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Chapter 1325
chapter 0551 part 2
The Middle-Aged Scholar looked up and down at this uninvited guest. The newcomer wore a green gauze headband, with two ribbons floating behind his head like double leaves. He held a folding fan in his hand, looking completely like a Taoist Priest living in seclusion in the Mountain Forest.
However, the Middle-Aged Scholar knew deeply that anyone who could conceal themselves from him and Qinglong and approach within ten steps was certainly no ordinary person. So he cupped his fists and said, "May I ask, Mister, is there something?"
The Young Taoist Priest smiled and used the folding fan to point at the blood cloud in the Sky, "I came for her! The view here is wide. You don't mind one more person, right?"
The White-faced Scholar's vision casually fell on the folding fan in the Young Taoist Priest's hand. Initially, his face was solemn, but his eyes still held some casualness. But gradually, he seemed to have seen something, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
Before the Middle-Aged Scholar could speak, the White-faced Scholar beside him, whose complexion was deathly pale and even a bit green, quickly shook his head, "Not at all, not at all. This Barren Mountain is unclaimed land. Please, Mister, please!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar looked suspiciously at the White-faced Scholar, but found that Qinglong was somewhat nervous, not daring to breathe heavily as he looked at the Young Taoist Priest.
The Middle-Aged Scholar's heart skipped a beat. The Qinglong he knew wasn't as easy to talk to as he appeared. As the Head of the Sacred Sect's Four Great Protectors, Qinglong's cultivation base was outstanding even among the older generation. Although he spoke gently, he always acted very domineeringly.
He knew deeply that Qinglong must have discovered something, so he also nodded towards the Young Taoist Priest with a smile, "Please, Mister!"
The Young Taoist Priest smiled and nodded in response, "Then I'll trouble you!"
The Young Taoist Priest walked beside the two, covering his forehead with the folding fan in his hand, and looked at the blood cloud in the Sky.
The three of them stood on the Mountain Peak like this, quietly watching that blood cloud in the Sky constantly expanding, speechless for a moment.
"Brother Wan, don't you still have matters at home? Don't let your sister-in-law wait too long. Let's go back first!" Time flowed bit by bit. The White-faced Scholar seemed somewhat restless and turned his head to say to the Middle-Aged Scholar.
Hearing the White-faced Scholar mention his wife, the Middle-Aged Scholar's face instantly became gloomy. His face twisted as he looked at the White-faced Scholar, only to see the White-faced Scholar frantically giving him a look.
"Okay!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar's complexion changed, and he was about to turn around and leave with the White-faced Scholar.
"You two are leaving? Did I perhaps interrupt your enjoyment?" The Young Taoist Priest said in surprise.
The Middle-Aged Scholar's heart skipped a beat. He knew that since Qinglong could subtly remind him, it must be related to this Young Taoist Priest in front of him. He forced himself to be calm and said with a smile, "Not at all, I just have matters at home that I must go back and handle. I cannot let my wife and child wait at home in vain!"
The Young Taoist Priest opened the folding fan in his hand with a swish, waving the fan with a doubtful expression, "Did Mister remarry?" The Middle-Aged Scholar's face instantly twisted. He forcibly suppressed the urge to kill this Taoist Priest in front of him with a single palm, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "We've never met before, why does this Mister insult me?"
"Don't misunderstand!" The Young Taoist Priest waved the folding fan. A thousand peaks stood on the fan surface, ape figures moved through the green mountains, and birds and immortal cranes gathered in flocks.
"My humble self is named Tang, single name Song. I slightly understand the Art of Divination! Looking at your appearance, it is the appearance of loneliness and loss. Although you have a wife and a daughter, they have already passed away prematurely. I thought Mister had remarried!"
When the Middle-Aged Scholar heard the Taoist Priest's words, his complexion changed. First, he muttered, "Tang Song!" He recalled in his mind. This name was truly unfamiliar; he had never heard this name among the Righteous and Evil Paths.
He couldn't help but look at the face of this person named Tang Song. Aside from that face being truly too handsome, he couldn't see anything else at all.
The White-faced Scholar beside him, looking at the fan surface that was different from what he imagined, also felt some doubt. "Excuse me for asking one more question, may I ask if Mister Tang is perhaps a cultivator?"
"I have cultivated for a period of time. Aren't you two as well?" The Young Taoist Priest smiled slightly, "May I ask for your names?"
The Middle-Aged Scholar seemed to have been poked in a sore spot by Tang Song and didn't want to interact with him much.
The White-faced Scholar cupped his fists and said, "My surname is Long, Long Xing! This is my friend, surnamed Wan, Wanrenwang!"
"Long Xing, Wanrenwang, good names!" Tang Song smiled and looked at the gloomy-faced Wanrenwang, "My apologies, Brother Wan, my divination is not precise. Brother Wan should just take it as me speaking nonsense and don't take it to heart!"
Wanrenwang took a deep breath and adjusted the expression on his face, "Not at all, Mister Tang's Art of Divination is indeed formidable. I did lose my wife in my early years, and my daughter also left me!"
Tang Song looked at this Middle-Aged Man whose face once again wore a smile and couldn't help but praise this person's deep thoughts.
Compared to those reckless, schemeless protagonists who charge around relying on a bit of luck and opportunity, he still preferred these villains.
They are scheming, have ideals, and have courage! They dare to think, dare to fight, and dare to act!
He plotted for the Fulong Cauldron for decades, and once it was determined that the matter couldn't be done, he immediately let go.
"Brother Wan, don't be sad. The Great Dao is Fifty, Heavenly Dao is Forty-Nine, One is Escaped by Man. I see from Brother Wan's appearance that he is Living Towards Death. Although Brother Wan's wife and daughter suffered a premature death, it is not impossible for them to be Revived from Death!"
Crack!
The Middle-Aged Scholar looked up and down at this uninvited guest. The newcomer wore a green gauze headband, with two ribbons floating behind his head like double leaves. He held a folding fan in his hand, looking completely like a Taoist Priest living in seclusion in the Mountain Forest.
However, the Middle-Aged Scholar knew deeply that anyone who could conceal themselves from him and Qinglong and approach within ten steps was certainly no ordinary person. So he cupped his fists and said, "May I ask, Mister, is there something?"
The Young Taoist Priest smiled and used the folding fan to point at the blood cloud in the Sky, "I came for her! The view here is wide. You don't mind one more person, right?"
The White-faced Scholar's vision casually fell on the folding fan in the Young Taoist Priest's hand. Initially, his face was solemn, but his eyes still held some casualness. But gradually, he seemed to have seen something, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
Before the Middle-Aged Scholar could speak, the White-faced Scholar beside him, whose complexion was deathly pale and even a bit green, quickly shook his head, "Not at all, not at all. This Barren Mountain is unclaimed land. Please, Mister, please!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar looked suspiciously at the White-faced Scholar, but found that Qinglong was somewhat nervous, not daring to breathe heavily as he looked at the Young Taoist Priest.
The Middle-Aged Scholar's heart skipped a beat. The Qinglong he knew wasn't as easy to talk to as he appeared. As the Head of the Sacred Sect's Four Great Protectors, Qinglong's cultivation base was outstanding even among the older generation. Although he spoke gently, he always acted very domineeringly.
He knew deeply that Qinglong must have discovered something, so he also nodded towards the Young Taoist Priest with a smile, "Please, Mister!"
The Young Taoist Priest smiled and nodded in response, "Then I'll trouble you!"
The Young Taoist Priest walked beside the two, covering his forehead with the folding fan in his hand, and looked at the blood cloud in the Sky.
The three of them stood on the Mountain Peak like this, quietly watching that blood cloud in the Sky constantly expanding, speechless for a moment.
"Brother Wan, don't you still have matters at home? Don't let your sister-in-law wait too long. Let's go back first!" Time flowed bit by bit. The White-faced Scholar seemed somewhat restless and turned his head to say to the Middle-Aged Scholar.
Hearing the White-faced Scholar mention his wife, the Middle-Aged Scholar's face instantly became gloomy. His face twisted as he looked at the White-faced Scholar, only to see the White-faced Scholar frantically giving him a look.
"Okay!"
The Middle-Aged Scholar's complexion changed, and he was about to turn around and leave with the White-faced Scholar.
"You two are leaving? Did I perhaps interrupt your enjoyment?" The Young Taoist Priest said in surprise.
The Middle-Aged Scholar's heart skipped a beat. He knew that since Qinglong could subtly remind him, it must be related to this Young Taoist Priest in front of him. He forced himself to be calm and said with a smile, "Not at all, I just have matters at home that I must go back and handle. I cannot let my wife and child wait at home in vain!"
The Young Taoist Priest opened the folding fan in his hand with a swish, waving the fan with a doubtful expression, "Did Mister remarry?" The Middle-Aged Scholar's face instantly twisted. He forcibly suppressed the urge to kill this Taoist Priest in front of him with a single palm, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "We've never met before, why does this Mister insult me?"
"Don't misunderstand!" The Young Taoist Priest waved the folding fan. A thousand peaks stood on the fan surface, ape figures moved through the green mountains, and birds and immortal cranes gathered in flocks.
"My humble self is named Tang, single name Song. I slightly understand the Art of Divination! Looking at your appearance, it is the appearance of loneliness and loss. Although you have a wife and a daughter, they have already passed away prematurely. I thought Mister had remarried!"
When the Middle-Aged Scholar heard the Taoist Priest's words, his complexion changed. First, he muttered, "Tang Song!" He recalled in his mind. This name was truly unfamiliar; he had never heard this name among the Righteous and Evil Paths.
He couldn't help but look at the face of this person named Tang Song. Aside from that face being truly too handsome, he couldn't see anything else at all.
The White-faced Scholar beside him, looking at the fan surface that was different from what he imagined, also felt some doubt. "Excuse me for asking one more question, may I ask if Mister Tang is perhaps a cultivator?"
"I have cultivated for a period of time. Aren't you two as well?" The Young Taoist Priest smiled slightly, "May I ask for your names?"
The Middle-Aged Scholar seemed to have been poked in a sore spot by Tang Song and didn't want to interact with him much.
The White-faced Scholar cupped his fists and said, "My surname is Long, Long Xing! This is my friend, surnamed Wan, Wanrenwang!"
"Long Xing, Wanrenwang, good names!" Tang Song smiled and looked at the gloomy-faced Wanrenwang, "My apologies, Brother Wan, my divination is not precise. Brother Wan should just take it as me speaking nonsense and don't take it to heart!"
Wanrenwang took a deep breath and adjusted the expression on his face, "Not at all, Mister Tang's Art of Divination is indeed formidable. I did lose my wife in my early years, and my daughter also left me!"
Tang Song looked at this Middle-Aged Man whose face once again wore a smile and couldn't help but praise this person's deep thoughts.
Compared to those reckless, schemeless protagonists who charge around relying on a bit of luck and opportunity, he still preferred these villains.
They are scheming, have ideals, and have courage! They dare to think, dare to fight, and dare to act!
He plotted for the Fulong Cauldron for decades, and once it was determined that the matter couldn't be done, he immediately let go.
"Brother Wan, don't be sad. The Great Dao is Fifty, Heavenly Dao is Forty-Nine, One is Escaped by Man. I see from Brother Wan's appearance that he is Living Towards Death. Although Brother Wan's wife and daughter suffered a premature death, it is not impossible for them to be Revived from Death!"
Crack!
