The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

As he was saying this, another explosion could be heard in the distance.

Wu Xin frowned slightly: "Oh? They're moving, heading towards Mu Liang City. Aren't you going to save him?"

Upon hearing the name Mu Liangcheng, Xiao Se trembled, and his outstretched hand slowly clenched.

He lowered his head, letting his face be shrouded in the shadow of his fur collar.

But he managed to squeeze out three cold, hard words.

"I dont go."

Wuxin seemed extremely surprised, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief: "What did you say?"

Xiao Se took a deep breath, his expression showing a hint of indifference, and even a touch of impatience.

"That little idiot won't be taken down so easily."

Perhaps they'll shake off the enemy and come back on their own soon.

Without thinking, he slammed his hand on the table in front of him, as if he were seeing this person for the first time.

"Do you know what you're saying? He's heading towards Mu Liang City now. What if he offends Lone Sword Immortal..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Se, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, stood up, looking somewhat angry.

"Didn't he want to see Lone Sword Immortal?"

Isn't that playing right into his hands?

A faint golden light flashed in Wuxin's eyes as he seemed to be deep in thought.

"Are you troubled? Something's been off since you came back last night."

"Oh? Don't try that on me."

If you want to go after them, go for it yourself.

That idiot promised to help you, but I didn't.

"Very well, I'll take this opportunity to part ways with you."

Wuxin grabbed his hand and tentatively asked, "Are you... scared?"

Xiao Se felt awkward as his secret was exposed and shook off his hand.

"If you want to go, go by yourself. Why are you dragging someone like me who doesn't know martial arts along?"

"But aren't you your companions?"

"Companion? I think you've got it wrong. I only met him by chance, and our relationship was purely based on debt."

Whether he lives or dies, what does it matter to me?

Even if I die, I'll only lose a few hundred taels of silver.

Wuxin seemed somewhat disappointed, shook his head, and had a hint of reminiscence on his face.

“I have been exceptionally talented since childhood. At the age of thirteen, I entered the realm of freedom in martial arts. I remember that I was very excited at that time and asked the old monk if I was the most talented person in the world.”

Annoyed by the questions, the old monk told me that there was a person in Beili who entered the Free Realm at the age of thirteen and entered the Carefree Heaven Realm at the age of seventeen.

The person who truly deserves the title of the number one genius is none other than Xiao Chuhe, the sixth prince of Beili and disciple of the all-knowing scholar of the martial arts world…

However, not long after that, the Langya King case occurred, the four guardians of Tianqi died, and the Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi pointed his sword at the current emperor.

It is said that Xiao Chuhe pleaded for the Prince of Langya, kneeling for three days and three nights, and was ultimately demoted from Tianqi City.

"Enough!" Xiao Se had clearly run out of patience and seemed somewhat hysterical.

"So you're the only one who can tell stories?"

Since you like stories so much, I'll tell one too.

The final battle of the Demonic Sect's Eastern Expedition. The major sects of the Northern Li besieged Ye Dingzhi, the leader of the Demonic Sect, while Wang Rensun of the Tianshan Sect successfully killed him.

Ha, the most ridiculous thing is that this Wang Rensun is Ye Dingzhi's close friend.

Ye Dingzhi arrogantly claimed to be the number one martial arts master in the world, but unexpectedly, he died at the hands of his own brother. It was utterly humiliating!

"I won't use martial arts today, but I'll still teach you a lesson for your foul mouth!"

Zhou Zhen never expected that, having arrived on the wind, he would see Chang Wei beating Lai Fu.

Oh no, Wuxin was beating Xiaose, pinning him to the ground and riding on his body, the beating was very intense.

Chapter 37 The Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang

The White King has descended the mountain.

This trip to Qingcheng Mountain was truly a stroke of good fortune.

When Xiao Chong left, he left behind a promise.

"Senior brother, what exactly did you and the White King agree to?"

He looked extremely happy as he descended the mountain.

Zhao Yuzhen squatted down next to Zhou Zhenhuan, watching Zhou Zhenhuan nod his head like a worm, and couldn't help but push him.

Zhou Zhen's body felt light as a feather, and he plunged headfirst into the sea of ​​clouds.

Zhao Yuzhen was startled.

This is a sheer cliff; even a true immortal would likely fall from here...

But the next moment, he realized that his worries were somewhat unnecessary.

A light, floating paper figure was slowly blown up from the bottom of the cliff by the wind.

"Grandmaster Uncle, what is this?"

Zhao Yuzhen sighed, picked up the paper figure, blew on it hard, and saw the paper figure swell up again, transforming into Zhou Huanzhen's appearance.

This time, however, it seemed it wouldn't last long before it exploded with a bang, turning into scraps of paper.

Zhao Yuzhen smiled bitterly, realizing that her cultivation level was still far behind her senior brother's.

"This is something your great-uncle invented; it's perfect for skipping class."

However, Feixuan, you cannot follow the example of your grandmaster.

Morning and evening classes still need to be attended.

Fei Xuan looked at this supernatural power with great envy: "Grandmaster Uncle, do you know how to do this?"

Zhao Yuzhen honestly shook her head: "He did teach me, but as you can see, I didn't learn it."

That's a real shame.

Speaking of which, where is my grandmaster?

"He probably got bored on the mountain and went down to play."

His ability to stay and deal with the White King instead of running away has exceeded my expectations.

Alright, take Mingyue and Qingfeng back. If we keep fighting, we might not be able to finish eating all the pine nuts on this mountain.

You should also focus on your cultivation these next few days.

"I estimate it won't be long before you descend the mountain."

On a pine tree, two little rabbits clumsily wielded swords, battling a group of squirrels in a fierce and intense battle.

Countless pine needles and pine cones fell to the ground with a soft rustling sound.

Zhao Yuzhen looked up and could see those distorted sword moves, which had a certain Taoist naturalness and a return to simplicity.

Even the rabbits my senior brother raises are of the highest quality.

Feixuan was puzzled: "Go down the mountain? I have to go down the mountain too?"

"Well, it's time for you and Fan Song to go down the mountain for a walk."

Didn't your grandmaster say that?

Those who cultivate the Tao must temper their hearts in the mortal world.

Because the mortal world is also part of the natural order.

As human beings, we must experience the hustle and bustle of the world to truly feel human.

Otherwise, one would be neither human nor immortal, truly the most awkward existence in the world.

Feixuan seemed to understand, but he still kept those words firmly in mind.

"Was that grandmaster master an immortal?"

"Him? Of course not. He once told me that no matter what people say about me being a sword immortal, I myself can never consider myself an immortal."

I'm saying this to you today as well.

Feixuan still didn't understand: "Then what is an immortal?"

This time, Zhao Yuzhen's face showed a look of nostalgia: "Back then, your grandmaster and I were about the same age as you. He said, what's so great about being an immortal? You're just a stone, a piece of ice. Anyone who wants to be one can become one."

Alright, stop asking, go now.

Feixuan obediently responded and whistled. The two rabbits immediately jumped onto Feixuan's shoulders like victorious generals, brandishing their swords triumphantly. This angered the squirrels, who threw pine cones even more frantically.

Feixuan covered his head and ran away like a rat, while the two rabbits jumped around, making incessant gurgling noises, no one knew what they were cursing.

"Serves you right for talking too much and having a foul mouth!"

As it turns out, the most powerful weapon in the world is indeed the mouth.

Even a genius as rare as Wu Xin Xiao Se couldn't help but lose his composure in a verbal dispute.

Zhou Huanzhen, enveloped in a gentle breeze, blended into the天地 (heaven and earth) and did not appear, watching with great interest.

Conflicts between men are often easier to resolve.

An argument, a fight—once it's over, it's over.

Wu Xin sat on the ground next to Xiao Se, panting heavily.

“I think I was wrong. I am just a naughty little monk from Hanshui Temple, and you are just the desolation of Xueluo Manor.”

No matter what, Lei Wujie only comes here because of me.

I have to bring him back.

Regardless of Xiao Se's reaction, Wu Xin leaped up and quickly disappeared from sight.

Zhou Zhenhuan looked at Xiao Se, who had fallen to the ground again, his face full of dejection, and sighed softly.

He knew that Xiao Se harbored a demon within his heart.

However, this inner demon stemmed from a misunderstanding.

In the case of the Prince of Langya, Xiao Chuhe was demoted to a commoner. On his way out of Tianqi, he was intercepted by a mysterious expert.

And that's how he got all these injuries.

Xiao Se always believed that the person who injured him back then was the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang.

That's why she was so resistant to Mu Liangcheng and Gu Jianxian.

In Zhou Zhenhuan's view, this has left a shadow in the child's heart.

"The Xiao Chuhe I know is not someone who can't handle things."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xiao's performance today was so disappointing.

If a mere lone swordsman makes you back down and hesitate.

How can you expect to get back what you want?

Xiao Se heard a faint voice in his ear, and suddenly sat up, looking around. He saw the wind carrying leaves down in a flurry, but he couldn't see anyone.

"Senior Zhou?"

Xiao Se frowned.

"Could it be an illusion? Didn't Senior Zhou already return to Qingcheng Mountain? Master mentioned this matter last night."

It must be that Wuxin guy; he used the Mind Demon Summoning Technique on me before.