books44 Chapter 289 Different Circles
Chapter 289 Different Circles
"Hahahaha... what a great line: so many things in the past and present are just jokes, you guys are really talented,"
Just as the three young monks were flying their swords and hovering above the Beichen River, admiring the magnificent scenery of the Beichen River.
A voice of praise was heard, and then a monk who also looked very young quickly flew in front of the three people on his sword.
The man had red lips, white teeth, regular features, a cape and a white robe. He spoke generously, but gave people the feeling of a gentle, elegant and graceful young man.
"Senior! Senior!" The three young monks, seeing that they could not tell the other person's cultivation level, bowed respectfully and smiled.
"Hehehe...you are too polite. May I know your names? I love poetry and songs. When I passed by just now,
I happened to hear a few people reciting poems and composing couplets here, so I came here to see them. I don’t know which gentleman’s masterpiece was just now, but it is so wonderful that I can’t help but applaud. It is beyond words.”
The handsome young man asked politely.
"Thank you for your kindness, senior. I am very grateful. I am Zhao Chengzhi. I just wrote something that I felt inspired to write. It is not a masterpiece, but just a small story."
Among the three, a young monk bowed and smiled humbly.
"Junior Yang Yunfei! Junior Qi Yutang! Greetings to the seniors." The other two young monks bowed respectfully almost at the same time.
These three brothers were Yang Yunfei, Qi Yutang and Zhao Chengzhi who left Shunan City and headed north.
As they were flying over Beichen River, Zhao Chengzhi was immediately interested when he saw the turbulent waves of the river.
He wrote this poem out loud, and to the surprise of the others, it actually attracted the arrival of this young senior.
Since Yang Yunfei and the others couldn't tell the other party's cultivation level, they behaved very courteously.
"Hehehe...Brother Zhao! Brother Yang! Brother Qi! You really don't have to be so reserved. We are all of similar age, and I like making friends in the cultivation world."
Why don't we just call each other brothers? My name is Tong Minghong."
The young man introduced himself with a smile.
When Yang Yunfei and others heard what he said, they saw that the other party's expression did not seem fake, and thought that it was really as he said, that he wanted to make friends with Zhao Chengzhi because of a poem written by him.
Otherwise, since they have low cultivation and are poor, there is really no need for the other party, as a senior, to come over and talk to them.
After figuring this out, Yang Yunfei and the others relaxed a little and started talking to each other.
Of course, the most talked-about people are Zhao Chengzhi and Tong Minghong.
As the saying goes: "When an expert speaks, he can tell whether something is good or not."
Through a brief conversation, several people were convinced that Tong Minghong was indeed a lover of poetry and songs as he said.
At the same time, Tong Minghong also learned that Yang Yunfei and others came from southern Xinjiang and would go to the Central Plains.
"Hehehe...Brother Zhao! I wonder if the poem just now has a name?" After they became familiar with each other, Tong Minghong asked at the right time.
Zhao Chengzhi looked at the surging river water under his feet, then looked at the sky in the distance. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly had an idea and said with a smile:
"Let's call it 'Linjiangxian'!"
"Hahaha... Linjiangxian! Linjiangxian, what a Linjiangxian! Brother Zhao is indeed a great talent. I am honored to meet you today.
How about I treat you and we go have a few drinks?"
Tong Minghong murmured the three words "Linjiangxian" and recalled the poem in his mind. He suddenly felt that the name Linjiangxian given by Zhao Chengzhi was very majestic.
He felt that he had met Yang Yunfei and the others too late, and immediately invited them to have a drink.
"Hehehe... Thank you very much for your invitation, Brother Tong. However, we have important things to attend to, so why not come back next time!"
Zhao Chengzhi said with an apologetic smile, then glanced at Yang Yunfei and Qi Yutang and winked at them.
"Yes, Brother Tong! I'm really sorry. If we meet again someday, we will definitely get drunk.
But we do have something important to do right now, so please forgive us, Brother Tong."
Yang Yunfei said to Tong Minghong with a self-blaming smile.
Tong Minghong heard this and thought that Yang Yunfei and the others really had something important to do, so he didn't say anything more.
After a few more pleasantries, Tong Minghong said goodbye to them and flew away alone on his sword.
When Tong Minghong's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, Qi Yutang asked doubtfully:
"I know Brother Tong is a generous person. Since he wants to invite us, why don't we go?
Besides, since we are new here, wouldn't it be a good opportunity for us to make use of Brother Tong's connections to gain a foothold in the Central Plains?"
"Hehehe... You don't understand the world of adults. Brother Tong is obviously of extraordinary status and has a high level of cultivation. We cannot reach his level.
Besides, if they are just being polite and you and I are ignorant and follow them, wouldn’t that make them look foolish?”
Zhao Chengzhi smiled in an air of being mature.
"The most important thing is that we don't have any spirit stones on us, so who will pay the bill? If we ask for something, do you still want Brother Tong to pay? Or should we pay?
Hehehe...we are in different circles so let's not force ourselves to squeeze in, understand?"
Yang Yunfei patted Qi Yutang on the shoulder and smiled meaningfully.
"Uh... okay! Just pretend I didn't say anything! Then where should we go next? After we cross the Beichen River, we will enter the Central Plains. We can't just find a random place!"
Qi Yutang was not stupid, so he naturally understood what they meant and quickly changed the subject.
"Hahaha... isn't it just finding a random place? My fate is in my own hands. Now that we're out, let's go together and become happy and carefree gods, hahaha..."
Yang Yunfei's aura suddenly changed, and he laughed loudly.
He looked up at the vaguely visible mountains in the north with a determined look in his eyes, and then flew away on his sword first.
Seeing this, Zhao Chengzhi and Qi Yutang looked at each other, nodded slightly, and followed the swords to fly north.
In the Shennongmen branch of Wuchuan Prefecture in southern Xinjiang, there is a mountain called Jianlin Peak. This peak is like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath and pierces the sky, hence the name.
There were clouds and mists at the foot of the mountain, but in an instant the clouds and mists cleared up, revealing the rolling sea of clouds beneath our feet. The mountain peaks seemed to be floating in the surging white waves, which was very beautiful and spectacular.
The top of the peak is relatively flat and there is a separate wooden house.
A young monk was sitting cross-legged in the wooden house. At this moment, he was constantly absorbing the spiritual energy from the spirit stone.
Outside the wooden house stood a middle-aged monk, looking very respectful and waiting for something.
At this time, the door of the wooden house opened automatically, and then a tall man with a jade crown on his head walked out. He had a dignified appearance, a small black mole between his eyebrows, and a very cold face.
The young monk, who looked to be in his twenties, gave people a feeling of being kept at a distance.
"Young Master! Have you broken through to the Great Perfection of the Golden Core Stage?" The middle-aged cultivator asked with anticipation after seeing the young man.
He had been standing at the door to protect the young master.
"Alas... it's a pity that I'm still one step short of the mark. Otherwise, I could have used Ling Manyu's pure Yin body to break through to the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop. What a pity! Oh, right! Has Ling Manyu been behaving herself recently?"
The young monk asked calmly.
"My Lord! Miss Ling seems to be in a good mood these days, and hasn't done anything unusual. Maybe... maybe it's because her cousin came to see her!"
The middle-aged monk thought for a moment and replied.
"Cousin? Cousin!" The young monk squinted his eyes and looked at the sea of clouds in the distance, muttering in a low voice.
Then, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and as his mind moved, a flying sword appeared out of thin air under his feet. He ignored the middle-aged monk and flew towards the sea of clouds...