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

Countless people throughout the world yearn to become disciples of Qingcheng Sect, let alone the unparalleled immortal, the number one immortal in the land.

Zhao Yuzhen gave a dry laugh: "My senior brother doesn't deserve this title."

Baili Dongjun shook his head and said seriously, "He certainly deserves it. To be honest, I secretly went to your Qingcheng and saw that sword monument. Even I can only comprehend a trace of the sword intent on it."

Brother Zhou is a true immortal of this world. Others might hide their secrets for fear of being coveted, but Brother Zhou has placed the Great Dao at the foot of the mountain, open for anyone to observe and comprehend. Such magnanimity is unmatched even by those a hundred miles away.

"Alright, Senior Brother Zhou is naturally a true immortal reborn."

Get to the point, what happened next?

Baili Dongjun sighed, seemingly with some regret.

"Because Wuxin's father had killed his master, Zen Master Dajue harbored murderous intent towards the young monk and became possessed by a demon."

For some unknown reason, at the crucial moment, he suddenly realized his mistake, crippled himself, and said that with a knife in hand, the desire to kill arose spontaneously. From then on, he would just devote himself to Buddhism.

However, Wuxin was greatly stimulated by his actions and realized that one can become a Buddha or a demon in an instant. All the secret techniques of the Rakshasa Hall were destroyed, but he gained the six supernatural powers of Buddhism. Now no one doubts that this child is a demon.

It was at this time that the people from Wushuang City appeared.

As I mentioned before, a genius has emerged in Wushuang City, the young man acknowledged by the Wushuang Sword Box.

This time, however, he was able to wield six flying swords.

This child should be considered the foremost among the younger generation of disciples. Wushuang City is truly fortunate to have found such a promising talent.

Using their sword control techniques, Wuxin, Qianluo, and the others were no match for them, but then Tang Lian intervened.

"Tang Lian? His strength is probably no match for that monk Wuxin, is it?"

Baili Dongjun glanced at Zhao Yuzhen with a complicated expression: "Under normal circumstances, he is indeed no match for him. But he does have a peach wood sword given to him by Brother Zhou."

With a single sword strike, the sword energy soared into the sky, shattering the sands of the vast desert for miles around and completely destroying the peerless sword sheath.

Chapter 56 Farewell

The vast desert, a sea of ​​yellow sand stretching for thousands of miles.

The people of Kowloon Gate took the Great Enlightenment Zen Master, who had attained great enlightenment and whose Buddhist teachings were boundless, back with him, but who did not have many days left to live.

They came carrying old grudges, and left with the sunset glow filling the sky.

The Great Enlightenment Zen Master is over seventy years old. Now that he has lost all his power, he is just an old man on his deathbed.

On the contrary, King Rensun of the Shattering Void Blade was much stronger than him.

At least, he can still wield a knife.

The appearance of the Gun Immortal Sikong Changfeng confirmed the fact that Wuxin, the current head of the Outer Heaven, had to leave.

Getting this young monk to leave Beili caused quite a bit of trouble.

Beneath the yellow sands of the Western Regions, countless corpses lie buried.

Wuxin naturally didn't want to leave, but he had no choice but to go.

"You don't need to follow me, and I don't need your protection."

Given your status and position, if you were to go to the Outer Heavens, I'm afraid you'd be beheaded without my permission.

Wuxin was accompanied by the White-Haired Immortal, who was staring at the Shattering Void Blade. If Wuxin hadn't stopped him, he might have already been torn to shreds by the White-Haired Immortal's violent sword energy.

Wang Rensun chuckled and strapped the knife to his back.

"The world is so big, I can go wherever I want without having to care about other people's opinions."

I've just had enough of the sand in this Western Regions and want to see other scenery.

"If you can go to the outer heavens, so can I, Wang Rensun."

Wu Xin sighed: "Why did you do this? I'm safe now. With Uncle Mo here and the Gun Immortal personally escorting me, who in the world can hurt me?"

Even the emperor of Beili now would probably be hoping I leave as soon as possible.

Wang Rensun was silent for a moment, then heard Wuxin say, "The old monk's friends are all dead. If you really care, please take good care of him for me."

My journey is long and arduous, and I fear I will not be able to visit the temple often.

"Don't let his memorial tablet be covered in dust. The old monk spent his whole life sweeping the dust from other people's hearts. Now that he's gone, it should be kept clean as well."

Having lived for so many years and been a fake monk for so long, Wang Rensun sincerely put his hands together and uttered, "Amitabha, good, good."

He thought he had paid off all his debts, but now he realizes that he really is.

But in the days that followed, it seemed there was something else to do.

Now he no longer needs to run away; perhaps being a monk isn't so bad.

"This humble monk understands."

Wuxin smiled and performed a Buddhist salute: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, well done! So you still don't intend to tell me what Senior Zhou said to you?"

Wang Rensun smiled kindly: "Little monk, you're too attached to appearances. What he said, is it really that important?"

They fought a battle with the monks of Jiulong Temple, and then another battle with the people of Wushuang City.

Both Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo were injured.

Sikong Qianluo practically clung to Sikong Changfeng's arm, acting spoiled and coquettish. Sikong Changfeng felt sorry for her but was helpless.

He wanted to ask Tang Lian for help, but found that the boy's eyes were practically glued to Tian Nv Rui, so it seemed there was no hope.

"Father, don't you feel sorry for me at all? Look, I've been beaten by the monks, it hurts so much."

"It hurts, how can your father not feel sorry for you? You silly girl, you actually know what pain is? It would be good if you really did."

Trying to be unreasonable won't work; hurry up and go home with Dad.

"Look at yourself, you don't look like a proper young lady at all!"

Seeing that Sikong Qianluo was about to explode with anger, Sikong Changfeng sighed and softened his tone considerably.

"My dear daughter, your father never said you couldn't take on a master."

That carefree immortal's strength is undoubtedly unquestionable.

Your father is happy that you can become his apprentice.

But there has to be some kind of rule, right?

That carefree immortal is the number one true immortal in the world, and my Snow Moon City is also the number one city in the world.

"You're the young lady of Snowmoon City, so there needs to be a proper ceremony for your apprenticeship. Shouldn't we invite everyone to witness it, have a few drinks, watch a play, or something?"

Upon hearing this, Sikong Qianluo thought it made sense: "But my master wouldn't care about these things."

"Nonsense, Qingcheng is a Taoist sacred mountain, and now two of its disciples have traveled there. Don't they have any pride?"

"Be a good boy, listen to me, and come back with Daddy first. We need to prepare some gifts for your master's apprenticeship ceremony, right?"

“Father is right. Master is very poor. He wears a Taoist robe all day long and says that his junior disciple made it for him. How can that be right?”

I need to go to Yuxiu Workshop to make him some clothes later.

"Our family is wealthy, so you'll need to prepare a generous gift for your apprenticeship."

Sikong Changfeng: ? ? ?

I feel heartbroken right now. I'm your own father, and you've never even thought of making me a piece of clothing in all my years.

They've only been your mentor for a few days, and you're already acting like they're someone else's precious cotton-padded coat?

"Lian, I'm going back now. If you have some free time, please come and visit Sangu City."

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Tiannu Rui threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly before pushing him away with tears still on her face, laughing and scolding, "Silly boy!"

The luxurious carriage, having endured the desert winds and sandstorms, was now covered in dust and looked utterly forlorn.

Tang Lian took two steps and reached out, but only managed to grab a few grains of sand.

Immediately afterwards, I was hit on the back of the head.

He turned around in surprise and saw Sikong Changfeng looking at him with a disappointed expression.

"Third Master, you..."

“Little Lian, it’s not that I’m criticizing you, but even a blind person could see the girl’s affection for you.”

Today, the three masters will teach you another principle.

There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches.

Our Snowmoon City isn't a Buddhist temple. You're getting on in years, so don't let yourself have any regrets.

Hmm? Qianluo? Girl, where are you going again?

"Didn't we agree to go home with Dad?"

Boss Xiao still had his hands in his sleeves, mingling among the disciples who had come from Snow Moon City.

The Gun Immortal had prepared several carriages, so there was no need to worry about walking back.

Lei Wujie was saying goodbye to Wuxin, but he didn't seem to be in a bad mood.

"Monk, are you going home? Come visit us again after you've finished taking care of things at home."

The world is so vast; it would be so boring without you.

The little monk laughed along with him.

"That makes sense. I hope that when we meet again, you will be famous all over the world."

"Of course, who am I? I am Lei Wujie of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, Lei family."

"Oh? You're not the deputy head of Snowfall Manor anymore?"

"Haha, don't make fun of me, uh..."

Lei Wujie's smile froze on his face. Dressed in a white monk's robe, he tightly embraced him and patted him hard on the back.

"Don't forget the kung fu I taught you."

When Lei Wujie shielded him from the Peerless Flying Sword with his own body, Wuxin knew that he had accepted this brother.

How can the passion of youth flow with cold indifference?

He is a monk, but not an ice cube.

Now that the grudges of many years have been resolved, he has attained the six supernatural powers of Buddhism and his mind is much more at ease.

"Boss Xiao, let's go."

Xiao Se smiled and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture: "Take care on your journey!"

"Hahaha, I wish to ride the wind northward, where snow falls as large as mats on the Xuanyuan Mountain. I wish to sail eastward, where graceful fairies stand against the wind..."

Chapter 57 The Flower-Cherishing Gentleman

The troops from Wushuang City arrived full of vigor and high spirits.

When they returned, they were all listless, like Wushuang who had just gotten dizzy from being carried away by a horse.

Without a doubt, this mission ended in failure once again.

On the contrary, Wushuang is not dizzy from riding a horse at all; instead, he is in high spirits.

"Senior brother, did you see that?"

Lu Yuzhai sighed, sat up from his horse, glanced at his junior brother who was inexplicably excited, sighed again, and lay back down on the horse.

"what did you see?"

"That sword strike from Tang Lian."

"Ha, that's really strange, you actually remembered Tang Lian's name."

Wushuang raised an eyebrow: "Of course, not only Tang Lian, but also Wuxin and Lei Wujie, I've memorized their names."

These people may not be stronger than me now, but they will definitely become worthy opponents in the future.

"Oh, that's really impressive."