Chapter 302

Returning to the Luyi Courtyard, eating the banquet laid out by Sister Qing, and letting her pound his legs for him, Liu Liu Xiaolou asked: "Sister Qing, did my master ever mention the sect inheritance to you back then?"

Sister Qing said: "Didn't you ask when you came a few days ago? The master never mentioned this matter."

Liu Liu Xiaolou pursued: "Sister Qing, think carefully again. Did he ever mention the Luo Fu Sect? Or words like Lingnan?"

Sister Qing frowned and thought for a long time, then slowly shook her head: "No, why? Does your Three Mystical Sect come from Luo Fu? Who said that?"

Liu Liu Xiaolou sighed: "It's nothing, just a rumor, not to be taken seriously."

Sister Qing moved behind Liu Liu Xiaolou, took him into her arms, and rubbed the acupuncture points around his eyelids with both hands: "Is Liu Xiaolou preparing to go to Luo Fushan? Or are you going to Mount Chicheng according to the original plan?"

Liu Liu Xiaolou leaned his whole head on Sister Qing's chest, groaned comfortably, and said: "Just because of such a rumor, should I go to Luo Fushan? It's a thousand miles of travel."

After rubbing for a while, Sister Qing giggled: "Take your hand away, it's itchy. Don't use too much strength, do you think your sister is Lüzhu?"

Liu Liu Xiaolou suddenly sighed: "Lüzhu is leaving, right? Tan Ba doesn't know yet. He won't be able to see Lüzhu in the future."

Sister Qing said: "That little bastard, he disappeared without a trace as soon as he left, and I don't know if he's dead or alive. When he comes back one day and can't see Lüzhu, he deserves it! Lüzhu is setting off tomorrow. Speaking of which, I can't bear to part with her either."

Lüzhu was picked up by a carriage at the fourth quarter of the Mao hour, before the sky was fully bright. She left quietly, and apart from Sister Qing and Liu Liu Xiaolou, no one else saw her off.

After saying goodbye to Sister Qing and Liu Liu Xiaolou, Lüzhu took a deep look at the gate and eaves of the Luyi Courtyard, got into the sedan chair, and didn't make a sound, not even lifting the curtain of the sedan window at all.

Han Jiuqian cupped his hands to Liu Liu Xiaolou: "Brother Liu, if you come to Lingnan in the future and pass by the Great Feng Mountain, don't forget to come to the Han family as a guest, so that I can fulfill my duties as a host."

Liu Liu Xiaolou nodded: "Han Xiong has a beautiful woman by his side, I am truly envious. Han Xiong, have a safe journey. If you encounter any urgent or difficult matters, please don't be polite with me. With one letter, I will definitely go to Lingnan!"

Han Jiuqian thought for a while and said: "If you have time, Brother, you can go to Mount Heng in the near future, perhaps there is an opportunity."

Liu Liu Xiaolou was stunned and cupped his hands: "Thank you, Han Xiong."

Han Jiuqian got into the carriage, the wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs on the street, and he left in the rumbling sound, disappearing into the lonely thin mist of the early morning.

The sedan chair traveled south for a day. By noon the next day, Lüzhu lifted the curtain of the sedan window, looked at the mountains in front of her, and asked in surprise: "Husband, where is this?"

Han Jiuqian said: "This is Mount Heng. There is something, we must enter the mountain."

Lüzhu asked again: "Go up Mount Heng? What does husband want to do?"

Han Jiuqian smiled and replied: "For the sake of Daoist Liu. Daoist Liu is pitiful. He was swept out of the Su family, and seeing you and me like this, I'm afraid he doesn't feel good. Look at him yesterday when we parted, sighing for a long time for your and my affairs. Since he was once a neighbor with you, and I hit it off with him at first sight, naturally I want to find an opportunity for him."

Another two nights later, at the moment when the Luyi Courtyard was at its brightest and most noisy, a black shadow left from the back door, quickly left the Yueyang market, and headed due south.

He originally planned to go to the Dongyang Sect to visit Su Su Zhenjiu and ask where the rumor that his own master came from the Luo Fu Sect came from. Later, he thought about it and decided to forget it. Han Han Wuwang said it was a "rumor," and he thought Su Su Zhenjiu just heard it from others. He didn't want to make this matter known to the whole world. If there are any problems, he will talk about it after going to the Luo Fu Sect.

It's just visiting one more market anyway.

Well, there is also the opportunity of Mount Heng that Han Jiuqian mentioned.

Now as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, even if he is a loose cultivator, he is qualified to knock on the doors of some small sects and loose cultivator families.

Traveling three hundred miles south along the Xiang River, the mountains ahead stretch endlessly, and the peaks are strange and beautiful. This is entering Mount Heng.

Ascending to a certain mountain top and looking around, one can see a peak on the west side towering into the clouds and standing majestically in the southern sky. One knows that this should be the highest Zhurong Peak among the peaks of Mount Heng.

Going up along the stream, surrounded by pines and firs, lush and green, deep green without end. Gradually ascending to the top, one can see jagged black stones, giant cliffs on the back of the peak, walls standing a thousand fathoms high. At the highest point, there are strange stones piled up, towering more than ten zhang, and on top of them are elegant houses and refined studies, hidden among the green and verdant.

It is exactly the Qingyue Altar, one of the three altars of Mount Heng.

Three hundred years ago, the Mount Heng Sect was ranked as a great sect in the south of heaven. Within the sect, there were the Qingyue Altar, the Guangtian Altar, and the Dongling Altar as the three pillars. How prosperous it was! Now it is divided into three parts, the momentum is greatly reduced, and it has become more and more declining in the past hundred years.

Like this Qingyue Altar, according to Han Jiuqian's introduction, the one with the highest cultivation is their Elder Qingwuzi, whose cultivation is Golden Core Perfection. It has been twenty years, and he has never formed a core. The Altar Master is Qingwuzi's junior sister, whose Daoist name is Qingyue Altar Master, and she is in the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. There are two other elders, who are in the early stage of Foundation Establishment like Liu Liu Xiaolou, and the rest are all Qi Refinement.

Four Foundation Establishment cultivators, of course, are not few. Although they are still not comparable to ordinary family sects, they are far inferior to the various sects in Jingxiang to the north.

Even if the Mount Mount Shenwu Villa is taken out for comparison, the Qingyue Altar is far inferior.

The only thing that can make Liu Liu Xiaolou see a little bit of the style of a "great sect in the south of heaven" is the blue tiles and red walls on the top of this mountain.

They are all old houses that have been around for years!

By the way, there is also this great array that protects the entire mountain top. Even with Liu Liu Xiaolou's current ability, he can't quite understand the details of this great array, and he doesn't dare to act rashly in front of this great array.

This great array is definitely powerful and has a foundation!

After reporting his name and stating his intention to visit, Liu Liu Xiaolou waited honestly in front of the Qingyue Altar archway for a long time, and then more than a dozen people swarmed out. The two leading people were both in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and the rest were all Qi Refinement. They lined up like wild geese wings under the archway, and the formation was really not small.

Liu Liu Xiaolou was suddenly a little dizzy. Why make such a big commotion? Do I have such a big reputation?

The older-looking one with a long beard, who looked about forty years old, stepped forward, his eyes bright, looking directly at Liu Liu Xiaolou: "Is the visitor Friend Liu?"

Liu Liu Xiaolou cupped his hands: "Exactly, your Excellency..."

The long-bearded man stroked his beard and said: "I am an elder in the sect, specializing in teaching skills." He pointed to the slightly younger and thinner one beside him: "This is the law enforcement elder in my sect. Our Altar Master is waiting for you in front of the Wulong Waterfall. Please!"

Liu Liu Xiaolou was confused in his heart, not knowing what to say for a while, and followed the two elders inside, walking through layers of pavilions.

Not long after, the road went downwards, walking lower and lower, and gradually the sound of a roaring waterfall could be heard.

After turning two corners, the front suddenly brightened. A long waterfall fell down one after another, layer upon layer, a full five layers. The water mist in the sky danced everywhere, and his cheeks were full of coolness.