I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 549 Wei Shuyang: Paying Respects to Junior Uncle

Outside the Listening to the Tide Pavilion.

Xu Fengnian was fishing with Lao Huang.

He was somewhat surprised to see Zhou Cheng'an and Minister Nangong come out together.

"Hey, what are you guys doing out here?"

As far as Xu Fengnian knew, the two of them had never come out in the morning.

Zhou Cheng'an was a little better; at least he would occasionally come out for lunch and leave promptly every evening.

Minister Nangong would not even eat lunch, and would read until midnight every day before leaving. Sometimes he would even stay at Tingchao Pavilion.

But today, the two of them came out of Tingchao Pavilion in the morning.

and many more!

Could it be that……

"Cheng'an, have you finished reading the sword manual?!"

Xu Fengnian was somewhat surprised by Zhou Chengan's reading speed, and added a double entendre at the end.

"You're so fast!"

To be fair, Zhou Cheng'an did read very quickly; his speed was so fast that it could hardly be called reading, but rather flipping through pages.

But Minister Nangong knew that Zhou Chengan, though seemingly flipping through the book casually, had already memorized the most essential parts of it.

This kind of talent is something she can only dream of.

Zhou Chengan glanced at Xu Fengnian and stretched.

He was in a good mood today and decided not to argue with Xu Fengnian over his last words.

Xu Fengnian, unaware that he had narrowly escaped disaster, laughed and said, "Then I'll go and call that old man out, and you two can have a fight?"

"You don't need to go, just go and get me a knife."

Before Xu Fengnian could make a move after Zhou Chengan finished speaking, the Minister of Works, Nangong, handed him his sword, Xiudong.

At the same time, Xu Xiao, who was standing at the window on the ninth floor, also threw down a Northern Liang knife.

Zhou Chengan caught the Beiliang sword and said to Nangong Pushe, "You said your sword will not be drawn for the time being, so today I will use the Beiliang sword to meet Chu Kuangnu."

After he finished speaking, a sharp sword intent burst forth from his body and surged into the lake.

Immediately afterwards, the calm lake surface began to ripple and surge.

It's getting worse!

Over the years, Xu Fengnian had seen Lao Kui stir up the lake water at the bottom of the lake before, but this time it was more violent and terrifying than any he had ever seen before.

That momentum was absolutely earth-shattering.

"Cheng'an, are you really capable of defeating that old monster at the bottom of the lake?" Xu Fengnian asked with some concern.

"It's not difficult."

Even Xuanyuan Dapan, who was at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, couldn't get away with it, so defeating Chu Kuangnu, who was at the Vajra Realm, would naturally be no problem for him.

"Then what are you waiting for? Go! Start fighting!"

"Don't worry, someone has already made a move."

As Zhou Chengan finished speaking, a gray figure leaped down from the third-floor corridor of Tingchao Pavilion.

He landed on one foot, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and gracefully glided into the lake.

Xu Fengnian subconsciously raised his hand, only to realize with a start that he had no cucumber to gnaw on, which was a bit of a disappointment.

A good show is about to begin, but there's no gossip to be had.

At this moment, the guard on the third floor of Tingchao Pavilion, also known as the martial slave in the Jianghu, was a Taoist master, Wei Shuyang of the Nine Pecks of Rice Sect, one of the three major Taoist sects. His cultivation level was not high, only a second-rank minor master, but he was proficient in Qimen Dunjia. Because of a rare copy of the "Cantongqi", he willingly entered Tingchao Pavilion as a slave.

Xu Fengnian had been climbing up and down the pavilion since he was a child, and he was very familiar with the five guards in Tingchao Pavilion. He would call them "Uncle" and "Grandpa" with great enthusiasm. When he was a child, he was tired of climbing the stairs and often asked Wei Shuyang to carry him.

Wearing a gray, wide-sleeved Taoist robe, Wei Shuyang sprang into the lake, skimming the surface like a dragonfly, and gracefully surged forward. With a flick of his sleeves, he created two jets of water that shot straight into the center of the lake like water dragons.

Xu Fengnian's eyes widened when he saw it, and he said in wonder: "It turns out that Grandpa Wei is so powerful. If I had known that I would have taken him with me when I went on the trip, those robbers and bandits wouldn't have been beaten to pieces."

Upon hearing this, Old Huang instantly became resentful, his old face displaying a truly bitter expression.

Xu Fengnian didn't want to upset Lao Huang, who had followed him through three years of hard work, so he quickly added, "No matter how skilled Grandpa Wei is, he can't compare to Lao Huang's thoughtfulness in raiding bird nests and catching fish. There are many experts in this world, but there's only one Lao Huang who can weave straw sandals."

Old Huang's tender smile, full of affection, gave Xu Fengnian goosebumps. He quickly said, "Watch the show, watch the show, don't miss it."

In the lake.

Two thick, jet-black chains burst forth from the water like angry dragons emerging from the sea, their imposing presence terrifying.

At the end of the chain were two handleless knives, one with a blade as clear as snow, and the other as red as blood.

In Xu Fengnian's words, it has a very appealing appearance, is top-notch, and exudes the aura of a master.

It's just that His Highness doesn't have any silver notes on hand right now, otherwise he would definitely shout "Reward!"

The two water dragons were easily shattered by the twin swords, and the surging lake water fell like a torrential downpour.

According to the original plot, Chu Kuangnu would have emerged from the water and knocked Wei Shuyang into the lake with a single move, leaving his fate unknown.

However, now there is Zhou Chengan.

Wei Shuyang was, after all, a member of the Nine Pecks of Rice sect, so Zhou Cheng'an naturally couldn't just watch him get hurt, and that's why he took action.

A massive blade of light slashed down, almost spanning the entire lake surface.

The extreme cold contained within the blade's gleam froze the lake surface and the two hiltless blades in mid-air in an instant.

Xu Fengnian was dumbfounded: "Holy crap, when did Cheng'an become so powerful?"

Old Huang smiled but didn't reply.

boom!
The old beast at the bottom of the lake broke through the ice and rushed out.

Freed from the constraints of the heavy copper balls at the bottom of the lake, the burly Chu Kuangnu laughed wildly, his white hair flowing freely, resembling a Yama, the King of Hell.

The remaining four guards of Tingchao Pavilion all came out together, forming a triangular formation, and stood solemnly in the four directions of east, west, south, and north.

Xu Xiao sat next to Li Yishan, with his adopted son Yuan Zuozong standing behind him.

Knowing who the protagonist of this battle was, neither Xu Xiao nor Yuan Zuozong spoke, only Li Yishan muttered to himself.

"With Chu Kuangnu out, it looks like countless pavilions will have to be torn down again."

Just as he finished speaking, Chu Kuangnu roared.

"Huang Laojiu, come out and face your death!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Fengnian looked at Lao Huang beside him and said, "As expected, Lao Huang, you are also an expert."

Along the way, he had actually realized back in Huishan that Old Huang was definitely not an ordinary coachman, but he just hadn't said it out loud.

Old Huang first grinned at Xu Fengnian, and then looked at Chu Kuangnu.

"Fighting is possible, but you have to defeat him first."

Chu Kuangnu looked at Zhou Cheng'an and noticed the Northern Liang sword he had drawn. He asked with some surprise, "Was that your sword intent just now? Was that your sword strike?"

"it's me."

Chu Kuangnu's white hair danced wildly, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, resembling a demon god.

"Hahaha, alright, then I'll kill you first, then kill that Huang Laojiu."

"Oh."

Zhou Chengan raised the Northern Liang Blade in his hand with a calm expression.

At the same time, Chu Kuangnu shattered the frost on the chains, and then with a swing of the chains, a scarlet giant blade slashed towards Zhou Chengan and his group in an arc.

Its blade strikes are domineering and unparalleled, slicing through the sky and accompanied by a whistling wind.

Without hesitation, Wei Shuyang, who had already left the scene, shielded Xu Fengnian behind him.

Zhou Chengan stepped forward and swung his knife in a backhand motion.

With a crisp "clang," the crimson giant sword flew back.

"it is good!"

Xu Fengnian shouted, about to praise Zhou Chengan, but found that he had already disappeared from the spot.

So fast?! The sound of metal clashing rang out again.

Xu Fengnian, who was surprised by Zhou Chengan's speed, came to his senses and quickly looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Chu Kuangnu wielded his twin swords with chains, displaying astonishing power.

The flashing blades were like a dazzling display of flowers, absolutely stunning.

In contrast, Zhou Cheng'an's swordsmanship was extremely simple, consisting of nothing more than slashing, chopping, and parrying... as if he were a beginner swordsman.

Li Yishan, who thought he was about to destroy countless pavilions and towers, laughed.

"This Taoist priest Zhou... is a good person."

Zhou Cheng'an's swordsmanship seemed simple, but each of his strikes was incredibly precise. He not only broke Chu Kuangnu's swordsmanship but also directly severed the sword energy, so the nearby pavilions and towers were unharmed.

Watching the two fighting in mid-air above the lake, Nangong Pushe, who was holding Xiu Dong in his hand, couldn't help but extend the blade an inch from the hilt, but ultimately put it back.

After twenty moves, Zhou Cheng'an slammed Chu Kuangnu into the lake with a single blow.

Xu Xiao laughed heartily: "Cheng An, you're amazing!"

"Hey, Xu, why are you stealing my lines!" Xu Fengnian roared in dissatisfaction.

Although he had thought Zhou Chengan would win, he did not expect Zhou Chengan to win so easily.

We hadn't even had our fill of watching before the battle was over.

Zhou Chengan sheathed his sword, darted back to the shore, smiled at Xu Xiao to express his gratitude, and then tossed the Northern Liang sword over.

Just then, a massive body, a full ten feet tall, burst out of the lake once more.

However, he didn't make a move this time; he just glared at Zhou Cheng'an.

"If you're not satisfied, let's go fight in the lake tomorrow."

"Alright, it's a deal!" Chu Wangkuang's tone was filled with intense resentment: "By the way, what's your name? When did the martial arts world begin to have a master swordsman like you, and one who's also so young?"

"Zhou Cheng'an".

"Old Kui, my brother only recently started practicing his swordsmanship. His real strength lies in his fist techniques." Xu Fengnian said with a smug look on his face, while demonstrating a blocking punch: "He's known in the martial arts world as Zhou Yi Chui!"

boom!
Xu Fengnian was slammed into the lake by a powerful punch.

Xu Xiao smiled bitterly.

A genuine smile appeared on Li Yishan's gaunt face.

As for Yuan Zuozong, who was on the battlefield with his white horse and silver spear, killing people and banners as if they were nothing, he narrowed his phoenix eyes, his fighting spirit burning brightly.

Sensing his fighting spirit, Xu Xiao smiled and asked, "Can you win?"

"Godfather, Zuo Xiong wants to give it a try."

Xu Xiao shook his head: "Forget it, he just fought with Chu Kuangnu. It wouldn't be honorable for him to win, and it would be even more shameful for him to lose. Let's find another time."

At other times?
Li Yishan shook his head inwardly.

In his view, if Yuan Zuozong did not make a move today, their Northern Liang's Zuo Xiong would probably have no chance of winning in the future.

You can't win with swordsmanship.

In terms of overall combat strength, they simply cannot win.

At the lakeside, Xu Fengnian climbed out of the lake.

Ignoring his soaking wet clothes, he laughed at Chu Kuangnu and said, "See? My brother's fist technique is amazing, isn't it?"

Chu Kuangnu frowned slightly: "Next time, try using your fist techniques, I'd like to see!"

Zhou Chengan shook his head: "That would be meaningless."

"you……"

Chu Kuangnu was so angry that he trembled all over and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Seeing this, Xu Fengnian patted him and laughed, "Old Kui, I'll get you a table full of food and wine. Let's eat and drink our fill before we fight him. He's too arrogant; I can't stand it."

"Alright, that's what you said, hurry up."

Zhou Chengan ignored them, only glancing at Wei Shuyang before uttering two words indifferently.

"waste!"

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'you'? As a senior member of the sect, am I not allowed to scold you?!"

"Elders from the same sect?" Wei Shuyang looked bewildered.

It should be noted that Wei Shuyang is of a high seniority in the Nine Pecks of Rice sect. Normally, a young man of Zhou Cheng'an's age would probably have to call him patriarch.

However, Zhou Cheng'an's master had a higher seniority in the Nine Pecks of Rice sect.

When Wu Lingsu dispersed the Nine Pecks of Rice sect, even the then-leading Celestial Master had to address his master as Grand Uncle.

Wei Shuyang and the former sect leader were of the same generation.

"Your Taoist name is Guanyi, and your master is Xuanyun of the Fumo Temple. Am I not your senior disciple?"

Wei Shuyang was dumbfounded.

As a ancestral temple in Qingcheng Mountain, Fumo Temple was little known even to the older generation of the Nine Pecks of Rice sect, let alone the long-lost grandmaster Xuanyun.

Since Zhou Cheng'an could name Xuan Yun of the Demon-Subduing Temple, Wei Shuyang already believed seven or eight parts of what he said. However, he still turned to look at Xu Fengnian and Lao Huang, trying to verify it with them.

“Grandpa Wei, it should be right. I heard him talk about it with Zhao Niubi from Longhu Mountain.” Xu Fengnian said, a look of curiosity on his face: “What, Grandpa Wei, is that Daoist Xuanyun of a very high seniority?”

"Great! Even your Grandpa Wei would have to call him Grand Uncle-Master." Old Huang laughed, "Old Wei, am I right?"

Wei Shuyang ignored him and Xu Fengnian and gave Zhou Chengan a deep bow.

"Junior Uncle Wei Shuyang greets Junior Uncle Guanyi!"

Zhou Cheng'an gave a faint "hmm": "Junior Nephew Jingting, may I scold you now?"

"Yes, I can scold you. My junior uncle is useless, so it's only right that he scolds me."

Zhou Chengan nodded in satisfaction: "You're quite sensible. Pack your things and come back to the mountain with me in a while."

"what?"

Zhou Cheng'an's face instantly darkened: "What? You're quite enjoying being a slave in the Northern Liang Prince's mansion, aren't you?"

"no no."

Wei Shuyang shook his head vigorously, and finally said with a bitter smile, "Junior Uncle, let alone whether the Prince will let me go, even if we can go, where can we go? You may not know, but our Qingcheng Mountain has long been occupied by Wu Lingsu of the Shenxiao Sect."

Although Wei Shuyang's martial arts skills were not very good, he was proficient in Qimen Dunjia and geomancy. He was the Jingxiao lineage leader that Zhou Cheng'an favored. So even if Wei Shuyang did not want to leave, Zhou Cheng'an would have to tie him up and take him back to Qingcheng Mountain.

Of course, if he were to be taken back, then Wei Shuyang would at most only have the position of an elder.

"My Nine Pecks of Rice sect doesn't need to worry about anyone's feelings. If I tell you to come with me, then come. Why all the nonsense?" Zhou Cheng'an flicked his sleeves and entered the Listening Tide Pavilion with a cold face.

Nangong Pushe glanced at Wei Shuyang and then followed him into Tingchao Pavilion.

"I never imagined that Brother Cheng'an would have such a high seniority in the Nine Pecks of Rice Sect!"

Xu Fengnian exclaimed in surprise, then turned his gaze to Wei Shuyang, who was standing there in a daze, and said with a smile, "Grandpa Wei, you can go with him without worry. I guarantee my dad won't dare to utter a word."

Wei Shuyang shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I'm not worried about the Prince, I'm worried about the King of Qingcheng Mountain."

Xu Fengnian suddenly realized and laughed loudly, "So you're worried about Wu Lingsu? He's nothing. My brother Cheng'an could kill him with one punch. Besides, it seems that he's not in charge of Qingcheng Mountain anymore."

"What do you mean by 'not making the decision'?"

"I don't know the specifics either. Anyway, he is currently only the head of the Danxiao lineage of Qingcheng Mountain. The one who is in charge is the head of the Shenxiao lineage, but I didn't see him when I went to Qingcheng Mountain."

Upon hearing Xu Fengnian's words, Lao Huang suddenly remembered something.

The true owner of Qingcheng Mountain is also surnamed Zhou, and is also the Crown Prince's cousin.

Could it be that... that mysterious and unpredictable sect leader is actually Zhou Cheng'an?!
Xu Fengnian hadn't thought of that; he thought of something else.

“Grandpa Wei, Cheng’an isn’t just your junior uncle, he’s also my cousin. So how should you address me?”

Wei Shuyang, who was originally somewhat troubled, was so angry at Xu Fengnian's question that he laughed out loud.

"You brat, trying to make fun of this old Taoist priest, huh? Don't think that just because you're a prince, this old Taoist priest won't dare to beat you up..."

(End of this chapter)