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

Moreover, the Underworld Lord was showing signs of a breakthrough.

Indeed, once the inner demons were eradicated, the mind became clear and bright.

"So, I took my handwritten note and went to a place."

Tsukihime was somewhat surprised: "Where does the master want us to go?"

"Kenshinzuka."

Chapter 50 Can You Still Lift Your Knife?

Zhou Zhenhuan left Dafanyin Temple, but the matter there was not yet resolved.

"I've thought about it countless times: if you come to kill me, what can I do?"

I once asked Wangyou, and he said that everything in the world has a cause and effect.

Now that you've come, I've finally understood.

All I can do is hand you the knife.

Wang Rensun sat cross-legged on the ground, offering his neck for execution.

Wuxin stared at his face for a long time.

This face is full of vicissitudes, marked by the passage of time.

He said, "You are much, much older than I imagined. Only twelve years have passed, but you look like an old man on his deathbed."

I remember when I was five years old, I always liked to ride on your shoulders and pull your beard.

Your figure is so tall, it seems you could reach out and touch the sky above.

I also remember that year, you were a peerless hero, just like my father, wielding the Shattering Void Blade with unparalleled skill.

I kept insisting that I wanted to learn, but you just said I was too young to hold a knife. In the end, you couldn't persuade me otherwise, so you made me a wooden knife yourself.

That was the best gift I've ever received in my life.

Upon hearing this, Wang Rensun's face was filled with reminiscence and his eyes were misty with tears.

Back then, a group of people were in their prime, which seems like a very distant dream.

When he woke up, all those companions who used to drink heavily, eat heartily, sing songs, criticize current affairs, and discuss national affairs were now just him.

He has lived a lonely life all these years.

Wu Xin sighed, but the look in his eyes suddenly turned cold and sharp.

"I often feel pain because I have too good a memory."

If I didn't remember these things, if I could forget what happened that time, perhaps the old monk wouldn't have died, and perhaps I would still be just a naughty little monk at Hanshui Temple.

I will travel the world with the old monk and watch the world go by.

They might also ring the morning bell and evening drum, and perhaps hide the wooden fish so the old monk can't find it.

But the old monk had a very good temper and would usually not get angry; he would just laugh and say I was naughty.

But I just can't forget it; I remember it all.

I remember that year, you betrayed my father!

Wu Xin's tone suddenly rose a few decibels, his gentle voice mixed with a whistling sound, making it sound sharp and piercing.

Wang Rensun closed his eyes, and tears streamed down his face.

He offered no explanation, but simply waited quietly, awaiting the satisfying blow of revenge.

He'd already had enough of living.

He was simply trying to repay a debt he had accumulated in this lifetime.

He could have ended his own life.

But he couldn't; the fate of his later life was not something he could decide for himself.

Unexpectedly, Wuxin took a breath, seemingly trying to calm himself down.

He said softly, "I won't kill you."

Wang Rensun opened his eyes, his gaze calm.

"I'd rather you killed me, because if you don't, it means something even more troublesome is coming my way."

Wu Xin shook his head: "No, this is not troublesome. I need you to perform a Buddhist ritual for the old monk."

Wang Rensun was greatly surprised and laughed self-deprecatingly: "You've seen it too. I've spent my whole life drinking, eating meat, and killing people. I'm just a fake monk. I've never recited a single scripture, so how could I know how to perform any rituals?"

“I don’t just want you; I want the entire Dafanyin Temple, at least three hundred monks.”

As the old monk's only remaining close friend, I think he would be very happy if you were to preside over the ceremony.

Wang Rensun was silent for a moment before nodding: "Okay!"

"In addition, there is one more thing."

Before this, I saw you sitting and drinking with Senior Zhou.

I'm curious, what did he say to you?

Wang Rensun was a little confused and scratched his head: "You mean that mysterious Taoist priest?"

"Yes, it's him."

"He... asked me a question. But I can't tell you the answer to that question."

A mocking glint flashed across Wuxin's face: "You're not even afraid of death, so what are you afraid of?"

Wang Rensun sighed, slowly shook his head, and kept his mouth shut, much like his senior brother, Venerable Falan.

"Never mind, it was just a moment of curiosity on my part. If I don't want to say, then I won't."

I hope you will do your best in handling the matter and do so as soon as possible.

I'm afraid my time is running out.

Upon hearing this, Wang Rensun trembled, slowly clenched his fist, and looked at Wuxin as if he had made up his mind.

That strange Taoist priest did indeed ask him a question.

He asked: "Can your knife really kill Ye Dingzhi?"

The Demonic Cult's Eastern Expedition, to put it bluntly, is just a story of a man's anger for the sake of a woman.

In the end, Ye Dingzhi had no choice but to die.

This was due to many factors. Even though he was injured in his final battle with Baili Dongjun, he was still Ye Dingzhi.

Not just anyone can kill him.

But he died, killed by the crucial strike of the Shattering Void Blade.

Ye Dingzhi knew he had to die, so he fulfilled his friend's wish.

The North needs heroes, so here is your chance to be one.

But being a hero isn't easy; the price is carrying a lifetime of guilt.

That mysterious Taoist priest clearly knew about the past.

So he asked, "Can your knife really kill Ye Dingzhi?"

Before he left, he asked one last question: "Can you still lift your knife?"

In the martial arts world of Beili, some want to cripple the little monk's martial arts, some want to imprison him, and some want to control him.

The only one who didn't think about protecting him was...

If you can still lift your knife, go protect him.

As the son of an old friend, I should at least call you uncle.

Wang Rensun didn't understand and couldn't figure it out, so he asked directly, "What exactly do you want to do?"

The Taoist priest stretched and got up: "Don't you think this martial world would be very boring without the little monk?"

I just wish this world could be a little more lively.

Furthermore, the twelve-year period for the agreement to lock the mountains and rivers has already passed, but there are always people in the Northern Jianghu who want to go back on their word.

This is meant to give the younger generation a chance to grow, but as seniors, we should always support them for a while.

Let them walk more steadily and go further.

It's another moonlit night, and seeing you makes me miss home even more.

On the city wall of Muliang City, the Lone Sword Immortal was drinking with someone.

The person drinking with him was the current prince of the Northern Li royal family, the Crimson King Xiao Yu.

"Father, Mother asked me to give her my regards."

My mother is doing well lately, but the old man hasn't visited her palace in a long time.

It's usually quiet and deserted.

But don't worry, it won't be long before Mother is free.

"Once I reach that position, I will be in charge of the entire world."

Luo Qingyang nodded, took the wine Xiao Yu handed him, and drank it all in one gulp.

But I felt that this wine was somewhat lacking in flavor compared to the wine of that wicked sage.

"Some things have happened in the palace recently. Not long ago, the White King went to Qingcheng and returned in a bad mood, closing his doors to guests for a few days."

It seems there was a major unpleasantness between them and Qingcheng Mountain.

Many of the court officials have now joined my camp.

If the White King weren't blind, I have to admit, he would have a better chance of winning.

Upon hearing this, Luo Qingyang frowned: "The White King went to Qingcheng? Did he see that carefree immortal?"

Chapter 51 Two Gods Travel to Qingcheng

To roam the world freely—every young person has dreamed of that.

Including Luo Qingyang.

The young man, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, lived a life of unbridled joy and sorrow.

Several like-minded friends, in the end, either died or scattered.

Who has truly found true freedom?

If someone had told Luo Qingyang before that there were people in the world who could live a carefree life, he certainly wouldn't have believed it.

He even felt that the person was making fun of him, and thought he could just kill him with a single sword stroke.

But now he knows that there really are immortals in this world, truly carefree immortals.

He had never seen anyone behave so strangely.

Many people come to visit him.

But those people either wanted the sword and wanted to become his apprentices.

Or they may have various other purposes.

But that person was different.

He came not because of the title "Lone Sword Immortal," but simply because he wanted to meet a man named Luo Qingyang and have a drink with him.

Once the drinks were finished and the fun was over, they left immediately.

He might even deliberately bring his apprentice to hang around in front of you just to see you embarrassed.

Then, in a very malicious manner, he pointed it out to his disciple: "Look, this person is Lone Sword Immortal. You should call him Uncle."

At that moment, Lone Sword Immortal felt like he had become the most beautiful courtesan in a brothel, as if his title was only for showing off in front of his disciples.

Look, I know someone called Lone Sword Immortal, what a prestigious name.