Chapter 683: Gathering at the Top of the Mountain
Liang Yan stepped onto the top of Huangshi Mountain. The female cultivator behind him bowed respectfully to him and then left on her own in the shuttle.
The clouds and mist are steaming on the top of the mountain, and the cold is extremely heavy. If a mortal were here, they would not be able to hold even half a cup of tea.
But the people present at this time were all people with cultivation, and the spiritual power in their bodies just circulated a little, and the coldness faded away.
Liang Yan looked up and saw that many monks had gathered at the top of the mountain, including small sects such as the Huxin Sect and the Tianxiang Sect.
These people are all people who hold ordinary invitations and can only comprehend the Yellow Stone Heavenly Book, but are not qualified to participate in the Baiguo Banquet.
They arrived earlier than Liang Yan and others, but they could not comprehend it in advance. They could only be stopped outside and wait for the arrival of these people from Pingyang Valley.
Liang Yan took a quick glance and saw a little girl in the crowd with long, slightly curly hair and wearing red clothes. She was standing next to the leader of the Lake Heart Sect and looking at him.
This woman is Jia Ruoyan!
Liang Yan nodded slightly to her, and at the same time said secretly: "Don't forget what Dumb told you!"
"I know!" Jia Ruoyan's voice sounded helpless.
After all, this is the top of Huangshi Mountain, the forbidden area of the Zuoqiu family. Liang Yan was also afraid that Zuoqiu's family would set some restrictions here that he didn't know about, so he didn't dare to have much communication with Jia Ruoyan.
He just gave a few words of advice and explained some details, and then completely cut off contact with this woman.
Liang Yan withdrew his gaze and looked forward again, and found that there were many monks from the Zuoqiu family standing near the altar. Most of them were in the late stage of foundation building, but there were also three monks from the Juyuan Realm.
“It seems that the Zuoqiu family really attaches great importance to the Yellow Stone Heavenly Book, and they actually sent three Juyuan Realm monks here.”
Liang Yan secretly looked at it for a while and found that one of them he had seen before, it was Zuo Qiu Sheng who he had met in Linglong Tower.
While he was observing secretly, he suddenly heard several clear neighing sounds.
Immediately afterwards, five giant snow-white cranes flew from five directions below the top of the mountain. In just the blink of an eye, they were already hovering above everyone's heads.
"Hahaha! The five great sects are here. Zuoqiu Sheng is not far away to welcome us. Please forgive me!" Zuoqiu Sheng took the first step and said to the people on the crane.
At this time, a crane slowly lowered its head downwards. Its long snow-white neck was like a white jade ladder, going down from mid-air to the ground.
A dozen people on the crane's back walked down this neck. The first person was wearing a black robe and had a cold face. A scar on the bridge of his nose made this person's face even more ferocious, making people afraid to look directly at him.
"Goodbye, fellow Taoist from the East!" Zuo Qiu Sheng smiled broadly and bowed his hands to this man.
The black-robed monk just nodded slightly, as a return gift to Zuo Qiu Sheng, and at the same time said: "The Yellowstone event is held once a hundred years. I brought some juniors here today, which can be regarded as a promotion for them. Gain knowledge.”
Zuo Qiu Sheng seemed to be interested in this person. He knew his character very well, and he didn't take it seriously when he saw his indifferent look. He just waved to the people behind him and said, "Take the fellow Taoists from Huangjue Palace to the altar where they are!"
There was already someone beside him. The monks from the Zuoqiu family stepped forward to accept the order and left with the group of people from the Huangjue Palace.
Then another white crane bent its neck, and a group of people stepped down from the crane's back. They were all wearing uniform blue Taoist robes. The leader was a middle-aged Taoist nun. When she saw Zuo Qiu Sheng, she bowed her head and laughed at the same time. : "My two sects are about to get married soon, so let's not be too arrogant."
Zuoqiu Sheng laughed and said, "I heard what Taoist fellow Taoist said is true. After today, our two sects will become closer to each other. No matter what happens in the future, we will be in the same boat." "This is natural." The blue-robed Taoist nun smiled slightly, He led the dozen Qianyuan Holy Palace disciples behind him and walked towards the altar they were assigned to.
At this time, the remaining three white cranes lowered their long necks at the same time, and the remaining three monks of the Sect also slowly walked to the ground.
Liang Yan raised his eyes and saw that the leader of Piaomiao Valley was a man in Confucian clothes. Listening to the names Zuo Qiu Sheng and others called him, he seemed to be called Wan Yutang. This man was personable, chatting and laughing with the Zuoqiu family, and seemed to be quite close to them.
As for the leader of Yixing Pavilion, it is naturally Tang Diexian.
She is now the master of the pavilion. Although her cultivation level is slightly lower, she is still walking in the front, and closely behind her is Yan Xinyu, the master of Qin Dao.
Tang Diexian changed into palace clothes today, her black hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head, and her body was adorned with jewels, which were obviously carved from extremely precious materials.
She was originally very beautiful, but now with this exquisite outfit, she looks even more graceful and gorgeous.
Liang Yan saw her from a distance and couldn't take his eyes away anymore.
Seeing this woman talking and laughing with others, for some reason, his heart felt empty, and he felt a faint sense of loss.
While Tang Diexian was talking with the monks from the Zuoqiu family, he glanced towards the crowd and seemed to have spotted Liang Yan. But the two people's eyes only touched slightly, and Tang Diexian hurriedly looked away, never looking this way again.
Liang Yan felt like there was a huge boulder in his heart, and he was so worried.
He looked away and looked in another direction. What came down from the crane was his current sect, Yungang Sect!
The leader was wearing linen clothes and looked ordinary. Liang Yan thought to himself that if he remembered correctly, this person should be a senior fellow from Shihou Peak. He was in the late Juyuan realm. He was usually quite low-key, so Liang Yan didn't know much about him.
He didn't know why the sect would send such a senior brother to lead the team, but he was very familiar with the two monks behind him.
One of them is his fellow senior brother Tang Jun! For this man's marriage, Yu Xuanji had set up a bet with Yan Weixian of the Qianyuan Holy Palace, and had his disciples engage in a battle of wits.
But now it seems that the bet has not paid off in the end. Tang Jun's sweetheart Zhou Yun will still be forced to marry Huang Shigong's seventh son this time.
"Yixing Pavilion actually sent Tang Jun here. Could there be other meanings to this trip?"
Liang Yan was slightly curious, but he didn't think much about it and instead turned his attention to Another person beside Tang Jun.
It was a girl wearing an emerald green coat with two pigtails on her head.
"Li Xiaosong! I didn't expect that she would come too!"
When Liang Yan was ordered to go down the mountain, Li Xiaosong was in retreat at Guanyufeng, and the two had to separate. They didn't expect that this would happen in a blink of an eye. That's four years.
After four years of not seeing each other, Li Xiaosong’s cultivation has reached the ninth level of Qi training, and he is only one step away from building the foundation of the spiritual platform.
(End of this chapter)