Comprehensive film and television: Passerby A, she is beautiful and cool

"Don't swordsmen like to fight with top-notch masters, regardless of life or death?" Qin Changsheng nodded. "I remember, you were quite angry at that time."

"I don't know. I don't like asking others for advice."

Qin Changsheng looked at Zhao Yuzhen's smile, which was somewhat similar to Lei Wujie's, yet also somewhat different. "I heard you say before that you never left the mountain. Have you ever been down since I left?"

"No." Zhao Yuzhen shook her head sincerely. Qin Changsheng recalled what Zhao Yuzhen had said to her before. It seemed that he needed to reach a very powerful realm called Shenyou Xuanjing before he could go down the mountain, otherwise he would die.

"Oh! I remember you said you had to reach the Divine Wandering Profound Realm before you could leave the mountain? Wuxin also said he wanted to retreat to reach the Divine Wandering Profound Realm. It sounds like this realm is very difficult." Qin Changsheng moved his lower body and leaned next to Zhao Yuzhen and asked quietly, "So how far are you from the Divine Wandering Profound Realm now?"

"There's still a long way to go, but it's not particularly long." Zhao Yuzhen is considered one of the top geniuses of Wangchengshan's generation.

"You can't even get off the mountain if you're almost there. This requirement is really strict." The word "assessment standard" popped into Qin Changsheng's mind. He stared at Zhao Yuzhen's face from left to right and said: "As for me, don't be too rigid. Go down when it's time. Have you heard of this saying?"

Zhao Yuzhen looked at Qin Changsheng in confusion and shook his head blankly.

Qin Changsheng spoke earnestly, a sly look in his eyes: "It's called practice makes perfect. How do you know you'll die when you haven't even left the mountain?"

"But Master's divinations have never been wrong." Zhao Yuzhen scratched his head. What Qin Changsheng said did make sense, but this was something Master would never make a mistake with.

"It's human nature to make mistakes. Trust me, I'll find a chance to secretly take you down the mountain to play." Qin Changsheng's expression was like those bad guys who use malt sugar to abduct children. A wicked smile rose at the corner of his mouth. "It's done in secret."

"Ahem, junior brother and Miss Qin." When Wang Yihang came over, he saw Qin Changsheng lying next to his junior brother Zhao Yuzhen's ear, muttering something, and his junior brother nodded in response from time to time.

"Ah! I remember you, the big Taoist master Zhao Yuzhen with a mustache, right?" Qin Changsheng looked up at Wang Yixing who faked coughing twice.

Hearing Qin Changsheng's strange address, Wang Yixing stroked his mustache and turned to look at Feixuan and Li Fansong, who were laughing secretly with their heads down. "Why do you call me that?"

"Zhao Yuzhen is the young Taoist priest, so you are the big Taoist master, Li Fansong is the young Taoist priest's apprentice, and Feixuan is the chubby little Taoist priest." Qin Changsheng gave each person a name that she thought was easy to recognize, jumped up and ran to Feixuan, pinching his chubby face.

"Did you find the little white tiger I asked you to pick up?" Feeling the child's chubby and soft face being kneaded at will in his hands, Qin Changsheng's unhappy mood due to being struck by thunder and having no spiritual power left at all disappeared instantly.

"I...picked it...up." Feixuan answered incoherently because his face was kneaded by Qin Changsheng. In the end, it was Zhao Yuzhen who saved Feixuan's chubby little face and escaped from Qin Changsheng's clutches.