Chapter 357 Wind Reverend

Mu Qingluan led Xiao Ling and several others to fly over the sky of Xingyun Pavilion, surrounded by rolling mountains and lush forests. The sun shone through the gaps in the clouds and sprinkled on them, forming beams of light, which made them feel warm.

Xiao Ling and his friends followed Mu Qingluan, sometimes passing over the mountains, sometimes passing through the clouds, feeling the unique charm of the mysterious space of Xingyun Pavilion.

Their eyes were attracted by the scenery below from time to time. Those exotic flowers and plants, rare birds and animals were all rare wonders in the outside world.

As the flight deepened, the buildings of Xingyun Pavilion gradually came into view. Those buildings were built on the mountain, with a staggered arrangement. There were both simple stone buildings and exquisite wooden pavilions. They were harmoniously integrated with the surrounding natural environment, showing a unique beauty.

Mu Qingluan led the way in front, while telling Xiao Ling and his friends about every bit of Xingyun Pavilion. Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a spring in the mountains, gurgling and refreshing.

Xiao Ling and his companions followed her and chatted with her. Perhaps it was because of Mu Qingluan's lively and cheerful personality, or perhaps it was because she was a disciple of Master Feng, Xiao Ling and his companions could not help but have a good impression of her, and their relationship became more harmonious without them realizing it.

After a period of travel, they arrived in front of Master Feng's residence. This is an ancient building located on the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

Mu Qingluan landed lightly on the platform in front of the residence, and her fighting wings were folded up. She turned to face Xiao Ling and his companions, smiled and made an invitation gesture: "We are here, Master Xiao Ling, everyone, please follow me."

Xiao Ling and his companions followed closely and landed on the platform one after another. Their eyes were attracted by this residence, and they saw that its architectural style was simple and solemn, revealing a calmness that had been precipitated over the years.

In front of the door of the residence, there are some strange runes carved, which seem to contain some mysterious power.

Seeing that they are interested in the residence, Mu Qingluan smiled and explained: "These runes were carved by my master himself. They can not only protect the residence from external intrusions, but also regulate the surrounding environment, making it spring-like and pleasant all year round."

"It can be seen that Master Feng Xian is also quite accomplished in formations." Xiao Ling looked around and said with a smile.

"That's just a little hobby of Master, not a big achievement." Mu Qingluan smiled modestly, saying lightly, but the pride in his eyes was hard to hide.

Then, Mu Qingluan turned to Xiao Ling and the others and said, "Please wait here for a while. I will go in and inform Master first, so as not to appear abrupt by a sudden visit."

Xiao Ling nodded slightly, expressing his understanding. We have to let Master Feng figure out the situation first. If we just come to the door, it will be a bit embarrassing, right?

Mu Qingluan smiled lightly, turned around and walked into the residence of Feng Zunzhe, leaving Xiao Ling and others outside the door. The door of the residence slowly closed, isolating the outside noise.

Xiao Ling and his companions found a stone table outside the residence and sat down and began to chat. The stone table was located next to a verdant bamboo forest. The bamboo leaves swayed gently in the wind, making a rustling sound, giving people a sense of tranquility.

"I don't know what kind of person Master's old friend Feng Zunzhe is. I heard from Master before that Feng Zunzhe is more than a hundred years old. Could he be a hunchbacked old man?"

Qinglin tapped her chin lightly with her slender fingers, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Haha, that's not necessarily true. I've heard people say before that Feng Zunzhe is handsome and extraordinary, but he is a famous handsome man in Zhongzhou." Xiao Ling smiled lightly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

"Haha, that's true." Yao Chen's voice was filled with a hint of laughter, as if he was recalling the glory of the past. "Feng Xian is indeed a handsome man, but compared to me back then, he is still a long way behind."

There was a hint of pride in Yao Chen's words. Back then, he was the prince charming in the hearts of countless women in Zhongzhou, and many proud girls admired him and took the initiative to express their love.

If Yao Chen had not devoted all his attention to training Han Feng, his apprentice, at that time, he might not have remained single.

For this reason, Yao Chen cut off contact with Qing Xianzi, who had fallen in love with him, and even when Xuan Yi lowered herself to confess to him, he refused after a little hesitation.

"Speaking of which, when we meet Feng Xian later, let's not mention me first. I want to give him an unexpected surprise." Yao Chen smiled lightly and touched his beard.

"No problem, Yao Lao, I understand what you mean, I will do as you say when the time comes..." Xiao Ling nodded in agreement, with a hint of relaxed smile in his tone.

As the few people chatted casually, time passed unknowingly. About five minutes later, Mu Qingluan's figure appeared at the door of the residence again.

Mu Qingluan smiled faintly and said to Xiao Ling and his party: "Master invites you, Master Xiao Ling, everyone, please follow me."

She immediately made a gesture of invitation, and then led the way in front to lead the way for Xiao Ling and his party.

"Thank you, Miss Qingluan..."

Xiao Ling and his party also stopped talking, nodded, and stood up, following Mu Qingluan's steps.

After passing through the gate, Xiao Ling and his companions followed Mu Qingluan's steps and passed through several winding corridors. On both sides of these corridors, various flowers and plants were carefully planted. They swayed gently in the breeze, and the faint fragrance of flowers permeated the air, making people feel a sense of tranquility and comfort.

At the end of the corridor, an exquisite wooden attic came into view. The windows of the attic were slightly open. Through these windows, you can glimpse the quaint and elegant interior decoration. Every piece of furnishing reveals a sense of beauty that has been accumulated over the years.

Mu Qingluan stopped in front of the attic, turned around and said to Xiao Ling and his companions easily: "Master is inside, let's go in." After that, Mu Qingluan gently opened the door, stepped aside to let Xiao Ling and his companions go in first, and followed Xiao Ling and his companions.

Seeing this, Xiao Ling and his companions did not hesitate and stepped into the attic first.

As they stepped into the wooden attic, a faint scent of vanilla came towards them, as if some unknown fragrance was swaying gently in the air.

The layout of the house is simple yet elegant. The wooden furniture exudes the fragrance of years. There are several quaint calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, exuding a sense of tranquility and far-reaching atmosphere, which makes people slow down their pace involuntarily, for fear of disturbing this tranquility.

Looking into the attic, you can see a man sitting leisurely on an antique wooden chair. He is wearing a gorgeous blue robe with intricate patterns embroidered on the robe, like the bright stars in the night sky, exuding a mysterious and charming luster.

His silver hair is as smooth as silk, naturally falling to his shoulders, swaying gently with the breeze, revealing an unruly demeanor.

Although the man's face looks only 27 or 28 years old, with clear contours, fair skin, and handsome appearance, people may mistake him for a young nobleman at first glance.

However, his eyes reveal a depth and wisdom that is inconsistent with his appearance, as if he can see through people's hearts, making people immediately realize that his actual age is much more mature than he looks.

When Master Feng saw Xiao Ling and the others step into the attic, he stood up with a gentle smile on his face. His voice was magnetic, like a spring breeze, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze:

"Welcome everyone, my name is Gu Ling, but everyone is more accustomed to calling me Master Feng. If you don't mind, just call me Old Feng."

"I heard before that a young and talented young demon has appeared in Zhongzhou recently. Not only is he highly skilled, he has reached the high-level Dou Zong at a young age, and can also refine the eighth-grade four-color elixir. Seeing him today, it is indeed well-deserved. Master Xiao Ling is really talented. You deserve the title of "Zhongzhou's No. 1 Prodigy."

"Master Feng is too kind. I am just lucky and have encountered some rare opportunities. Zhongzhou is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. My achievements are far from being the "No. 1 Prodigy."

Xiao Ling smiled slightly. His attitude was neither ostentatious nor humble, and he showed his demeanor just right.

In the gap between the two people's conversation, Master Feng's eyes inadvertently swept over Xiao Ling and the others. Just as Mu Qingluan had described before, these four were at least Dou Zong level masters, and the old man in red robes exuded the aura of a Dou Zun master, even stronger than Feng Zun himself.

What surprised Feng Zun even more was that this red-robed Dou Zun master didn't seem to be well-known in Zhongzhou. He had never heard of it before, nor had he seen it before.

Whether it was Xiao Ling, the three Dou Zong masters who seemed a little too young, or the Dou Zun master he had never seen before, all made Feng Zun's heartstrings tense. Although he had been prepared for a long time, he still felt a wave in his heart when he saw it with his own eyes.

"This strange Dou Zun strongman should be the guard hired by Xiao Ling. The appeal of this eighth-grade alchemist is really extraordinary. I don't know why Xiao Ling came to Xingyun Pavilion this time. But I heard that he had a conflict with the Soul Palace before, so he shouldn't be here to cause trouble."

"Alas, if that old guy Yao Chen hadn't had that kind of thing back then, it would have been great. If Xingyun Pavilion had him, an eighth-grade peak alchemist, sitting in charge, I wouldn't have to be so cautious and cautious for so many years."

Although he thought so in his heart, Feng Zun had a relaxed and easy-going smile on his face. He laughed and said to Xiao Ling: "Master Xiao Ling, you are too modest. But I like your straightforward personality. Come on, everyone, don't stand, please sit down."

While smiling, Feng Zun waved his hand enthusiastically to signal Xiao Ling and others to sit down, and then he sat back on his wooden chair first, with a calm posture.

Xiao Ling and his friends also smiled and nodded, sitting down on the other side of the table with ease, as if they were back home, without any restraint.

As the relaxed chat gradually unfolded, Xiao Ling also introduced Xiao Yixian, Qinglin and Tianhuo Zunzun to Feng Zunzun. Their topics ranged from comparisons between the younger generation to some strange stories in Zhongzhou. The atmosphere between them became more and more harmonious without them realizing it, and the two sides gradually became familiar with each other.

Feng Zunzun saw that Xiao Ling and his friends were easy-going and not at all artificial, so he gradually relaxed and the smile on his face became more sincere.

During the conversation, Feng Zunzun was also thinking secretly in his heart, observing Xiao Ling's behavior, and he found that Xiao Ling seemed to have a good impression of Xingyun Pavilion.

He had heard that Xiao Ling had not joined any forces before, and even rejected Danta's invitation. If Xiao Ling could be invited to join Xingyun Pavilion, it would certainly be the best thing.

Even if it doesn't work, it can at least keep him on good terms with Xingyun Pavilion, which is definitely a good thing with no harm to Xingyun Pavilion.

Mu Qingluan next to him was busy refilling tea and water for several people during the conversation, his movements were light and elegant.

When she saw that Xiao Ling, a peer of his age, could talk to her master so easily, she couldn't help but look at Xiao Ling with admiration and secretly admired him.

Although Xiao Ling is young, his strength has far surpassed those so-called young talents, so much so that when people first see him, it is difficult to classify him as a younger generation.

When the atmosphere was just right, Xiao Ling broke the relaxed chat with a chuckle and got straight to the point: "Speaking of which, I came here this time because I actually have good news to share with Mr. Feng."

Master Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a curious expression, with a hint of expectation in his tone: "Oh? You have good news to tell me? Then I have to listen carefully."

As soon as Master Feng finished speaking, Xiao Ling across from him just smiled softly and did not answer the question in a hurry. This made Master Feng feel a little confused, and he didn't understand what kind of medicine Xiao Ling was selling in the gourd.

However, at this moment, a very familiar voice suddenly reached his ears, causing his pupils to shrink slightly and his heartbeat to skip half a beat...

"Haha, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you're still the same. You haven't changed at all. It seems that you haven't improved much since you left me..." There was a hint of joking in the voice, but it was also full of emotion.

When Master Feng hurriedly turned his gaze to the direction from which the sound came, he saw the dark ring on Master Skyfire's finger tremble slightly, and an illusory figure slowly floated out from it.

It was a figure that was both familiar and strange to him. Familiar because the face had long been deeply engraved in his memory, strange because the figure was no longer the handsome and unrestrained figure it once was, but had become a lonely soul in the wild. ghost.

Master Feng's eyes were locked on that figure, and he was stunned for a moment. His hand unconsciously exerted force due to excitement, and the delicate tea cup instantly turned into powder in his palm. Hot tea splashed into his palm, but he seemed to be completely unaware.

His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and trembling. After trying several times to speak, he finally said those two words in an almost choked voice: "Medicine...dust..."

When the name "Yao Chen" came out of Master Feng's mouth, Mu Qingluan, who was still listening to Xiao Ling's chat with great interest, was suddenly stunned.

She repeated the name weakly in her mouth, "Yao Chen, Yao Chen, the master of Xingyun Pavilion... Yao Chen!"

Speaking of this, there was already a hint of surprise in her voice.

Immediately, Mu Qingluan's eyes turned to Yao Chen's soul body, and she suddenly discovered that Yao Chen's appearance was exactly the same as the portrait of the ancestor in the sect.

Her heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, and she felt a surge of excitement in her heart: "Is this the Yao Chen who was famous in Zhongzhou Continent back then? It seems that the rise of Xingyun Pavilion is just around the corner."

Although Yao Chen is already a strong man of the older generation, the legendary stories he left in Zhongzhou are still talked about even after he disappeared many years ago. Although there are rumors that he has passed away, Yao Chen's name is still loud and recognizable in Zhongzhou.

As a disciple of Yao Chen's best friend Feng Zunzhe, Mu Qingluan heard about Yao Chen's deeds from Feng Zunzhe countless times. She naturally knew something about the legend of Yaochen, and she couldn't help but feel extremely excited.

However, what puzzled Mu Qingluan was that the Yao Zun in front of him didn't seem to be in good condition. Whether he could return to his former peak was still unknown. She looked at Yaochen with both expectation and worry in her heart.

Yao Chen was not affected by Mu Qingluan's surprise. He just showed a faint smile to Master Feng, but there was still a hint of emotion in his eyes that was not easy to detect.

Compared with Zun Feng's complicated expression, Yao Chen seemed relatively calm. After all, he had already been mentally prepared for this reunion. Zun Feng, on the other hand, saw Yao Chen without any preparation, and his reaction was naturally much more intense.

However, even though Yao Chen was mentally prepared, facing his close friend whom he had not seen for many years, he was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.

"Oh, that's enough. We are already at this age, so don't lose your composure in front of young people." Yao Chen sighed, shook his head, and said to Master Feng with a relaxed smile, "As for what you have If you want to ask, let’s talk privately and I will tell you everything that happened over the years.”

Hearing Yao Chen's words, Master Feng nodded subconsciously. The expression on his face gradually changed from shock to relief, and then he showed a faint smile. This smile was different from the polite smile when he first faced Xiao Ling. It was a true joy from the heart.

"Haha, old guy... you are right, I have lost my composure." There was a hint of self-mockery in Lord Feng's voice, but more of it was a sense of relief, "No matter what, as long as you are alive, As long as you are still alive..."

Immediately, Master Feng turned his head and said to Mu Qingluan: "Qingluan, don't be stunned, come and see the real master of Xingyun Pavilion. This is Master Yao Chen who was famous in the mainland back then. ”

Mu Qingluan was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and bowed respectfully: "Qingluan has met the Pavilion Master."

Yao Chen looked at Mu Qingluan's respectful appearance, shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "You old man, you really want to take revenge on me, you want to embarrass me in front of the younger generation..."