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

If we're really talking about it, this True Immortal of Qingcheng might be a big variable.

At least for now, it's advantageous for us, right?

This game is playable!

Sikong Changfeng seemed to have his heroic spirit stirred up. He stood up, flipped his wide sleeves, and pulled out a melon.

"Second Brother, want some melon? This is what Qianluo brought back from the Western Regions, it's guaranteed to be sweet."

Li Hanyi laughed in exasperation, glared at him, and then put her mask on behind her back.

"Keep it and eat it slowly."

I think the person you're waiting for will arrive in Snowmoon City soon!

Sikong Changfeng raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Is it because that person from Qingcheng is coming to propose marriage? That makes sense. As disciples, they should come along."

Suddenly, a sword aura flashed past, startling Sikong Changfeng, who instinctively used a melon to block it.

Snap! The melon split in two.

He cautiously peeked his head out from behind the melon, only to find that Li Hanyi had already leaped into the air.

"Enough with the nonsense, just go eat your melon."

Sikong Changfeng shrank his neck and muttered, "Tsk, he really is still so fierce. I wonder if that Dao Sword Immortal has gone mad from cultivating Taoism."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll shave your eyebrows."

"Ah ha, take care, second brother, come again!"

Having confirmed that Li Hanyi had indeed left, Sikong Changfeng's smile slowly faded. He put down the melon, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the sky through the eaves.

There are turbulent winds and clouds, rolling and unfolding.

Qingcheng Mountain, a place for spiritual practice, where time leaves no trace.

More than half a month has passed since Xiao Se Lei Wu Jie became an apprentice.

Zhou really did become a salted fish, spending his days turning over and over in the sun.

However, Lei Wujie suffered the consequences.

"Ouch, Uncle-Master, be gentle, be gentle."

Zhao Yuzhen gently knocked the sword out of his hand, then flung peach blossoms at him, continuously brushing them against his body.

Is this my future brother-in-law?

Zhou Zhenzhen naturally wouldn't hide Lei Wujie's identity from him.

Zhou is really lazy and is currently living a life of leisure. He doesn't train his apprentices every day, while Zhao Yuzhen feels that her spring has finally arrived.

If I can't beat you, can't I beat your apprentice?

The hardships I endured back then, the tears I shed back then, I have to... hahaha, just thinking about it makes me happy.

Zhao Yuzhen had seen Xiao Se's injuries, but after looking at them, she said there was nothing she could do.

He was not skilled in medicine, and his Taoist skills were mediocre compared to his senior brother's.

Should we use kendo to save people?

It might be faster to just kill him with one sword.

As for Sikong Qianluo, she is indeed quite talented and practices martial arts very diligently, so Zhao Yuzhen felt embarrassed to bully a girl.

Furthermore, her senior brother passed on a spear technique called "Passionate" to that girl. It was a technique that could turn steel into silk. As her uncle, he didn't have much to teach her.

After all, how could he dare to find fault with his senior brother's marksmanship?

Sikong Qianluo's personality is too unrestrained, and she is also a bit too boyish.

It's good to let her practice with affection.

Its name sounds gentle, but when it acts, it's like a gentle drizzle, full of deadly secrets.

So after all the calculations, the only option left was to discipline Lei Wujie.

As long as he's not beaten to death, things are fine.

Li Fansong, who was watching the scene unfold, felt that this situation seemed familiar.

When my senior master taught me Tai Chi sword intent, I couldn't learn it in a short time and suffered a lot.

Hey, now my master has avenged me.

"Master, let me spar with Junior Brother Lei."

I'm quite curious about the "Southern Brightness Blazing Sword Technique" that my senior martial uncle passed down to him.

Zhou Xianyu rolled over again, and the two little rabbits, Qingfeng and Mingyue, very attentively jumped onto his back, hopping and skipping as they stepped on his back.

The two disciples were sparring when Zhao Yuzhen walked over to Zhou Huanzhen and sat down, satisfied.

"That's enough. He's just a child. You went too far."

Zhou Zhenhuan's voice sounded somewhat muffled.

Zhao Yuzhen held up the peach blossoms to him before rolling her eyes.

"I was a child back then too."

"I did all that for your own good."

"What a coincidence, I was doing this for his own good."

Zhou Zhenhuan got up, looked up at the sky, and said, "The weather's nice today, shall we have a match?"

Zhao Yuzhen took a leisurely sip of water, then waved her hand, and a dark cloud drifted over from the sky.

In an instant, water vapor filled the air.

"Oh dear, it's about to rain. I just remembered I didn't bring in the laundry."

By the way, when are you going to Snowmoon City?

Zhou Zhenhuan lay back down, looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and gently stirred them with his sword fingers. In an instant, a strong wind arose, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

"That's more like it."

The weather is getting warmer; it's about time for some rain.

Subsequently, a light drizzle fell over the area surrounding Mount Qingcheng, which spanned eight hundred li.

"Judging by the dates, the Hundred Flowers Festival is about to begin, it's indeed time to go to Snowmoon City."

Chapter 72: Heaven and Earth

It's already early summer here at Qingcheng Mountain.

But in the outermost heavens, the Snow Painting Villa was still covered in ice and snow, and the plum blossoms were in full bloom.

Wuxin is now the sect leader of Tianwaitian.

However, the outer heavens were in complete chaos, with no moment's respite.

Today seems to be the time when the plum blossoms are about to wither.

Wuxin sat in the Snow Viewing Pavilion, a small red clay stove beside him, brewing a cup of tea.

The white-haired immortal Mo Qixuan stood outside with his hands behind his back, also watching the withering plum blossoms.

When the flowers bloom, they are beautiful in every direction.

Now withered, it exudes boundless desolation.

After a long silence, Wuxin sighed, "The plum blossoms of Huaxue Mountain Villa are always like this, withering away unexpectedly."

Today's snowfall was just right.

The snow-covered plum blossoms are truly elegant.

If Xiao Se were here, he would surely like it.

If Lei Wujie were here, he would definitely clamor for a pot of plum blossom wine, then complain that it was too refreshing and not spicy enough.

Seeing the faint smile on Wuxin's lips, the white-haired immortal smiled as well.

It's been a long time since I've seen the sect leader so happy.

Only when he recalls these two people does he feel genuinely happy.

"What if that carefree immortal were here?"

Wu Xin smiled, seemingly even happier: "If that person were here, they would surely wave their sleeves and say with a smile, 'Such beautiful flowers are too precious to wither; let them grow back.'"

Then the plum blossoms that fell to the ground will obediently grow back.

That person likes to join in the fun; they probably wouldn't like such a lonely scene.

Although he had only met Zhou Zhenhuan a few times, he seemed to already understand what kind of person Zhou Zhenhuan was.

The white-haired immortal chuckled, then thought about it carefully and realized it made sense, so he nodded: "Sect Master is wise."

That makes sense; that person only wanted to "see" the sword, so they casually used that Heaven-Opening Sword.

It was truly a lively event; even now, thinking back on it still makes my blood boil.

"Uncle Mo, shouldn't you be breaking through to the next level by now?"

The white-haired immortal's face also lit up with excitement, unable to contain his joy.

"Indeed, witnessing the swordplay of the carefree immortal that day was quite beneficial to me, and I seem to have found my own way of the sword."

In the past, I only felt that I was on par with the Sword Immortal, but I was still not a Sword Immortal.

Now, however, I am worthy of the title "immortal."

Without turning back, he said with genuine joy, "Congratulations, Uncle Mo. It's just a pity that I was still in the coffin that day and couldn't witness that magnificent sword strike."

Just imagining it in my mind is enough to stir my emotions.

That seems to be all the gossip we've said.

As the minor sect leader of the Outer Heavens, Wuxin didn't have much free time.

He was also very anxious.

Because his little brother was waiting for him to return, to return to that world of chivalry and adventure.

For him, Tianwaitian was simply a responsibility.

Tianwaitian is not a single entity, but rather a collection of sixteen sects. Tianwaitian is simply the largest, hence its name.

After the death of the former leader Ye Ding, Tianwaitian was leaderless.

But Tianwaitian is still the same Tianwaitian where no one has left.

Therefore, from any perspective, Wuxin must take on this responsibility.

Because his heart is still warm.

We cannot let those who follow us lose heart.

Therefore, whether for the sake of responsibility or to return to the martial arts world as soon as possible, he must first resolve the conflicts within Tianwaitian.

Those who deserve to be killed should be killed, and those who deserve to be driven away should be driven away.

Only when the outer heavens are secure can he depart peacefully.

The white-haired immortal clearly understood this as well. When Wu Xin invited him into the pavilion for tea, he knew that he had already used up all his free time for the day.

"Sect Master, there is some news about your two good friends."

Lei Wujie and Xiao Se both became disciples of the carefree immortal, becoming members of the Qingcheng Sect.

Upon hearing this, Wuxin beamed with joy, drank a cup of tea as if it were wine, and exclaimed how delightful it was.

"Those two are lucky."

Especially for Xiao Se, taking this step should make the road ahead easier.

Unfortunately, in my entire life, I have only ever recognized the old monk, and can only ever be the old monk.

Moreover, he cultivates the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, while Senior Zhou is a Taoist practitioner; otherwise, I would definitely have gone to join in the fun.