Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 44: Father's Avengers Alliance (Please read and add another chapter!)

Ten days later.

The back mountain of Quanzhen Sect.

A young man in a green robe walked through the jungle and came to a place that looked like a tomb. There stood a stone tablet with four big words "No Entry for Outsiders" engraved on it.

He snapped his fingers and with a "swish" sound, the heavy stone door rumbled.

Soon, two women came out, followed by an old woman.

I saw one of the women, wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe, with almond eyes, rosy cheeks, bright eyes and white teeth. She was an extremely outstanding beauty.

The other woman was wearing a white dress that looked like a light gauze, and she seemed to be in the smoke and fog. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old. Except for her black hair, her whole body was snow-white, and her face was extremely beautiful.

"Zhuang Bu Ran, I haven't seen you for many years. You look much younger than me." Kun Dao's voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Zhuang was wondering why I hadn't heard from you in all these years. It turns out you had returned to the ancient tomb a long time ago."

The young man in green robe was slightly surprised:

"That's not right. With your nature of living and dying for love, shouldn't you turn into a murderous female devil after being hurt by love?"

Li Mochou laughed out loud when she heard this:
"You are the living Yama. Who dares to call himself a demon in front of you?"

"I can't tell!" Zhuang Bu Ran looked Kun up and down and said:

"With your personality, there will be a day when you let go."

"What do you mean by letting go? I just learned something from you."

Li Mochou's eyes were startled:
"Since we parted at Taihu Lake, I unknowingly returned to Zhongnan Mountain. Later, I mustered up the courage and returned to my master's sect. To my surprise, my master didn't blame me at all. He simply said, 'I'm back.'"

"Have you never left the ancient tomb since then?" Zhuang Bu Ran asked with interest.

"You've already said that I live for love and die for love, so how could I have never left the ancient tomb?"

Li Mochou said calmly:
"A few years ago, I went to Jiaxing to fulfill my ten-year appointment, and only then did I learn that Lu Zhanyuan and his wife had passed away."

"Before he died, he seemed to be afraid that I would implicate innocent people, so he gave the handkerchief I had given him to his own niece."

"Oh, how do you feel then?" Zhuang Bu Ran seemed to be listening to an opera.

"I don't know why, but I'm not as exhausted as I imagined. Just like the ten years in the ancient tomb, my mind is unusually peaceful." Li Mochou said calmly.

"Not caring is the only thing I've learned from you in the short time we've been together."

"I really don't know whether it's because you have a good understanding, or because I, Zhuang, am such a good teacher that I can actually enlighten someone with your temperament."

Zhuang Buyan said leisurely:

"It's a shame you haven't learned the essence. Being indifferent and narrow-minded has nothing to do with it. If I were you, I would definitely kill everyone in the Lu family, even the dogs."

"Zhuang Bu Ran, over the years, you have remained the same as before, without any change. You are still the evil Zhuang Yanluo." Li Mochou sighed.

"Stop talking nonsense. Has your sect had any new members in recent years?" asked the young man in green robe.

Li Mochou asked back:
"Let's not talk about myself, do you think my junior sister is someone who would accept a disciple?"

"She is beautiful and graceful, but her expression is cold and indifferent. I'm afraid she doesn't know what joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness are." Zhuang Bu Ran glanced at the girl in white and said:
"It seems that the person is indeed not in Zhongnan Mountain."

"Who are you looking for?"

Li Mochou looked surprised. She couldn't imagine that there would be a day when the young man in green robe would be unable to find someone. According to his personality, he always kept a distance from things that did not concern him.

"Enemy." Zhuang Bu Ran said slowly:
"Over the years, we've finally managed to eliminate some of the remnants, such as the remaining disciples of the Kongtong Sect, Kunlun Sect, and Dian Cang Sect. But unfortunately, there are still a few who slipped through the net and we've never been able to find them. It's really strange."

After these words were spoken, there was silence.

"As expected of you, your mind is indeed smaller than the eye of a needle." Li Mochou shook her head helplessly.

"Forget it, let's just wait for those guys to come to us." Zhuang Bu Ran turned and left. "Hey, leaving so soon? Don't you plan to stay a few more days?" Li Mochou shouted.

The young man in green robe spoke without turning his head:
"You two are one ice cube and one smiling tiger. Zhuang should find a secluded place in the mountains to live."

"Your temper is still so bad. You are not a monk, but you think women are tigers." Li Mochou cursed with a low laugh.

Time flies like quicksand on your fingertips, slipping away silently, and twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Since when, it has been rumored that there is an immortal who lives in Zhongnan Mountain. It is the famous immortal Bu Ran who lives there.

As a result, countless people who practice martial arts and seek immortality have come all the way to Zhongnan Mountain. Most of them just want to seek the immortal's face, and many people also want to become his disciples.

But after all these years, I have never heard of anyone succeeding.

It was simply because the Immortal Bu Ran had always lived in seclusion, and the Quanzhen Sect, the largest sect in the world, had become like a mountain guardian, becoming a roadblock in the eyes of those who came to see the immortal.

This day.

A group of men in their thirties or forties, with strong auras, rode fast horses and came to the foot of Mount Zhongnan.

"We heard that the Immortal Bu Ran has settled down here, so we have come to pay our respects to him."

The one-armed man in the lead said loudly to the dozens of Quanzhen Taoists:

"My father's surname is Yang, and he is an old friend of the Immortal Bu Ran. If you just tell him this, I believe that the Immortal Bu Ran will definitely meet us."

A middle-aged Taoist priest stared at the one-armed man's face and frowned:
"Why do I feel that you, the layman, look kind to me?"

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Wang, your memory is still as good as before. Years ago, I changed my name to Mu Guo and joined the Quanzhen sect."

"Junior Brother Mu, it's really you!" Taoist Wang was surprised:
"There was no news of you after you came down the mountain. Everyone thought you had met with an accident."

"Let's cut to the chase. I had my own difficulties in the past, so I'd like to trouble Brother Wang to tell me something." The one-armed man said solemnly.

Taoist Wang hesitated for a moment and said:

"Senior Zhuang never sees outsiders, so I can only try to convey a few things to you."

"Thank you!"

Half an hour later, the one-armed man led seven or eight people behind him and, under the guidance of a Taoist priest named Wang, arrived outside an elegant bamboo building.

"This is where Senior Zhuang lives."

After hearing this, the one-armed man looked around with a puzzled expression and said loudly:

"I originally thought that the legendary Zhuang Xianren was no longer an ordinary person. He used the sky as a blanket and the earth as a bed, and did not eat the five grains of the world. Instead, he breathed in the wind and drank the dew, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and swallowing the essence of nature."

"Junior Brother Mu"

Taoist Wang looked anxious. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the one-armed man, who shouted:

"Yang Guo, son of Yang Kang, pays homage to Immortal Zhuang!"

After he finished speaking, several people behind him spoke up:
"Wu Xiuwen, son of Wu Santong, pays homage to Immortal Zhuang!"

"Wu Dunru, son of Wu Santong, pays homage to Immortal Zhuang!"

The bamboo door suddenly opened, and a young man in a green robe walked out slowly.

Everyone's pupils shrank slightly when they saw him barefoot, dressed in green, with white hair, and a face as youthful as the rumors said, it was really hard to suppress the complex emotions in their hearts.

At this moment, the green-robed young man's eyes no longer had the brilliance that was unique to martial artists. Instead, his eyes were filled with a gentle and restrained look, giving people the impression that he was just an ordinary, lazy boy next door.

"Interesting, Father Avengers."

(End of this chapter)