Chapter 336: Celestial Master Qiu Shangqing! North Zhang

Evening, corner of the small town.

In the folk alley, stalls were set up one after another. Pig head meat, sauce beef, oil-scalded dried tofu... filled half the street, quite full of fireworks.

In groups of three or five, queuing up, buying cooked food, and children holding small change, buying a bag of deep-fried peanuts, half a portion of oil-scalded dried tofu, that was a good side dish for the adults at home to drink.

Under the dim street lamp, Qiu Buyi and his party walked from afar. They bypassed the crowd and passed through a deep and quiet small alley.

The alley was very narrow, about only enough for one person to enter and exit.

Therefore, the name of this alley was called One Person Alley.

"Brother, why are we here?" Qiu Wanmian followed behind and couldn't help but ask.

She didn't know clearly, and Ge Changfeng was obviously more confused.

He could only see that the failure of the battle during the day seemed to have a great impact on Qiu Buyi.

"See someone," Qiu Buyi said solemnly.

The three walked to the end of the alley and stopped in front of a small courtyard. Qiu Buyi bowed forward and knocked on the door, but there was no response inside the door.

Dong... dong... dong...

Qiu Buyi knocked twice more. Just then, the door opened.

"Come in."

A hearty voice came through the crack in the door.

Qiu Wanmian frowned, only feeling that this voice was incomparably familiar. Before she could think more, Qiu Buyi had already walked in.

Qiu Wanmian and Ge Changfeng followed closely behind.

A middle-aged man stood in the center of the quiet courtyard. There was not a single lamp lit around, but his body seemed to emit a fluorescent white light, actually illuminating the entire room, from the eyes to the subtle places, it seemed to be filled with this fluorescent white light.

"Empty room produces white!?" Ge Changfeng's eyes lit up violently.

Empty room produces white, auspiciousness stops.

This is an extremely high realm in Daoist cultivation, not stained with half a speck of human dust, like the clear sky and clear Qi.

The world is vast, the Daoist gate is wide, and practitioners are like the sands of the Ganges, uncountable, but those who can step into this realm are few. In today's world, only the Celestial Master realm can have this anomaly.

Undoubtedly, this middle-aged man before him must be a Celestial Master.

"Uncle Shangqing!?" Qiu Wanmian's face trembled slightly, but she recognized the man before her.

Qiu Shangqing, Qiu family Celestial Master.

"Uncle Shangqing." Qiu Buyi bowed deeply.

Qiu Shangqing was only one step ahead of him to Qin Du Town. This was a secret, and except for Qiu Buyi, no one knew.

"Junior has seen the senior." Ge Changfeng didn't dare to be negligent, but his mind was active.

It seems that the information that Given Chen Long is about to appear is true. The Dao Alliance really spent a lot of money, not only sending Yuan Yuan Tian Du, but also hiding a Qiu Shangqing.

Two great Celestial Masters are about to gather in this small Qin Gu Town.

"Little Wanmian is also here."

Qiu Shangqing nodded slightly, but his peripheral vision fell on Ge Changfeng.

"Are you from the Ge family!?"

"Junior Ge Changfeng."

Ge Changfeng bowed again.

"You can be considered to have mastered the essence of the Ge family's 【Lin Bu Method】, but unfortunately, what you summon is not the thirty-six great gods," Qiu Shangqing said casually.

When Ge Changfeng heard this, his heart jumped wildly. The Ge family's 【Lin Bu Method】 was the culmination of the method of summoning gods and descending, and different people practiced it, and the achievements were also different. The key was the level of the summoned gods.

Like the Fire Virtue Star Lord he summoned, it could only be counted as one of the seventy-two small gods, strong as it was, but he hadn't realized the supreme wonderful method.

Among the disciples of the Ge family, only those who summon the thirty-six great gods can be counted as truly entering the hall and getting the ancestor's lineage, which can be called the Pure Yang orthodoxy.

Qiu Shangqing is worthy of being a master at the Celestial Master level. With just one glance, he saw through his reality.

At this time, Ge Changfeng hurriedly gathered his mind, not daring to have any strange thoughts.

"In this generation of disciples of your Ge family, is there anyone who summons the thirty-six great gods?" Qiu Shangqing changed the subject and suddenly asked.

"This..." Ge Changfeng's expression tightened.

The descendants of various sects and families are related to the incense of a lineage and all belong to secrets. He didn't dare to speak nonsense.

"There is a little guy in your Ge family named Ge Chang'an, who seems to be not bad," Qiu Shangqing whispered.

When Ge Changfeng heard this, his face trembled violently.

Ge Chang'an, that is the genius of the Ge family who is not born, and also the only one in this generation of disciples who summons the thirty-six great gods.

The Ge family has been covering this genius very tightly, but didn't expect to be broken by Qiu Shangqing in one word.

Qiu Shangqing watched, but remained silent.

In his eyes, this little guy Ge Changfeng, just because of his one or two words, his Dao heart was chaotic, thoughts flying, obviously not a top-notch root bone. In terms of cultivation, no matter how high the realm is now, he is ultimately not in the flow.

"Buyi, what are you doing here at my place? Could it be that the people from Bai He Guan have already come?" Qiu Shangqing changed the subject and asked.

He was cultivating here and didn't want to be disturbed at will. Even if it was a little guy of the same clan and same race, if it was usually, like Qiu Wanmian, she wouldn't even have the qualifications to see him.

That is, Qiu Buyi practiced the Innate Skill, perhaps he could get guidance, but that also depends on fate and mood.

"Uncle Shangqing, I met a master today."

Qiu Buyi's expression was low, and he narrated the things he met in the tea house during the day, especially the fact that the person only used one hand to cut off the connection between him and the other party's soul, but his eyes were shining, unable to forget.

"Soul reflecting mirror, void not falling."

Qiu Shangqing pondered for a moment when he heard this, and then said: "Did he really just raise and lower his hand, and break your 【God Reflecting Mirror】?"

"Absolutely true," Qiu Buyi affirmed.

"Uncle Shangqing, is that person a master of the Wu Wei Gate?" Qiu Wanmian couldn't help guessing.

"Sitting under the Daoist Xuan Sect, half a life in the sound of flicking fingers. Not seeing the old immortal for a hundred years, dragon and snake flying on the wall..."

Qiu Shangqing chanted leisurely, his eyes empty, as if this vast firmament.

"Looking around in confusion today, wanting to cut dragon and snake and ride the wind. Don't say everything turns empty, before turning head, all are dreams."

"Life is like dragon and snake rising, looking back, it's just a big dream, so practitioners must have the great courage to abandon everything, cut off the dragon and snake in one move."

"What emotions, what thoughts, what kindness and past, all cut off."

Speaking of this, Qiu Shangqing sighed and looked at Qiu Buyi.

"This move 【Cutting Dragon and Snake】 is the secret of the Zhang family of Long Hu Mountain."

"Zhang family of Long Hu Mountain!?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qiu Buyi, Qiu Wanmian, and Ge Changfeng all changed their expressions.

Eighty years, the incense of Long Hu Mountain has been extinct for eighty years. If there are still descendants of the Zhang family in this world, then there is only...

"North Zhang lineage!?"

"That master is from North Zhang?" Qiu Wanmian revealed a suspicious expression.

"There is nothing strange. People from North Zhang have placed quite a few masters in this small town, and they have guarded it for twenty or thirty years," Qiu Shangqing said casually.

"What? People from North Zhang have guarded this small town for twenty or thirty years? Why?" Qiu Buyi was confused.

"Do you know why Given Chen Long would come here, what is special about this small town?" Qiu Shangqing asked instead of answering.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other.

"Eighty years ago, the Daoist gate suffered a great calamity, and since then, the Zhang family of Long Hu Mountain was passed down separately in the North and South."

"The South Zhang lineage gathered mostly in the Jiangnan area, and there were about five or six places to recuperate and continue the incense. This Qin Gu Town is one of them," Qiu Shangqing's voice became cold and chilling.

"Back then, after the South Zhang lineage was destroyed, in order to prevent any fish from slipping through the net, and to prevent a comeback, North Zhang sent masters to station in these places separately. One guard lasted more than thirty years."

"Guarded for more than thirty years?" Ge Changfeng couldn't help but say.

In this kind of small place, actually sent masters to guard for more than thirty years?

"People from North Zhang are ruthless enough!"

"The plan they set was to guard for a hundred years, and every five years, masters from the clan would rotate in turn," Qiu Shangqing said flatly.

"Guard for a hundred years? This is too cautious," Qiu Wanmian couldn't help but say.

She knew that this small town involved the North-South struggle of the Zhang family, but the people of South Zhang had long been dead, and the people of North Zhang were still so cautious, sending masters to guard for a hundred years. Is this to guard against people or ghosts!?

"The struggle of Dao orthodoxy is not a struggle of spirit," Qiu Shangqing said solemnly: "Moreover, it is the Long Hu Zhang family!?"

"Furthermore, the South Zhang lineage still has fish that slipped through the net outside. Dead ashes can still burn, let alone the incense of Long Hu Mountain!?"

"Great Lingzong Wang!"

Qiu Buyi, Qiu Wanmian, and Ge Changfeng couldn't help but raise a name in their hearts.

As disciples of the Pure Yang family, they naturally heard of this fierce and ruthless figure.

"In this way, the master I met during the day is a master of North Zhang," Qiu Buyi was a bit uncertain.

"I now admire the people of North Zhang a bit. In such a small place, knowing that it is a waste of time, they still continue," Qiu Wanmian couldn't help but say.

"Able to endure loneliness, can go far, this is also cultivation, moreover..." Qiu Shangqing said flatly.

"It is not a total loss."

"Hmm!?"

When the crowd heard this, they all revealed suspicious expressions.

"Twenty-four years ago, someone from the remnants of South Zhang came back," Qiu Shangqing looked up at the sky and murmured softly.

"That was a long time ago."

That year, that day.

Twenty-four years ago, September 9th, he was also in this Qin Gu Town.

Late night.

Qin Gu Town, Nanchang Street.

This is an old street, the architecture belongs to the Song and Yuan Dynasties, and now it has become a protection unit, which cannot be renovated or bought or sold.

Occasionally, there will be tourists who feel the atmosphere and charm of the old town on this street.

"Zhang Fan, is half this street your family's industry?"

"You are 【Zhang Half Street】."

In the hazy night, Zhang Fan and Ge Shuangxiu appeared at the end of the street and walked inside.

During the day, Zhang Fan finally found out where their old home was through the fish-selling aunt.

Before, half this street was their Zhang family's. Since his grandfather's generation, it had been surnamed Zhang.

"What Zhang Half Street? These old buildings cannot be bought or sold. Besides, the housing price in the small town is low, how much can it be worth?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

The cheapest housing price in Yujing City is more than 30,000 per square meter, but here, the best location is only more than 4,000 per square meter.

Even if all the properties on half this street were sold, it is estimated that they couldn't gather a house in Yujing City.

"Looks very new," Ge Shuangxiu looked over.

The introduction at the entrance of the street just now said it was an architectural complex of the Song and Yuan Dynasties. Now looking at it, it is new at a glance.

"Didn't you hear what the aunt said?" Zhang Fan walked on the cold street and murmured softly.

"By the way, she said that twenty-four years ago, a big fire broke out on this street, and the houses were all burned down," Ge Shuangxiu remembered.

"That day was..."

"September 9th, the day I was born," Zhang Fan whispered solemnly.

During the day, the fish-selling aunt's words made Zhang Fan very concerned.

The aunt said that Zhang Fan's brother died in this big fire, and even the funeral was handled by the neighbors, the body was placed at home for three days, and then dragged to the crematorium for cremation.

Poor, that little guy was only six years old at the time.

"My brother died!?" Zhang Fan frowned.

In his few memories, there was a brother, but later, they gathered less and parted more, especially since he was sent to Sanqi Orphanage for a year, and after returning, he never saw him again.

"Zhang Fan, you still have an older brother? Why didn't you mention it?" Ge Shuangxiu couldn't help but ask.

"I only remember, when I was young, my mom and dad didn't let me mention my brother outside, and he didn't have to go to school at that time..." Zhang Fan thought deeply.

His impression of this brother was not very deep, but now looking back, there were indeed too many unreasonable things.

"No, are you really a member of your family?"

Ge Shuangxiu looked at Zhang Fan with a strange expression and couldn't help but say: "How come your family's affairs seem to be behind your back?"

"You wouldn't be picked up."

"Fart... how could... should be impossible," Zhang Fan was incomparably certain.

A thought suddenly arose, delusional thoughts flying. At this time, many strange ideas popped up in Zhang Fan's mind.

"What are you thinking? There is nothing to visit on this street."

Ge Shuangxiu pushed Zhang Fan and pulled his thoughts back.

The old house was burned down more than twenty years ago, and now it has been rebuilt on the original site. I don't know why Given Chen Long came back from far away, what is he planning.

"The two old houses in the back street were not burned down, they are still the same as before," Zhang Fan had already inquired clearly, so he took advantage of the quiet night to come and touch the bottom.

"Go, let's go see."

Zhang Fan waved his hand and quickened his pace, walking toward the back street.

He had a hunch that Given Chen Long's coming here this time was mostly for these two old houses.

"Two little friends, wait a moment."

Just then, a cold voice came from behind.

Zhang Fan stopped violently, his hair standing on end, like a beast alert, instinctive reaction, he turned around. Under the faint moonlight, a middle-aged man walked slowly. He wore an old street administrator armband on his shoulder, wore a sky-blue hat, and the nails on both hands were shining with faint oil.

"Little friends, you can't wander around here at night. You come back during the day," the administrator uncle said coldly.

"Okay, then we will come back during the day."

Zhang Fan nodded, pulled Ge Shuangxiu, and was about to leave.

"Zhang Lingzong's son, stay."

Just then, the administrator's voice rang out again, but it was three points colder.

"The remnants of South Zhang finally found their way here."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 337 =====