Wei Hong goes to Gaoping City every day, and he wears a black veil-like mask.

There were people coming and going in Gaoping City, with many people wearing strange costumes, but no one noticed him.

Ye Muxin and Qiao Xianyong have grown up a little. Ye Muxin is seventeen years old and Qiao Xianyong is fifteen years old, but Qiao Xianyong inherits the sturdy figure of Boss Qiao, and is one head taller than Ye Muxin, who is two years older than him. When the two stand together, it is difficult to tell who is bigger and who is smaller when they don’t speak. In a blink of an eye, they have been living on Duanyue Cliff with Wei Hong for five years.

Since they followed Wei Hong to Duanyue Cliff in the Western Regions, they have never been down the mountain. The mountain has all the food, clothing, housing and use. When things are short, Wei Hong's old servant or cook will buy it. Compared with the villages and towns where they grew up when they were young, the two children were happy. Wei Hong also went to the village where Qiao Xianyong's mother-in-law was located to look for his mother on the way back to Duanyue Cliff, but the village was burned clean like Qiao Jia Village. They found their mother-in-law's body, but they could not find Xianyong's mother. Xianyong could only cry and buried her mother-in-law with the help of her master.

Two orphans are deeply dependent on their master Wei Hong.

The master seemed to know everything. Qimen Dunjia, fairy tale, Buddhism and Taoism, civil and wood dyeing, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, counting, and even Persian, Sanskrit, and Nanyue. When he was free, he also thought of something to tell his two children, but he did not ask them to learn or not. The master often said that Ye Muxin had several tricks in one mind, and wanted to know something, but he didn't learn anything well. It seemed that it would take longer for Qiao Xianyong to learn something, but he would often hold his singling sword and stare blankly, and then ask more complex questions.

In martial arts and different from miscellaneous studies, Wei Hong's requirements are very strict.

In the first year of going to Duanyue Cliff, I only learned internal skills. In addition to the mantra, internal skills need to be diligent and think more. When internal skills are integrated with the meridians in the body and the brain, even breathing is practicing internal skills.

Xianyong is more diligent in his internal skills. He doesn't like to pester Wei Hong to inquire about the strange stories and gossips of martial arts. Although Wei Hong seems to have witnessed history, hundreds of years of things can be told beautifully, as if he has seen them with his own eyes.

Ye Muxin likes to be liked by her master the most. She holds her meditation for an hour and then yells to pause. She needs her master to tell a small story before she can continue. Seeing that she is young and has no parents, Wei Hong often hides and crys secretly, so her requirements are slightly relaxed than Xianyong.

But Wei Hong often sighed secretly that although it was two young disciples who were taken by chance, they were both extremely talented and their understanding ability was many times stronger than many adults. I wonder if this was the arrangement of fate or if there were any guidance in the vast universe.

The next year, Wei Hong began to teach two young disciples martial arts respectively.

He gave each of them a sword that was commonly used in the world. He practiced a single sword forever, and Mu Xin learned the skills of a double sword.

After learning sword, he learned the sword technique of short weapons, which was used for close combat. However, Wei Hong repeatedly reminded that he should not use Ruyan and Xiansong two sword daggers unless he had no choice.

In addition to swordsmanship, Wei Hong asked the two apprentices what kind of martial arts they wanted to learn.

Ye Muxin rushed to say, "Concealed weapon!" and then quickly denied himself, "Soft whip! No, use poison, no, it's still a hidden weapon!"

Wei Hong secretly laughed at her greed, but pretended to be serious and said, "Then I will pass on your hidden weapon."

It was Xian Yong's turn. He shook his head and said, "Master, I just want to practice sword skills well. I ask my master to pass on the top sword skills of my disciple." Wei Hong was surprised by the firmness of this child just over ten years old, and did not see Ye Muxin making a face behind him.

This was the first time Ye Muxin and Qiao Xianyong followed Wei Hong to leave Duanyue Cliff. Wei Hong didn't talk about his destination along the way, so they didn't ask, followed his master to stop and stop, and listened to his master's visits to every place without getting tired of talking about the local characteristics and martial arts sects.

More than ten days later, they arrived at Gaoping City. The inn was already full of inns, and there was no empty room in the whole city.

Wei Hong took them to Baiyun Temple in the city to spend the night.

The two teenagers followed Wei Hong around Gaoping City every day. Wei Hong told them to say less, ask less, read more, listen more, and not take action no matter what the situation is. They were also very obedient but always looked around very curiously.

It was a sunny day, as if the lightning and thunderstorm of yesterday afternoon had completely passed. Qiao Xianyong sat on the steps at the door of the east wing of the outer courtyard and borrowed a scripture from the Taoist temple to read. He was different from Ye Muxin. He only knew his own name before he became a teacher. But after the master taught him to read and write, his interest in various books became uncontrollable, and he read every book, and the categories were very diverse.

He heard that the entrance of the temple was extremely lively, as if many people or carriages made noisy noises. He didn't take it seriously. Ye Muxin would have already run out to watch the fun. But Muxin and his master went out to buy vegetables, and they borrowed the outside kitchen of Baiyun Temple to cook for themselves.

Then, Qiao Xianyong saw Taoist Huayan, the abbot of Baiyun Temple, and led several higher-level Taoist priests to hurry to the door.

This is unusual.

Baiyun Temple is the only Taoist temple in Gaoping City and a large-scale. Qiao Xianyong and the others have been staying here for four or five days. Only during morning classes every day can you see Taoist Master Huayan from afar, but you don’t seem to have seen him come out at other times.

Qiao Xianyong closed the scriptures and looked around.

He saw Taoist Priest Huayan first walked in from the door with a man and a woman. No one spoke, but the man and a woman seemed to be very familiar with Bai Yunguan and followed the Taoist Priest directly. The man was a gray-haired Taoist, and the woman was tall, covered with a veil, walking with the wind, and could not tell her age.

More than twenty people followed one after another. Qiao Xianyong recognized several Taoist priests holding whisks from Baiyun Temple, followed others and pointed at the yard, as if introducing the structure of Baiyun Temple. Several people who came in were old and young, most of them were Taoist priests, and the other half were basically wearing short shirts on the upper body, leather skirts on the lower body, and leather boots on the lower body. There were men and women. Their faces seemed very strange to Qiao Xianyong.

Qiao Xianyong looked at it, then lowered his head to unfold his scriptures.

He suddenly felt something flying quickly on the back of his right side. After practicing internal skills for several years in the mountains, Qiao Xianyong was like reborn with blood exchange, his ears and eyes were extremely clear, and even ordinary small hidden weapons could not hurt him.

He didn't even look at it, and he reached out to the right back with great speed and grabbed the object flying towards him.

Then Qiao Xianyong felt something sticking to his hands.

He spread his palm and found that it was a ripe red and black lychee that had been crushed by him vigorously. The white juice was greasy and sticky, and it covered his hands.
Chapter completed!