Chapter 27: Unknown Hero

Chapter 27: Unknown Hero

Chapter 27: Unknown Hero
"My son!"

The person from afar finally arrived.

Three middle-aged men came, wearing the same clothes as the young hero, cobalt blue Taoist robes embroidered with birds and birds. It was obvious at first glance that they were also members of the Jin Xiang Sect.

However, these three people were brought here by Feng Xu riding the wind, which is something that only those in the second realm can do.

One of them looked at the oldest, and saw the golden light in the young man's arms. His eyelids couldn't stop twitching. He carefully reached out and pinched the golden light and put it back into the young man's mouth.

Then he laid the young man down in his arms, stretched out two fingers, a ball of golden light emerged from the fingertips, and pressed them against the young man's chin, then moved down along the young man's mouth and throat, and finally stopped on the right chest. He paused for a while, then took his hands away and let out a long breath.

The other two also breathed a sigh of relief and said in unison:

"Didn't your father/uncle say that you..."

"Cough cough!"

The young man suddenly started coughing, and there was blood in his cough.

The older man hurriedly calmed the young man down and glared at the two people who were talking, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

The two men were also startled again and nodded repeatedly, "Let's talk about it when we get back, let's talk about it when we get back!"

At this time, the young man suddenly sat up, as if he had something to say, but he seemed to have injured his lungs, and it was very difficult for him to speak, as if he couldn't breathe. "Thank you very much, benefactor, for rescuing me. Now, now that my elders are here, please come out to see me so that I can express my gratitude."

Hearing this, the three panicked men suddenly changed their expressions. Each one was more majestic and alert than the other. In just a breath, they all looked towards a nearby island.

rustle~

The sound of grass parting.

A young Taoist priest walked out of the grass leisurely. He summoned a red cloud, walked up, and then rode the cloud to the front of the people. He raised his left hand to his chest with the palm facing up. He curled up the middle finger and ring finger of his right hand, with the fingertips pressed against the palm. His thumb, index finger, and little finger stood upright and pointed upward. Then he gently placed the back of his hand on the palm of his left hand and bowed his head and said:

"Everyone, I am here to pay my respects to you."

The three middle-aged Taoist priests looked at each other. The oldest one was holding the young man and couldn't move. The other two stood up straight, raised their left hands to their chests, palms facing up, and gently placed their right hands horizontally on the left palms, fingertips facing left, four fingers together without leaving any gaps, thumbs clasped the tips of index and middle fingers, and the ring finger and little finger were straight, nodding to Yunqi:

"My friend, the infinite view."

One of the two men with a long beard said, "I am Jiang Yanxing of the Jinxiang Sect, and my Taoist name is Xuanhui. Which master in Sanqing Mountain are you a disciple of?"

The Taoist replied, "Greetings, Taoist Xuanhui. My surname is Cheng, my given name is Yunqi, and I am a registered disciple of Mount Sanqing. My practice is shallow and I have not yet been registered. I dare not tell you the name of my master."

"Well."

Jiang Yanxing nodded gently, "I see. It is fate that we met on the road. I also heard from my nephew that you saved his life. Please come to my humble home so that we can thank you."

Yunqi shook his hand, "We are all from the same sect, and we are of the same blood. Since we have met, it is only natural for us to help each other. There is no need to thank you. You should take this young man back to the sect to heal his injuries."

Jiang Yanxing looked at his nephew.

The young man said in a hoarse voice: "My benefactor, the thin Taoist has never been truly injured, and his strength is intact. He may be wandering nearby at this moment. You should return to the sect with me first, otherwise it may be dangerous to be left alone!"

This made sense, and it reminded Yunqi that the banner in the thin Taoist's hand was very powerful. He hadn't seen him use other skills yet, and now he was no match for him. He thought about it and stopped refusing. He clasped his fists and bowed.
"Well, please wait for me for a moment. I have come here after traveling, and I have built a hut here to practice. Now let me go back and get my luggage."

The young man's face was filled with more guilt, "Sir, please, it seems that I have disturbed your meditation."

Yunqi waved his hand, indicating that he was too polite, and then flew to the osmanthus forest. Soon, Yunqi put away the Bagua mother-and-child bell, picked up his bag, and was about to leave when he saw the huge rock with a half-man hole just dug out. He couldn't help but sighed and felt that "things are unpredictable, and water is unpredictable". Changes can come at any time. He had just come to build a hut and had a bad guest visit him. Now he dared not stay there any longer.

Before he was about to fly away on the cloud, Yunqi rolled his eyes, picked up a few rocks washed up by the water, and stuffed them into his bag...

The clouds merged with several people.

When the people from Jin Xiangzong saw Yunqi coming over with the heavy package on his back, they looked at each other and had an idea in their minds.

"Young friend, lend me a hand and take away the cloud chariot. This lake is very wide and it is still some distance from our mountain gate."

Yunqi did as he was told.

So, the three elders carried the two young men, and Feng Xu flew away on the wind, disappearing in a flash.

Thanks to the three local tyrants, Yunqi was able to feast his eyes on the magnificent Poyang. Otherwise, he would not dare to go deep into this strange water country alone.

The group was heading north, but when they were on the lake, there was a strong wind blowing towards them, but they could not see the north shore. After walking for a hundred miles, there was a vast sea of ​​smoke in all directions, and the waves were blue as a horizon. If the sun had not been shining brightly in the sky, it would have been difficult to tell the direction.

Sometimes there is no wind on the lake and the water is calm, just like walking into a mirror; sometimes, when you fly over the sacred islands and mountains and see exotic flowers and trees, it is like walking into an ink painting; sometimes, when you encounter seagulls flying and colorful fish leaping on the waves, it is like entering the kingdom of fish and birds.

It is just like this: the accumulated water embraces the vast sky, how vast it is as far as the eye can see. The wind ripples the water, and the waves reflect the beautiful scenery.

After traveling about four or five hundred miles, they slowed down and saw an island in front of them.
The island stretches for about a hundred miles. There are high mountains reaching into the clouds, as well as beautiful lakes. Various palaces, pavilions and towers stand tall, and people come and go like ants.

Even more amazing is that around the island shore, there are long corridors and waterside pavilions extending into the lake, as dense as a spider web. These water corridors are connected to other small islands and pavilions in the lake, forming a whole, making the space more than twice as large.

"Well, may I ask Taoist Xuan Hui, do all these island countries belong to your sect?"

Yunqi was really surprised. How many people were there? There must be more than in Sanqing Mountain.

Jiang Yanxing smiled and nodded, but then explained: "But these are not all cultivators, most of them are mortals. This is the case on all the islands in Poyang Lake. Immortals and mortals live together, and the clans and sects are actually one. Just like what you said, an island is a country."

Yunqi nodded. That didn’t sound so scary.

Several people gradually flew down, and did not land on the island, but landed on a water courtyard on the south side of the island.

Jiang Yanxing and his group seemed to be the owners of this place. As soon as they landed, a large group of people surrounded them. When they saw the injured young man, they screamed in surprise.

The way people here address them is also very interesting. They call Jiang Yanxing the head of the family, Jiang Yanxing's younger brother Jiang Yuexing, who is also the young man's father, the Second Master, and the older Taoist priest named Xianjing, the Teacher. As for the young man who is supported by the Teacher, he is naturally called the Young Master by them.

Yunqi chatted with the three elders along the way, but the young man was ordered not to speak anymore because of his injured lung, so Yunqi didn't even know his name.

　1. The gestures used by people from different Taoist sects to greet each other in this chapter are purely my own imagination and do not exist in reality. I would like to explain this in the hope that it will not cause any misunderstanding or offense.

　　2. The meaning of the cloud hand gesture in this chapter is interpreted as: the left hand is respectful, and the right hand is three peaks standing upright, which means Sanqing Mountain. The interpretation of Jin Xiangzong's hand gesture is: the left hand is still modest, the right hand is horizontal, the thumb is not counted, and the other four fingers are four horizontal lines. The upper two are half-locked by the thumb, forming the upper two short and the lower two long. This is the hexagram of Dui in the Eight Diagrams, and Dui belongs to metal.

　　3. Wuliangguan is the correct usage of Taoist blessing words, which means blessing a bright future.

　　4. Fellow book lovers can help think of other gestures. Comments and messages are welcome.

　　5. Continue to ask for votes and recommendations.

　　

(End of this chapter)