No taboos

Chapter 202 Qingxia Temple

Xu Yuan became more cautious.

If the trick isn't hidden in the footprints, there's another possibility: the road itself is evil.

Once you step on it and leave footprints, the evil spirit will remember them.

However, Xu Yuan checked himself repeatedly and found nothing abnormal.

The "no taboos" fate's resistance to tricks has never been activated.

Xu Yuan looked back at his subordinates again, and everyone seemed normal.

In that strange belly, the organs that were affected and deformed have returned to normal.

Xu Yuan shook his head secretly, turned around and was about to continue walking forward, but suddenly he felt something shaking in his sight, and the reflected light stung his eyes.

"Huh?" Xu Yuan felt strange and started looking carefully.

The road turns a corner after getting off the bridge. From Xu Yuan's position, he can clearly see the situation inside the bridge hole.

At first glance, Xu Yuan's attention was all on the person.

No one noticed that under the bridge, there was a sword hanging by a thin iron chain.

The iron chain has been rusted by water vapor.

But the sword still gleamed with cold light.

It is about half a foot above the water surface.

Blown by the wind, the sword's reflection caught Xu Yuan's eyes.

Xu Yuan looked again, and the sword seemed to be alive, slowly shrinking!
Then, no one knew where it hid and it disappeared.

Xu Yuan was suddenly surprised and wanted to go over to take a closer look, but suddenly he didn't know how to get over.

The path did not lead under the bridge, so Xu Yuan couldn't figure out how to get there.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Xu Yuan's back: This seems to be a special rule!

I clearly know how to walk.

I clearly saw the bridge arch and the sword.

But I don’t know how to get there!
All I had to do was step off the path and walk in that direction - but now it suddenly "didn't work".

Xu Yuan turned around, no longer looking at the bridge and the sword, and continued walking along the path.

Still avoiding the original footprints on the road.

Soon they arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple.

It is simple and solemn here. There is a plaque hanging on the door with the name of the Taoist temple written on it: Qingxia Temple.

"crunch-"

The temple gate suddenly opened, and an old Taoist priest with black hair and beard and an immortal look appeared in the gate.

The old Taoist priest seemed to be about to go out, but when he saw so many people standing outside his temple, he was surprised, and then he smiled: "My Taoism is flourishing!"

He looked at everyone with satisfaction, stroking his beard and asking, "Are you all here to learn sword skills from a master?"

The old Taoist priest carried a long and thin sword case on his back.

A part of the sword case protruded from above his right shoulder. It looked like it was made of neither gold nor wood, and it was unknown what material it was made of.

Lang Xiaoba, who was standing behind Xu Yuan, showed a delighted look in his eyes: "I'm worried about not knowing how to use weapons. It would be great if I could learn swordsmanship."

Yu Yunhang scolded in a low voice, "How can you learn proper martial arts in this kind of place? Are you stupid?"

Yu Yunhang stepped forward and clasped his fists: "Master, we don't learn swordsmanship, we just stumbled into this place by mistake..."

The old Taoist's face suddenly darkened, and his celestial aura instantly turned into a sinister and fierce one. He shouted, "You don't want to learn sword? Why don't you want to learn sword? The sword is the god of all weapons!"

"Only by mastering the sword can you slay demons and monsters, and protect the people of the world!"

"Those who don't learn swordsmanship are all evil cultivators!"

"Be punished!"

He pointed two fingers at the sword case behind him, and a puff of black smoke burst out of the sword case with a bang.

The black smoke was snarling like a ghost, and suddenly a dead branch jumped out from it and was placed on Yu Yunhang's neck in an instant.

The dead branches grew automatically, and seven or eight branches wrapped around Yu Yunhang's neck, head and face.

One stabbed into Yu Yunhang's throat, and two stabbed into his eyes!

Xu Yuan hurriedly shouted: "Learn sword! All of us are here to learn sword from the Taoist priest, to slay demons and monsters, and benefit the people!" Xu Yuan's sword had already reached into the dead branches, blocking the one that was piercing his throat.

"He's learning too. He was just joking with the Taoist priest." Xu Yuan hurriedly urged Yu Yunhang: "Hurry up and tell us what you really mean."

Yu Yunhang's clothes on the back were soaked with cold sweat.

"Learn, learn, I also want to learn sword!" Yu Yunhang began to stutter.

"Do you really want to learn?"

“I really need to learn!”

"Then why do you want to learn sword?"

Yu Yunhang immediately said: "Slay demons and protect the people!"

"Not bad!" The Taoist priest stroked his beard again, looking very satisfied, and his temperament returned to its immortal state.

The dead branch on Yu Yunhang's neck retracted and he returned to the black smoke with a whoosh.

The black smoke was then put back into the sword case.

The Taoist priest looked at the others and asked, "Are you all going to learn swordsmanship from me?"

Who dares to say no to learning?

Suddenly, there was a sincere voice: "We want to learn, and after learning the sword, we can slay demons and monsters!"

"Okay!" The Taoist priest opened the gate of the Taoist temple completely and said, "Today, I, on behalf of the founder, will open the gate and accept you as disciples."

"Kneel down and become my disciple."

Xu Yuan looked inside from the gate. There was an ancient bronze incense burner in the courtyard. In the main hall, one could vaguely see a Taoist master, standing on a black tortoise, with a whisk on his arm and a Taoist sword on his back.

It seems to be a righteous god.

The Taoist priest personally presided over the apprenticeship ceremony. After the complicated etiquette, everyone was admitted into the mountain gate.

The Taoist priest paid special attention to Xu Yuan's sword ball.

"Show me your sword."

Xu Yuan was still hesitating whether to give it or not, but the Taoist priest waved his hand, and Xu Yuan felt an invisible force that had captured his sword ball.

Xu Yuan hesitated for a moment, did not fight with him, and put down the sword ball for him to watch.

The short sword formed by the sword ball has no hilt and is just a blade.

If an ordinary person holds it in his hands, his hands will be cut immediately.

But the Taoist priest took the small sword in his hand and fiddled with it casually as if it were a wooden stick, without being hurt at all.

"Your sword is of poor quality." The Taoist priest said, "To learn swordsmanship, you must have a good sword."

The Taoist priest casually inserted the small sword into a stone drum beside him.

"You haven't laid a solid foundation yet, so don't use this kind of sword yet."

The Taoist priest came to a pine tree in the courtyard, took a branch, and handed it to Xu Yuan: "You use this one first.

When you have laid a solid foundation, I will give you a good sword."

The Taoist priest held the branch in his hand with a sincere look on his face, as if he really felt that the branch was a sword.

Xu Yuan had no choice but to take the branch: "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

The Taoist priest warned: "Be careful, this sword is sharp, don't hurt yourself."

As for the others, the Taoist priest didn't seem to care that much. He waved his hand and said, "Go pick a sword for yourselves. I will first teach you the basics of the Qingxia Great Nine Styles."

Xu Yuan gave a wink, and everyone pinched their noses and went to break off a branch from the pine tree.

Xu Yuan took advantage of this opportunity to take back the sword ball.

But he found that the sword ball was actually sucked into the stone drum. Although it was still connected to him, he couldn't take it back!
"Okay, let me demonstrate it to you first."

The Taoist priest stretched his hand behind him, and the dead branch grew out of the sword case and was grasped by the Taoist priest.

He then began to practice every move like a peerless swordsman.

When they were practicing the fifth move, several eighth-rate martial artists in the team became serious.

This strange... swordsmanship is extraordinary!

(End of this chapter)