Daoist priest, stop fighting. The avenue is almost gone.

Chapter 430: The new leader of the Dao League? Qualifications, Yue Qingping: Yichengzi, take my Three Heavenly Swords!

On a starry night, the stars are twinkling.

Two figures, a man and a woman, flew quickly across the night sky. The man was extremely burly, and just looking at him gave people a sense of power. The woman, on the other hand, had a slim figure with exquisite curves, especially her beautiful legs, which looked even more beautiful under the moonlight.

These two people were Yi Chen and Lin Luo who left Hailong City and went to Qingping Mountain.

"Master Yi, what on earth happened on Mount Longhu that caused such a tragedy? A super sect that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years and has been the leader of the Lu Dao sect has been destroyed just like that."

At night, everything was quiet. The purple-haired girl seemed to have become bolder. She moved a little closer to Yi Chen, and now they were almost walking shoulder to shoulder.

"I don't know either. The last time I went to Mount Longhu with you, Fellow Daoist Lin Luo, I did bury a few small things in Mount Longhu. But both Your Majesty and I thought that this move would only make Mount Longhu uncomfortable for a while and suffer a little setback. We never expected the result to be like this."

There was nothing to hide in front of Lin Luo, so Yi Chen told her the whole origin of the evil bone.

Of course, while the Taoist was giving the brief account, he also moved a little closer to the beautiful woman beside him, and the speed at which they flew slowed down a lot.

Just when the atmosphere began to become strange, a voice of surprise suddenly sounded in the air, and a floating blessing ship was seen coming towards them in the airspace on the side.

At this moment, on the deck of the Fu ship, a handsome young man in white clothes was waving his hands and shouting on the bow:

"Master Yi! Master Yi!"

Yi Chen: "..." Ning Feixue, you thief! How dare you ruin my good deeds~
Who else could the person shouting in surprise on the bow of the ship be but Ning Feixue, wearing such flashy white clothes every day?

Along with Ning Feixue's shout, a silver-haired old man in gorgeous clothes suddenly appeared in front of the bow of the ship.

"Master Yi, is this person an old friend of yours?"

Seeing someone, Lin Luo quietly stepped back half a body length, kept a distance from Yi Chen, and asked quietly.

"Yes, I have met this person several times before. He is a very interesting friend."

The silver-haired old man looked at the figure in the sky and seemed to recognize Yi Chen's origins. He waved his hand, and suddenly a gap appeared in the protective shield on the blessed ship that resisted the strong wind.

"May I ask if this is the Taoist Master Chengzi of the Hidden Dragon Temple? I am Wan Shanlian, the Grand Elder of the Green Lotus Sword Sect. If you don't mind the simplicity of my blessed boat, please come up and have a chat."

The silver-haired old man's cultivation was three times stronger than Lin Luo's, and he immediately opened his mouth and invited her loudly.

Yi Chen and Lin Luo looked at each other, and finally Lin Luo smiled and said, "Since there is an old friend of ours up there, why don't we go up and have a cup of tea and rest?"

The atmosphere was ruined. Yi Chen thought for a moment and then boarded the blessing ship with Lin Luo. After a conversation, he learned that this person was also going to Qingping Mountain.

If Yi Chen remembered correctly, the Qinglian Sword Sect was a sword-cultivating sect that was inclined towards Taoism. It seemed that the destruction of Longhu Mountain had dealt a great shock to the Taoist forces, and people were in panic, leading to today's actions.

"Perhaps your majesty can speed up the progress of conquering Central Continent."

"Now that Longhu Mountain has exploded, the Dao Sect has lost its pillar of support. We have no choice."

"I'm afraid they went to Qingping Mountain with the intention of currying favor with Yue Qingping and hoping to surrender. However, Yue Qingping is a dull person, and it's not that easy to curry favor with the world's number one female Zhenjun."

"Otherwise, the Zhongzhou Dao League will only have two choices: either surrender to the Qin Empire or surrender to the Zhongzhou Buddhist Sect. Obviously, for the Dao Sect, these are the difference between a pile of shit and a bigger pile of shit."

Yi Chen's mind was turning over and over, and he suddenly remembered the name this person called him when he invited him. It was not his most famous name, the Great Qin State Master Yichengzi, but the Yinlong Temple Master Yichengzi.

"Could it be that the Qinglian Sword Sect intends to attach itself to our Hidden Dragon Temple and wants to follow its lead?"

"Yes, that makes sense."

"It's a dispute with Buddhism over the orthodoxy. If we bow to Buddhism, it would be better to surrender directly to the Qin Dynasty. At least we need to find a stronger supporter, otherwise what will happen if the supporter explodes one day?"

"But if they do this, it will be easier for people to criticize them. If they are like the Taoist Alliance before, they submit to the Hidden Dragon Temple and respect themselves as the leader, then everything will make sense in terms of law."

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Yi Chen couldn't suppress the thought in his mind.

"Fuck, chance, Yichengzi, ah Yichengzi, you are such a genius!"

Three years ago, a Taoist priest came to the foot of Mount Longhu for the first time and made some great statements.

"Longhu Mountain, my Hidden Dragon Temple can take its place!"

Yi Chen had never seen much of the world at that time. After seeing the grandeur of the Heavenly Master Hall, he immediately reflected on whether he had spoken too loudly before.

But now it seems that his original reflection was wrong.

"Master, don't you want to make my Yinlong Temple more prosperous? I wonder if you can rest in peace in peace if I take a seat at my Yinlong Temple, the leader of the Longhu Mountain?"

Cultivation involves both fighting and killing, as well as dealing with the ways of the world.

It is even more necessary to be a whore and set up a chastity memorial.

Taking over the rest of the forces of the Taoist Alliance and making them submit to the name of his Yinlong Temple, this detour sounds much better than directly submitting to the Qin Dynasty.

What? You said that the Master of Yinlong Monastery is the Imperial Master of the Great Qin? I don't want to hear that. Anyway, they are loyal to the Master of Yinlong Monastery, not the Great Qin.

"With the Hidden Dragon Alliance in one hand and the Dao Alliance in the other, I can definitely extend my tentacles of plundering 'merit' to every corner of Zhongzhou and Dongzhou."

"With the support of the Dao League, the Buddhist forces will be alone and the day of unification of Central Continent can be put on the agenda."

To clench a fist is to hold power, and to hold power is also to clench a fist!
In order to make the deep red dots quickly, efficiently and economically while fulfilling his master's last wish, Yi Chen's expression towards Wan Shanlian suddenly became more relaxed.

Ning Feixue's call of "Master Yi" was like the ping-pong diplomacy in the previous life. It actually opened up an opportunity. The man was in love with the woman and they actually had a very pleasant conversation.

Yi Chen even decided to go directly to Qingping Mountain with Wan Shanlian.

However, for the sake of initiative, neither of the two old foxes spoke first to express their thoughts.

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Wan, I wonder how this fellow Ning Feixue ended up on the flying boat of the Qinglian Sword Sect? If I remember correctly, this person should not be from the Qinglian Sword Sect."

Looking at Ning Feixue who had become a tea pourer in the field, Yi Chen patted Ning Feixue's shoulder with affection, making him grimace in pain.

When talking about this matter, Wan Shanlian felt angry. He said helplessly:
"Master Yi, our family is in misfortune. I have two granddaughters, one named Bai Lian and the other Bai Rong. The two little girls went out to travel in the white dragon fish costume. I don't know what kind of magic potion this boy poured on them, but they actually gave themselves to him."

"It really pisses me off!"

When he was moved, the silver-haired old man slapped Ning Feixue on the other shoulder.

With a bang, Ning Feixue almost cried because of the pain.

He provoked whomever he provoked.

"Grandpa, Lianmei and Rongmei and I are truly in love. The commitment was a misunderstanding. Lianmei and Rongmei and I went to a cave to hide from the rain on a stormy night. Guess what? There was a snake demon hiding in it, and it wanted to eat the three of us."

"How could I, Ning Feixue, tolerate the snake demon's temper? I had just mastered the flying sword technique, and when my sisters Lian and Rong and I worked together to kill the snake demon, I accidentally punctured a pink gland in the snake demon's body. You know what happened next."

Ning Feixue said shamelessly.

"If it weren't for this, you would have already been a dead soul under my control. How could I still accept you as my personal disciple?"

Looking at Ning Feixue's lazy appearance, Wan Shanlian said unhappily. But he had to admit that Ning Feixue was indeed very lucky. He had encountered many adventures in just three years. Now he had been promoted to the eighth level of the True Person Realm. If he took another step up, he would prepare for the promotion to the True Lord.

"Grandpa, Brother Feixue is a very nice person~"

A delicate shout was heard, and at this time, a girl in a white skirt and white stockings and a girl in a black skirt and black stockings walked out hand in hand. The two of them held Ning Feixue's arms and became relentless towards the silver-haired old man.

Yi Chen: “…” Damn it, I am still at the stage of not seeing the king, how did Ning Feixue do it~
With a helpless bitter smile, the very tactful Wan Shanlian made an appointment with Yi Chen to have a drink tomorrow, and then handed the space to Yi Chen, Ning Feixue and others.

Everyone drinks under the starry night, and the clinking of cups is the sound of memories.

Ning Feixue once again boasted at the dinner table about the bloody battle between him and a Taoist priest at Yaoguandu.

Compared with him, his fellow Taoists Bai Lian and Bai Rong were less free and easy and more reserved, not as casual as they were when the Buddhist disciples were preaching.

After all, they can now deeply understand the importance of that Taoist priest back then.

He was a person whom they had to be careful to please even their grandfather, whom they regarded as a god.

Time passes quickly and cannot be retained, just like the money in your pocket, it disappears in the blink of an eye.

Looking back, ten days have already passed.

Qingping Mountain, one of the three greatest mountains in the world, appeared before Yi Chen.

Contrary to Yi Chen's expectation, at this moment there were quite a few cultivators gathered in front of Qingping Mountain and sitting in meditation.

"The Grand Elder of the Qinglian Sword Sect, Wan Shanlian, requests to see Master Qingping."

Lao Deng, a silver-haired old man who had accompanied Yi Chen for ten days, emerged from the floating blessing ship with a dignified aura and bowed respectfully towards the towering Qingping Mountain.

Unfortunately, the sound was lost in Qingping Mountain, like a drop in the ocean, without any movement at all.

At this moment, Wan Shanlian's mentality changed a little bit...
"The Great Elder of the Qinglian Sword Sect, Wan Shanlian, requests to see the True Lord Qingping!!!"

This time, Wan Shanlian took a deep breath, secretly urged his magic power, and spoke again, with a majestic voice resounding through the sky.

Unfortunately, there is still no response.

Gah~Gah~
After the response, the air was as quiet as a chicken.

At this moment, Yi Chen felt embarrassed for Wan Shanlian.

"Elder Wan, stop shouting. Not to mention you, even the deputy head of the Killing Sword Pavilion, Qingmao Sword Master, has been sitting in meditation for three days, and Qingping Zhenjun has not shown up."

Seeing this, a sturdy man in black in the distance couldn't help but sneer at Wan Shanlian in the sky.

Qingmao Sword Master is an old senior who has been famous in Zhongzhou for many years. His cultivation is unfathomable and he is a powerful figure who has reached the seventh level of the Dao.

As this person spoke, an old man with a reserved aura in the crowd slowly took off the straw hat on his head and smiled warmly at Wan Shanlian:
"Elder Wan, I haven't seen you for decades. You are even more charming than before~"

Many eyes were focused on Wanshan Lotus. At this moment, the great elder of Qingping Sword Sect was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die.

In fact, he was mentally prepared that Yue Qingping would reject his and others' surrender. After all, a person's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. If Yue Qingping was really greedy for fame, she should be the empress of the Dai Viet Dynasty now. How could she care about the identity of the leader of the Taoist Alliance?

But what he never expected was that he couldn't even enter the door of Qingping Mountain.

"Hey, let me do it~"

Yi Chen was sitting in the blessed ship drinking wine with Lin Luo. Seeing this scene, he could only sigh helplessly and left the blessed ship in a flash.

The cultivators only saw a burly Taoist figure suddenly appear, standing in the air, facing Qingping Mountain and saying: "Yichengzi wants to see Qingping Zhenjun!"

There is no need to introduce yourself, just three simple words "Yichengzi" will be enough.

Compared with others, Yi Chen's method of knocking on the door seems particularly simple.

"Another boaster. So many seniors have not let True Lord Qingping show up, but you, Yicheng... What! Yichengzi, the State Master of the Great Qin?" The burly man in black robe sneered at first, and then as if he thought of something, his leopard eyes widened so wide that they were about to bulge out.

He looked at the extremely strong back muscles of Taoist Tianji and shouted out of control.

They originally wanted to wait until more like-minded people gathered, hoping to use the power of everyone to let Qingping Zhenjun come forward, but today the Great Qin State Master, the world-shaking Chunyang Yichengzi, came, so things were different.

“I wonder if True Lord Qingping will give this Great Qin State Master some respect!”

At the foot of Qingping Mountain, the same thought suddenly emerged in the minds of many cultivators.

....
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The Qingping Mountain is shrouded in mist and the scenery is magnificent.

Beside a sword-washing pool, a peerless nun was playing the zither. The sound of the zither had a murderous tone, a sense of contention, and a sense of injustice. Along with the sound of the zither, waves of sound turned into sword energy and all sank into a cave on Qingping Mountain.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The mighty sword energy presented many strange visions, sometimes transforming into Buddhas, dragons and elephants, sometimes becoming immortals dancing with swords, sometimes becoming the form of true spirits, with endless sounds.

Donghmm~
Yue Qingping's hand suddenly pressed down the guqin, and the sound suddenly stopped.

I saw an inexplicable smile on her lips, and she brushed her robe back with her jade hand, but she said in a domineering and clear voice:

"Lingyue, what do you think of your teacher sitting on the top of the fifth realm and making all the men in the world ashamed?"

"Master is extremely intelligent and has the most spiritual charm in the world. Naturally, he is one of the best in the world. There are few men in the world who can be compared with Master." Shui Lingyue stood behind Yue Qingping with a whisk in her hand and chuckled.

"You are always on the side of your husband. Do you think I can't hear it?"

"But I heard that he killed two great demon commanders, which was a great feat. I wonder how much contribution he made in this process."

Yue Qingping smiled cheerfully, stroked her hair with her delicate hands, and was about to say something else when she suddenly raised her eyebrows.

"Interesting, disciple, your good husband is here."

"Well, I will weigh whether Yi Chengzi is qualified to go up to Qingping Mountain alone!"

"Master!" Shui Lingyue's face showed surprise and joy when she heard that. Just when she wanted to beg for mercy, Yue Qingping's figure had disappeared.

There was a fluctuation in space, and a peerless female nun who had been long awaited suddenly appeared on Qingping Mountain.

She has a beautiful face and extraordinary temperament. She wears a Tai Chi Taoist robe and a lotus crown on her head. There is a gorgeous and charming touch between her eyebrows, which makes her look even more graceful and elegant.

"Yichengzi, in the past, Ying Si accepted my Three Heavenly Swords before he could go to my Qingping Mountain. Today, if you want to go to my Qingping Mountain, you must also accept my Three Heavenly Swords. Let me see if you are qualified."

"Whether to accept or not, make a quick decision!"

The peerless nun looked at the burly Taoist in the distance with interest, her eyes wandering around, as if she was quite curious about Yi Chen's skills.

"I will take these three swords from Master Qingping!" Yi Chen agreed without any hesitation.

He, Yichengzi, also wanted to try out the Three Heavenly Swords of Qingping Zhenjun.

(End of this chapter)