"Mr. Yang Xian, pay homage to Mr. Qingnang!"

Seeing the old man in green in front of him, Yang Qian's eyes flashed in light and bowed deeply to the old man, "What kind of virtue is Yang Xian? How dare you go down the mountain to greet him?"

The old man in front of him had a slender figure and a elegant face. Five long black beards floated on his chest. Two long blue-gray eyebrows drooped from the corners of his eyes, which were extremely eye-catching. When his eyes opened and closed, they appeared in green light.

Just looking at this person, he really has a beautiful mind, a clear body, and a very good appearance.

If Shi Duxiu is compared to green bamboo by the deep mountains and streams, then this old man is an old pine tree standing in the wind, which is green and vigorous, and has a majestic momentum.

This person stood on the stone steps, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the Wei Wei Qingshan under his feet, and naturally he developed a lush and leisurely artistic conception.

This person is the head of a hundred traditional Chinese medicine families. Three golden needles are the world's best, and a pair of bamboo slips trap tens of thousands of people!

But at this time, the golden needle on his ear was not there and the bamboo slips in his hand were not there, which was very different from the rumored man with a hot temper.

Seeing Yang Xian paying homage, Li Qingnang laughed and hurriedly reached out to support him, "Nephew, why do you dress like this?"

At this time, Yang Xian was undressed and walked barefoot, looking like a beggar. Although simple but extremely clean, the traditional Confucian scholars who loved purity were very different, so Li Qingnang asked this question.

Yang Xian stood up and replied respectfully: "My teacher asked me to travel barefoot all over the world, and I dare not disobey it."

"So it's Brother Mei's meaning!"

Li Qingnang smiled and said, "Since Brother Mei gave this order, it must have a deep meaning."

He reached out his hand and pointed it out, "Come on, come on, hurry up and go into the mountain!"

After Yang Xian followed him into the gate, he found that there were three paths to go up the mountain. Among these three paths, the middle one was extremely wide, and there were many sculptures and stone statues on both sides of the road, as if they were holy icons of the ancestors of the medical school and various medicinal materials.

The paths on both sides are very narrow, winding and circling, winding along the main road in the middle, extremely inconspicuous.

Li Qingnang led Yang Xian to three roads and asked with a smile: "Nephew, there are three roads to go up the mountain here. This road in the middle is the most convenient, but it is also the hardest to walk. Although the two sides are a little farther away, there is no difficulty."

He looked at Yang Xian and stroked his beard and said, "You are the leader of the Confucian sect. Logically, I should accompany you on the right path, but child, you are young after all, and you are alone on the mountain. This road is difficult to walk on!"

He said to Yang Xian: "Child, if you walk on the small road, I will wait for you on the top of the mountain. If you walk on the big road, then you will be my fellow Taoist. You and I will walk side by side, and I will accompany you to the mountain."

Seeing that Li Qingnang was so serious, Yang Xian knew that these three roads were very strange, and the road in the middle was the most special, as if it was not something ordinary warriors could get involved.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the three paths briefly, thinking to himself, "I am the leader of the Confucian sect. How can I walk these two remote paths? A real man would rather take the straight line than seek in the crooked way. If the evil path is suitable for Yang to step on it?"

After looking at it for a while, he smiled at Li Qingnang and said, "Senior, I want to ask, did my teacher choose the way up the mountain like me when he came to Yaoshan?"

When Li Qingnang was asked this by Yang Xian, he seemed to remember something funny, and smiled at Yang Xiannang: "Brother Mei is heroic and unruly. He didn't choose any road at the beginning, but first sent a message to worship the mountain at the foot of the mountain. When we were about to go down the mountain to welcome him, he took a step from the foot of the mountain and immediately reached the top of the mountain."

He laughed at this point, "Brother Mei's behavior is really hard to guess. He didn't even wait for me to accompany him up the mountain. Even when he went down the mountain, he took one step from the top of the mountain and disappeared. He never got involved in the three roads of Yaoshan from beginning to end."

Yang Xian remembered Mei Niansheng's usual style of conduct and couldn't help but smile: "My teacher has never been very reasonable."

Li Qingnang said: "If Mei Niansheng, who claims to be the third largest in the world, acts like an ordinary person, then he will not be him!"

He said that Mei Niansheng looked sighing, "A few years ago, Brother Mei went to the north and fought alone in Heishan. Later, he entered Zhongzhou alone and fought in Zhongjing. After that, he disappeared without any news. I thought he had unfortunately died. Two years ago, he fought with Brother Lei and others in the Demon Sect in the South, hoping to avenge him."

He said this, looked at Yang Xian and exclaimed: "I never thought that Brother Mei was not dead, but he also taught you such a good apprentice in just a few years!"

Yang Xian smiled and said, "Senior, I'm sorry!"

He walked forward and walked towards the road in the middle, "Senior, I am not as capable as my teacher. I cannot step out of the foot of the mountain and go straight to the top of the mountain like him. I can only choose the path honestly!"

Seeing him heading towards the middle road, Li Qingnang smiled and said, "Nephew, this road is a bit difficult to walk!"

Yang Xian said: "It should be okay to go around!"

Before he finished speaking, his toes had already touched the stone steps on the middle road, and the scenery in front of him immediately changed.

Every time you pass a step along this road, there is a statue. The statue stands opposite the two sides of the avenue, one on the left and one on the right.

The two statues on the first step are old men holding stone needles. One holds the needle in his right hand and presses his left hand, as if he is laying the needle for one patient, and the other is holding the needle at the same time with both hands, as if he has just taken out the stone needle from the patient.

These two statues are the images of one person. The difference is that the statue with the needle lowered has a serious face, while the statue with the needle taken has a smile on its face.

These two statues are extremely vividly carved. The more they look like real people, they seem to be able to survive at any time.

Although Yang Xian thought these two statues were a bit strange just now, he didn't think too much. It was not until after stepping on the ladder that he realized how powerful the two statues were.

As soon as he gained his foot on the stone steps, a sharp force hit him from the left, and at the same time, his back felt numb. It seemed that someone was pushing his palm toward his back, controlling his body without giving him any power to move.

These two forces came so suddenly that there was no sign of warning. It was not until it touched the skin that Yang Xian felt it.

“Duh!”

Yang Xian's shock was really extraordinary. His hair stood up all over his body and his mouth was spitting clear sounds of the Confucian language. The invisible energy in his body instantly spurted out three feet outside his body, wrapping himself up layer by layer. At the same time, his hair was chaotic suddenly exploded, and a small strand of long hair broke down automatically, forming thousands of hidden weapons, which suddenly sprayed out to the left.

He was too frightened, and the counterattack was extremely powerful. Just as thousands of hairs flew out, Yang Xian's body had already risen with a vast and majestic momentum.

This momentum is so strong that it breaks through the sky and penetrates the clouds. The entire Yaoshan suddenly becomes quiet, the Feng Shui remains unmoved, and all things lose their voices.

Yang Xian pinched the sword technique with his hands, and sucked the sword energy at his fingertips. As soon as his hair flew out, he suddenly turned around, pointed his fingers and a sword energy had already flew out to the left.
Chapter completed!