Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

We followed the young Taoist priest around the temple's courtyard wall to the back mountain.

The young Taoist priest pointed to the path, smiled at Chu Chen, and turned to leave.

Damn, it seems this little Taoist priest has taken advantage of this Qingxuan Taoist to make a lot of money.

They've got all sorts of sophisticated business procedures.

Chu Chen ignored the young Taoist priest and instead carried the two bottles of liquor toward the path.

On the hill behind the Taoist temple, a young man was snoring on a large tree.

Completely unaware of Chu Chen's hasty arrival.

"May I ask if it is Daoist Qingxuan present?"

Chu Chen shouted loudly at the figure in the tree.

After a long while, all that answered him was a long snoring sound.

Chu Chen walked to the tree and looked up. He saw the figure lying on the tree with a gourd of wine hanging from his waist.

Dressed in blue, with his black hair hanging down, he looked exactly like a drunkard.

Holy crap, is this legendary ninth-rank master just a drunkard?

No matter how Chu Chen called out, the wine bottle in the tree did not respond at all.

Chu Chen was so angry that he almost pulled out his pistol, but then he remembered that they were right behind the Taoist temple and he was afraid of attracting a beating, so he put the gun away.

The drunkard was as if he were dead; Chu Chen remembered scratching his head and cheeks.

Immediately, he came up with a solution.

He picked up a bottle of liquor and smashed it against a stone on the ground.

In an instant, the aroma of wine spread.

Just as Chu Chen was secretly wondering if this thing could wake up the drunkard on top of it...

Looking up, I couldn't see that figure anywhere.

"Holy crap, the drunkard disappeared?"

"Whose spendthrift son are you? How can you waste such fine wine?"

Before Chu Chen could turn around to look in the direction of the sound, a sharp sword was already pressed against his neck.

Chu Chen was filled with mixed feelings of joy and worry. He was happy because this unpredictable person was undoubtedly a master.

The worry is that we don't know what kind of person this is. What if he slits my throat with a sword? Where can I go to seek justice then?

"Holy crap, are you a ghost? It's just a bottle of wine, why are you holding a knife to my throat?"

These words practically slipped out, and he regretted them as soon as he said them. You drunkard, please don't take it personally.

So, on a whim, he twisted open another bottle of wine and pretended to pour it over.

But in an instant, his hands were empty.

Suddenly his neck loosened, and the longsword vanished without a trace.

Looking up, I saw the drunkard grab a bottle and start chugging it right there in the tree.

Chu Chen's face twitched at the sight. This was 53-proof Erguotou, and they were drinking it like that.

Only when the bottle was empty did the figure leap down from the tree and arrive in front of Chu Chen.

"Who are you? Why do you have such fine wine? And what business do you have with me?"

Don't Taoist priests all refer to themselves as "poor Taoist priests"?

When did people start referring to themselves as "Laozi"?

However, he dared not be negligent in the slightest: "You drunkard... Bah, Daoist Qingxuan, I have come here only to deliver wine, nothing else."

“Speak properly. You’re clearly a rude person, yet you act all refined. It’s disgusting. Tell me, what do you want me to do?”

Holy crap, this guy really is a Taoist priest. This completely changed Chu Chen's understanding of Taoist priests.

So he grew bolder: "You drunkard, I heard you're a ninth-rank master. I have no other purpose than to make friends. By the way, I'd like to invite you to stay at my house for a while."

"Damn, this sounds much better."

After hearing this, Daoist Qingxuan laughed and continued.

"However, this wine alone is not enough for me to protect you. Either you defeat me, or you take a sword strike from me."

Holy crap, has this drunkard gone mad? He'd take a sword strike or a bullet from you, that's about it.

So he quickly said, "I don't know martial arts, let's try something else."

"Uh, you're a weakling. So tell me, what are you good at?"

Without a second thought, Chu Chen replied, "Hidden weapons..."

"Oh ho, a hidden weapon? What kind of hidden weapon?"

"Six Meridian Divine Sword..."

Chu Chen's mouth was always full of words, and he would just blurt them out.

Qingxuan Daoist seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. Six Meridians Divine Sword, and someone dares to call himself a divine sword.

"I have practiced swordsmanship for many years, and I believe that in this Great Xia, there are only a handful of people who can defeat me. How dare you call yourself a divine swordsman?"

After saying that, he got into a fighting stance, ready to make a move at any moment.

Startled, Chu Chen jumped behind a big tree.

"You drunkard, when I unleash this divine sword, people will die. Don't push me."

As soon as Chu Chen said those words, he naturally raised his hand.

The loaded pistol hidden in his sleeve was pointed at the Qingxuan Daoist in front of him.

What if this drunkard suddenly turns on you and stabs you in the back? Where can you go to seek justice then?

"Hmph, if it's so powerful, why not give it a try?"

"Drunkard, seriously, this is no joke, it can really kill people."

"I don't believe you, take this!" With that, Daoist Qingxuan drew his sword and charged towards Chu Chen.

Extremely fast.

"Go to hell, are you serious?" Chu Chen instinctively pulled the trigger.

With a loud crash, Qingxuan Daoist's sword snapped in two, and he staggered back a few steps.

The two looked at each other in surprise.

"I have witnessed the existence of such a fast and powerful hidden weapon in this world."

Qingxuan Daoist sheathed the broken sword behind his back, shook his hand which was numb from the shock, and said with an air of superiority.

Chu Chen was also terrified; this drunkard could actually dodge bullets.

Despite his surprise, he remained calm and said, "Master Qingxuan's skill is profound. You are the first person in the world to be able to dodge Laozi's... hidden weapon. I admire you."

"Alright, don't call me Daoist Qingxuan anymore. I think that drunkard is pretty good. I like him. What should I call you, kid?"

"My name is Chu Chen, and I am from Mashan Village, Qingniu Town."

Chu Chen stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said...

"Chu Chen, not a bad name. From now on, I'll call you Er Shazi. You want me to go to your Mashan Village?"

Go to hell, you're the idiot, your whole family are idiots.

But you can't afford to offend a drunkard who'll draw his sword at the slightest provocation.

He chuckled and said, "That's right. Mashan Village is a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery, with simple and honest folk customs. I'm just bored, so I'd like to invite you to stay at my place for a while. I believe you'll love it there."

"Is there any more of that wine?"

"Once we arrive at Mashan Village, there's plenty to go around!"

How often do you go into town?

"You can do it anytime you want."

"Hahaha, since you're so sincere, you idiot, I'll go check it out. Lead the way."

Holy crap, is this your house? I'll lead the way. Besides, don't you even bother to tidy up?

However, Chu Chen said nothing and led Qingxuan Daoist down the mountain.

He walked straight to the van, opened the door, stepped on the gas, and headed towards Qingyun City.

The drunkard, however, panicked with fear...