After seeing Taiqing Mountain, Nanfeng walked to the stone pillars of the mountain gate and put down the bedding. He relied on the stone pillars to see the group of little Taoists practicing martial arts. The Taoists in the square were divided into three areas from west to east, with more than 200 people in each area, and half of them were men and women.

The youngest one is in the west, probably no more than ten years old. Some of them are three or four years old, some of whom are ignorant and still sit on the ground crying. Because they are too young, they cannot practice martial arts, and just do some simple movements and exercise their muscles under the care and guidance of several middle-aged Taoist priests.

In the middle area, under fourteen or five years old, they have begun to practice kung fu routines, with their punches and kicks neatly and appropriately, and their advances and retreats are arranged.

The Taoists on the east side were between fifteen and sixty years old. They practiced not tricks, but imitated actual combat and counterattacked.

Nan Feng looked at the people in the venue silently. Tian Yuanzi had told him some of the situations in the Taiqing Sect. The Taiqing Sect is the largest sect in the southern country, with nearly 10,000 Taoist priests. These hundreds of Taoist priests should be the lowest-ranking generation of Taiqing Sect.

For half an hour during the Taoist priests in the field practiced martial arts, Nan Feng had been watching from afar. He was actually envious of these Taoist priests, but he did not expect to be one of them. The reason was very simple. Tian Yuanzi was a sinner of Taiqing Sect, and he was Tian Yuanzi's disciple. He came here this time to transfer the Turtle Shell Heavenly Book to atone for his sins on behalf of his master.

At Chen hour, the sun rose, and the Taoist priests in the field left the field and returned to the mountain in order of seniority. At this moment, a young Taoist priest who was about ten years old ran towards Nanfeng and started shouting from afar, "I won't accept disciples this year. Go back quickly and come back next September."

"I'm not here to become a disciple, I'm here to find someone." Nan Feng responded.

"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?" The little Taoist priest stopped five steps away from Nanfeng, raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

"I want to find Xuan Zhenren." Nan Feng said.

The little Taoist priest's expression became very strange. He looked at Nanfeng for a few glances, turned around and ran north.

After the little Taoist priest left, Nanfeng raised his sleeve and sniffed it. The smell on his body was indeed unpleasant, so it was not for the little Taoist priest to cover his mouth and nose.

The little Taoist priest ran back to the square and talked to a middle-aged Taoist priest. After a brief conversation, the two walked towards Nanfeng.

The middle-aged Taoist priest should be around forty years old and is very kind-faced. When he approaches, he rushes to Nanfeng and raises his hand, "I bow down, little charity, are you looking for Uncle Xuanzhen?"

"Yes." Nan Feng pointed, "I came from the north and I walked here for several months. I have something very important to find Xuan Zhenren. Please ask Taoist Master to take me in."

The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned and said nothing. After a moment, he asked, "Ask him, what are you doing to find Uncle Xuanzhen?"

"There are very important things." Nan Feng did not dare to tell the true purpose of his trip before he saw Xuan Zhenzi himself.

The middle-aged Taoist priest sighed, "Oh, I'm really invisible. Uncle Xuanzhen had already gone to the Crane Fairy half a year ago."

When Nan Feng heard this, he was stunned and stood there. He worked hard to arrive here, thinking that Tian Yuanzi's entrustment would be completed immediately, but he never expected that Xuan Zhenzi would be dead.

"Little good man, although Master Xuanzhen is gone, Taiqing Sect is still there, and the person in charge is still there. If everything you say is related to Taiqing, I can report it to you on your behalf." said the middle-aged Taoist.

Nan Feng had not yet come back to his senses from the huge shock. He shook his head muffled when he heard the middle-aged Taoist words.

"Uncle Master, go quickly, he smells so smelly." The little Taoist priest whispered.

"Don't talk nonsense." The middle-aged Taoist lowered his head and scolded him, turned to Nanfeng, raised his hand, and pulled the little Taoist priest north.

After the two left, Nanfeng sat on the ground. He had never thought that this would happen. When Tian Yuanzi handed over the tortoise shell to him, he solemnly told him that he must hand the tortoise shell to Xuan Zhenzi himself and must not let others pass it. But at this time, Xuan Zhenzi was dead. Although he rushed to Taiqing Sect, he didn't know who to hand the tortoise shell to.

In addition to shock, Nanfeng began to consider how to deal with this matter. There are two ways in front of him. One is to hand over the tortoise shell to the person in charge of the Taiqing Sect leader. This has both advantages and disadvantages. The positive side is that no matter who it is handed over to, it is given to the Taiqing Sect, and he has completed his errand.

But the disadvantage is that doing this may go against Tian Yuanzi's original intention. If it is given to anyone, it will be the same. Tian Yuanzi told him directly that it would be possible to send the tortoise shell to Taiqing Sect. There is no need to emphasize the instructions and can only be handed over to Xuan Zhenzi. Tian Yuanzi's actions show that Taiqing Sect is not a harmonious family, and those in high positions may have conflicts and contradictions.

After thinking hard for a long time, Nan Feng was still unable to make up his mind. This matter is different from other things. You only need to weigh the pros and cons of other things. However, you cannot weigh the pros and cons at all. You are either right or wrong. The worst thing is that he has not yet made a basis for making a judgment.

After the sun rose, many pilgrims fell down the mountain. There were several wing rooms at the foot of the mountain to the north of Yin-Yang Square. There were wise men in the wing room. Some seemingly important pilgrims were led up the mountain by wise men.

Nanfeng originally thought that Taiqing Sect was a closed place, but they also accepted the support of the world. However, it is normal to think about it carefully. Taiqing Sect is the largest sect in Liang State. Just like Yuqing Sect in Wei State, the real people of Liang State protecting the country may have come from Taiqing Sect. Such a Taoist temple is full of incense and it is reasonable for subjects to sing incense.

At the third hour of Chen, a wise guest came from the north and asked about Nanfeng's intention. Nanfeng could only answer with the excuse before. The wise guest told him that Xuan Zhenzi had already driven a crane and advised him to leave.

The south wind does not leave, so the guest informed him to go elsewhere and do not stay near the mountain gate.

Nanfeng knew that the other party thought he was dirty, but he lifted the bed and went to the woods to the east, and sat down from the edge of the woods.

Due to excessive blood loss before, he felt extremely tired at this time. After moving to the edge of the woods, he quickly fell asleep.

It was noon when I woke up. At this time, there were already many horse-drawn carriages outside the mountain gate. The groom and his entourage who had never gone up the mountain were gathering together for dinner in groups.

The lunch they had were all provided by Taiqingzong, and the yellow rice was covered with fresh sunflower dishes.

Nanfeng hasn't eaten fresh vegetables for a long time. He deeply hopes that the other party can give him a serving, but after observing, he found that the food provided on the mountain is based on the head and is not distributed at will.

Just as he was secretly complaining that he shouldn't have any extravagance, he suddenly found that the middle-aged Taoist who asked him in the morning came over from a distance, holding a bowl of yellow rice covered with sunflower.

Seeing the middle-aged Taoist coming towards him, Nanfeng hurriedly lowered his head. There were still a few people not far away. If the food the other party served was not for him, it would be embarrassing that he kept staring at him.

But the middle-aged Taoist did not embarrass him. The yellow rice was really given to him, "If you are hungry, I will eat it with you."

"Thank you." Nan Feng thanked him and took it.

"Your accent is not as light as Liang people. Do you really come from the northern country?" The middle-aged Taoist delivered chopsticks.

Nanfeng nodded and reached out to take the chopsticks.

"Are you here alone?" asked the middle-aged Taoist again.

Nanfeng nodded again.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist looked puzzled, "You are alone and come here from the northern country to find Uncle Xuanzhen. What is the matter?"

Nanfeng held his job and looked up at the middle-aged Taoist.

Seeing that he did not answer, the middle-aged Taoist pointed at the bag beside him and asked, "Whose body is this?"

Nanfeng still didn't answer.

Seeing that he had not spoken, he did not force or questioned, and said with a smile, "Eat soon, I will hand over the dishes and chopsticks."

"Do you want to deliver me your own food, or do others ask you to deliver me your food?" Nanfeng asked.

"What are you going to do?" the middle-aged Taoist asked with a smile.

Nanfeng did not answer, put down the bowls and chopsticks, reached out to take out a leg bone from the bag, poured out a piece of silver from it, handed it to the middle-aged Taoist, and then picked up the bowls and chopsticks and tucked the rice.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the silver in his hand in surprise. The silver should be about two taels, and it could be exchanged for at least two thousand copper coins and could buy a thousand bowls of rice he ate.

"Little kind man, Master Xuan Zhen has already gone to the crane fairy." The middle-aged Taoist stuffed the silver to Nanfeng, "Take silver with you and go earlier."

Nanfeng was eating, so he didn't refuse to let the silver ounces. He quickly ate all the vegetables and vegetables, cleared the rice, and returned the bowls and chopsticks to the middle-aged Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist took the bowls and chopsticks, patted Nanfeng on the shoulder, stood up straight, and turned around to go.

"Master, can I stay in Taiqing Mountain?" Nanfeng also stood up.

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head, "The period for taking the disciples has passed, so I can only wait for next year."

"I can stay for work." Nan Feng said, the heavenly book does not belong to him, and he does not want to leave with the heavenly book. But he does not want to hand over the heavenly book casually. At present, the only way is to find the person with the best relationship with Xuan Zhenzi and hand over the heavenly book to this person. But finding this person takes time, and he has to try to stay here.
Chapter completed!