by the Huai River, that is, Mt. Mao Northern faction, because Mt. Mao Northern faction is by the Xia Cai Huai River.

The few boys froze, and because of Ye Shaoyang’s surprise, the other party didn’t say more about the cut, and asked respectfully: “Yes Sect Founder?”

Ye Shaoyang nodded, the guys were about to kneel saluted immediately, Ye Shaoyang changed an unacceptable gesture and said, “Rarely.”

A few Dao Child got up to be rude.

Ye Shaoyang frowned and asked, “How do you know it’s me?”

One person said with a smile: “Ye Sect Founder goes understood when he goes up the mountain.” After speaking, he pulled out a Xiaomi mobile phone from his pocket, dialed a number, stuck it to his ear and said, “The obituary, Ye Sect Founder is here.” Listen After a while, hung up and made a gesture to Ye Shaoyang. “Ye Sect Founder, the head has please.”

Ye Shaoyang stepped on the steps and went straight up the mountain, Xiao Bai was holding his arm beside him, very proud, and asked, “Boss, why did they call you Sect Founder?”

“Dragon Tiger Mountain is the head of Taoism, and the Celestial Master Zhang lineage inheritance is true. But since the Ming Dynasty, the leader of Dragon Tiger Mountain has been 2 generations later than Mt. Mao. They have just started and they are not I know a few generations later than me, so just call Sect Founder. “

Xiaobai chuckled, “The boss is amazing.”

Ye Shaoyang shrugged, “What awesome, Mt. Mao and Dragon Tiger Mountain have always been in a competitive relationship, they both want to overwhelm each other, they call me Ancestor Master on the surface, and they can’t wait for me to be ugly.”

While speaking, 2 people went to the top of the mountain. The current palace is Yuqing Palace. Guagua feels that the door might be divided and uncomfortable. He simply couldn’t get out of the porcelain bottle. Xiaobai cultivation base is too strong and affected by Feng Yin had no feeling, and walked beside Ye Shaoyang all the time.

In front of the Yuqing Palace, there is a large piece of vacant land made of bluestone slabs. More than 20 guys dressed in azure clothes and dressed as priests stood nearby. When they saw Ye Shaoyang, they huffed and fanned out in front of him, each and Everyone holds a peach sword, glare like a tiger watching his prey.

What’s this for?

Ye Shaoyang is looking for the person in charge. A middle-age person with a short body and a purple robe squeezed out from behind, stroking his black beard with his left hand, raising his right hand, 5 fingers moved towards Ye Shaoyang, with his middle finger stacked on the index finger. The above, meaning saluted, is generally used when people in Daomen meet. They are older than the other and have higher status than the other, but people who are not as good as themselves replace saluted. After all, in their own identity, it is not decent to kneel.

Although I haven’t seen him for a few years, Ye Shaoyang recognizes at a glance that he is the head of Dragon Tiger Mountain: Zhang Wusheng. It is one of the few Celestial Masters in the world.

“Martial Aunt Ye, I’ve met.” Zhang Wusheng said indifferently.

“Uncle Dwarf Melon, I’ve met again. My master is here. How is my big brother!” Xiaobai was loudly shouted to Zhang Wusheng.

Called Dwarf Winter Melon, Zhang Wusheng was very upset, but as a leader, he was not good at being angry with a little Banshee, so he rolled the eyes only when he didn’t hear them.

Ye Shaoyang raised his right hand in the face of Zhang Wusheng, bent his middle finger, clasped it on his thumb, and flicked it in response to his previous gestures of politeness.

This act means impoliteness in the Tao, but with a bit of contempt. Because the finger is easy to associate with sweeping the door, it is rarely used in practice. Ye Shaoyang is also scornful based on the attitude of the other party, so A Tooth For A Tooth.

“Celestial Master Zhang, what does this mean?” Ye Shaoyang said, pointing at the other priests who glare like a tiger watching his prey.

Zhang Wusheng faintly smiled, “these all are my disciple, recently they practiced a set of formulas called ‘Yin and Yang 6 combined array’, the formidable power is too large, my ethics is sparse, I have never been able to drill, just today Martial Aunt Ye, of course, you ca n’t miss this opportunity. Please enlighten me. These disciples are very good and easy to learn. Do n’t let them disappoint Martial Aunt Ye. ”

With that said, the right hand lifted and threw a peach sword to Ye Shaoyang. “They are all children of same sect. The sword has no eyes. It is better to use a peach sword.”

Dare to find yourself practicing. Ye Shaoyang had already guessed that going up the mountain today would inevitably cause some contradictions, but didn’t expect to hit as soon as he came up the mountain, and now smiled a little, let Xiao Bai wait on the side and walk forward.

The gang of priests gathered around immediately, set off their positions, and surrounded him.

Seeing this situation, Ye Shaoyang made an amazing move, index and middle fingers clamped the tip of the peach wood sword, twisted it hard, ka-cha, and the sword tip broke 3 inches!