Tomb of the Living Dead in Zhongnan Mountain.
Zhang Sanfeng clasped his fists at the ancient tomb door with a respectful look on his face, "Zhang Sanfeng, please pay your respects to Master Yang."
Master Yang? Yang Guo! He is not dead!
real or fake?
So that means the little dragon girl is also alive?
Lu Qingyun felt that his head was a little confused. It would be nice if he had a puff of cigarette to calm his mood.
Taking a deep breath, he stared at the tomb door tightly.
After a while, the tomb door opened.
A girl who was sixteen or seventeen years old and wearing a yellow dress walked out.
Her hair is black, her complexion is snow-white, and her big eyes are really beautiful.
"Are you Zhang Sanfeng and Master Zhang?" Huangshan girl looked at him curiously.
"Exactly, Miss Yaoqin may have forgotten me." Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face.
Yang Yaoqin's eyes showed doubts.
She has never left Zhongnan Mountain and has met only a handful of people. Why is this veteran so familiar with her?
"I came here for a drink when you were one month old. You're sixteen this year."
Lu Qingyun's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Yang Guo is definitely older than Zhang Sanfeng, and Xiao Longnu is older than Yang Guo.
How healthy must one be to give birth to a child at the age of over a hundred years old?
If he can learn this technique, his happiness index will definitely be overwhelming in the future!
"You brat, why don't you come over and meet your sister Yang?"
Lu Qingyun was a little dissatisfied. They were both sixteen years old, so why should she call her sister.
Zhang Sanfeng slapped him in the face, "You brat can't understand!"
Lu Qingyun staggered as he was slapped, causing Yang Yaoqin to chuckle.
"There are no years in the mountains, sixteen years flash by."
A middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples and a broken arm came out.
"Yang Daxia is still as charming as ever, but Xiaodao has aged terribly."
"When bad guests come, trouble comes too." Yang Guo smiled faintly.
Zhang Sanfeng felt a little unnatural, but fortunately he was thick-skinned enough and laughed at himself: "Coming to the trail uninvited is indeed suspected of being a bad visitor."
"Qin'er, take Brother Lu for a ride."
"Okay, dad." Yang Yaoqin waved.
"The little Taoist priest can speak now."
Yang Guo looked away from Lu Qingyun.
"Xiao Dao wants to lead his disciples to the Vajra Gate in the Western Regions to seek revenge, and wants to entrust Qingyun to Yang Daxia to teach him."
Zhang Sanfeng didn't hide anything and told the truth.
"That kid has already reached the first level. What else does he need from me to teach him? I'm afraid he is not thinking about my ancient tomb sect's skills."
Yang Guo exposed Zhang Sanfeng's thoughts.
"Brother Yang has wronged me. You and I are both hundred years old, and we might just kick off our feet one day and die. The world's secrets and techniques are not as important to you and me as our relatives."
"Qingyun, this child, has top-notch intelligence and talent, but it was somewhat buried in Wudang. Only by sending him to Brother Yang can he grow up."
Yang Guo smiled and asked: "I'm not good at all, why should I teach him?"
"Miss Yang is not young anymore. What do you think of Qingyun, Master Yang?" Zhang Sanfeng had a wicked smile on his face.
"You little Taoist priest is so naughty. Not only do you plot against me, you also plot against my daughter."
Today, there is nothing in the world that he can care about.
Yang Yaoqin was the only one he couldn't worry about.
"Miss Yang is in her prime, how can she guard this lifeless ancient tomb.
If Qingyun and Miss Yang could get married, they would be as envied by others as Brother Yang and Miss Long. "
Zhang Sanfeng is gambling.
Gambling Yang Guo also didn't want his daughter to stay in the ancient tomb for the rest of her life and endure the loneliness and loneliness that ordinary people couldn't bear.
Zhang Sanfeng found a stone and sat down, took off the wine gourd from his waist and drank.
“What a delicious wine.”
Yang Guo sniffed hard and said, "You little Taoist priest, you brought good wine and just drank it yourself."
Zhang Sanfeng handed over the wine gourd and said, "Your future son-in-law brewed a peerless wine."
Yang Guo took the wine gourd and took a sip to savor it. It was indeed a rare strong wine in the world.
"What's the name of this wine?"
"Liuliangye."
"Drink this wine and you agree."
Zhang Sanfeng had a sly smile on his face.
"Get out of here." Yang Guo scolded with a smile.
"Okay, dear, little old man, please go back to Wudang Mountain."
Zhang Sanfeng seemed to be eighty years younger, running away with a vigorous posture.
Yang Guo shook his head helplessly. He is already a hundred years old, but he is still such a rogue.
However, he had no objection to the marriage.
He believed in Zhang Sanfeng's character, and there was definitely no problem with Lu Qingyun's character.
Yang Yaoqin married him, which was considered a perfect match.
At this time, Lu Qingyun didn't know that Zhang Sanfeng had sold him.
He was following Yang Yaoqin to the Chongyang Palace of Quanzhen Sect.
Looking at the dilapidated main hall, Lu Qingyun showed an incredible expression.
“I heard from dad that the heroes of the Quanzhen Sect have always been on the front line against the aliens and have become a thorn in the side of the Mongols.
The Mongols attacked the Chongyang Palace many times, and finally the Quanzhen Sect had to abandon the Chongyang Palace and evacuate. "
"Chongyang Palace has become what it is today."
Yang Yaoqin's face showed a look of pity.
Lu Qingyun knows.
There has been no top figure in the Quanzhen Sect since Qiu Chuji, but this does not hinder his respect for the Quanzhen Sect and Taoism.
Whenever there was a disaster in China in the past life, the elites of the Taoist sect would go down the mountain to contribute their strength, even if they died!
After adjusting his clothes, he bowed respectfully towards the damaged hall with a feeling of reverence in his heart.
"Wudang Sect disciple Lu Qingyun pays homage to the predecessors and martyrs of Quanzhen Sect."
Yang Yaoqin was a little surprised. She didn't expect Lu Qingyun to be so respectful to the Quanzhen Sect.
Yang Guo, who was standing on the top of a tree outside the Chongyang Palace, couldn't help but nodded.
"Qin'er, Qingyun, have returned to the ancient tomb."
Yang Guo's figure flashed and disappeared into the forest.
"Dad called us, let's go."
The entrance to the ancient tomb.
Yang Guo stood at the end of his pen, his sleeve with one arm missing fluttering in the wind.
Lu Qingyun opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to call him.
Yang Guo is senior to Tai Shifu, so what should he be called?
Is it possible to call him ancestor?
Yang Guo laughed and saw his embarrassment, "Just call me uncle."
"Okay, uncle."
Lu Qingyun was so happy that he agreed.
"Your master will hand you over to me, so you must be mentally prepared."
Lu Qingyun smiled and nodded.
He was thinking about whether Yang Guo would get angry and beat him if he practiced one day and three days off.
"You can practice Kung Fu first and show me."
Lu Qingyun nodded.
I got into a good posture and practiced Wudang Changquan, Wudang Palm, and Wudang Swordsmanship.
"You practice Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, right?"
"Yes, uncle."
"Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu evolved from the Nine Yang Manual, so it's not bad."
"But Wudang Changquan and Mianzhang are really rubbish. They can't bring out the strong pure Yang Qi in your body at all."
Yang Guo sharply pointed out the pros and cons of Wudang Kung Fu.
He didn't care that Lu Qingyun heard his complaints about Wudang Changquan and Mianzhang.
"Do you want to learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"
