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

So you came to the Western Regions for him too?

Zhou Huanzhen's gaze fell on a luxurious carriage in the distance.

Tang Lian and Tian Nv Rui sat in the carriage, along with Wu Chan, who was driving it.

Behind the carriage was Sikong Qianluo, dressed in yellow, holding a spear and riding a horse.

It seems that Snowmoon City still hasn't been able to keep this young lady contained.

She secretly ran away again.

"I came here simply because I wanted to."

After spending too much time in the mountains, I always want to see the world around me.

Look at the scenery and the people of this world.

But that little monk just happened to catch my eye.

"Is this what Qingcheng intends to do?"

"No, this is what I mean. Why do you always like to associate me with Qingcheng?"

I am who I am, and Qingcheng is Qingcheng.

I don't care what Qingcheng does; that's my junior brother's business.

What I do is none of Qingcheng's business.

"Oh? What if one day, the Dao Sword Immortal finds himself in the same predicament?"

Zhou Huanzhen chuckled and said, "He won't. Besides, if that day ever comes, every single one of those who bullied him will have to try my sword."

And you? For whom does your three-foot-long sword flourish?

For that junior sister in the palace?

Or is it your adopted son?

Or perhaps, from beginning to end, it was all because of your unfulfilled desire?

Zhou Zhenhuan's question remained unanswered.

And he doesn't seem to need that answer.

Zhou Zhenhuan left, just as suddenly as he came.

Once the people were seen and the wine was drunk, the excitement wore off.

Even the renowned Lone Sword Immortal was just an old otaku, as ordinary as could be.

Luo Qingyang watched his figure disappear, only a slightly longing voice echoing in the wind.

"Back then, when Ye Dingzhi snatched the bride, you, Baili Dongjun, and Sikong Changfeng fought your way out."

Brotherhood and youthful passion—it's truly captivating.

This time, Luo Qingyang was lost in thought for the first time. Standing in the wind, he was as lonely as a statue, speechless for a long time.

One person is a city.

A city buries a person.

Who can tell clearly?

Chapter 39 Intelligent People

"My senior brother is really something. He thinks that sending me back to Snowmoon City will make me obediently submit?"

Hmph? Who am I?

I am Sikong Qianluo, the young lady of Snow Moon City.

Cough cough... Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! What a lousy place! It's all sand!

Sikong Qianluo looked somewhat listless, and her lips were already dry and cracked.

She touched the water pouch at her waist, shook it, listened to the sounds inside, and sighed helplessly.

"If I had known I was going to come to this godforsaken place, I should have brought a truckload of water."

"Oh? As expected of Miss Sikong, she deserves such a grand display."

Look at the people of Wushuang City, a large group of people, each on horseback, surrounded by followers, it's quite a lively scene.

Your Snowmoon City is no match for them.

Neither the eldest disciple, Tang Lian, nor the young lady herself had a single attendant.

A soft laugh suddenly rang in Sikong Qianluo's ears, startling her.

The horse beneath him trotted listlessly, as if it might collapse at any moment.

But when she looked around, all she saw was rolling yellow sand; there wasn't a single person in sight.

Sikong Qianlu felt a chill run down her spine. Then, as if she had just thought of something, she pouted.

"Senior Zhou, it's not enough that you teased me once, you have to tease me a second time?"

I know it's you, come out now.

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed heartily but did not appear. Sikong Qianluo only felt a gentle breeze pass by her side, and the world spun around her instantly.

When they came to their senses, they found themselves in an oasis.

There are three thatched houses here, and although the trees are not lush, they still offer some greenery.

Zhou Zhen was sitting at a wooden table, holding a greasy chicken leg in his hand.

In front of him were two jars.

Upon seeing this, Sikong Qianluo's eyes lit up, and she quickly pounced over.

Without paying any attention to etiquette, he grabbed the jar, smelled it, then tilted his head back and gulped down several mouthfuls before finally catching his breath.

"That felt great! Absolutely great!"

Zhou Zhen shook his head, gesturing for her to sit down, and then handed her the chicken leg.

"How did the dignified Miss Sikong end up in such a sorry state?"

Sikong Qianluo took a vicious bite of the chicken leg before mumbling, "It's all my senior brother's fault, and my father's too."

Hmph, when they were my age, they had already made a great name for themselves in the martial arts world.

But they always treat me like a child.

People always say that the world is dangerous and the outside world is treacherous.

Of course I know the world is dangerous.

But how can one achieve great things without venturing out and making a name for oneself?

Zhou Zhenhuan couldn't help but laugh when he saw the little girl eating with her mouth full of oil and still talking so confidently.

"That makes sense."

Seemingly receiving recognition for the first time, Sikong Qianluo was overjoyed.

"Hello, senior. But what are you doing here?"

"You didn't go with your senior brothers?"

Zhou Zhen scratched his chin, fiddling with the cup in front of him listlessly, and pointed to the empty space next to him.

"Not long ago, Wuxin and Xiaose got into a fight here, and Wuxin ended up with a black eye and a swollen face."

He then pointed to the woods not far away.

"Not long before, over there, Lei Wujie got into a fight and almost got killed."

Xiao Se impersonated the Lone Sword Immortal and put on a good show.

Sikong Qianluo suddenly felt that the chicken leg didn't taste good anymore, and her eyes widened.

"There's something so fun about this. Humph, it's all Father's fault."

Wait a minute, where's my senior brother?

Wasn't he chasing after Wuxin and the others all the way here?

"Yes, he must have gone the wrong way. Your senior brother is already in the territory of Khotan."

Sikong Qianluo burped and looked at Zhou Zhenhuan somewhat embarrassedly, but Zhou Zhenhuan unexpectedly handed her another bright red apple.

"Eat slowly, there's no rush."

"Thank you, senior."

Did Wuxin capture Xiao Se and Lei Wujie to bring them to the Kingdom of Khotan?

Sikong Qianluo took the apple and finally acted somewhat like a lady, eating it in small bites.

Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "I thought you came with your senior brother, but it seems that's not the case."

Sikong Qianlu shook her head: "No, I deduced it by following the direction of my senior uncle's message. I don't know exactly where it is."

"You're really brave."

"Your father must be worried sick about you running away."

Zhou Huanzhen's heart stirred, and she slightly curled the corners of her lips.

They were extremely anxious, for the Gun Immortal had already entered the Western Regions.

Although he didn't come here specifically for this little girl.

"A true hero of the martial world should be this bold. However, I was somewhat careless and left in a hurry, unprepared. I have made a fool of myself in front of you, senior."

After all, it's quite inappropriate for a bright-eyed, beautiful young girl to have become like this.

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed heartily: "It's alright, I didn't mean to laugh at you."

Sikong Qianluo finished the apple with a smile. At first, she didn't feel anything, but now that she relaxed, she suddenly felt a wave of fatigue wash over her.

"Senior, are you also going to Khotan?"

Zhou Zhen nodded and, seeing her expression, said, "There's a pond not far ahead; you can go wash up there."

We'll set off after you've rested.

Don't worry, with me here, there will be no danger whatsoever.

Sikong Qianlu waved her hand casually: "Of course I trust you, senior."

He stretched and then staggered toward the pond.

An inn within the territory of the Kingdom of Khotan.

Tsukihime leaned against the second-floor window, peering outside.

The Marquis of the Underworld sat on a chair to the side, mending a garment in his hands.

If others saw this, they would be absolutely shocked.

Surprisingly, even the mighty Lord of the Underworld is quite skilled at needlework.

Tsukihime had no idea how many times she had sighed.

She shrank back, removed the veil from her ears, revealing a cool and beautiful face.

"Idiot, do you think Xiao Se and his gang might have been captured and taken back by the Longbow Chasing Wings?"

Several days have passed, and there's still no sign of them.

The Marquis of the Underworld bit the thread with his teeth, lifted the garment to examine it, and then put the needle and thread away.

"It shouldn't be the case. With that monk's unorthodox methods, even if he were surrounded, he could still break through."

Moreover, the firearms of that Lei family kid are most suitable for group battles.

Perhaps I was held up by other things.

Tsukihime nodded, acknowledging his statement.

"Actually, I still don't understand why you helped Xiao Chuhe."