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

So, who is this sword immortal who suddenly appeared?

He would not doubt Wushuang's judgment; in this respect, Wushuang had never made a mistake.

He had also noticed the unusual appearance of the Peerless Sword Box, which was a kind of intuition that further corroborated Peerless's statement.

"In short, we will act according to the circumstances today and make a name for our Peerless City."

"What if it can't be lifted?"

“Yang Bu…” Lu Yuzhai glared at Wushuang.

"If we can't get it right, we'll wait until next time. What else can we do? You've praised that person to the skies. I, your senior brother, haven't lived enough yet."

However, you'd better say the same thing in front of your master.

At this time, Tang Lian and Xiao Se's group had already entered the Beauty Manor.

Xiao Se looked around at the decorations of the Beauty Manor with an appreciative expression.

"It's really lively here. If I had known, I should have brought Lei Wujie along to have some fun and broaden his horizons."

Tang Lian seemed to be already familiar with everything here.

Hearing this, he smiled and said, "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"It seems like the gambling has started over there."

Upon hearing this, Tang Lian looked over and said, "You want to gamble? I don't have any money, do you?"

Almost everyone who comes to Meirenzhuang finds it hard to resist the allure of the gambling here.

Tang Lian moved her feet to the side a little.

Xiao Se leaned closer: "Who said we don't have money? We have a pure gold coffin."

Throughout the journey, Xiao Se was extremely curious about the golden coffin.

Yes, it refers to the coffin, not the contents of the coffin.

Because that golden coffin is made of pure gold, it will be very valuable.

As for what's inside, so many people are vying for it. Even if you get your hands on it, it's not safe and will only cause trouble. It's not as appealing as gold.

Tang Lian knew a little about his thoughts and warned him helplessly, "I told you, don't get your hands on that thing. Also, we're here to find our contact, so we absolutely can't attract attention."

Just then, a gasp of surprise rang out from inside the hall.

Someone shouted, "Tiannu Rui is here!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Se put his hands in his sleeves and looked over.

A woman with a graceful figure, skin like jade, and a slender, elegant physique, dressed in a bright red dance costume, descended gracefully from the sky.

In an instant, everyone's attention was drawn to the woman.

Xiao Se nodded slightly: "Truly stunning."

The celestial maiden Rui descended from the sky, performed a dance, and then walked over as if she had just seen Tang Lian.

"Hey, isn't this Lian?"

Xiao Se raised an eyebrow and looked at Tang Lian: "Didn't you say we shouldn't attract attention? Look at this Beauty Manor now, everyone is looking at us."

Chapter 20 What's so good about being famous all over the world?

A carriage was parked in the backyard of Meirenzhuang.

"The inside is full of flowers and bustling with activity. It's really hard on you two to be facing this coffin."

Zhou Huanzhen took a swig of wine, Lei Wujie was stuffing a roast chicken into his mouth, and Sikong Qianluo was sitting next to Zhou Huanzhen, eating snacks in small bites.

These pastries were actually taken from the palace by Zhou Zhenhuan, and they tasted absolutely delicious.

At his level of cultivation, his appetite was no longer so strong.

But I still think the taste is pretty good and suits my taste.

Lei Wujie mumbled a few words, but Zhou really couldn't hear what he was saying.

But judging from his nonchalant expression, you could tell he didn't care about any of that.

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed and said, "Eat slowly, no one will take it from you. Have a drink to help you settle down."

Lei Wujie quickly took the wine Zhou Zhenhuan handed him, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and then let out a comfortable sigh.

"Senior, you're the best. What kind of wine is this? It tastes much better than old-fashioned liquor."

In Lei Wujie's opinion, men should drink old-fashioned liquor, which is cheap and potent.

Of course, affordability is the most important factor.

When venturing into the martial world, money is always a troublesome thing. It's a bit inappropriate for a dignified hero to work for someone else to earn money.

But now that we have roast chicken and this fine wine, the old-fashioned liquor doesn't seem so good anymore. Most importantly, it doesn't cost any money.

"The wine is naturally good, but if you compare it to old, fermented liquor, aren't you afraid the emperor will chop off your head?"

Lei Wujie took two more gulps, looking quite pleased, and seemed puzzled by what he heard.

"What does this have to do with the emperor?"

"Of course there is a connection, because this wine was a gift from the emperor."

Lei Wujie scratched his head, wondering if what his senior was saying was true or a joke.

Sikong Qianluo snatched the wine jar from Zhou Zhenhuan's hand and smelled it.

"Hmm, this wine tastes so familiar. When I was little, I secretly drank my father's wine, and it tasted just like this."

However, I was young then and some things are not clear in my memory.

Is this really wine from the royal palace?

"Hmph, you're definitely lying again, senior. If you had said this wine was a gift from your father or your eldest uncle, I might have believed you a little."

Sikong Qianluo took a swig from the wine jar, then immediately spat it out, her fair face turning bright red.

"Pah, pah, pah, I really don't understand what's so good about this wine, it tastes awful."

Zhou Zhenhao raised his handsome eyebrows slightly: "Oh? It's quite rare to hear Miss Sikong address me as 'senior'."

Sikong Qianluo was a little embarrassed and muttered, "My senior brother has already reprimanded me several times. There is a difference between elders and juniors, so please don't make fun of me."

I know you're not a bad person; I was wrong before.

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed heartily, took out two more jars of wine, and tossed one to Lei Wujie.

He took a sip and said:

"To hear Miss Sikong admit her mistake, we should raise a large glass. Those who know how to drink will naturally be able to appreciate the flavor of this wine."

As for why you find the taste of this wine familiar, that's to be expected.

Gun Immortal Sikong Changfeng, one of the four guardians of the first generation of Tianqi, the Vermilion Bird Guardian, ranked in the south.

He was a close friend of the Prince of Langya, so it's not surprising that he had this kind of wine.

As for the senior master mentioned by Sikong Qianluo, that is Baili Dongjun, also known as the Wine Immortal.

If I have the chance, I must experience what it's like to be immersed in romance and beauty.

"Should? Why?"

Sikong Qianluo was puzzled. If this wine came from the imperial palace, why should it feel familiar to her?

Zhou Zhenhuan avoided answering, saying, "You'll understand later."

"Hmph, you're just like my father, treating me like a child and never saying a word."

You're all the same, claiming you're doing this for my own good, but you have no idea what I want.

Sikong Qianluo got angry, tilted her head back, and drank the wine in the jar clean. Two-thirds of it flowed down her fair neck. Then, seemingly nonchalantly, she threw the jar on the ground and stormed into the Beauty Manor.

"I'm ignoring you, I'm going to find my senior brother."

Lei Wujie, standing to the side, had already drunk so much that his face was flushed.

"Why is Senior Sister Sikong angry? It's such a waste to drink like this."

Zhou Zhenhuan glanced at him and laughed, "You're not angry at all, you're clearly very happy. Isn't it a happy thing to have such fine wine to drink?"

Lei Wujie, being a man of strong will, didn't take it to heart. Hearing this, he grinned and came closer, saying, "What you say is very true, senior. It seems that Senior Sister Sikong is not only happy, but also has a good capacity for alcohol."

Senior, could you tell me what level you've reached?

I've always thought you were amazing, much more amazing than my master.

Zhou Zhenhuan tapped him on the head: "I think you're insulting me. Is your master very strong?"

Lei Wujie chuckled awkwardly: "Pretty...pretty strong, of course, not as strong as a senior."

But my master is, after all, a world-renowned master.

To be honest, my purpose in entering the martial world this time is to become famous throughout the land.

"Oh? Famous throughout the world? What's so good about being famous throughout the world? Your master is famous throughout the world, but is he happy?"

Zhou Zhen completely ignored the initial question.

Lei Wujie paused for a moment, his innocent eyes filled with confusion.

He really hadn't thought about this question.

He started practicing martial arts from a young age and then roamed the martial arts world.

Isn't the whole point of venturing into the martial world to become famous?

Isn't this what all those martial arts practitioners in the world are after?

It's truly a strange question that someone would ask "What's so good about it?" these days.

Lei Wujie felt he must have drunk too much.

I always feel that being famous has many advantages, but when it comes to actually talking about it, I don't know where to begin.

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled; this was the kind of confusion a young person should have.

They only know that those who venture out first return and talk about how glorious the martial arts world is, and they think that's the most glorious thing in the world.

Then comes imitation, and sometimes they don't even know what they're pursuing.

"My master is probably not very happy. He often stays alone, either looking at the sky or at the flowers."

As for the next question, senior, I can't answer it right now because I haven't become world-famous yet.

So, does the senior think that being famous all over the world is a bad thing?

Zhou Zhenhuan tapped him on the head and rolled his eyes at him.

"Senior, I am just an unknown nobody. How would I know whether being famous throughout the world is good or bad?"

Lei Wujie stared wide-eyed in confusion. He had expected to receive an unexpected answer, but he never imagined that his senior would give such an answer.

This answer is somewhat... perfunctory and irresponsible.

I originally thought it would be some profound principle.

"But that doesn't make sense. Senior, your cultivation level is so high, how come you have no reputation?"

Zhou Zhen spread his hands: "That's what I want to know too. I'm so amazing, yet nobody in the world knows me. Isn't that infuriating?"

Lei Wujie scratched his head, took a sip of wine, looked at Zhou Zhenhuan, and felt that something was wrong.

But if you really want to pinpoint what's wrong, you can't quite put your finger on it.

He just seemed to have forgotten what the first question he asked was.

"Still thinking about it? Drink less, it's going to be lively tonight."

Zhou Zhenhuan gently patted Lei Wujie's shoulder, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the walls and see what was happening inside the Beauty Manor.

Lei Wujie was puzzled and was about to speak when he suddenly realized that Zhou Zhenhuan had vanished without a trace.

"Senior, where are you going?"

"Naturally, I'm going to see Wushuang's sword."