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

But Old Master Tang remained seated in the car and refused to get out.

"Qianhu, I'll come down after I finish this pipe."

Unexpectedly, Lei Qianhu chuckled and replied, "Normally, it wouldn't matter if we waited for a whole day and night."

The fact that the old master is willing to come is an honor for the entire Lei family.

Unfortunately, there are even more distinguished guests waiting inside today.

The old master's lateness has already missed the auspicious time; if the feast doesn't begin soon, everyone will eventually complain.

"Lei Qianhu, what do you mean by this?"

Tang Huang, who had a bad temper, stepped forward and questioned loudly.

How dare Lei Qianhu?

Does he know who's sitting inside?

This is the old master of the Tang Clan!

When Lei Qianhu received Wuxin's hint that the wine had been laced with Tang Clan's Immortal Dew, he already knew Tang Clan's intentions.

Although Wuxin did not say what Tang Sect's purpose was.

But this did not prevent him from being certain that the Tang Clan's visit was definitely not just for attending a banquet.

If that's the case, why should he compromise?

Do you really think Lei Family Fort is a pushover, so easy to bully?

Facing Tang Huang, Lei Qianhu sneered and was about to speak when he heard Old Master Tang's voice come out again.

His tone was full of sighs.

"Sigh, Qianhu is provoking my Tang Clan."

When people get old, their pride becomes worthless!

"Alright, alright, this old man will come down and apologize right away."

Lei Qianhu's gaze sharpened; what a clever move of retreating to advance.

"I should apologize; I've been starving for quite some time."

I accepted someone's invitation, which specified the auspicious time. I missed their lucky time and delayed their banquet.

Even in an ordinary family, this wouldn't be considered right.

And where do they get the nerve to confront the master and demand an explanation?

I would like to ask, is this the usual rule of the Tang Clan?

But I know a little girl named Tang Lian, who is very well-mannered.

Therefore, it seems that it was due to the excellent training in Snow Moon City, or perhaps it was the excellent teaching of Tang Lian Yue, and had little to do with the Tang Sect.

The generation of Tang Xuan and Tang Huang could not bear to hear the name Tang Lianyue.

Within the Tang Clan, everyone knows that Tang Lian Yue is firmly in a superior position compared to them.

Even the old man always took him as a role model, saying, "Look at how well Lian Yue is doing."

Tang Huang's face turned ashen with anger, and his gloomy gaze swept over everyone.

"Who are you, hiding your face and showing your tail? The affairs of my Tang Clan have never degenerated to the point that an outsider needs to interfere."

However, the next moment Tang Huang was slapped across the face. Just as he was about to curse, he realized that the person who slapped him was none other than the old man.

He was startled and hurriedly bowed and took two steps back.

The old man looked solemnly at the wide-open gate of Lei Family Fortress. After a long while, he finally smiled slightly.

"Who do you think you are? It turns out to be the carefree immortal of Qingcheng here. My apologies for my overconfidence."

I hope you will take pity on my old age and frailty, for I have failed to enjoy your refined pleasure.

These words are extremely malicious; it's blatant moral blackmail.

Unfortunately, Zhou wasn't buying it.

What kind of moral bottom line does someone who can demolish his own ancestral hall without a second thought have?

"Since you're so old, you should rest at home. In Brother Qianhu's great-grandfather's generation, you were the Tang Clan's patriarch."

Brother Qianhu has been in charge for so many years now, but you're still the old master of the Tang Clan.

What? The descendants of the Tang family are so unfilial, yet they still make you, an old woman with limited mobility, to work day and night?

Oh dear, I feel a little sorry for the old man.

Look at my Qingcheng Mountain. My junior brother took over as sect leader at the age of sixteen, and Qingcheng Mountain has not declined to this day.

Therefore, I advise the old man to choose a successor as soon as possible.

What if he were to wander around outside one day, trip over a stone and die, or fall and die while walking? Wouldn't the Tang Clan be thrown into chaos?

Oh, by the way, I wonder if the old man knows those three old men, Tang Yue and Tang Lie. What a coincidence, they all share the surname Tang.

They beat my junior brother and his wife for no reason. My junior brother has a good temper, but I am different.

I cultivate to follow my heart's desires, but when I'm not, I want to find someone to beat up.

I have to have a good talk with the old man today.

Would you, sir, be so kind as to come in and have a drink with this humble Taoist priest?

Old Master Tang's hand holding the pipe trembled suddenly.

He seemed to have just remembered that this person also had a junior brother, Dao Jianxian.

Dao Jianxian was injured after Tang Lie, Tang Yue, and Tang Yin took the Divine Travel Pill. So, it seems that the Tang Clan and Qingcheng really have a grudge against each other.

"Grandpa, this week they've really been looking for trouble. We can't go to that banquet today!"

Old Master Tang remained expressionless, while Tang Xuan and the others looked on with apprehension.

After all, that person is none other than the carefree immortal Zhou Zhen!

Everyone seemed to think that this person wouldn't act rashly, but no one realized that he was also a person with strong emotions.

Once they make their move, who in the world can stop them?

Tang Huang also lost his temper and lowered his head, shrinking behind the old man.

Old Master Tang remained silent for a long time, and in that instant he seemed to have aged considerably, his figure becoming much more hunched.

"How could this old man dare to refuse the invitation from a true man?"

After saying that, he cupped his hands in a gesture of apology to everyone: "Today it was our Tang Clan's fault for wasting everyone's time. This old man apologizes to everyone."

"Qianhu, may the old man come in for a drink?"

Lei Qianhu remained calm and respectfully gestured for him to proceed.

The old man took a few steps, then turned back to look at Tang Xuan and the others: "You all stay outside, I'll go in myself."

"Old Master!"

"Grandpa, no! At worst, we'll fight that carefree immortal to the death."

The members of the Tang Clan all seemed to speak with a touch of tragic heroism.

Inside the hall, Hua Jin played with her hair and laughed, "Don't you guys think that Lao Zhou looks like the kind of villain, the kind of big bad guy, who needs to be defeated by the whole world?"

Wuxin smiled and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Senior really just wanted him to come in quickly so everyone could start the feast. It's just that these people from the Tang Clan seem to be putting on a bit too much of a show."

Zhou Zhen leaned back lazily in his chair and popped a peanut into his mouth.

"The one who understands me is the little monk."

This kind of rambling, back-and-forth banter is really boring. Let's be direct, eat and drink as we please.

“What you say is very true, senior! My master also dislikes this worldly way of doing things.”

"Senior, please try this cocktail I made. How does it taste?"

Wen Liang smiled and handed a glass of wine to Zhou Huanzhen.

Zhou Zhenhuan remained expressionless, downed the drink in one gulp, and then smacked his lips.

"The taste is alright, right? Poison should taste great, so people will eat it willingly and without anyone noticing."

Wen Liang stared at Zhou Zhenhuan for a long time with a nervous expression, and when he found that Zhou Zhenhuan was unharmed, his nervousness turned into astonishment.

He reached out and grabbed Zhou Huanzhen's wrist, listened to his pulse for a long time, and looked at Hua Jin with a puzzled expression.

"This doesn't make sense. This poison was personally prepared by my master. It could kill even someone in the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm. There's no reason why there shouldn't be any reaction at all."

Senior, what level of cultivation do you possess? Also, why don't you have a pulse?

Chapter 136 I, Zhou, really sat at the children's table.

Zhou Huanzhen's table was occupied by several children; it truly was a children's table.

Besides Lei Qianhu, there was also Old Master Tang.

The remaining Hua Jin, Wen Liang, and Wu Xin are all considered children.

The others, being quite perceptive, didn't join in.

Anyone could see that this gathering at the table was a potentially deadly affair.

Old Master Tang looked grave, as if he had lost his parents.

"If a true master has any rules or regulations, why not draw them out?"

"Whether you kill me or torture me, the old man will accept it."

He watched as Zhou Zhenhuan drank glass after glass of wine, a glint of secret joy flashing in his eyes.

Everyone says the Wen family is the best at poisoning, but he disagrees. He believes the Tang Clan's poisons should be the best in the world.

Even if he's the most carefree immortal in the world, so what? He still drank the wine he had poisoned himself.

However, at that moment, Zhou Zhen suddenly jumped up, grabbed his own neck, and his face instantly turned blue and purple.

He pointed at Lei Qianhu, making a hoarse sound.

"This wine is poisoned."

Then, with a cry of pain, he flew backwards, landed comfortably in a chair, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

This series of actions sent chills down the spines of Hua Jin, Wen Liang, and Wu Xin.

Please, senior, your acting is so fake!

So, are we going to be confused now?

Zhou Zhenhuan opened his eyes and winked at the three children.

Wu Xin shook his head with a bitter smile, then his expression changed: "How despicable! The wine was poisoned! This humble monk is unconscious."

This seemed to be a signal, as one after another, the banquet attendees fainted.

Wen Liang and Hua Jin crawled under the table. Wen Liang hesitated, "Wouldn't it seem too deliberate for us to faint now?"

Hua Jin looked utterly dejected. Poisoning someone was supposed to be a serious matter, but why did it turn out like this after Lao Zhou got involved?

"Ugh, I'm dizzy, I'm dizzy too."

Hua Jin screamed and rolled on the ground to Zhou Zhenhuan, shouting as she rolled, "What a potent poison! I'm so dizzy!"

Suddenly I feel like navigating the world of gangsters is really tough.

Or maybe I should poison myself and just faint.

However, at this moment, Wen Liang realized that something big might happen next.

Forget it, I'll just pretend.

Old Master Tang was so visibly shaken that his scalp tingled and his whole body trembled with anger, feeling a chill creep up his spine.

It now seems that everyone present has indeed been poisoned by the Fairy Dew.

But after seeing Zhou Zhenhuan and his group's performance, he suddenly felt a little less confident.