The Young Swordsman: The Taoist Priest of Qingcheng Has Descended the Mountain

Although that person's lightness skill was good, compared to him, this person's lightness skill seemed to be even better.

Zhou Zhen knew what she was thinking and asked helplessly, "Do you still have a head of white hair?"

"how do you know?"

"Just guessing. Okay, I think I know who it is. I'll see them again soon."

Although Sikong Qianluo was curious, seeing that Zhou Zhen really didn't intend to continue, she didn't press him further.

Zhou Zhen stretched, but his gaze fell on the carriage parked in the backyard.

Following his gaze, Xiao Se and Lei Wujie also looked over.

After a long while, Zhou Zhenhuan finally let out a soft laugh.

"Is it worth going to such lengths for a coffin?"

Lei Wujie was slightly taken aback: "Senior, did you know that Senior Brother was transporting a coffin?"

"Everyone in the world knows, so is it strange that I know?"

A coffin made of pure gold, the most prized possession of Hanshui Temple—its reputation is truly impressive.

Xiao Se's languid air seemed to vanish instantly, and his eyes brightened.

He even said something inappropriate.

"Made of pure gold? That must be very valuable."

Upon hearing this, Tang Lian glanced sideways, thinking that this guy was probably just like her cheap junior brother, neither of them quite right in the head.

"I advise you not to get your hands on it."

Xiao Se chuckled softly, then put his hands back into his sleeves, remaining silent and lost in thought.

Zhou Huanzhen leaped up and landed on the car roof like a feather, sitting cross-legged.

"Alright, I'll stay here and keep watch. You guys go and get some rest."

Tang Lian hesitated for a moment, but finally cupped her hands in greeting and said, "Thank you for your trouble, senior."

Zhou Zhenhuan slumped down, lying on his side on the roof of the car, and waved his hand, seemingly having truly fallen asleep.

Tang Lian and the others then returned to the temple.

"Brother Tang, aren't you afraid that guy will try to steal the coffin?"

Tang Lian found a corner, sat down cross-legged, and closed her eyes.

"If that's true, who among us can stop us? Besides, even a true immortal from Qingcheng Mountain would probably look down on these mundane things."

Xiao Se chuckled, tacitly agreeing with his words, and said nothing more.

Chapter 13 The Most Powerful Weapon in the World

"Hey, you there, aren't you cold up there?"

Sikong Qianluo stood under the carriage, tiptoeing.

"First of all, my name isn't 'Hey.' My surname is Zhou, and Zhou Zhenhuan."

Secondly, I'm not that person. Even if your father came, he wouldn't dare talk to me like that.

Third, staying up late is bad for girls' skin, so get some rest early.

"Hmph, stop talking big. Do you know who my father is?"

Zhou Huanzhen looked at Sikong Qianluo, who had jumped onto the carriage, and laughed, "Of course I know who your father is. He's the Third Master of Snow Moon City, the Spear Immortal Sikong Changfeng. He's quite famous. I'll have to meet him sooner or later."

"Why would I see him? My dad is an extremely boring person."

Sikong Qianluo imitated Zhou Huanzhen and sat cross-legged.

I felt as if a spring breeze was blowing around me, and all traces of coldness disappeared, which amazed me.

"What kind of kung fu do you practice? It's so warm around you."

"Didn't your father tell you not to ask about other people's special skills?"

Zhou Zhenhuan stepped aside, creating some distance between himself and Sikong Qianluo.

Sikong Qianlu noticed his movement, pursed her lips, and said:

"Of course my dad didn't tell me this. He's always so busy, he doesn't have time to care about me."

Besides, my senior brother already told me you're from Qingcheng Mountain; I could guess even without you saying anything.

"Then you still ask."

The young girl didn't dwell on the question; she seemed to just want to start a conversation. Since Zhou really didn't want to bring it up, she stopped asking and instead knocked on the carriage.

"Is there really a coffin in this car?"

"You can see for yourself."

What was inside that coffin?

"You can see for yourself."

Sikong Qianluo was annoyed and glared at Zhou Huanzhen.

Zhou Zhenhuan sighed: "How about we secretly open it and take a look? If you're not afraid of your senior brother's punishment."

Sikong Qianluo seemed to have thought of something and shrank her neck.

Her senior brother, despite being a nice guy most of the time, is actually overly serious. Once he gets serious, nothing can change his mind.

"Fine, I won't watch it! What's the big deal?"

As she spoke, she placed her hands behind her back, stretched her long, straight legs over the edge of the carriage, and kicked them lightly twice.

"Are you really from Mount Qingcheng?"

"Yes, it's genuine."

Is Qingcheng Mountain fun?

"It's not very fun. It's all mountains and water. The wild game is good, but a bunch of old men won't let us eat those small animals."

"So, who do you think is more powerful, Dao Jianxian or my father?"

"I think you should redefine the concept of 'powerful.' In my opinion, the two of them combined are not as powerful as me."

"Pah, bragging. Is bragging the most impressive skill of Qingcheng Mountain?"

After saying this, Sikong Qianluo seemed to realize that it was inappropriate, as it had implicated the entire Qingcheng Mountain in the insult.

Just as he was about to change his mind, Zhou Zhenhuan said nonchalantly, "Then do you know what the most powerful weapon in the world is?"

Sikong Qianluo was slightly taken aback. The question seemed simple, but it was not easy to answer.

After all, there are five great sword immortals in the world, each of whom is an exceptionally talented individual.

Moreover, the Qingcheng Dao Sword Immortal is also a sword immortal, so the Qingcheng sword technique must be extremely powerful.

Unexpectedly, Zhou shook his head.

"Is that a gun?"

Zhou Zhenhuan shook his head again.

Just as the girl was about to get angry, Zhou Zhenhuan slowly spoke: "The most powerful weapon in this world is the mouth."

Countless facts have proven that verbal persuasion is the most powerful weapon in the world.

But it's obvious that Sikong Qianluo didn't know this reference.

"Think about it, people can make the dead seem alive and the innocent seem dirty with their mouths."

Three men can make a tiger; honeyed words conceal a dagger.

With just a few words, she can make you feel overjoyed and willingly give her all.

They can talk you into submission, they can kill you and then destroy your spirit.

A few words can sow discord between two people who harbor ulterior motives; even deeply affectionate lovers and blood-related fathers and sons can develop estrangement and even become enemies.

Look, isn't the most powerful weapon under heaven the human mouth?

All weapons kill people in a visible and tangible way. Even if it's hard to guard against a hidden arrow, you can always see the arrow on the corpse.

But look again, your senior brother Tang Lian, along the way he escorted this thing that nobody knows what it is, how many experts, how many assassins, how many people went to his death without knowing why.

The passing of Master Wangyou of Hanshui Temple and your senior brother taking on this mission should have been a secret, so why has it become known to the whole world?

It's simply that someone is secretly stirring things up.

Once a rumor is spread, it naturally becomes distorted.

Some people think it's about unparalleled martial arts, others think it's about incredible wealth. Regardless of the reason, those who were killed in the process were simply because of a mouth that spread rumors.

The problem is, these people never believed they were killed by their own words, even until their deaths.

Sikong Qianluo initially thought Zhou Zhen was talking nonsense, but as she listened, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Upon careful consideration, it seems that these seemingly nonsensical words contain a great deal of truth.

"Then who exactly is pulling the strings? Is it the Underworld Marquis Yueji?"

Zhou Zhenhuan stood up and shook his head: "Those two people may be experts at killing; they can be knives and swords, but they are definitely not skilled with their mouths."

Alright, it's getting late, you should get some rest.

There were only a few hours left until dawn.

Since I see you like this carriage, I'll give it to you.

I'll find another place to sleep.

After saying that, he jumped off the carriage and waved to Sikong Qianluo.

As soon as Zhou Zhenhuan left, the air around them seemed to suddenly turn cold, and Sikong Qianlu unconsciously rubbed her arms.

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and looked up at the clear sky and bright moon.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "If you feel cold, there's a way. Fire Separation Formation Incantation, activate!"

Zhou Zhen made a hand seal, and an array appeared out of thin air. In an instant, the entire dilapidated temple became as warm as spring.

Tang Lian and Xiao Se opened their eyes at the same time. In the dappled firelight, they looked at each other and shook their heads with a smile.

"I'm afraid only she can use such a wonderful Taoist method as the Fire Separation Formation Heart Sutra to keep warm. We can say that we've benefited from Miss Sikong's kindness."

Tang Lian shifted to a more comfortable position: "It's not just about keeping warm, it also makes people feel more at ease, right?"

Xiao Se didn't answer, but Lei Wujie was already sprawled on the ground, a naive smile on his face, snoring and muttering some dish names, clearly enjoying his sweet dream.

Xiao Se chuckled and cursed without saying a word: "This blockhead has quite the nerve."

Tang Lian smiled and said, "These days, I can finally get a good night's sleep."

The night grew increasingly quiet.

Snowmoon City was brightly lit.

"What? Qianluo ran away again?"

This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!

This little girl is really out of control now.

"Brother Dao, Second Senior Brother, look at me, I really don't know what to do with this girl."

Gun Immortal Sikong Changfeng looked indignant and helpless.

I only have this one precious daughter. I can't hit or scold her normally. Fortunately, she is promising. She is young, has good character, and doesn't have too many problems.

But his temperament is indeed a bit wild.

"Qianluo has grown up and has her own plans. What's the rush?"

Across from her, Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, picked up a cup of tea, took a small sip, and her pretty face flushed slightly.

Her other hand was grabbed, almost embarrassing her.

The person sitting next to her, who could still hold onto her hand and dared not let go, was naturally Zhao Yuzhen, the Dao Sword Immortal from Qingcheng.