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

And its short hands were holding a large pine cone.

The little squirrel was completely stunned—no, the whole squirrel was dumbfounded. It tentatively stepped on the ground with its two legs, then looked down and its fur stood on end in fright. It waved its arms and legs for a while, and then, as if resigned to its fate, it fell straight down.

That's it, this time it's really all over, I'm going to die, I'll fall flat on my face.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, and the little squirrel spun around and flew back up, landing slowly on a pine branch. After a long while, it finally realized what was happening, stuffed the pine cone into its mouth, and hurriedly ran back to its tree hole.

A baby wearing a red bib and with his bottom bare climbed to the bottom of the tree on all fours. His clear eyes were full of curiosity. He patted the big pine tree, as if he wanted to see how the tree had twisted.

Before long, little heads began to peek out from the big pine tree.

"Chi chi chi chi..."

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"Chi chi chi..."

"Wow wow wow..."

A bold squirrel held up a pine cone and threw it down, hitting the little child on the head before bouncing to the side.

The baby paused for a moment, then plopped down on the ground, scratched its head, and made "waa waa" sounds again.

The squirrel in the tree didn't understand and dropped another one down.

The doll instantly became angry, struggled to its feet, and swayed as it pounded on the big pine tree with its hands.

Then the big pine tree shook, and instantly squirrels fell down like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The doll won a great victory, clapping its hands and giggling.

The squirrels were furious, jumping around with their hands on their hips, berating the little baby.

Those who were close by were grabbed by the chubby little hand and stuffed directly into his mouth.

The next moment, the baby was lifted up, and the squirrel in his hand was able to escape.

Why do you put everything in your mouth?

Zhou looked at the little baby with some disgust and slapped him twice on the bottom.

The gentle breeze and bright moon on the shoulder stretched out their claws and curiously poked the little baby's bottom, finding it quite amusing.

This little thing has recently become the new favorite of Xiaoyao Peak. It doesn't seem like anything special, but it even eats squirrels. How dirty is that!

Despite the freezing weather, the little child wore only a red bib and climbed and rolled around in the snow as if nothing was wrong.

Even after being hit, she didn't cry. Instead, she stretched out her arms and babbled in baby talk at Zhou Zhenhuan, and what's even more amazing is that Zhou Zhenhuan actually understood her.

“If they throw things at you, you can’t eat them. Even if you do eat them, you have to wash them clean, pluck the feathers, and roast them over a fire before eating them.”

Upon hearing this, a group of squirrels that had been watching immediately bristled and shoved each other as they ran back to the tree.

"This brat has corrupted the master; he actually wants to eat us!"

"This little baby can't be kept; we have to think of a way to deal with him."

"What can we do? Fart until he's dead?"

"Stop joking, we're not weasels. We're the noble squirrels of Xiaoyao Peak."

"If we attack this chubby baby, won't the master still eat us?"

"It might be more serious. Maybe we should just let it go and avoid it in the future."

Everyone knows that the eldest master is the most powerful person on Xiaoyao Peak.

Don't be fooled by how thick and powerful this pine tree is; even it has to carefully provide shade for the lord, and not a single pine needle can fall.

"Forget it, I can't afford to mess with them, I'd better go to sleep."

"That's right, squirrels always hibernate."

"But we are not ordinary squirrels."

"Who said this?"

"That's what Xiao Ba said."

"Oh, Hachi, you've been expelled from the tribe."

"Grandmaster Uncle, Grandmaster Uncle, I'm back!"

A golden lion ascended Xiaoyao Peak and barged in.

Xiao Feixuan has mastered all the skills of the Imperial Preceptor, but he declined the White King—no, now the Crown Prince—rejected the Crown Prince's offer to recruit him.

Anyway, the Grand Preceptor still has a long time to live, and besides, he has more than one disciple.

Whoever wants to be the imperial advisor, let them be.

I, Fei Xuan, think it's better to go back to Qingcheng and be the sect leader.

Qingcheng Mountain is so nice; there aren't so many problems there. The Imperial Preceptor is too much trouble.

His grandmaster uncle gave birth to a tiny little grandmaster uncle, and he missed the full moon celebration. Little Feixuan was eager to return home.

The Palace of Leisure remains the same Palace of Leisure, unchanged.

Zhou Zhenhuan lay on the recliner, the naked doll nestled in his arms, its body rising and falling with his breath, sleeping soundly.

As soon as Fei Xuan entered, he felt a dizzying sensation, and his mouth was sealed shut by an invisible force.

"He's back, so what's all the noise about? If you wake him up, are you going to comfort him?"

Do you know how much energy this little brat has?

Zhou Zhenhuan's words were tinged with exasperation.

Fei Xuan was already used to being hung up like this, and looked at the little baby with some curiosity.

Hmm, he does look quite like my grandmaster uncle. Oh dear, he's even sucking his fingers while he's asleep.

This person has impressive talent; no wonder he's the child of his grandmaster uncle.

Fei Xuan finally realized something was wrong; the little child seemed to possess a potent firepower within his body.

Zhou Zhenhuan waved his hand and put him down. Xiao Feixuan reached out and poked him.

"Grandmaster Uncle, is there something wrong with how this little junior uncle was born?"

Zhou Zhenhuan nodded: "Yes, he's a premature baby, he's developed too well. If we don't get him out, Li Hanyi's body probably won't be able to handle it."

"Just getting pregnant almost caused my cultivation level to drop below the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm."

Xiao Feixuan's mouth dropped open: "That's amazing! But aren't premature babies prone to congenital deficiencies?"

You call this a premature baby? It looks like it could kill a cow with one punch!

"He was born with too much of a natural advantage, which is a double-edged sword."

Why did you come back?

"Look at what you're saying. This is my home, I'm just coming home."

As she spoke, she secretly poked the baby's bottom with her finger.

"Grandmaster Uncle, what's the name of my little junior uncle?"

"What? You're going to call him by his first name now?"

"No, it's just curiosity."

"He inherited the future fortune of Qingcheng Mountain, so I gave him a name."

"His name is Zhao Qingcheng?"

"No, call him Zhao Gou Dan!"

Xiao Feixuan: ...

Uncle-Master, do you want to listen to this? What kind of name is this? Are you serious with that smug look on your face?

Are you really not afraid that your grandmaster uncle will beat you to death for choosing this name?

Chapter 213 Extra Chapter 2: On the Passion of the Patriarch

Who is it! Who on earth is it?!

My old crane!

"Zhou Zhenhuan, you wretched child, tell me, did you do it?"

The morning at Qingcheng Mountain was full of energy, and all the disciples could hear the roar coming from the back mountain.

"Tsk, Grandmaster's voice is truly powerful."

"I heard that the sect leader and Elder Zhou used to steal and eat cranes when they were young, but I don't know if it's true or not."

"Shh, is this something we can talk about?"

Speaking of Elder Zhou's martial arts training hall, it's been giving us quite a bit of trouble lately."

The disciples had mixed feelings of love and hate when they mentioned this sect elder who was known as the best in the world.

Under the guise of an elder who imparts skills, he certainly caused them no small amount of trouble.

There have been rumors that the sect leader's current level of cultivation was entirely due to being forced into it by this person.

Now they can empathize with it.

The Martial Arts Hall is a magical place. It doesn't look big, but no matter how many disciples go in, it never feels crowded.

Moreover, everyone can enjoy one-on-one guidance from the elder who imparts the skills.

At first, everyone was really excited and thrilled. After all, who was this guy? Zhou Zhenren, the number one in the world, was not just a name without substance.

But they soon regretted it.

Zhou Zhenhuan set up a Void Illusion in this martial arts hall, where everyone who went in could see him, and his strength was only slightly higher than that of these disciples.

This teaching method is truly terrifying.

According to incomplete statistics, the most tragic disciple was killed a total of 13,463 times in just three years.

You never know what method this elder who imparts skills will use to kill you.

Some people protested, but they were all dealt with badly.

In the words of the elder who passed on his skills, "If you die at my hands, you can be resurrected, but in the future, when you travel the martial world, any kind of death will make you die a horrible death."

Now that you've learned from your mistakes, you can avoid them in the future.

It has to be said that this statement makes a lot of sense.

Talk is cheap; action is useless.

This high-pressure training is quite reasonable. The disciples often saw that group of white-bearded old men sneaking into the martial arts hall and then coming out looking disheveled.

Putting aside everything else, just look at those six True Immortals who hadn't made a breakthrough for many years; they've all now broken through to the Sword Immortal realm.

Within three years, eighteen sword immortals emerged from the younger generation of Qingcheng Mountain.

They were jokingly called the Eighteen Sons of Qingcheng.

Yin Changsong is living a very comfortable life. It seems that he may actually live to see the vision of Qingcheng Mountain full of sword immortals.

So now, the six great masters, the few remaining old men of Qingcheng Mountain, have completely retired. They spend their days either sneaking down the mountain to visit widows or drinking tea and fishing. They are living a wonderful life.

But such good times don't last long.

Because Zhao Yuzhen's son, Zhou Zhenhuan's last disciple, nicknamed Gou Dan, whose real name is Zhao Qingyun, has reached the age where he is disliked by both people and dogs.

As for the name "Dog Egg," the elders all disagreed with it and strongly rejected it, but Zhou Zhen said that since the child was premature, a humble name would make him easier to raise.

Zhao Yuzhen raised objections several times, but was beaten so badly she couldn't get up. From then on, everyone accepted this nickname.

Li Hanyi, however, seemed to really like the name.

However, not long after the birth of Gou Dan, the couple got tired of playing with him and handed him over to Zhou Huanzhen. Then the two of them traveled the world and went off to enjoy their own little world.

Zhao Gou Dan was quite cute when he was little, chubby and very talented. He was hailed as the next generation successor with even more extraordinary talent than Zhou Zhen Huan, and was doted on by everyone.

It's likely that he inherited his father's bad habits and was corrupted by his unscrupulous master.

After I was able to walk, I became very interested in those cranes with big wings.