coobybook Chapter 342 Past Dreams 13
Chapter 342 Past Dreams 13
Chapter 342 Past Dreams 13
The distant mountains are long,
Clouds and mountains in disarray,
Xiaoshanqing.
Nestled amidst layers of verdant greenery, within the long stretch of white walls and black tiles shrouded in mountain mists year-round, there is none of the serene, tranquil Zen-like atmosphere of the Cold Mountain that was once deeply ingrained in people's hearts.
Everywhere you look, there are white-robed monks with smiling faces, their words and actions revealing their joy and their hurried steps. Soft whispers fill the corridors and stone paths.
What a lively and bustling scene of everyday life!
This extraordinary scene stunned Wei Chaoyan and his group of six. Lan Zhan and Lan Wenjing were particularly shocked, for even the Lan Clan, which had undergone many years of changes, had never been so noisy in Cloud Recesses!
As for whether the newly released footage is actually a scene from the Cloud Recesses?
Stop messing around (ー_ー)!!
From the moment the scene appeared, Wei Chaoyan and his six companions immediately recognized that this was Cloud Recesses!
Moreover, the unique headbands tied on the foreheads of those white-robed cultivators who were not at all from the Gusu Lan Clan, along with the cloud patterns adorning their white robes, clearly indicated where this place was!
But what about Qi Ren/Uncle Lan and the other elders of the clan? Why didn't they step forward to suppress these disciples and students who violated the clan rules?
Lan Wenjing, Lan Zhan, Wei Chaoyan, and the other three simultaneously uttered a deafening question in their hearts.
As if sensing the confusion of the six people who were about to break free of their bodies, the camera suddenly shifted and zoomed in to the top of the stone steps of the Cloud Recesses, where the liveliness was even greater!
Four or five highly respected elders of the Lan clan led several groups of inner disciples to stand neatly at the mountain gate, smiling as they welcomed the people/souls that were falling from the sky one after another.
It was Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and their group who had returned from the Burial Mound on their swords.
As soon as the group landed, the Lan clan elders and others who were waiting at the mountain gate bowed in unison and then warmly greeted them.
"Haha, Qiren, Xichen, Wangji, you're finally back! Did Wuxian and the others have a smooth trip?"
"Tsk tsk, Wuxian, your handsome appearance is much more pleasing to the eye!" A sharp-eyed elder squeezed into the crowd, stopping three steps away from Wei Wuxian, and looked him up and down with satisfaction in his eyes.
"Ahem, Xichen, you have been gone for a long time. Many major events have occurred in the Xuanmen. The situation is complicated and difficult. Jingyi is too young to make any rash decisions. You need to review the information and handle it carefully!" A mature and prudent elder spoke at the same time.
"Ah! This thousand-year-old Mi Kui really has the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bones! Come, come, little Wuxian, and this, oh, this young Master Wen, come here to this old man, let this old man carefully examine your pulses and see if there are any hidden dangers in your bodies!" A certain elder who was obsessed with medical skills stared intently at the rejuvenated Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning with his eyes gleaming.
Wei Wuxian and his companions, who had just disembarked from the game and hadn't even had a chance to return the greetings, were instantly divided into several groups by the aggressive elders, each with their own disciples, according to their respective demands, and then surrounded by them.
Then, almost simultaneously, with smiles still on their faces, they each voiced their demands to their respective targets!
This series of actions, completed in the blink of an eye, immediately overwhelmed Wei Wuxian and the others with questions, making it impossible for them to give a timely reply.
The spirits of Wei Chaoyan, Wen Qing, and Zezang, who were initially ignored, were first taken aback, then either clenched their fists to their lips, covered their mouths to chuckle, or glanced sideways to watch the show quietly, without any kindness in stepping forward to help them out.
However, after a short while, Lan Qiren, Lan Xichen, and Lan Wangji, who were surrounded, were the first to react.
A man with bulging veins on his forehead, a greenish-blue face, and a trembling beard roared, "Third Uncle, Fifth Uncle, Fourth Cousin...! Where is your decorum?! No loud noises, no disturbances, no...!!!"
With a gentle smile on her face and a barely perceptible twitch between her brows, she bowed in return and said softly with her eyes lowered, "Fifth Uncle, please don't be anxious. Xichen has returned. What important matter is it? Let me go to the Cold Chamber to review the intelligence, and then I will explain it to you and Jingyi in detail!"
One of them bowed in return, then unleashed a chilling aura, as if covered in the coldest winter snow, and walked straight past the people crowding around him to stand beside Wei Wuxian, blocking the approaching crowd. Only then did his light-colored eyes sweep coldly over the people around him.
He spoke coldly: "The Cloud Recesses are unacceptable... Third Grand Uncle, punish me by having me recite the family rules five times..."
For a moment, it formed a wonderful "duet" with Lan Qiren's roar!
"Huh?!" This conservative Lan Clan actually has a group of elders who are so easygoing? How come I didn't know that?!
A certain Wei, who prided himself on being an "expert in the Cloud Realm," was shocked, then looked on with regret and began to question his own existence: "Lan Zhan, why didn't you tell me?!"
Lan Zhan, who understood the meaning in Wei Ying's eyes, had a slight glint in his eyes and was somewhat at a loss for words. For this reason, he was unaware that he had such "Sleeping Dragon and Young Phoenix" in his own family!
In the past, they were as proper and upright as they could be in front of him!
When Lan Wenjing saw these elders, his brow twitched. The calm and deep eyes that were just as calm as an ancient well were no longer composed. Instead, they were filled with a helpless expression, as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, or to be too lenient or too harsh.