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

Seeing that Zhou Zhen was very cooperative, Yin Changsong pondered the sword intent and gained a lot before leaving satisfied.

Although this brat is mischievous and often comes up with strange ideas, this sword monument contains supreme sword intent, and the disciples of Qingcheng will be blessed in the future.

This method is always good. The last time we retrieved it, it was inside the Azure Sky Sword. What is the Azure Sky Sword? It is the sect leader's sword, symbolizing Qingcheng. Ordinary disciples have no chance to see it at all.

With this sword monument standing, one can imagine that in the future, countless people will come to study it, and Qingcheng's reputation will surely rise to a new level.

Sigh, that's just his personality; he's really unreliable.

Never mind, the child is still a good child. There is no perfect person in this world.

"Grandmaster Uncle, I heard that Grandmaster Uncle has returned."

Xiao Feixuan rode the little lion and roared into the Qiankun Palace, where he saw Zhou Zhenhuan riding on Zhao Yuzhen's back, their posture quite ambiguous.

Xiao Feixuan was stunned for a moment, then shuddered.

Chapter 31 Oh no! The Ancestral Hall has collapsed!

"Huh, where did Grandmaster Uncle go? He's not here."

Ah, they must have gone to the front to greet their grandmaster.

"I have to go too; it would be too impolite to be late."

Xiao Feixuan scratched his head, quickly formed hand seals, summoned the little lion, and was about to leave when he was swallowed whole by an even bigger lion.

Xiao Feixuan looked pale; he finally understood what his junior uncle Li Fansong had felt back then.

I didn't expect my junior uncle to be so strong.

Despite being tormented by his grandmaster, he did not betray his sect.

On second thought, my junior uncle probably wouldn't dare.

On the mountain path, Li Fansong, still hanging there, sneezed a few times. He felt the mountain wind was a bit cool. But as he hung there looking at the sword tablet left by his senior master, he felt the sword intent flowing through his body much faster than usual.

Could it be that what Xiao Feixuan said before was true? Hanging it up for cultivation helps with comprehension?

This is just too... absurd! But for the sake of cultivation, it's worth a try.

After Fei Xuan felt the dizziness in his head subside, he noticed that Zhao Yuzhen and Zhou Huanzhen were sitting upright with natural expressions.

It was as if everything I had just seen was an illusion.

However, the headmaster's great-uncle's beard, which he had worked so hard to grow, had been shaved off in half, making it look somewhat comical.

Xiao Feixuan suppressed a smile and bowed respectfully.

"Feixuan greets Grandmaster Uncle. When did you return? I didn't even see you just now. Grandmaster Uncle's Taoist arts are indeed profound; Feixuan cannot even begin to compare."

Zhou was so angry he laughed. He grabbed the little guy and slapped his bottom twice before tossing him aside and hanging him on the eaves of the Qiankun Palace.

"At such a young age, instead of learning good manners, he has learned to flatter. However, his acting skills are poor, and he should be punished."

Fortunately, Fei Xuan seemed to have gotten used to being hung up, with a calm and breezy expression. His chubby little hands were forming hand seals and he was muttering incantations, showing a kind of contentment and ease.

Zhao Yuzhen touched her beard, which her senior brother had shaved off half of, with a rather helpless expression.

"Senior brother, what have I done to offend you? Why do you, a grown man, always bully children?"

With a wave of his hand, he put Xiao Feixuan down. This time, Xiao Feixuan didn't run away. He obediently walked up to the two of them and served them tea and water.

Zhou Zhenhuan pinched and rubbed Xiao Feixuan's chubby face before saying, "Why grow a beard on such a nice face?"

"Don't you think a beard would make you look more authoritative as the sect leader?"

"The sect leader's imposing presence? I didn't see it. I just think he looks so slovenly; your little fairy wouldn't like that."

Furthermore, the prestige of the leader of Qingcheng Mountain has always been earned through battle.

Look, the next sect leader is here. Does he look authoritative?

Xiao Feixuan, who was standing to the side, suddenly shivered and felt immense pressure.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should be the next leader, right?

This is almost a universally acknowledged fact.

The two before me are a master of Taoist magic and a contemporary sword immortal.

Looking at myself, apart from being a little short, having a big belly, and being a little fatter, I really don't have anything to be proud of.

Is the threshold for becoming the leader of Qingcheng Sect a bit too high?

Then Xiao Feixuan got a spanking again.

What are you muttering to yourself again?

"Grandmaster Uncle, I know I was wrong."

Xiao Feixuan sighed. Today was clearly a lucky day, and there should have been a happy event, so why did he suffer the consequences?

As expected, Junior Uncle Li Fansong was right. This person is the one you absolutely cannot mess with in the entire Qingcheng Mountain.

Zhou found it amusing and kicked the little guy in the butt: "Get lost right now, or I'll hang you up in the Ancestral Hall as a door god."

Xiao Feixuan smiled and bowed to the unscrupulous elder. Then, he activated his Wind Control Technique and summoned his little lion using the Taiyi Lion Technique, afraid that he might be even half a step too slow.

Zhao Yuzhen gave a helpless bitter smile, but still gently wiped his mouth, and the beard he had worked so hard to grow disappeared in the wind without leaving a trace.

"Entered a state of mental wandering?"

With no outsiders present, the two sat facing each other. If someone were to see them at that moment, they would only think they were two enlightened immortals.

"How does it feel?"

Zhao Yuzhen closed her eyes slightly, felt it for a moment, and smiled gently: "Very good."

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed along, "The old man should feel gratified now."

So the two of them went to the Ancestral Hall and respectfully offered incense to the past patriarchs and their late master Lü Suzhen. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The two of them had lost all decorum, sitting side by side on the threshold of the Ancestral Hall, their backs to the Ancestral Master's tablet, gazing at the scenery of Qingcheng Mountain, lost in thought.

After a long while, Zhao Yuzhen took out a peach from her sleeve and handed it to Zhou Huanzhen.

Zhou Zhenhuan first smelled it and nodded: "It is indeed sweet."

It seems your little fairy is indeed wonderful.

Zhao Yuzhen smiled and nodded vigorously: "She is, of course, excellent."

She's always wanted to see you.

"Oh, I should meet her, but not now. She should still be working on her breakthrough."

Zhao Yuzhen did not insist and obediently nodded.

"How about the Wrathful Sword Immortal?"

Zhou Zhen's sudden question startled Zhao Yuzhen for a moment, but she quickly took a bite of the peach and chewed it slowly.

After seemingly considering his words for a while, he finally spoke: "He is strong, but not that strong."

Finally, he added a sentence.

"As you know, I never went down the mountain in my early years. I only knew that there were five great sword immortals in the world, including myself."

Of course, you weren't included.

Before this, I had only ever seen the fairy's sword.

The fairy's sword strike was incredibly beautiful... cough cough, I couldn't help but be captivated.

Why are you looking at me like that? If you're so capable, why don't you find a fairy yourself!

Zhou glared at him, annoyed: "Get to the point!"

"Oh, when Yan Zhantian came up the mountain that day, I originally thought it would be a lose-lose situation, and my senior uncle even wanted to bring out the sword intent you left behind."

It was only after the fight that I realized…

Zhao Yu was a gentle and kind man. Even in front of his senior brother, he did not want to say anything bad about others.

But Zhou actually understood and simply nodded.

"So, we should still go down the mountain and walk around more, and see more of the sights."

This time, Zhao Yuzhen nodded in strong agreement: "Indeed, the area down the mountain is very nice."

"And my senior brother? How have you been these past few months since you came down the mountain?"

Zhou Zhenhuan changed to a more comfortable way, spitting out the peach pit from his mouth. The ground outside the Ancestral Hall automatically turned over, pulling the peach pit into the soil.

Without Zhou Zhenhuan making a move, a gentle breeze gathered and lingered, and before long, a tender sprout emerged from the soil.

Peach and plum trees do not speak, yet a path forms beneath them; outside the Ancestral Hall, peach blossoms fill the sky.

Zhao Yuzhen exclaimed again, "Senior Brother's Taoist magic is indeed profound."

At this moment, Zhou Zhenhuan began to recount his experience of descending the mountain, which drew repeated praise from Daojianxian.

"I never expected my senior brother to have such an exciting experience."

Those young men must be exceptionally talented; I'd like to have the chance to meet them.

After all, she was someone my senior brother had taken a liking to, so I couldn't refuse to see her.

Is Senior Brother going to interfere in the struggle for the Crown Prince position in Beili?

Zhou Zhenhuan stretched and stood up: "Oh? How so?"

Zhao Yuzhen hesitated for a moment before saying, "Senior brother said that Xiao Se was actually a disciple of Langya King Xiao Ruofeng, and also the former Yong'an King."

It is also said that Wuxin is the son of Ye Dingzhi, the sect leader of Tianwaitian.

Their meeting must have been destined.

Whether it's the Prince of Langya or Ye Dingzhi from Tianwaitian, they are all troublesome past events.

My senior brother's Taoist skills far surpass mine.

I know my senior brother well.

My senior brother is lazy at heart.

Although I don't understand why you've gone to so much trouble to arrange everything, I can sense that you have grand ambitions.

What I want to say is, no matter what, Qingcheng and I are always behind you.

Zhou Huanzhen raised his hand to shield his forehead, looked at the sunset, the sky was covered with layers of clouds, and the clouds seemed to have given him a golden edge.

"Ha, if even I can't solve this problem, what's the use of involving Qingcheng?"

Zhao Yuzhen sighed: "I just think that watching you get beaten up is actually a pretty happy thing."

In my memory, my senior brother has never been beaten in all these years.

Your actions will inevitably lead some to believe you've taken sides, and the trouble that follows will naturally follow.

To be honest, I'm really looking forward to that day.

On Mount Qingcheng, sword energy crisscrosses.

"What happened?"

"Those two started fighting."

"Oh, what did we have here? Go do what you were doing. It's abnormal that those two aren't fighting."

"Our sect leader sets an example by practicing diligently day and night even at such a high level. We should also strive to improve ourselves and not let down our sect's cultivation."

Seeing his disciples so motivated, Yin Changsong was very pleased: "Not bad, not bad, Qingcheng will prosper."

"Grandmaster, Grandmaster, something terrible has happened..."

"Master, the Master's Hall... has collapsed!"

Yin Changsong stood there, frozen in place, as if petrified.

Chapter 32 White King Xiao Chong

Qingcheng Mountain is still the same Qingcheng Mountain.