The cannon fodder in the book turns into the daughter of the heaven

Chapter 278: Immortal Realm Qingyun Sect

"Okay, thank you both!"

Xiao Wanwan took out another top-grade immortal stone and handed it to the two guards. The group did not enter the city, but went directly east.

"Master, I always feel like something is amiss. Is it that the Taoist temple just shares the same name as our Qingyun Sect?"

Feng Lizhou was so puzzled that he almost scratched his head.

He didn't know what others thought, but he would never believe that the Qingyun Sect would be in such a miserable state in the fairy world.

"Hey, I actually hope that this Qingyun Sect was founded by our ancestor, at least we still have a place to stay."

Chu Yanhao was worried. He didn't want to sleep on the streets.

Besides, in the unfamiliar fairyland, hearing the name of Qingyun Sect always makes people feel a sense of belonging.

"Third Brother, don't worry. If the Qingyun Sect wasn't founded by our ancestor, I'll take you to my grandfather's house."

Xiao Wanwan smiled and gave Chu Yanhao a reassurance, seeing how worried the child was.

"Okay, there's no need to argue anymore. Let's go over and see for ourselves!"

Yun Mubai's expression remained calm, as if nothing in this world could really cause any waves in his heart.

For him, as long as everyone in Lingxiao Peak was here, it didn't make much difference where he was.

At this moment, all the people he cherishes and cares about are by his side.

Chu Yanhao no longer hesitated. He quickly quickened his pace and in the blink of an eye he was next to Xiaoyue Tianlang and walking side by side with him.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on Xiao Wanwan, and asked with interest.

"Wanwan, is your grandfather's house fun? When I get the chance in the future, I'm going to travel around and explore the world!"

I heard that the fairyland is vast and boundless, so I must travel there to make my life worthwhile.

Zi Wuji and Yun Zhiyi walked in front, listening to the conversation of several disciples behind them, with a faint smile on their faces.

The group moved very quickly and in a short while they arrived at the Qingyun Sect mentioned by the two guards.

Everyone stared at the dilapidated mountain gate in front of them in amazement, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.

Originally, according to what the two guards said, this was just an inconspicuous little Taoist temple.

But now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I realize that this description is really an exaggeration.

There were only two shaky wooden doors standing there alone, as if they would fall apart at any time.

Above the door lintel, the three large characters "Qingyun Sect" were engraved crookedly. The handwriting was blurred, as if it had experienced the vicissitudes of time.

At this time, a middle-aged man in gray clothes was holding a tattered broom and slowly sweeping the pile of fallen leaves on the ground at the entrance of the mountain.

When he saw Zi Wuji and his group approaching, his face turned pale instantly, as if he had seen a ghost.

Without hesitation, he threw the broom in his hand to the ground and ran into the Taoist temple.

"Master, something terrible has happened! Someone is coming to kill us again!"

The middle-aged man in gray ran desperately and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The sound was so loud, like a sudden thunder exploding in the air, deafening.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed into the door like a frightened rabbit and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Seeing this, Xiao Wanwan and the others stood there in amazement, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Master, are we in the wrong place?"

Xiao Wanwan rubbed her eyes with her hands, her face full of disbelief.

She really couldn't believe that the scene she saw at this moment was so different from the Qingyun Sect she had imagined!

"Wanwan is right. I also feel like we've definitely come to the wrong place."

Chu Yanhao had doubts in his heart from the beginning, and now seeing this situation, he became more certain of his guess.

You know, in the entire Tianyan Continent, Qingyun Sect is very famous and well-known!

The sect's buildings are magnificent, with pavilions and towers arranged in an orderly manner. They are so beautiful that people feel as if they are in a fairyland.

The disciples are all heroic and possess unique skills. Their every move exudes unparalleled confidence and majesty.

But the so-called Qingyun Sect in front of us is completely different!

Not only are the houses here dilapidated and shabby, but they are also overgrown with weeds, making it look extremely desolate.

It really fits the saying, cold, desolate, sad and miserable.

Could it be that the founder of Qingyun Sect is doing so poorly in the fairy world?

Even his own sect has fallen into such a state?

"Master, why don't we stay at my grandfather's house first!"

Xiao Wanwan really couldn't imagine that the founder of Qingyun Sect would be so destitute in the fairy world.

Just as everyone was wondering, a loud shout came from the dilapidated mountain gate.

"Who are you, you rascal? How dare you come to my Qingyun Sect and act wildly!"

A thin old man with white hair and beard stood at the entrance of the mountain with a solemn expression, followed by the middle-aged man in gray.

He stared at Zi Wuji and the others with burning eyes, and he had an aura of majesty without even being angry.

Zi Wuji's gaze fell on the thin old man's face, and his whole body trembled suddenly.

He stepped forward quickly and bowed respectfully to the thin old man.

"The 88th generation disciple of Qingyun Sect, Lingxiao Peak Master Zi Wuji pays homage to the Grandmaster!"

The thin old man was stunned at first, and then he rushed to Zi Wuji like a gust of wind.

He looked at Zi Wuji in disbelief and asked with trembling lips.

"You...what did you say? Say it again."

"The 88th generation disciple of Qingyun Sect, Lingxiao Peak Master Zi Wuji pays homage to the Grandmaster!"

Zi Wuji bowed respectfully again.

"Wow...why did you guys just get here?"

The thin old man suddenly hugged Zi Wuji and burst into tears.

"Wow... I've been waiting for you for so long."

Zi Wuji was hugged by the thin old man, and his whole body suddenly stiffened, and he was at a loss for a moment.

"Then... Grandmaster, could you please let me go first so we can talk slowly."

"Wuwu... I won't let go! I've suffered for so many years, can't you let me cry for a while? Wuwu... I've suffered too much..."

The thin old man was crying and sobbing.

When Yun Mubai and the others saw this, complex and distorted expressions appeared on their faces.

They all found it funny to see Master’s bewildered expression.

But when I saw the ancestor hugging his master and crying, I felt a little sorry for him.

Xiao Wanwan was initially shocked by the actions of her master, but when she saw an old man with white hair and beard crying so sadly, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in her heart.

She rolled off the back of Howling Moon Wolf, walked quickly to Zi Wuji and the old man, and comforted them softly.