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

Why would such a celestial being be so concerned about a deposed Prince Yong'an?

The Marquis of the Underworld held the clothes up to her, nodded in satisfaction, and then said, "Perhaps you just find it amusing."

Tsukihime paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something.

She giggled.

"I shouldn't have called you a fool. It turns out that the person who understands you best in this world is you."

The Marquis of the Underworld was somewhat puzzled, but seeing her happy made him happy too, so he followed suit.

Perhaps, sir, truly found it interesting, which is why he wandered the world.

Chapter 40 I, Zhou Huanzhen, just want to show off my disciple.

An ancient road, a west wind, a lean horse; a heartbroken traveler in the desolate city.

Zhou Zhenhuan lay on the golden lion that looked like a real thing, fiddling with a peach blossom in his hand.

The peach blossoms were in full bloom, and even the petals were covered with dewdrops.

Sikong Qianlu changed into the clothes of a young Taoist disciple; of course, the clothes were provided by Zhou Huanzhen.

It looked quite fitting, and the young lady of Snow Moon City transformed into a handsome young Taoist disciple.

At this moment, riding his now-energized steed, he slowly followed beside Zhou Zhenhuan.

Sikong Qianluo found this outfit quite interesting.

"Master, look at that person, he looks so lonely."

The young Taoist nun ultimately couldn't escape Zhou Zhenhuan's clutches. When Zhou Zhenhuan asked her if she was willing to become his disciple, Sikong Qianluo didn't hesitate and immediately knelt down, performing the formal ceremony of becoming his disciple.

Although it was without her father's consent and without any elders as witnesses.

But, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, the Gun Immortal has already arrived. If he disagrees, we might have to persuade him with virtue.

Everyone says that of all the spear techniques in the world, he alone possesses eight-tenths of the skill.

But Zhou really felt that even if a gun was used, it would still convince him.

Is there anyone in the world more reasonable than myself?

Even the dignified Dao Sword Immortal has to call his senior brother the most reasonable person. Although he always likes to take action when he's trying to reason, it's undeniable that his reasoning always has some merit.

My junior brother is a good junior brother, well-behaved and obedient, he's practically everyone's dream junior brother.

Zhou Huanzhen, accompanied by Sikong Qianluo, who had just become a young Taoist disciple, swaggered through Muliang City.

The little girl didn't seem to know the location of Mu Liang City, nor did she know that this was Mu Liang City.

She saw only one person standing alone on the city wall, facing what seemed to be Tianqi City, and let out a heartfelt sigh.

Zhou Zhenhuan sat up from the lion, laughed heartily, and deliberately led Sikong Qianluo around the city wall twice.

The Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang's face darkened; the character of this enlightened master was truly wicked.

"Brother Luo, look at my newly accepted disciple."

Luo Qingyang angrily pressed down on the sword hilt.

"Come on, Qianluo, say hello to Uncle Luo."

Sikong Qianluo was stunned for a moment: "Uncle Luo? He is..."

"The Lone Sword Immortal, Luo Qingyang, has been a longtime friend of your father and your senior uncle."

Calling someone "uncle" won't hurt you.

Sikong Qianluo was stunned, looking at her cheap master in disbelief.

"He...he is the Lone Sword Immortal?"

Doesn't it look like it?

Sikong Qianluo was both amused and exasperated by Zhou Zhenhuan's reply, and quickly dismounted.

"Junior Sikong Qianluo of Xueyue City greets Lone Sword Immortal."

Luo Qingyang remained silent for a moment before speaking, "How has your father been lately?"

"Father is always well."

Luo Qingyang fell silent again, glaring angrily at Zhou Zhenhuan, who was watching the show from the side.

That's appalling, absolutely appalling.

He was certain that this person was deliberately trying to provoke him.

He said a lot of hurtful things before, and now he's bringing his old friend's daughter to show off.

It's truly... hateful and infuriating!

But he was no match for him, nor could he draw his sword!

"Give my regards to your father!"

After saying that, Luo Qingyang waved his sleeve and jumped off the city wall, thus avoiding seeing the danger.

"Master, you and Lone Sword Immortal, you two, fought?"

Judging from his appearance, it must be that his cheap master had bullied him.

Sikong Qianluo suddenly felt like laughing, as if she had gotten a great deal.

However, thinking back to how he had teased her when they first met, she realized that her master's personality was exactly to her liking.

Otherwise, if it were someone else, or a serious, earnest, and unsmiling old man, wouldn't he be bored to death every day?

She seemed to have already foreseen that her future path in the martial arts world would be full of excitement and variety.

"What are you fighting for? You're a girl, don't be thinking about fighting and killing all the time."

Your master will teach you a principle that applies everywhere.

"Huh? What is it?"

"The martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions!"

Look, you are now my disciple, Zhou Zhenhuan. So when you travel the world, people will naturally not do anything to you when they hear this name.

Because they know that I, the humble Taoist priest, am standing behind you.

As for me, I am someone they cannot afford to offend.

Therefore, they will treat you very politely.

If it were someone else, roaming the world without a powerful backer or powerful connections, then being killed wouldn't be a big deal.

The principle was not profound, and Sikong Qianluo seemed to be deep in thought.

"Silly girl, stop thinking about it, let's go."

Since even the Lone Sword Immortal is no longer looking towards the heavens, it's time for us to go.

You might run into your senior brother tonight.

"Yes, Master. Master, should I learn to be a lion in the future?"

"Of course, I know a lot, and you can learn whatever you want."

However, mastering the Taiyi Lion Technique is not so easy.

You have a junior disciple who is eight years old this year and has a deep affinity with Taoism.

He has already cultivated the Taiyi Lion Technique to the minor completion stage.

Moreover, they had only recently entered the Realm of Freedom.

Sikong Qianluo, who thought herself a martial arts genius, almost fell off her horse after hearing this.

"Eight years old? In the Free and Easy Realm?"

"That's right. Although your affinity with the Dao is average, you have a good master."

Your master is not only proficient in Taoist magic, but also in various weapons.

You don't need to worry about not having anything to learn as you practice both Taoism and martial arts at Qingcheng Mountain.

I've heard that your grand-uncle, Baili Dongjun, is also a martial arts genius. I must meet him if I have the chance.

Among all the immortals in the world, Baili Dongjun is a rather special one.

Because this person's most powerful weapon is not swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, or forks, but himself.

Any weapon that falls into his hands becomes a weapon he excels at.

In Zhou Zhenhuan's view, Baili Dongjun was a complete master of body cultivation.

Unfortunately, like the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, Baili Dongjun had an inner demon that he could not sever.

If they can eliminate their inner demons, they can break through to the Divine Realm and enter the Divine Realm. These are all top experts who have reached the half-step Divine Realm.

So there are no immortals in this world.

They're all just ordinary people.

Sikong Qianluo wasn't worried about whether she had anything to learn.

After all, the person in front of her was the strongest person she had ever seen.

The magnificent scene of Meirenzhuang splitting the sky with a single sword that day is still vivid in my mind.

It's a pity that she cultivated spear energy, and although she gained some insights, they weren't many.

"Wow, this is Khotan?"

These people's clothes are completely different from ours.

So many monks!

"Hey, monk, what are you looking for here?"

Lei Wujie was carrying a watermelon and darting around the street.

The climate here is completely different from that of the North.

Wuxin seemed uninterested in anything here, and upon hearing this, he simply smiled and said, "I've come to see a family friend."

"Family friends? Old acquaintances?"

You're about my age, how come you have friends so far away?

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Wuxin's eyes: "Yes, I'll ask him too, why did he come all the way here? I guess he did something wrong."

Chapter 41 Question: How good is Wushuang's memory?

"Master Wuchan, why are you not leaving?"

The luxurious carriage stopped outside a temple outside the city of Khotan.

However, this is an abandoned temple, and it looks quite old.

The temple's original name is long forgotten, but now it is labeled as Kowloon Temple.

Several monks were sweeping the courtyard.

Tian Nv Rui opened the car door and asked a question.

Wu Chan's expression was complicated: "The people from Jiulong Temple arrived before us; they're just ahead."

Perhaps we should go and meet with them.

Tian Nu Rui was slightly taken aback and turned to look at Tang Lian.

Tang Lian was also somewhat surprised. She climbed out of the carriage and looked up at the stars in the sky.

"If they really are from Kowloon Temple, then we should naturally meet them."

Our mission was to take Wuxin to Jiulong Temple.

Now that the mission has failed, we should apologize to Kowloon Temple.