Thirty-Five, Transmission of Sound into the Ears Technique (Upper)

  At this time, a horseshoe came trotting over.

  Zeng Yinyin's red horse behind her suddenly raised its neck and let out a long, joyful whinny. She looked back in surprise: "Isn't that... Rouge Fire? Xiao Die, Xiao Die!"

  Her horse was named Rouge, and Xiao Die's Rouge Fire was of the same breed. They had grown up together since they were young, as close as sisters, and from a distance, she could sense the presence of her companion.

  "Miss! Miss!" Xiao Die was still so energetic and shouted from a distance, "Mrs. Deng said that everyone should rush to Yunmu Town now."

  "Yunmu Town?" Everyone was taken aback.

  Shenmu, Songmu and Yunmu are the three towns of Shennong. Shenmu is in the west, Songmu is in the east, and Yunmu is further south, each about 20 miles away from the other two towns, forming a roughly equilateral triangle.

  From here to Yunmu Town, go west by north direction, but also not far away.

  "Why are we gathering there?" Several people thought, "Obviously those few were heading in a northeast direction."

  As they spoke, Xiaodie's mount had already arrived nearby.

  "What did Madam say about going to Yunmu Town?" Zeng Yinyin asked on behalf of several people.

  "It's said that the master has arrived at Yunmu Town, so let's all go and pay our respects."

  "What, the adults have personally come to Shen Nong Forest?" Everyone was shocked, for decades, no matter what big things happened, the adults originally never left Wu Xi Creek, why are they so enthusiastic this time?

  "It's just right." Xiaodie's face was slightly red, and warm air emanated from her, the effect of rushing along the long road.

  Zeng Yinyin looked at Tang Nan and Sheng Chang.

  "Good!" Tang Nannan answered readily, "We'll go right away."

  Sheng Chang looked at Qin San and said: "Qin Jingfu, you..."

  Qin San turned cold and said: "He is your superior, has nothing to do with me, don't drag me into this." Qin Xiong followed him as he turned to leave.

  Xiao Die hastily said: "Qin Ye, Master hopes you can also go. There's something about your nephew Qin Yun that he wants to discuss with you."

  Qin San turned slightly pale and hesitated for a moment: "Discussing Xiao Yu's matter with me?"

  "Yes. The grown-up said that before coming here, she had also met with Old Lady Qin."

  Tan San turned around in surprise, furrowed his brow and looked at Xiao Die, who didn't seem to be lying. He thought for a moment.

  "Okay, I'll go with you."

  Tang Nan nodded, and after a brief discussion with several people, they left two men to continue investigating the gathering of Wang Yue Shi Huang and other heroes, and led the rest of the troops north towards Yunmu Town.

  ……

  In the pale yellow dawn mist, there are snow-covered mountains.

  Tan Yun and Wang Yue walked side by side on the perilous mountain path, with only these two feelings left before their eyes.

  "What a great old Junshan, it's indeed majestic!" Wang Yue casually praised.

  "That's it, we've reached the second peak of Hua Zhong, and we're only halfway up!" Qin Yu panted, unable to speak, his stomach growling with hunger.

  This is Laojun Mountain of Shennongjia in Central China.

  There are many mountain peaks named after Laojun Mountain, such as Luoyang Laojun Mountain, Huailai Laojun Mountain, Mianyang Laojun Mountain, and Lijiang Laojun Mountain, etc., most of which have some connection with the ancestor of Taoism, Laozi. The Laojun Mountain in Shennongjia is also said to be named after the legend that Taishang Laojun often practiced alchemy here in ancient times.

  Laojun Mountain's elevation is just a little lower than the highest peak, Shennongding, by several hundred meters in height, but its steepness is more than that of Shennongding, so Wang Yue has this feeling after having just conquered Shennongding.

  He looked at Tan Yu and saw that his throat was moving, but he didn't make a sound. He thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Let me lend my friend a helping hand!"

  In the blink of an eye, Quan Yu suddenly felt a slight relaxation on his face, as the pressure and mist brought by the rapid ascent had suddenly decreased significantly.

  "Cough! Cough!" Qin Yu coughed twice and found that he could indeed speak normally, and couldn't help but feel extremely delighted. "Old Wang, you're so powerful, you must be a Master of the Transcendent Realm?"

  "Huh?" Wang Yue didn't expect that Qin Yu's first words after breaking free from his restraints would be such a question, "How did you find out?"

  "There was a time when it was slightly earlier than now, my master took me to Wudang Mountain to watch the sunrise at Jinting, and that's exactly how I felt. So I'm making an educated guess."

  "Oh, Lord Master is in Wudang, could it be Zhang Xuan?"

  "Isn't it him? Do you know him, Old Wang?"

  "I've long admired your reputation, but never had the chance. After the Divine Farmer's concert, I'd very much like to pay my respects to Mr. Zhang; would you be willing to introduce us?"

  "What a pity, my master went out the other day." Qin Yu's original intention was only to tell Wang Yue about his own origins and inadvertently point out his future identity as the second-generation leader, slightly elevating his position in the conversation. Unexpectedly, Wang Yue became interested and actually thought of going to see his own master, suddenly feeling a bit disappointed, thinking that he didn't take himself seriously at all!

  "But did you go to Dongchuan?"

  Tan Yun was shocked, Dongchuan referred to Hanzhong, unexpectedly Wang Yue guessed it correctly, thinking: "It seems that he is also very clear about the true identity of his master."

  Wang Yue saw Tan Yun's surprise and smiled, saying: "Zhang Xuanshi is a rare Taoist master in the world. How could I not understand one or two things? However, I have no interest in the disputes within your school."

  Tan Yong let out a sigh of relief. Wang Yue's meaning was that the dispute between Zhang Xuan and Zhang Lu for the leadership of the Five Pecks of Rice sect had nothing to do with him.

  "King Lao, who is this Zhao Song?"

  "Oh, that one is known as 'Yellow Scarf Gun King', his skill level is not below mine and Shi Fu Jun's." Wang Yue didn't hide it.

  "Yellow Turban Gun King?" Qin Yu's eyes widened, "Is there such a person among the Yellow Turbans?"

  Wang Yue chuckled and said, "In the past, General Zhang Jue had over a million followers from various Daoist sects, spanning across eight provinces: Qing, Xu, You, Ji, Jing, Yang, Yan, and Yu. He divided them into 36 large units and 6,000 to 7,000 small units, each with its own leader. With such an abundance of talent, why do you look down on us so much?"

  He couldn't help but smile wryly, thinking that at the beginning of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, their momentum was so grand, yet in less than a year, Zhang Jue had died and his army defeated, making him a laughing stock for others like Cao Cao and Liu Bei. Unconsciously, he looked down on them a little.

  "When the Yellow Turbans were at their peak, there were four great martial kings, ranking above all the other regional commanders. This Spear King was one of them. I suspect that he might be a strongman from Zhao's clan in Zhending."

  "Zhao family of True Definition?"

  "Hmm, the Zhao family has been known for their exceptional spear techniques passed down through generations. Their unique spear methods are extremely refined and their system of inheritance is comprehensive and superior, not inferior to my Violet Lightning Sect. In recent years, they have produced many strong successors. I suspect that this Zhao Song is from the Zhao family."

  "He is a noble son, why did he join the Yellow Turbans?"

  "Hmph, what about the renowned families? In the past, the Yellow Turbans' rebellion swept across the land, and countless officials, officers, generals, scholars, eunuchs, and nobles joined their ranks. The various characters who stood among them were complex and numerous; was it just a single Zhao family?"

  "Lesson learned!" Qin Yu said with a hint of apology.

  "Your pulse is strong and powerful, but now you have entered a dark realm. It's the perfect time to be brave and make rapid progress, however, remember that haste makes waste, beware of being overly anxious."

  Tan Yong thought for half a day, and then made rapid progress again, but couldn't rush it, what to do?

  "King Lao, your meaning is to advance step by step and emphasize balance?"

  Wang Yue smiled: "Indeed a clever kid!"

  "Who does he think I am, anyway?"

  "Right, little friend, now that you've entered the Dark Realm, you can learn the art of Sound Transmission and Secret Entry."

  This sentence made Qin Yu feel a little strange, as if it wasn't the sound wave entering his ears from outside, but rather someone had directly projected this sentence into his brain.

  Is this the art of transmitting sound into the ear? Without seeing Wang Yue's mouth move, his voice had already clearly entered the eardrum.

  It's really comparable to the highest encrypted level of high-end phones!

  But who should I go learn from? The teacher? Han Zhong's work; Shi Huang, busy with work; Wang Yue, just met for less than a day and already had two meetings. Isn't that bad?

  "Yes, thank you for correcting me, Old Wang." He thanked him verbally, thinking about the Transmission of Sound into the Ear technique, and his heart couldn't help but feel anxious.

  Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind...

  A strange thought flashed through his mind at the same time: "This scene is so familiar!"

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  Woke up late...... Rare Sunday sleep-in. It's the 1st of the month, everyone else is rushing to buy their monthly tickets, but our small ticket doesn't matter, let's go get reimbursed!