"It turns out that this person is Yasheng Canglong!"

Liang Yan remained calm as he followed Lu Qinghe and looked at Canglong secretly. He saw that the old Taoist's whole body was covered with a Yimu aura, like a piece of dead wood. It was difficult to tell the depth, but it felt extremely mysterious.

"Junior Brother Lu is always so polite!"

Cang Long seemed a little displeased and sighed: "Why do we have these common etiquettes between you and me, brothers?"

"Senior brother, you are the leader. According to the rules, I must salute you."

"Junior brother is joking. The leader is missing. I am just the acting leader now. There is no need to be so solemn."

"The acting head is also the head!"

Lu Qinghe insisted: "The sect cannot be without a leader for a day. If your senior brother takes on the responsibility of being the leader, you should enjoy the status of the leader. This is not only related to your personal reputation, but also to the reputation of our Wuzhuang Mountain, especially today.

, Taoist friends from all over the world gather here, and we should not lose etiquette."

Seeing his serious expression, Cang Long couldn't help but shook his head and said with a smile: "You, you, you still have such a rigid temper. I really wonder if you are the reincarnation of a Confucian who was reincarnated into our Taoism!"

Even so, Cang Long did not refute any more and led everyone into the Bihaiyun Palace.

The palace is suspended above the sea of ​​clouds, and there are fourteen cloud platforms arranged in it. There is a white jade fairy table on the cloud platform, and the table is filled with fine wine, jade liquid and fairy fruit delicacies.

Among them, thirteen cloud platforms float on both sides of the palace, and one cloud platform falls behind. The color of this cloud platform is unique, it is the color of emerald, and it should be the main position from the perspective of the position.

Canglong smiled slightly, then flashed and landed on the emerald cloud platform, sitting cross-legged in front of the immortal table.

"The banquet will begin soon. Junior Brother Lu, please come and join us."

"good."

Lu Qinghe nodded and landed on a cloud platform near Canglong with his three apprentices.

He sat down in front of Bai Yuxian's table, but Liang Yan and others, as disciples, naturally couldn't sit down.

Liang Yan, Xiong Ba, and Xiang Qin stood with their hands down, standing behind Lu Qinghe. Although they were respectful on the surface, I am afraid only they themselves know what they are thinking secretly...

Canglong and Lu Qinghe had just taken their seats when a loud voice sounded outside. It was a disciple of Wuzhuang Mountain. He shouted outside the door: "Changliu Mountain, Wuchen layman came to congratulate you and gave you four taels of 'Taibai Xuanjin' in five colors."

One Rui Yunzhi and three Longmu ginseng."

Before he finished speaking, the breeze blew through the hall, and a young man appeared in front of everyone without any warning.

This man was wearing a green gown and was of medium height. Although his appearance was not handsome, his temperament was gentle and elegant. He always had a peaceful smile on his face, which made people fall in love with him at a glance.

When Liang Yan saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly.

You must know that although he does not have the cultivation level to overcome two disasters, he does have the strength to overcome two disasters. It is impossible for ordinary people to appear in front of him silently, but this person in front of him did it.

"Sure enough, even monks who have reached this level will not be weak in their magical powers. There are dragons and tigers hiding here, so I have to be careful."

Liang Yan secretly sounded the alarm in his heart, but the man in the hall was smiling.

He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Canglong, I've been here at Wuzhuang Mountain for several days, and I didn't see you until today. You are indeed very majestic!"

"Fellow Taoist Wuchen is very grateful."

The old Taoist Canglong stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I heard that Taoist monks lived in seclusion in the mountains and created a self-made technique called the "Without Heart Sutra".

It’s unpredictable. When I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation!”

"Hahaha!"

Wuchen layman laughed a few times, waved his hands and said: "Thank you for your praise, fellow Taoist. Ji is just a casual cultivator, how can he know the wonders of the Tao? Wuzhuang Mountain is an authentic Taoist sect with outstanding people. It is a holy place in the hearts of Taoists all over the world. Ji today
Chapter completed!