Full level of enlightenment: I achieved Daozu by ascending to the lower realm

Chapter 26 The Old Man with the Divine Sword
Zhenwu Mountain was originally named Shenjian Mountain.

The old man with the Divine Sword is the master of Divine Sword Mountain.

decades ago.

Taoist Longshan traveled here and met the old man Shenjian. The old man Shenjian had a hot temper and the two had an argument for some unknown reason. Then the old man Shenjian made a bet with him personally that if he lost, he would give Shenjian Mountain to him.

Unexpectedly, he was defeated by Taoist Longshan by one move.

Taoist Longshan had no choice but to decline.

But the old man with the magic sword kept his promise and took the initiative to leave with his servants.

In the end, Taoist Longshan simply rebuilt the Zhenwu Sect on this Shenjian Mountain.

But the story is not over yet.

The old man Shenjian was very unconvinced. After seeing Taoist Longshan establish the Zhenwu Sect, he also created the Shenjian Sect in a competitive manner. The two made a ten-year agreement that every ten years, the old man Shenjian would go to Zhenwu Mountain to fight Taoist Longshan.

If he wins, he can take back Zhenwu Mountain.

The relationship between the two families was established from then on.

But obviously.

Taoist Longshan is more talented than old man Shenjian. Decades ago, Taoist Longshan was just one step behind. But now, Taoist Longshan has already perfected his Yuandan and is halfway to the realm of heaven and man, while old man Shenjian has only just stepped into the Yuandan realm not long ago.

The previous few ten-year agreements.

The old man with the magic sword left in disappointment.

But every time it arrives as promised.

Ning Qi couldn't help but smile as he thought about these things.

In his opinion, his master and old man Shenjian might have been close friends in the past, but old man Shenjian had a bad temper and couldn't let go of his pride.

But now the old man with the magic sword has gone up the mountain again to fulfill his promise. As one of the true disciples of the Zhenwu sect, he naturally has to show up.

Ning Qi walked steadily and briskly, with his hands behind his back like a little adult.

Following behind him was a white ape. The white ape was now wearing a Taoist robe, but the exposed hair was as white as snow, and its eyes were lively, making people feel mysterious at first glance. Against this backdrop, Ning Qi looked even more extraordinary.

At this moment, all the disciples of Zhenwu Sect gathered together, and the true disciples also arrived one by one.

"Is that Uncle Nine?"

"I didn't expect Uncle Nine to be so young. He must be only seven or eight years old. I wonder if he has stepped into the martial arts path?"

Some newly-initiated third-generation disciples discussed the matter curiously.

They were surprised to see that the usually mischievous white ape was now following Ning Qi so obediently.

Some second-generation disciples greeted with a smile.

He calls him Ninth Brother.

Ning Qi smiled and nodded.

The Zhenwu sect is united and there are rarely any dirty things happening.

Thanks to the Body Tempering Powder improved by Ning Qi, the strength of the Zhenwu School has now begun to show, and the cultivation of each disciple in the Body Tempering Stage is surpassing that of their peers.

"Greetings to Master and all the senior brothers and sisters."

Ning Qi walked to the front and saluted respectfully.

The same is true for white apes.

Taoist Longshan stroked his beard and smiled.

Luo Wentian and the others all smiled when they saw Ning Qi. In the past year, except for some special days, they rarely saw Ning Qi and missed him very much.

"Xiaojiu, you've grown taller again!"

Fifth Senior Brother Jiang Baishan said.

"Yeah, the little brat back then has grown bigger and bigger now."

Everyone was sighing that time passed so quickly.

It always felt like Ning Qi was just carried to Zhenwu Mountain yesterday. I didn't expect that five years have passed in the blink of an eye and Ning Qi has grown so big.

After a while.

The eighth disciple Qin Yun is here.

He first apologized to Taoist Longshan, and then greeted his fellow disciples with a smile.

In the past two years, Qin Yun has been practicing martial arts more and more diligently, and is almost becoming a martial arts fanatic.

His eyes fell on Ning Qi and said with a smile:

"Xiaojiu, you're here."

He was somewhat confused and uncertain, as he had no idea whether Ning Qi was real or not.

Ning Qi nodded and smiled:

"I originally thought that I had worked hard enough, but I didn't expect that Brother Eighth would arrive later than me." Qin Yun said helplessly:
"No other way. If you don't have enough qualifications, you can only work hard to make up for it."

Taoist Longshan frowned slightly when he heard this.

These days, he has focused most of his energy on breaking through to the level of a celestial being. All matters within the sect have been handed over to the eldest disciple Luo Wentian, so other disciples have not had the energy to worry about them. He had also heard Luo Wentian mention Qin Yun's crazy practice before.

Now it seems that it may be even more excessive than I imagined.

The art of martial arts is about perseverance and knowing when to relax and work hard.

He planned to find some time to talk to Qin Yun.

Qin Yun's talent was not inferior to his own, so there was no need to be so anxious. He could just follow the steps and his future achievements would surpass his own.

As for Ning Qi, he is different.

Taoist Longshan knew that this young disciple could not be judged by common sense.

Just thinking about it.

There was movement coming from the foot of the mountain.

Everyone looked over there.

One after another, strong-clad figures carrying long swords on their backs came rushing towards them, as fast as flying divine swords. They treated the mountains and fields as flat land, and they carried a sharp aura with them.

"The Divine Sword Step created by the old man Divine Sword? It is indeed extraordinary."

Ning Qi nodded secretly.

He habitually observes the subtleties of things, and some inspiration surges into his heart, which are the nourishment and foundation for growth.

Taoist Longshan laughed loudly and took the initiative to greet him:
"Brother Shenjian is indeed a trustworthy person. He never arrives early or late."

A cold snort sounded:

"Longshan Niubizi, stop making sarcastic remarks here."

All the disciples of Zhenwu Sect looked unhappy, but Taoist Longshan did not show any displeasure at all and continued to smile. He knew that this was the character of the old man with the magic sword.

Ning Qi looked over.

A strong and robust old man appeared in front of everyone. He had sharp eyes and a long sword on his back. The sword was wider and longer than ordinary swords and looked very domineering.

It was the old man with the magic sword.

Behind the old man with the Divine Sword were the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect.

Each of these Divine Sword Sect disciples were dressed in tight clothes, looked dignified, and displayed their swordsmanship. However, the eyes they looked at the Zhenwu Sect disciples were very unfriendly. Ning Qi was very familiar with that look. Generally, if a child has his toy snatched away by an older child and the child cannot beat the older child, the child will have a similar expression.

However, there was one person who caught Ning Qi's attention.

He was a fair and tender little fat boy, also carrying a sword on his back, but he was looking around, had a runny nose, and didn't look very smart.

He met Ning Qi's gaze, his eyes lit up, and he grinned foolishly, then was stopped by a senior brother from the Divine Sword Sect next to him.

Ning Qi smiled back.

"Brother Shenjian, I haven't seen you for ten years, but you are still as charming as ever."

Taoist Longshan said with emotion.

The old man with the magic sword relaxed a little. He looked at Taoist Longshan and was slightly shocked. He could no longer see through the other party's strengths and weaknesses.

The old man Shenjian couldn't help but ask:
"Have you taken that step?"

Taoist Longshan shook his head:

"It's still a little worse."

The old man Shenjian was silent for a moment, then he couldn't help but say sourly:
"You, Ox Nose, have lived a good life in Zhenwu Mountain these years."

Taoist Longshan smiled and said:
"Thanks to Brother Shenjian, Zhenwu Mountain is indeed a blessed land."

The old man with the magic sword turned pale. He felt that what the guy opposite him said was extremely irritating, but he couldn't refute it.

He could only snort coldly:

"Don't be so proud. Zhenwu Mountain is only temporarily in your custody."

Taoist Longshan shook his head and laughed. He said sincerely:
"As long as Brother Shenjian asks, I will return Zhenwu Mountain to you and I will look for another place."

"Stop, stop!"

The old man with the magic sword shouted angrily.

"Don't give me that crap. I don't need anyone to tell me what to do in my life. Since I lost Zhenwu Mountain to you, I won't break my promise. Even if I want to take it back, I have to do it in an upright manner!"

"Longshan Niubi, do you think you are no match for me and want to give in first?"

"I tell you, it's impossible!"

"Have you forgotten the ten-year agreement?"

The old man with the Divine Sword had his hair and beard standing tall, and he looked very imposing, while the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect behind him held their heads high and chests puffed out.

(End of this chapter)