I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 53 Slap
Endless thoughts, like flying snow, drifting across the sky.

After a long while, Lu Wujiu finally collected his distracting thoughts, dismounted, and bowed, saying:

"Lu Wujiu, greetings to Junior Brother Xiang!"

"No gifts, no gifts!"

Xiang Yang was overjoyed, but suddenly realized: "Wait, how did I become your junior brother? I should be your senior brother!"

Lu Wujiu said, "Junior Brother Xiang should be younger than me, right?"

Xiang Yang was anxious: "What does this have to do with age? Whoever enters first is the elder brother. This has always been the way in Xuanmen."

Lu Wujiu pretended to be confused: "Really? In my hometown, seniority is based on age."

"It's not Zhengyi Dao!"

"Okay, I'll go to Zhengyi Dao someday when I'm free and talk to you."

As Lu Wujiu spoke, he threw out a paper-cut horse. The paper-cut swelled in the wind and turned into a horse in the blink of an eye.

"Brother, aren't you going to slay demons and monsters? Then hurry up and go!"

Lu Wujiu jumped on his horse and swung the whip. With a crisp "snap" sound, the mountains and forests in front of him suddenly tilted to both sides, leaving a straight mountain path.

Xiang Yang was stunned and quickly climbed onto the paper-cut horse, shouting, "Brother, wait for me!"

"Brother, where are we going?"

"Support the Mountain God!"

"Ah?! Mountain, mountain god?"

The sound of astonishment shook the snow forest and startled countless flying birds.

The grass is dry and the eagle's eyes are sick, and the snow is light with its horseshoes.

After running all night, when we reached Licheng, Nanyang, the snow gradually stopped and the north wind died down.

Lu Wujiu slowed down his horse and looked back: "Junior brother, can you still hold on?"

Xiang Yang had probably never experienced hardship before. He was shivering from the cold, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "A few broken clouds, nothing serious."

Lu Wujiu said no more and slowed down his pace.

After walking like this for another half a day, we finally arrived at the border of Lao Lu Mountain.

Snow also started falling on Laolu Mountain, and the mountain was covered in white. As the horses galloped forward, the plants and trees in the forest sensed the situation and made way for the path.

When they reached the mountain wall, a squirrel jumped out and landed on Lu Wujiu's shoulder. It chirped incessantly and gestured from time to time, its movements very lifelike.

"Someone came from the mountain? Did he go to Lao Lu Temple?"

Lu Wujiu's face darkened, and he turned around and ran towards Lao Lu Temple again.

Xiang Yang sat on his horse, looking at the Taoist temple in the distance, which was covered in snow and integrated with Lao Lu Mountain, and asked curiously:
"Brother, where is this?"

"Lao Luguan, I am here as a guest official!"

"Oh!"

When he arrived at the door, the disciple guarding the door came to greet him with a look of surprise.

"Sir, something happened."

"Don't be in a hurry. Speak slowly."

"Yes, this morning, a group of people claiming to be from the Joyful Hall broke in, demanding that you hand over their deputy hall master by name. We didn't know who the deputy hall master was, but they refused to accept that and broke in to search the temple. Now they're even refusing to leave..."

The gatekeeper disciple hurriedly told the whole story of what happened in the temple.

Lu Wujiu walked into the temple while listening.

When I walked outside the inner courtyard, I saw two maids standing at the door.

When the maid saw him, she quickly turned around and went in to report.

Lu Wujiu walked straight in and saw a young female monk wearing a semi-transparent gauze dress, leaning against the stone table in the courtyard, with her legs crossed and drinking from a glass of wine.

The naked feet swayed in the wind, making the old Lu Temple disciples look fascinated.

What's worse, some of them even knelt beside the woman and massaged her calves.

The woman saw Lu Wujiu, squinted her eyes, and said contemptuously:

"You are the guest of Laolu Temple, the guest of honor of the Laolu Mountain God, Lu Wujiu?"

Lu Wujiu glanced at him but didn't respond. On the other side of the stone table, the old Lushan God sat upright to accompany him.

Seeing Lu Wujiu coming back, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to greet him:
"Daoyou, you're back!" "Well, who is she?"

"The third in command of Huanxi Hall—the chief steward, Ji Lingshuang."

Lu Wujiu nodded, looked around, and asked, "Where is Liu Qingtan?"

Old Lushan God's eyes showed a hint of shame: "I'm preparing... tea for the people in Huanxi Hall!"

Seeing Lu Wujiu's sword-like eyebrows raised, he hurriedly explained: "I sent someone to do it, but Liu Qingtan insisted on going alone... It seems that he has been bewitched, and I can't do anything about it."

As he was speaking, Liu Qingtan appeared from the door, holding a tray with tea and dried fruits on it.

When Lu Wujiu saw this, the Qingling Jade shook, and a power of cleansing evil condensed at his fingertips. He snapped his fingers again, and Liu Qingtan's whole body stiffened instantly.

After a while, he blinked, looked at the tray in his hand, then looked at Lu Wujiu, his eyes suddenly reddened, and he could only walk over with grievance: "Sir, please have some tea!"

"How dare you! Master Liu, is this how you treat guests?"

The maid behind Ji Lingshuang pointed at her nose and cursed.

Lu Wujiu didn't even look at it. He picked up the teacup on the tray, poured himself a cup, drank it all in one gulp and said, "After returning from the snowstorm, it's a pleasure to boil snow in a new stove!"

Ji Lingshuang kicked away the old disciple who was massaging her feet, stood up and sneered:

"What an arrogant person! Where did you come from? You're just a wild cultivator, relying on your cunning and scheming skills to bully others, and you dare to imprison the Vice-President of Huanxi Hall. What is your crime?"

Lu Wujiu looked at the old Lushan God and asked, "You didn't give her the person, did you?"

Old Lushan God shook his head: "No."

Ji Lingshuang, who had never been looked at seriously from beginning to end, was furious: "Asshole——"

"Shut up!"

From a distance of more than ten steps, Lu Wujiu raised his hand and slapped him.

"Snapped!"

Ji Lingshuang tilted her head, and a scarlet bloody handprint immediately appeared on her delicate and beautiful cheek.

"You, you dare to hit me..."

Ji Lingshuang covered her cheeks with a look of disbelief and even more fear: "You... who are you?"

"Junior brother, beat her up!"

Xiang Yang was dumbfounded and stammered, "No, Brother, hitting a woman is not good, right?"

Lu Wujiu asked, "A decent woman would use charm?"

Xiang Yang thought about it and nodded seriously: "That makes sense."

As he spoke, he made a hand seal with one hand, shouted "fast", and the magic sword behind him soared into the sky with a "whoosh" sound!

Ji Lingshuang's face changed drastically when she saw this scene. She knelt down and begged for mercy: "Master, please spare my life. I am a disciple of the Fangzhong Sect. I didn't recognize you. I hope you will forgive me!"

Xiang Yang, who was controlling the sword with hand gestures, turned his head and looked at Lu Wujiu when he saw this.

Lu Wujiu looked at the magic sword floating in the air and his heart skipped a beat.

This was the first time he had seen a flying sword since he traveled through time! As soon as this magical skill was used, it immediately set a new precedent from other sword techniques.

"Tell me, what brings you here?"

"I heard that Deputy Hall Master Lu Hong made his last appearance at the Laolu Mountain God Mountain Climbing Ceremony, so I came to inquire about it."

"What a question! Lu Hong openly deceived the mountain god's guests at the Ascension Ceremony and used them as soldiers. What crime should he be punished for?"

Ji Lingshuang's figure trembled: "I'll leave everything to the Immortal Master!"

"is it?"

Lu Wujiu smiled slightly: "Lu Hong's crime is not worthy of death. He should be released after a minor punishment. As for you, your crime is not worthy of death either. Then stay and be a maid for a few days!"

After he finished speaking, Ji Lingshuang raised his head in fear.

——If Lu Hong goes back, how can she still covet the position of hall master?

"Don't want to?"

"Yes, yes!"

Ji Lingshuang quickly agreed, but couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, Immortal, which sect do you belong to?"

(End of this chapter)