From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 594 Baiyun True Teaching
Shuchuan, Mount Emei.

Perhaps it is because Mount Emei is too high and too dangerous. It rises more than 154 meters above the ground and covers an area of ​​ square kilometers. Although it has suffered from the ravages of war and there were immortals from the Jizhen Realm who wanted to seize the cave heaven during the Battle of Qiongzhou, except for the Golden Summit, the other peaks of Emei were basically unaffected.

After a year of rest and recuperation, all things have grown and Mount Emei has regained its lush green appearance.

However, due to the serious damage to the plank roads and cableways on the mountain, there is currently no way to go up Mount Emei. The Shuchuan local government and the Taoist Alliance Special Bureau are actively discussing how to revive this famous Taoist mountain and open up a road.

There used to be a small mountain village at the foot of Mount Emei. Now the houses are abandoned, the courtyards are overgrown with grass, and are occupied by vegetation and animals. There are only a few households left.

It was not because of the panic caused by the invasion of the Kyokushin Realm. As early as ten years ago, the villagers of the small mountain village had moved out one after another. The reason was that the villagers firmly believed that this place had angered the mountain god and was not an auspicious place. Living here for a long time would be harmful to the body.

On the hillside of Mount Emei, in front of a solitary grave covered with weeds, there are many mountain peach trees. The thick and powerful roots have cracked the surrounding land. The continuous peach groves are full of green shade, pink and white, like a canopy in the courtyard to shield the solitary grave from the scorching sun.

The strange thing is that there are no wild peaches in Mount Emei. They disappeared overnight twenty years ago and no one has ever found them since. No one would have thought that the mountainside would be covered with wild peaches of such a large scale.

What's even more bizarre is that it is December, a time when all things should wither and vegetation should be dormant. However, the large peach forest on the mountainside is contrary to the norm and is full of wild peaches. Each one is as big as an adult's fist and is pleasing to the eye in pink and white.

In this cold and food-scarce season, these mountain peaches on the mountainside have long attracted macaques and other small animals from all over the mountain.

A white Tibetan macaque the size of a child was wandering among the branches of the peach forest with a sly look in its eyes. It was holding three pills in its hands and one in its mouth, looking like a guilty thief.

Behind it were hundreds of gray-haired Tibetan macaques, all of them with the same cunning and stealthy nature.

Click!

A wild peach that the white-haired Tibetan macaque was holding fell down. The monkey tried to wrap it with its tail, but when it exerted force, its whole body fell down, breaking branches along the way.

"Squeak!"

As soon as this noise was made, the hundreds of monkeys behind the white monkey immediately showed human-like expressions of panic on their faces, and they actually abandoned the monkey king who had just been elected and fled in a flash.

"Squeak!"

The white monkey stood up and was about to run away when, in the middle of the peach forest, someone slowly pushed open the door of a wooden house that had been built for about half a year.

The white monkey immediately stopped where it was, and looked timidly at the wooden door as if he were guilty of something.

"You greedy fellow! My peach forest is not easy to maintain, yet you come here with your monkeys to steal peaches every few days!"

"Your master did it on purpose, knowing that my peach forest was growing well, so he secretly released you, the beast, back to Baiyun Mountain, and even told me that this was a return to nature."

A one-armed young man in a white robe walked out of the wooden house. He was clean and tidy, looked a little thin, and his facial features were extremely delicate and cold.

The white monkey was scolded and stood there scratching its head in a humane manner, looking quite ashamed.

"Still pretending! If you had any sense of shame, you wouldn't have come here to steal peaches six times in one month."

The one-armed boy scolded in a bad mood, then raised his only remaining left hand, and the largest wild peach in the peach forest broke away from the branch and then landed lightly in front of the mountain monkey.

"Take it, and don't bother me anymore, or I will throw a monkey feast for your shameless master!"

The white monkey nodded hurriedly, then jumped up and down with a look of joy, holding the peach and running into the woods, fearing that the one-armed boy would go back on his word.

The one-armed boy looked at the funny figure of the white monkey, and a smile gradually appeared on his originally cold face: "Sure enough, he is just like that fellow Liu Ming, both of them are extremely thick-skinned."

After dealing with the mountain monkey, the one-armed boy came to the lonely grave under the peach forest. As usual, he pulled two mountain peaches from the branches as tribute and cleared the weeds on the grave.

In fact, from what Li Linger could sense, the kind and amiable old man under the mound of earth had been rotting into dust bit by bit, the coffin had long since decayed, and the tombstone was weathered and difficult to discern. She was afraid that except for herself, no one else in the world knew that the person buried here was an old man who loved mountain peaches.

"Grandma, I'm leaving. Baiyun Mountain is in some trouble and needs me to step in."

"I once thought that as long as I learned the secret of immortality, I could come back and bring you back to life. Now that I think about it, I was a little naive..."

"Don't worry, I'm living a good life. I've even met a very kind person, my master. But he's been hiding from us and we can't find him. Do you think he'll show up this time?"

"I think so. Given his temper, how could he allow a few clowns to defile his magic sword?"

Li Ling'er was talking to herself in front of the lonely grave, with her head lowered, looking as lonely as a child.

"Grandma, I miss you and Master too."

He knew that if it weren't for his grandmother and master, he would still be a naughty monkey in the mountains, hanging out with the group of monkeys that had just come to steal peaches, and maybe even the monkey king.

At this time, a mountain breeze blew, blowing the branches of the peach forest and gently brushing across the back of Li Linger's head, as if a kind old man was caressing her.

Li Linger wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then flew away.

This time, there was no torrent of swords, nor any weird shortcuts, but he relied on his own cultivation to soar into the sky and enter and exit the Qingming.

Li Linger's Three Thousand Qingshuang and One Hundred and Eight Liuyun were broken up by Fu Tu a year ago. Now all the fragments and iron filings were buried by Li Linger deep in Mount Emei.

It was obvious that these sword fragments had been brewing for a year, but were not yet mature enough to be released.

However, Li Linger felt that it was just one immortal, and relying on herself and Wang Shuhuan was enough to solve the problem.
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Xiong Zhanli, armored military base.

In the sky, the three meteors were fighting fiercely.

In fact, in terms of real combat power, Qi Qiansu and Jiang Huan are lower than Dao Mu Ling, but the gap is not big, and it was not reflected in the melee.

The three of them had their own thoughts, and it was impossible for one of them to unite to kill the other first. When one of Qi Qianshu and Jiang Huan was at a disadvantage, the other two would be afraid of their status and dare not kill them.

When Shimoki Ryo was at a disadvantage... this fellow was thick-skinned and had never been at a disadvantage,

The three immortals fought fiercely, but the ones who suffered were the officers and soldiers of Xiong Zhanli and the accompanying Chinese monks. The aftermath was like a typhoon blowing in the snow, making everyone miserable.

In the middle, Zhao Ziyao also tried to sneak into the Xiong Zhanli military base to take away the Nanming Sword, but was discovered by Jiang Huan and Shimamu Ling. If Qi Qiansu had not tried desperately to stop her, she would have become a dead soul under the sword.

In this way, Zhao Ziyao could only curse loudly below, but there was nothing she could do.

Jiang Huan became more and more shocked as the battle went on. He had never imagined that with the spiritual energy in the outside world being so thin and his cultivation having been interrupted for such a long time, these two random human immortals of the same level would be as strong as himself in a battle. Even the demon-like form of Dao Mu Ling was slightly stronger than himself.

After half an hour of fierce fighting, there was still no result. This made Jiang Huan, the abbot of the mountain who always claimed to be the source of Chinese cultivation, unable to accept it. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly spoke:

"Qi Qianshu, let's join hands to kill this big beast first. I can increase the spiritual stones and various resources aiding China in the treaty by 30%!" Jiang Huan spoke to win over Qi Qianshu, intending to kill Dao Muling together first, and then decide the ownership of the Nanming Sword.

"No, no, although Dao Mu Ling is a beast, he made extraordinary contributions in the Qiongzhou Campaign and is a friend of my Dao League."

Dao Mu Ling was startled, but he heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Qi Qiansu's response. He shouted, "Qi Kui Shou, why don't we work together to kill this Jiang Huan first! His Fangzhang Mountain is one of the three mountains on the sea, so why don't we attack the island directly? At that time, no matter how many spiritual stone resources it has, we will split them 50-50!"

"No, no, we have signed an agreement with Fangzhang Mountain. How can we betray our allies for a little profit?"

Although Qi Qiansu refused both sides, Dao Muling and Jiang Huan could see that this guy was waiting for a good price and wanted them to increase their bargaining chips to win him over.

Although they were filled with hatred, they had to suppress their anger when thinking of the famous Nanming Sword.

"I am willing to increase my share in the agreement by 60%!"

"I can set up a Heavenly Dao experiment and conquer Fangzhang Mountain together. The Dao Alliance and I will split the resources on the island 70% to 30%!"

The two of them walked on the stacked chips, creating a real fire, and various forbidden techniques emerged one after another.

However, at this moment, Shimaki Ryo, who was using the true form of the Yamata no Orochi, seemed to sense something, his pupils shrank, and the huge Yamata no Orochi's Dharma body smashed Qi Qiansu and Shimaki Ryo, then restored his human form and fled thousands of meters away.

Jiang Huan was immediately overjoyed, thinking that Qi Qiansu had finally been persuaded to join forces with him to kill Dao Mu Ling first, and he was about to chase him with his long sword in great enthusiasm.

"Captain Qi, and the one holding the knife, we will discuss our fight another day. Since someone who is more suitable to hold the sword than us has appeared today, I will take my leave first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dao Mu Ling had already flown thousands of meters away, leaving only an imperceptible dot.

Qi Qiansu and Jiang Huan were both caught off guard. No one had expected that Shimoki Ling, who was so murderous and determined to get the Nanming Sword just a second ago, would give up so easily and escape so decisively.

Especially Qi Qiansu, he had no idea of ​​joining forces with one side to kill the other side. Given the identities of Dao Muling and Jiang Huan, no matter which of them died here today, it would not be a good thing for China.

The Nanming Sword is the most important, so Jiang Huan did not chase after Mu Ling. Instead, he looked at Qi Qiansu warily and looked around carefully.

And below, a one-armed young man in a white robe was standing next to the ghost cultivator, staring at the two of them coldly.

"Li Ling'er!"

Qi Qiansu and Zhao Ziyao were overjoyed and instantly understood who the person that Shimoki Ling was talking about who was more suitable to wield the sword!

Li Ling'er, one of the Five True Disciples of Baiyun, is hailed as the most likely seed to become the next generation of Li Zhenjun, the sword immortal. It is indeed most appropriate for him to take the sword on behalf of his master.

"Born with a Kunlun fetus! And a sword-qi alien species!"

Fangzhang Mountain has an ancient heritage. Jiang Huan's eyes are so sharp that he instantly saw through Li Linger's background and became extremely jealous.

"Kunlun Tai, you have a good background. My Fangzhang Mountain likes to recruit talented disciples from all over the world. If you take out the Nanming Sword, I can accept you as my disciple!"

Jiang Huan had an arrogant look on his face, and the cultivation and aura of a human immortal master were fully displayed.

In his understanding, there is an unbridgeable gap between the Taoists and the human immortals. One is a mortal, while the other has the word "immortal" in his heart. Although the one on the other side is a Taoist, it is impossible not to be tempted by the recruitment of a human immortal master!
"You do not deserve."

Li Linger spoke coldly and slapped Jiang Huan's face mercilessly.

"I am a traveler of Fangzhang Mountain in China. Fangzhang Mountain is the source of the Taoist lineage in China. There are countless masters and countless inheritances. But now your Baiyun Mountain has lost its mountain gate and there is not even a human immortal master."

Jiang Huan's face turned cold and he made one last attempt.

"What Fangzhang Mountain? You hid your head when the demon came, and showed your tail after the demon was defeated. If my master was here, even if you, Fangzhang Mountain, fled far away overseas, could you withstand my master's sword?!"

"You don't know how to appreciate my kindness!" Jiang Huan narrowed his eyes, then slashed down with his knife suddenly. When the knife was about to hit Li Ling'er, it was narrowly blocked by Qi Qian's mouth.

However, Li Linger did not appreciate Qi Qiansu's kindness. Although she had only one arm, her aura was far greater than before.

"Why, Qi Kuishou, do you also want to covet my master's Nanming Sword?"

Li Linger looked up and questioned, her words were full of thorns, and she was dissatisfied with Qi Qiansu's attempt to smooth things over and his hesitation.

Qi Qiansu's face froze. He knew that there was a rift between the two sides, but from his point of view, he had no choice but to do so.

With a sigh, Qi Qiansu did not argue, but sighed softly, put away his sword and dropped it to the ground.

"Baiyun Mountain will handle the issues of our Baiyun Mountain on its own!"

Li Ling'er turned around and looked at Zhao Ziyao next to her.

"Sister Ziyao, can you lend me the Chengying Sword?"

"Ah, oh oh, no problem!"

Zhao Ziyao came back to her senses and quickly drew out the Chengying Sword and handed it to Li Linger.
Although she didn't know how strong Li Ling'er was now, she still chose to believe it.

"A battle between a Taoist and a human immortal, what a joke!"

Jiang Huan in the air saw Li Linger taking the sword and looking at him murderously with disdain on his face.

"You know it's impossible but you still do it, you know it's impossible but you still fight. In Baiyun Mountain, ordinary people can draw their swords to ask the immortals, and the immortals can kill themselves and slaughter gods. How can a guy like you who only knows how to hide his head and show his tail understand this?"

Li Linger shook her head, her aura rising continuously. Holding the Chengying sword in her hand, she walked in the air, step by step towards Jiang Huan in the air.

"Well, I will guide you first, so that you can know what is the smooth road in this world!"

Jiang Huan said coldly, still unwilling to give up recruiting Li Linger, jealous of Li Linger's Kunlun fetus.

"One seed is not enough, what about two?"

Just when the situation was tense, a brilliant bolt of lightning came from the south, riding on five small flags and landing beside Li Linger with a terrifying aura.

"Wang Shuhuan, the true disciple of Baiyun Mountain, is here!"

The lightning faded away, revealing an ordinary-looking man in a down jacket, pointing his sword at the human-immortal Jiang Huan opposite him.

(End of this chapter)