I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 555 A Drop of Wine, a Flying Sword, Pear Blossoms Fill the Sky

Winter passes and spring comes.

The foot of the mountain is already covered in blooming flowers, while the fragrance of flowers is just beginning to fill the air on the mountain.

I've been back on the mountain for almost half a year now, and apart from the increased number of people and the more prosperous incense offerings, nothing seems to have changed.

That day, Zhou Cheng'an had barely sat down when Wu Lingsu came to report that a distinguished guest had come to visit Qingyang Palace, and that the guest had come specifically to visit Zhou Cheng'an.

Ever since Zhou Chengan dealt with Wu Lingsu and his son, killing Wu Shizhen and leaving an heir for the Wu family, Wu Lingsu has become completely obedient.

Especially recently, when the Li Yang court tried to take action against Qingcheng Mountain and almost kidnapped his grandson Wu Mian, and Zhou Cheng'an made a name for himself in the martial arts world, Wu Lingsu now completely regarded himself as the leader of the Danxiao lineage of the Nine Pecks of Rice Sect.

His greatest wish was to build the Danxiao lineage into an impregnable fortress, which he would then leave to his grandson, Wu Mian.

However, since Zhao Huaien and the others have recently come down from the mountain, the affairs of the front hall have been handed over to Wu Lingsu.

Upon hearing Wu Lingsu's report, Zhou Cheng'an initially thought it was someone from the Li Yang court, but upon using his divine sense, he discovered it was actually Xu Fengnian.

It has to be said that Xu Fengnian's arrival was truly coincidental.

His mother didn't go up the mountain the last time he went.

His mother wasn't on the mountain this time either.

But unlike last time, this time it was the sixtieth birthday of an elder in the Zhou family.

Knowing it was Xu Fengnian, Zhou Chengan asked Wu Lingsu to inform Zhao Yutai first, so that the aunt and nephew could have a reunion.

Wu Lingsu still doesn't know the relationship between Xu Fengnian and Zhao Yutai. When Zhou Chengan asked him to ask Zhao Yutai to meet the guests, he didn't take it seriously and went to Zhao Yutai's Qiujian Pavilion.

Qingyang Palace, in a secluded courtyard.

One hundred elite light cavalry are resting and reorganizing.

Leading the group was a black-armored general, with a robust physique yet exuding a gentle and respectful air. He wielded a striking halberd with the character "卜" (bu), and carried a large pouch filled with over a dozen short halberds. It was clear at a glance that he was a formidable charging general capable of taking on ten thousand men.

This person is Ning Emei, one of the Four Musketeers of Northern Liang and the commander of the Phoenix Battalion.

Xu Fengnian, the weary prince of Beiliang, sat beside a deep well in the courtyard, with the graceful and beautiful maid Jiang Ni by his side.

There was also a stunningly beautiful woman in white, holding a white cat in her arms, accompanied by Yu Youwei, the former courtesan of the Zijin Pavilion.

Yu Youwei gently stroked the white cat's fur, glancing at the one-armed, lecherous old man who was feasting on a chicken leg on the other side, and the double-sword old man who was drinking wine.

Because the one-armed old man's eyes were so lewd, she spat inwardly and turned to Xu Fengnian, saying, "When exactly is that Master Zhou arriving?"

Xu Fengnian, who was also gnawing on a chicken leg, pointed to the trio of Old Meng, Crippled Kong, and Liu Luganzi eating at the door and laughed, "After those three finish eating, even Master Zhou might not come."

"Ok?"

Yu Youwei turned around and glanced at it, then gave a puzzled "hmm".

Xu Fengnian shook his head and laughed, "You don't know, back then, Lao Huang and I waited for more than half a month before we finally got to see Master Zhou."

"Really?"

"I've only heard his voice but never seen him. Even if I did see him once, I'm not sure if I'll actually be able to meet this Master Zhou this time."

Hearing this, Chu Kuangnu couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

If he remembered correctly, the Master Zhou that Xu was talking about should be the Little Master. Doesn't Xu know that his cousin is actually the controller of Qingcheng Mountain?
Just as he was about to speak, he heard the maid Jiang Ni say, "This Master Zhou is so hard to see, what brings you here?"

Xu Fengnian turned his head and smiled: "I'm not telling you."

"You..." Jiang Ni choked, and said irritably, "Why didn't that old immortal from Qingcheng Mountain who just brought you food summon a bolt of lightning to strike you dead!"

Upon hearing this, the one-armed old man laughed: "Forget about that Qingcheng King Wu Lingsu, he looks like a complete fool. It would be more like Qi Xuanzhen, I have some connection with him. It's a pity that the Taoist has already ascended to immortality, otherwise, when we got to Longhu Mountain, I could have exchanged a few blows with him, and you would have seen the scene of thunder rolling and purple aura coming from the east."

"Old man, didn't Xu Fengnian say that Master Zhou is also incredibly powerful? Maybe Master Zhou can even summon heavenly lightning."

The one-armed old man chuckled: "I do hope that this Master Zhou has such abilities."

His words carried a rather unusual meaning to everyone present.

There's no denying that this one-armed old man is very strong.

Especially in the art of swordsmanship, it can be described as extremely advanced.

When they were assassinated on the road, this one-armed old man easily broke through the famous Fu Jiang Hongjia with just two sword strikes. It was indeed amazing. However, no matter how fierce and domineering his swordsmanship was, in the eyes of most of them, he was only regarded as a first-class master.

But the one-armed old man's boastful tone was truly astonishing.

Leaving aside the question of who this unknown Master Zhou is, let's talk about Qi Xuanzhen. Who in the world doesn't know him?

Throughout history, how many people can compare to Qi Xuanzhen?

For half a century, Qi Xuanzhen, whose surname was not related to the Zhao family of the Celestial Master's Mansion, was overshadowed by the Zhao family and was known as an immortal in the martial arts world.

The one-armed old man in the sheepskin coat claimed that he could fight against Qi Xianren and even forced him to summon purple qi from the east to summon heavenly thunder.

This is a ridiculously exaggerated claim!

It's fair to say that apart from Chu Kuangnu and Xu Fengnian, who knew the one-armed old man's true identity, no one else present believed it.

But Jiang Ni was the only one who dared to question or even ridicule the one-armed old man.

“Old man, I know you like to brag, but the way you’ve braggarted is… you’ve blown the horn to the heavens.”

Seeing that Jiang Ni didn't take it seriously, Li Chungang knew that he couldn't win the girl's respect and make her willing to become his disciple just by talking. So he had no choice but to give up and walk towards the door.

"Old man, where are you going?" Jiang Ni asked.

Li Chungang replied casually, "Just taking a walk."

"Senior, please don't cause trouble. I have a favor to ask of Master Zhou."

Li Chungang ignored Xu Fengnian's words completely.

He has seen through both glory and disgrace in his life.

Hearing that Xu Fengnian, that little bastard, had mentioned a Zhou Zhenren in Qingyang Palace who could use cloud energy as a sword, I was still very eager to try it myself.

He knew about the nine swords of the Yellow Formation Diagram.

It is also because of the nine swords that the Yellow Formation Diagram is called Sword Nine Yellow.

Now that Jian Jiu Huang has comprehended Jian Shi, he should no longer be called Jian Jiu Huang, but Jian Shi Huang.

Li Chungang had never seen the power of the Sword Ten.

But the fact that Huang Zhentu was spared from the clutches of Wang Xianzhi, the second-best martial artist in the world, is enough to show how extraordinary this Sword Ten is.

As far as he knew, Sword Ten was something Huang Zhentu came up with after observing the Cloud Qi Sword Song written by the Taoist surnamed Zhou.

So how high must Master Zhou's skill in swordsmanship be?
With these thoughts in mind, Li Chungang left the courtyard.

Not far from where they walked, they saw a tall, middle-aged Taoist nun carrying a sword box on her back and holding a whisk as she approached.

The two passed each other, and he couldn't help but turn back for another look.

Then, they continued walking and strolled around the Qingyang Palace.

Not long after we walked, we heard the sound of a zither. The music was melodious and had a unique charm.

Engrossed in the music, Li Chungang followed the sound of the zither to a courtyard.

There are several pear trees in the courtyard, their blossoms just beginning to open, emitting a delicate fragrance.

Below the pavilion, a young Taoist priest in a blue robe was playing the zither on the steps.

On his left and right sides, a boy and a girl sat cross-legged.

Below the steps, two young children each held a small animal, their expressions focused.

There was also a huge creature lying on the ground, its two big, round eyes staring at the Taoist priest in green robes playing the zither.

Li Chungang stood outside the courtyard, quietly listening to the music and watching the people and beasts inside.

As one song ends, another begins.

As a new song began, the voice of a Taoist priest in a green robe also sang.

"In the world of martial arts, laughter can dissolve grudges; when people exchange blows, laughter can conceal daggers."

"I laugh at the world's vicissitudes, for my heart is too high to reach."

"The bright moon shines, the road is long, people will grow old, but the heart will never grow old."

"I can't love you, I can't let go of you, I can't forget how good you are to me."

"Seemingly neither flower nor mist, the surging river cannot hold me back; a heart full of heroic spirit and unyielding pride, it turns out that heroes are lonely." "Laughing in the world, loving freedom, with zither or flute, wine poured, laughing to the sky, forgetting everything, as carefree as the wind..."

The sound of the zither accompanied the singing, reaching Li Chungang's ears. His eyes became misty, as if all the past events were replaying before his eyes.

Everything else can be forgotten, but that beautiful figure in a green robe is unforgettable!
The song is over.

The voice of the Taoist priest in the green robe came from the courtyard.

"Since the Sword God has arrived, why not come in and have a seat?"

Li Chungang paused for a moment, then took a deep breath, walked into the courtyard, and smiled at Zhou Chengan on the steps, saying, "What a fine piece of music! May I ask what the name of the piece you just heard was?"

"A laugh from the martial world," Zhou Chengan said with a smile.

"The laughter of the martial world..." Li Chungang murmured.

Immediately afterwards, he burst into laughter and exclaimed, "Well done, well done, a true tale of chivalry!"

A song of laughter echoes through the martial world; where in this vast land can one find a kindred spirit?

Good music is easy to find, but a true listener is hard to come by.

"I, Li Chungang, have met with Master Zhou."

Sword God Li Chungang, the Sword Armor among the Thirteen Armors of the Spring and Autumn Period.

He entered the Vajra Realm at the age of sixteen, the Finger Profound Realm at the age of nineteen, and the Celestial Phenomenon Realm at the age of twenty-four.

He then secluded himself for six years, never uttering a single sword strike, and finally mastered the unparalleled sword technique "Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate," becoming the number one swordsman in the world.

Upon first entering the martial world, he crossed the Yangtze River on his sword in Guangling and defeated Wu Wei of the Plum Blossom Sword Sect at the Sword Pool of Dongyue.

He entered the Wu Family Sword Tomb, defeated the Wu Family Sword Master, and took away the famous sword, Wooden Horse Ox.

He forced a barefoot, sword-wielding woman from the South China Sea, who seemed to roam the martial world like a sword immortal, back to her sect with a single finger.

He defeated the spear-wielding immortal Wang Xiu and gave him guidance.

He declared that there were no swordsmen in Western Shu, yet he entered Shu alone and killed sixteen sword masters who blocked his way.

He went west to Mount Landa, challenged the Buddha with his sword, and killed twenty-three Arhats...

His stories in the martial arts world are countless.

Jiazi ago, he was the leader of the four great masters. Fifty years ago, he fought against Wang Xianzhi. Because he cherished talent, he did not risk ruining his reputation and was defeated by Wang Xianzhi without using the Sword Opening Heaven Gate. Later, he mistakenly killed his beloved Green Cannon. He originally wanted to go to Longhu Mountain to ask Qi Xuanzhen for the Life-Extending Pill, but unexpectedly, his beloved died on the way.

While discussing the Dao with Qi Xuanzhen at the Demon-Slaying Platform, his mind was in great turmoil. After failing to open the Heavenly Gate with his sword, he lost all swordsmanship and his cultivation level dropped to the Profound Realm. He then left the Demon-Slaying Platform and exchanged an arm with Sui Xiegu. Afterward, he imprisoned himself in the Listening Tide Pavilion of the Northern Liang King's Mansion for twenty years, drawing a circle on the ground as his prison.

Zhou Chengan had not been able to meet him when he went to Beiliang, but unexpectedly, this old sword god took the initiative to come looking for him after he left Beiliang with Xu Fengnian.

In the martial arts world, there are always those who continue to write legends, and for many in the martial arts world, the Sword God Li Chungang is a legend.

Just like the saying goes—if Heaven had not given birth to Li Chungang, the way of the sword would have remained in eternal darkness.

Li Chungang is the bright moon that illuminates the way of the sword.

Zhou Chengan raised his hand and waved it, and a table and a chair slowly floated out of the attic window above his head, finally landing steadily in front of Li Chungang.

There was also a pot of wine and two small dishes on the table.

Zhou Cheng'an put the guqin aside, took out a pot of wine, and then gestured to Li Chungang to invite him.

"Swordsman Li, please!"

Li Chungang laughed heartily, raised the wine pot towards Zhou Cheng'an, and said with a smile, "Then I won't be polite."

After saying that, he raised the wine jug, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

Zhou Chengan poured himself a glass and took a small sip.

Monkey wine, brewed in the mountains, has a rich aroma of wine mixed with fruit, giving it a unique flavor.

Li Chungang drank quickly; a whole pot of wine was gone in no time. He reeked of alcohol, but showed no signs of drunkenness.

After they had drunk almost all the wine, Li Chungang laughed and said, "When we came to Qingcheng Mountain, I heard from that kid Xu Fengnian that there is a Zhou Zhenren on Qingcheng Mountain who is like an immortal. He used half of the Cloud Sword Song to help Huang Zhentu comprehend the Tenth Sword - Cloud Song."

"Song in the Clouds, Old Huang is quite good at naming things."

Upon hearing this, Li Chungang was taken aback.

Old Huang?

This name...

"It seems that Master Zhou knows Huang Zhentu."

"We know each other, and our relationship is not bad."

Li Chungang didn't ask much about the relationship between the two, but simply said "Oh" and laughed, "Today, Master Zhou invited me to drink. I have no other skills, so I would like to ask Master Zhou to examine my sword."

As they spoke, a drop of liquor drifted out.

Then, as soon as he finished speaking, Li Chungang flicked his finger, and the drop of wine flew towards Zhou Chengan like a sword.

Before it even got close, the drop of liquor suddenly changed in mid-air.

a drop.

Two drops.

Ten drops.

Hundreds and thousands of drops!
Connect them into a line, and they converge into a sword!
Seeing this, Zhou Chengan raised his hand and pinched a pear blossom in his hand.

Then, with a flick of his finger, the petals shot away.

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces.

In an instant, petals filled the sky.

In the courtyard, there are countless wines and swords, and pear blossoms fill the sky.

The two collide!
In an instant, the sky was filled with sword energy that shattered and exploded.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Little Hawthorn and Little Sparrow opened their eyes and watched as the pear blossoms enveloped the countless swords in the sky, and then the sword energy dissolved into each other. They couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

Compared to the two of them, Wu Mian and Wu Jing, who were holding two baby tigers, were obviously much more shocked. Looking at the rain of flowers, they couldn't help but open their mouths, too shocked to say a word.

The tiger-like creature, Xiao You, which had been lying on the ground, suddenly stood up, staring blankly with its head tilted back, as if all it could see were the pear blossoms in the sky.

A moment later, the sword energy dissipated, and a pear blossom slowly drifted down from mid-air.

In the world, all things returned to silence.

It was as if the shower of flowers had never happened.

Li Chungang stretched out his arm, opened his palm, and steadily caught the falling pear blossom.

The patterns on the pear blossoms are clearly visible, without the slightest damage.

With a flick of his hand, Li Chungang sent the pear blossoms to the ground.

Then, he stood up, bowed slightly to Zhou Cheng'an, and said with a smile, "Thank you for the wine today, Master Zhou. This old man is not a good drinker, so I will take my leave now."

"Take care, Li Jianshen."

Zhou Chengan stood up and returned the greeting with a kowtow.

After watching Li Chungang leave the courtyard, Xiao Que'er asked, "Master, is he the legendary Sword God Li Chungang?"

Zhou Chengan nodded: "It's him, no doubt."

"It's actually him!"

Little Hawthorn exclaimed in surprise, then lowered her voice and said, "But how come he lost an arm? Is there anyone in the world who could hurt him?"

"Want to know?"

"Mmm." Little Hawthorn nodded its head like a chick pecking at rice.

"Go ask him yourself."

Little Hawthorn: "..."

(End of this chapter)