Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 85 Reunion of old friends

"I'm really sorry, I was originally ordered to be here to meet you."

"But this purple-striped Dangkang suddenly went berserk for some reason, and that's why..."

"On the contrary, it was the distinguished guests who stepped in to help..."

Lu Ziye waved his hand: "It's alright."

"Thank you all fellow Taoists."

Seeing that the other party did not blame him, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and turned to look at the group of cultivators:
"I will take a few distinguished guests to Linghua Valley first. You must find out the truth."

"This is the best-looking one that will be used as a mount during the Flower Festival in a few days. We can't afford to have any mishaps."

"Yes."

Following Yan Xun, they walked towards the city.

Apart from Lu Ziye, none of the three outer disciples had ever been here before.

Let alone mortals, even cultivators like them couldn't help but exclaim "beautiful" upon seeing this place and this scene.

Beiya Mountain City enjoys a spring-like climate year-round.

The stilted houses look as if they grew out of an old plum tree, with wooden beams sprouting from the gnarled branches.

Instead of weeds sprouting from the edges of the bluestone paving stones, clusters of pale purple flowers grow.

A vine bridge spans between the surrounding buildings, and unnamed flower waterfalls and ivy spill out from all sorts of unexpected places.

"Wow……"

Gu Qingqing was already dazzled by what she saw.

Li Qingfeng was also somewhat surprised: "Beiya Mountain City, why not just call it Beiya Flower City..."

What truly surprised Song Yan was that the mortals here seemed to be very close to the cultivators.

"Aunt Zhao... what kind of flower bed do you want?"

A young man dressed as a monk is talking to an elderly woman beside him.

"Just like Aunt Wang next door... maybe a little older than her..."

"This……"

The monk seemed somewhat hesitant.

"The flowerbed is too big, can you manage it all by yourself?"

"Oh, it's alright, Auntie is very healthy!"

"Okay... alright, then I'll go with you to your house and see the yard first."

"Good boy."

"..."

Although it may not reach the level of equal coexistence described in the "Legend of Khotan".

But it's already much better than many other places.

"They are all people who love flowers."

Sighed.

Sometimes, shared interests can weaken the distance and barriers between people.

When discussing shared interests, many things are easily overlooked, whether it's status, wealth, or power.

Perhaps it is this magic that has captivated countless cultivators throughout history with the art of self-cultivation.

That's not just talk.

"what……"

Suddenly, Yan Xun seemed to see someone and gestured to the four of them behind him.

He then quickly walked forward.

A beautiful female cultivator walked towards us, her steps neither hurried nor slow.

“Senior… these are the fellow Daoists from Dongyuan Sect.”

The female cultivator nodded and looked at the crowd: "Sheyang Sect, Cong Yuzhen."

Lu Ziye quickly bowed and sent a telepathic message to the three hotheads.

"This is a Foundation Establishment senior!"

hiss……

The three quickly bowed.

The senior shook his head slightly: "There's no need for that."

"The Flower Festival is a grand event, with many people... and it's very lively."

Only three members of the Sheyang Sect attended this Flower Festival.

This Senior Yu Zhen is both an inner disciple and a nominal elder in the Sheyang Sect.

One person plays two roles.

He does resemble Elder Xu Ziqing from the sect somewhat.

Lu Ziye was the person in charge of the Dongyuan Sect, so he naturally needed to step forward, stand beside Cong Yuzhen, and inquire about the details of the Flower Festival.

The group strolled and walked towards Linghua Valley.

Two cultivators, a man and a woman, both dressed in the robes of Sheyang Sect disciples, walked from a distance.

Upon seeing the young female cultivator's face, Song Yan exclaimed in surprise, "A-Yun?!"

Upon seeing Song Yan, the girl's face was filled with surprise and delight.

"Brother Yesheng!"

The girl was Sheng Yun, Sheng Nian's biological younger sister.

Lu Ziye was somewhat surprised: "Oh? You... know each other?" Song Yan laughed heartily. How could he not be happy to meet an old friend in a foreign land?

"She's someone I've known since we were little, you could call her my little sister."

"Brother Yesheng, I heard before I came that Dongyuan Sect would send disciples to Beiya Mountain. At that time, I wondered if it might be you."

"I can't believe it's true!"

Since entering the world of cultivation, without my two older brothers by my side, I always feel empty inside.

Now, encountering Song Yan here, Sheng Yun is truly overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

A strange sense of peace.

Seemingly feeling ignored, the male monk's expression became somewhat unnatural.

"I am Cheng Yu from the Sheyang Sect."

"To fellow Daoist Cheng."

Song Yan's collar shifted, and Xiao He poked her head out, greeting Sheng Yun with a "Hiss~"

"Xiaohe!"

Sheng Yun hugged the snake baby tightly and kissed it a few times.

"I miss you so much..."

Tears were welling up in my eyes.

"Hey hey hey..."

Cong Yuzhen watched as she chatted and laughed with the disciple of Dongyuan Sect, sometimes joking and sometimes complaining.

Her expression even showed a hint of relief.

"This child, he must have been holding it in for so long..."

Song Yan composed himself and asked seriously, "Ayun, how did you join the Sheyang Sect? What about Anian?"

Sheng Yun's expression darkened.

He then recounted the whole story to Song Yan.

Unexpectedly, after listening, he remained calm and simply nodded.

He even smiled.

"Don't worry, your brother can manage on his own."

"If all else fails, when he gets old, we'll take him to a sacred mountain to live out his days, hahaha..."

Ignoring Sheng Yun's reproachful gaze, Song Yan remained completely unmoved.

Ah Nian?

No one needs to worry about him.

"With the Flower Festival approaching, the mountain town of Beiya has become much more lively in recent days."

Yan Xun, being a local, then introduced the place to everyone.

"There are quite a few ordinary merchants who come here to do some small business."

"Many cultivators have also come here because of its reputation..."

Several people were walking and chatting.

I passed by a teahouse.

Song Yan suddenly had a thought and stopped in his tracks.

"..."

After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly stepped forward and said.

"Seniors, I have an old friend nearby. Perhaps... you could go ahead?"

Lu Ziye was about to speak when Cong Yuzhen shook her head.

"It's alright. The Flower Festival is a time for fun and laughter, that's how it should be."

Song Yan was taken aback. He hadn't expected that Senior Cong Yuzhen, despite her serious demeanor, would have such a cold and aloof air.

But when he speaks, he is very humane.

"Your senior brother Lu and I will return to Linghua Valley to discuss matters first. Yan Xun, you take them around for a look."

"Yes, senior."

Led by Yan Xun, the group strolled around the vicinity. Xiao He didn't want to drink tea, so she slipped into Sheng Yun's arms.

Song Yan stepped into the teahouse alone.

The decorations here are antique and elegant.

As soon as you enter, you are greeted by the rich aroma of floral tea.

Step by step, I walked up to the second floor.

On the second floor, by the window, stood a man dressed in the attire of a江湖 (jianghu, a martial arts world), wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a sword.

He sat by the window, gazing at the magnificent scenery in the distance.

"This trip was worthwhile; I'll see both of you siblings."

Song Yan sat down in front of him, with a cup of flower tea already poured in front of him.

The man chuckled and slightly raised his eyes.

"Didn't you just say you'd take care of me in my old age and see me off when I die?"

Beneath the straw hat was a face in the prime of life.

I've been so busy with work lately that it'll be hard to add more updates. I'll try my best to maintain a stable update schedule!

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