Chapter 81 The True Person is Not Real
Those present are all well-known figures in the martial arts world of the southwest.
Shangguan Xiong, the invincible master of the Divine Fist Sect, Teng Yuxuan, the deputy master of the Moyuan Sect, and Xu Shaoqing, the young master of the Huanhai Pavilion...
Any one of them is of great importance.
This group of people gathered together, so naturally they didn't care much about Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, two youngsters they had never met before.
I'm just curious as to how these two juniors ended up here without any guidance from their teacher?
But it's not as simple as just running here.
Although Xuanji Thatched Hut is called a thatched hut, the space inside is actually quite large. Although the furnishings in the hall are simple, they are not shabby.
First, you should worship the statue of the Taoist ancestor, and burn incense and candles for a long time.
There are two rows of seats on both sides of the hall, with at least twenty chairs.
There were many chairs, but even more people. Some people even had nowhere to sit and could only stand in the hall, but one chair was left for Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.
When the "Xuanji Valley disciples" led Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun to sit down, the look in the eyes of everyone present when they looked at them suddenly changed again.
Although there may not be any sarcastic remarks, there is inevitably a bit more scrutiny.
Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun also seemed quite surprised.
Sitting there, I felt a little uncomfortable.
However, everyone present just glanced at them a few times and didn't pay much attention to them.
The seating arrangement was made by Xuanji Valley. If there was any impoliteness, it would be Xuanji Valley's problem. As guests, why would they care so much?
The conversation was mostly about the purpose of the Tibetan Master calling them here.
"What on earth is the mysterious old Taoist doing here? I have been in Xuanji Valley for more than half a month, but I still haven't seen the figure of this old Taoist."
"Hide your name, hide your name. This time, people are not hiding their names anymore. They are starting to hide their heads and show their tails."
"I was chasing that Thousand Mile Flying Pingke, and I was about to catch this thief, but then I received an invitation from the old Taoist priest, so I rushed here, but ended up eating vegetarian food every day, and my mouth is almost dry."
"If you ask me, it's Yu Liu Jianxin who understands. He just arrived yesterday... Hmm? Why haven't you seen him yet?"
As he was talking, a man arrived at the door.
The hall suddenly fell silent.
Everyone who was whispering just now fell silent.
The air seemed to become heavier.
Not for anything else, just because the person standing in front of the door at this moment is Yuliu Jianxin Liu Suifeng!
He held the sword in one hand and walked in confidently, then sat down at the upper left side, silent and motionless, as cool as the wind.
With the arrival of this person, there was no .
It was as if everyone's momentum had been suppressed by this person alone.
At this moment, Su Mo's eyes were attracted by the outside of the door. From the corner of his eye, he saw someone hurried away.
Su Mo looked at the figure from behind, but he didn't think he looked familiar. However... there was something tied to that person's back.
That thing was long and slung across the back, seven feet long...
"……No way?"
Su Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't have time to think too much because the Zangming Zhenren had arrived.
The old Taoist priest had obviously been "dressed up carefully" today, with even his hair neatly combed. He slowly walked in, surrounded by two little Taoist boys.
He paused in front of the host , turned around and said with a smile: "Everyone, it's been a long time since I came to my humble home. However, I have been busy with important matters recently, which is why I have been delayed for a long time. I hope you don't mind."
People have feelings when they meet.
Before I met Zangming Zhenren, people said all kinds of things.
Now that I see him, I calm down.
They immediately bowed their heads to express that they were not surprised, but they were just curious about what the Tibetan Master wanted to do by bringing such a big guy here?
"It's a long story."
The Tibetan Master sighed softly, "I mentioned in my invitation letter earlier that the new tea is ready, so today is a good time to invite everyone to discuss matters and drink tea."
After he finished speaking, disciples from Xuanji Valley immediately came forward and served tea to everyone.
Teng Yuxuan of the Moyuan Sect was already very fond of this art, and when he saw the tea was brought to him, he reached out and took a cup, gently skimmed the tea leaves on it, and immediately the aroma filled the air.
"I have been looking forward to the good tea of the Tibetan master for a long time."
After saying that, he wanted to drink tea.
"Wait a minute!"
Suddenly someone spoke.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who spoke was one of the youngsters who didn't fit in with the other two in the hall.
The person who spoke was Yang Xiaoyun.
"oh?"
Teng Yuxuan smiled and said, "My friend, is there anything wrong?"
He was not annoyed by Yang Xiaoyun's interruption, and his demeanor as a senior was fully displayed.
Apart from him, everyone present, even including Zangming Zhenren, also set their sights on Yang Xiaoyun.
However, the Tibetan master's eyes seemed to be smiling, but he did not speak.
"…There may be something wrong with this tea. It is better not to drink it."
Yang Xiaoyun didn't know what to say for a moment. He couldn't just say, "This tea is too hot."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Teng Yuxuan laughed loudly, no longer looking at Yang Xiaoyun, but looking at the Tibetan Master: "These two friends of the Master are quite interesting, but I don't know what's wrong with this tea?"
“I’m afraid I’ll have to ask them.”
Tibetan Master smiled and looked at Yang Xiaoyun: "Little girl, you said there is something wrong with this tea, why don't you say it clearly?"
"Do I need to explain the problem with the tea?"
Yang Xiaoyun looked at the Tibetan Master and said, "You should know it in detail."
"This is something that I am completely confused about."
The Tibetan Master shook his head gently: "Little girl, don't play dumb with me. If you have any questions, just tell me. Everyone here is your senior in the martial arts world. Even if you say something wrong, no one will blame you."
“…Okay, okay.”
Yang Xiaoyun laughed in anger: "The people of Youquan Sect are more upright than I thought."
"Youquan Cult?"
As soon as these three words were spoken, many people present suddenly changed their expressions.
Someone spoke in a cold voice: "Little girl, when you are in the martial arts world, what you say is like spilled water. You can't take it back after spilling it. Do you understand? What you said today is not just spilling water, but also throwing dirty water on the head of Zangming Zhenren. It's not too late to shut up now, don't talk nonsense and mislead others and yourself."
If someone else said this, it would be somewhat convincing, but the person who said this was the Master of the Palm, Beichen.
Yang Xiaoyun had long known that this person had been disguised by someone.
He immediately snorted coldly: "You evil heretic, let's see how long you can continue to be so rampant. As long as no one drinks your tea today, let's see what else you can do? Master Zangming, let's put aside the matter of this tea for now, let me ask you a question... Are you really Master Zangming?"
"Why is the little girl's speech becoming more and more confusing?"
"The Tibetan True Man is naturally the Tibetan True Man, how can he be fake?"
"Girl, you don't mean to say that this Tibetan real person is someone disguised as someone else, right?"
As soon as the words fell, everyone burst into laughter.
Yang Xiaoyun ignored them and said coldly: "Youquan Sect, two departments, three flags and six orders, the order of taking over the body is good at changing appearances. It is said that even the closest people sometimes find it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. I wonder if you seniors have heard of this?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent.
Some people couldn't help but look at the Tibetan Master, with a hint of vigilance in their eyes.
