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

Yin Luoxia spoke with great conviction, and Zhou Zhenhuan stroked his chin.

"With your disciple's comprehension, he would have figured it out sooner or later, even without me."

Yin Luoxia's eyes lit up: "You figured it out?"

Zhou was both amused and exasperated, so this master was quite concerned about his disciple.

"Yes, it's clear that his talent is no worse than Lei Wujie's and the others."

Moreover, I originally thought you would ask me to teach Luo Mingxuan something.

Actually, what I know is no less powerful than those legendary immortal techniques.

Yin Luoxia's eyes lit up again, and she slammed her hand on the table, causing the bowls and chopsticks on the table to jump.

"Yes, that's right, how come I didn't think of that? Your suggestion is great."

Zhou Zhen shook his head with amusement: "What if I win?"

"If you win, you can have whatever you want, as long as I have it."

"It's a pity, but what you can do, I don't care about, and what I want, you can't give me."

Yin Luoxia seemed to have expected this answer, so she wasn't annoyed.

He shifted his position and put a hand on Zhou Zhenhuan's shoulder: "Don't do that, Lao Zhou, give me some face."

Zhou was both amused and exasperated; what kind of ridiculous title was this?

This fairy's temper is truly...

"Hanyi, please say a few good words for me, I beg you."

Li Hanyi sighed, glanced helplessly at Zhou Huanzhen, and then at Zhao Yuzhen.

Zhao Yuzhen could only look helplessly at her senior brother.

Zhou Zhenhuan was also helpless: "Just this once, let's go with the simplest one, stick, tiger, and chicken."

Yin Luoxia immediately became interested: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Before she could roll up her arms, Zhou Zhenhuan sighed, "Fine, you win."

An immortal wielded six chopsticks, playing a game of chess at the corner of Mount Tai.

Liubo is a type of board game.

It's somewhat like a modern version of Ludo.

The Records of the Grand Historian, Annals of Yin, states: "Emperor Wu Yi was wicked and made figurines, which he called gods. He played games with them and made people act as if they were gods."

The "Biography of King Mu" also mentions: "On this day, the King went north to Bing and played chess with the Duke of Jing. The game was decided after three days."

The "博" here refers to this type of chess.

It's clear that this game has been passed down for a long time, making it one of the earliest board games. Later games like Ludo and Monopoly probably have to call it their ancestor.

Yin Luoxia won, and the number one person in the world admitted defeat in front of her, but she felt no joy at all.

She felt this was a perfunctory response.

So the fairy got angry and left, taking with her Zhou Zhenhuan a small wooden sword, because Zhou Zhenhuan said that the wooden sword contained immortal magic, and the fairy believed him.

Li Hanyi looked at Zhao Yuzhen with some confusion. Zhao Yuzhen explained, "Senior brother wasn't deliberately going easy on her; he was just telling the truth."

In reality, nine out of ten gambling games are rigged; gambling skills, frankly speaking, are just a matter of who has the most skillful tactics.

But when it comes to skillful tactics, who in the world can beat my senior brother?

My senior brother, however, disdained to do it.

He had already foreseen the outcome, and therefore conceded defeat.

Li Hanyi was somewhat surprised: "So, Senior Brother really lost?"

Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "Although I could predict what she was going to say, if I spoke, the outcome would already be different. So she did win."

Last time I had my junior brother deliver a letter to you, saying that I would send you a gift, and I'm sure you'll be happy with it.

This gift was originally intended for Lei Wujie, but you already saw it when you went to Qingcheng, so it doesn't count.

Therefore, I prepared another gift.

You'll definitely like this too.

Zhou Zhenhuan took out a jade tablet and placed it in front of Li Hanyi.

"This is a mental cultivation method, and also a sword technique, called 'The Highest Good is Like Water'."

I know you practice the Still Water Sword Technique, but now that you are about to get married, how can you remain calm and composed?

Water has no constant form or shape; it benefits all things without striving, thus it is close to the Tao.

Therefore, you can consider this the Dao Sword Technique. If you fully comprehend it, then spiritual travel is just the beginning.

Li Hanyi took the jade pendant, and the moment she touched it, she seemed to hear the sound of a babbling brook, and her thoughts seemed to be pulled into another space.

She was somewhat surprised: "What is this?"

"Oh, a little trick for daydreaming."

Some things cannot be recorded in words, because words cannot convey that kind of feeling.

Consider this a wedding gift for your new marriage.

Li Hanyi was taken aback. Zhou Zhenhuan seemed to have some regret when he said this.

The next moment, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, he asked, "Is my senior brother leaving?"

Zhou Zhen nodded, stood up, and looked westward.

"They're leaving."

Zhao Yuzhen also stood up: "So soon? Aren't we waiting until after the Hundred Flowers Festival?"

"Then I didn't wait any longer. I saw the people I was supposed to see and drank the wine I was supposed to drink."

If I stay here, some people will always have reservations about what they do, so they should leave. If I don't leave, those people won't have a chance.

Children, everyone needs their own world, and everyone needs to experience some trials and tribulations.

Zhao Yuzhen frowned: "Senior brother, what did you foresee?"

Zhou Zhen smiled but did not answer.

Instead, he looked at Li Hanyi and said, "You should acknowledge your younger brother. He's a very good kid, and I like him a lot."

Let him learn swordsmanship from you for a few days.

The sun is shining brightly today, and the breeze is gentle; it's perfect for a long journey.

Tell those kids for me: when you're out in the world, remember to run if you encounter someone you can't beat.

Chapter 88 Kidnapping a Lone Sword Immortal to Go to the Western Paradise Together

Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, Lei Family Fortress.

Lei Hong is treating Lei Qianhu's injuries.

Twelve years ago, the Demonic Cult launched its eastern expedition, with You Bing leading the Demonic Cult's army to attack Lei Family Fortress.

Lei Qianhu used the Five Thunder Heavenly Gang Fist to face You Bing head-on. Although he won, he was afflicted with a cold poison that had not been cleared for many years.

Lei Hong was forced to develop his medical skills.

"Brother Hong, there's some news I think you need to know."

"Oh? About Lei Wujie? That brat, he didn't master his skills before venturing into the martial world. Did he get into some trouble?"

Lei Qianhu shook his head: "You're somewhat related to this kid. It's just that he's more successful than you."

He has already become a disciple of the Qingcheng Xiaoyao Immortal Sect and is currently in Xueyue City.

You should know that person is also in Snowmoon City.

Lei Hong paused for a moment while preparing the medicinal herbs, before resuming his normal actions.

"so what?"

"She's getting married."

This time, Lei Hong's movements froze completely, and it took him a long time to slowly return to normal.

"Qingcheng, the Dao Sword Immortal."

Lei Hong remained silent for a long time before letting out a forced, carefree laugh. He put down the medicine in his hand and came over to remove Lei Qianhu's bandages.

"I should have known it was his, and it could only be him."

In the whole world, who else but him could be worthy of her?

She said back then that if I reached the realm of sword immortal, she would give me a chance.

Unfortunately, after all these years, I'm no longer the naive young man I once was.

"We, the Lei Clan, should rightfully offer a congratulatory gift."

Lei Qianhu looked at his forced smile for a long while before finally sighing.

"If you want to go, then go. With your speed, you will definitely be able to arrive before the Snow Moon City Flower Festival."

"What happens after we get there? What do we do? Do we spar with Dao Jianxian? Or do we let her keep that opportunity?"

"Leaving aside the fact that I haven't even reached the Sword Immortal realm yet, what will happen to your body if I leave?"

Lei Qianhu grabbed the hand that was removing the bandages from his hands.

"Brother Hong, I know my own body well. I feel like I won't live past this winter."

Lei Hong was slightly annoyed upon hearing this: "Bullshit! With me here, I won't let you die."

Lei Qianhu was quite easygoing, and chuckled: "If you had a solution, you would have used it long ago. Why would you use the poison-fighting-poison method given by the Wen family?"

"Brother Hong, I think this year's Heroes' Banquet should be hosted by the Lei family."

A hint of sadness flashed in Lei Hong's eyes: "I remember you didn't like these lively events."

"No, I just want everyone to know that I, Lei Qianhu, may die, but the Lei family is getting better and better."

Lei Wujie became that person's disciple, so there was some mutual respect between them.

This year, Qingcheng must send a visiting card.

At that moment, the gate to the courtyard opened.

Both of them were taken aback. This small courtyard was usually deserted except for a few children.

Moreover, none of the disciples would dare to push open the door and enter.

Both Lei Qianhu and Lei Hong were stunned when they saw who had arrived.

"What? Don't you recognize me?"

Lei Qianhu was incredulous, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Brother, you, you're back?"

Looking at his younger brother, whose hair was completely white and whose face was half disfigured, Lei Yunhe felt a pang of sadness.

"Qianhu, you've suffered these past years."

Lei Hong immediately threw a punch, his eyes filled with tears: "All these years, I thought you had died out there."

Lei Yunhe's eyes also welled up with tears. He rubbed the spot where he had been hit and grinned.

"I almost died, but God just didn't take me."

When brothers meet, their eyes blaze with hatred.

Their eyes were red from crying. After exchanging a few words, Lei Qianhu had his disciples prepare wine and food. The three brothers, who had been separated for a long time, reminisced about their parting.

Lei Yunhe looked at Lei Hong with a complex expression and a face full of emotion.

"Back then, because you didn't explain things clearly, I went to Qingcheng in a fit of anger, and I happened to encounter the Dao Sword Immortal who had gone mad, so I lost an arm in Qingcheng."

Lei Hong looked ashamed.

Lei Qianhu looked at his two healthy hands: "Brother, what about yours..."