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

The mountains are high and the terrain is treacherous, with white clouds floating low.

A white deer dwells in the mountain stream, and the blue sky hangs overhead.

At the foot of the mountain, a squad of elite soldiers escorted a luxurious carriage, standing in formation before the gate of Qingcheng Mountain.

The carriage stopped, and a person emerged from it.

"Your Highness, please slow down. The steps are not smooth."

Prince Xiao Chong, supported by his guard Zang Ming, alighted from his carriage.

The mountain wind made everyone's hair and beard fly wildly.

Xiao Chong raised his head, his eyes were pale and dull, devoid of any luster.

But he was still "watching" the majestic Qingcheng Mountain, and "watching" the mountain mists.

He looked at an ordinary stone with a single character on it: the character for "sword".

Even though he was blind, he felt as if a sword was hanging in front of him, ready to strike but not yet unleashed, its overwhelming sword intent making it hard for him to breathe.

So clear, so distinct.

"Your Highness, what are you looking at?"

"Look at a sword."

Zang Ming didn't understand the meaning, but he also saw the character for "sword," which was written with vigor and strength, and was indeed quite remarkable.

But this is Qingcheng, where there is a sword immortal, so it is quite normal for a sword monument to be erected.

He didn't understand, but he wouldn't ask.

After a long while, Xiao Chong took a deep breath, feeling an unbearable soreness in his eyes, and involuntarily closed them.

"This is Qingcheng? Qingcheng must be very high."

Indeed, it is very high. This sword intent is already beyond measure. It seems that the master was not wronged to be defeated with a single sword strike.

Zang Ming's nose tingled slightly, and he nodded: "Yes, it's high, very high. The walls are thousands of feet high, even monkeys would have difficulty crossing them. It's truly a place for immortals."

Xiao Chong's smile deepened, and he exclaimed, "Indeed, this is a paradise on earth. Let's go up the mountain."

"I, too, would like to meet that peerless immortal who commands such high praise from the Imperial Advisor and defeated the Five Great Supervisors in half a move."

The peerless immortal Zhou Huanzhen and the Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen are being punished by kneeling.

Despite his distinguished status, he could only obediently accept the punishment in front of several white-bearded elders.

After all, with ancestors scattered all over the place, Zhou Zhen really felt that it was going too far to stand with Zhao Yuzhen like this any longer.

So the two of them knelt down on their own.

Uncle Master Yin Changsong held up the Qingxiao Sword. If it weren't for the others stopping them, the two of them would probably have been torn to pieces.

"Evil creature, evil creature!"

"Senior brother, please calm down! They are just children!"

Even when dealing with children, the Grandmaster wouldn't get angry.

Furthermore, given the high level of martial arts skills of the two junior disciples, it is quite normal that they couldn't stop themselves for a moment.

If the ancestral master were alive, he would be happy.

The Ancestral Hall may be gone, but it can be rebuilt.

If you kill them, our Qingcheng…

"That makes some sense. Who said I was going to kill them? That would be too easy on them."

"Oh? Then you've brought Qingxiao out as well."

Yin Changsong took a deep breath, shook his arm, snorted twice, and stepped forward to kick one of the men.

"Look what you two bastards have done!"

Each of you will be given a copy of your cultivation experience. If you dare not take it seriously, I will break your legs.

I don't want to see you two anymore, get out of here!

Zhou Huanzhen and Zhao Yuzhen fled in a sorry state.

After the two men left, Yin Changsong finally breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face: "How was it? Did I do a good job?"

"Senior brother is brilliant. I think those two will be able to keep quiet for a while."

Yin Changsong laughed heartily, looked at the ruins all around, and stroked his beard.

"These two wretches are quite skilled in cultivation. I hope their insights into cultivation can train a new batch of disciples."

I've disliked this Ancestral Hall for a long time; it's gotten too small over the years.

In its early days, Qingcheng was just a small thatched hut, but it has gradually developed into what it is today.

Now, in my Qingcheng, two great sword immortals are in charge.

What a magnificent sight!

How can we let our esteemed masters continue to live in such a cramped little place?

"Go and rally the disciples. We want to build a bigger and more magnificent hall for our ancestral master."

Suddenly, he remembered something else and looked nervous.

"Have the ancestral tablets been properly placed?"

"Don't worry, senior brother. Whenever that wicked creature is on the mountain, we always place it on a fine iron spirit tablet to prevent it from getting into a bad mood and damaging it so easily."

"We'll bring it out once the new hall is built."

Yin Changsong nodded with satisfaction: "The esteemed ancestors are all magnanimous. The child is ignorant and will surely be forgiven."

Actually, it's not so bad to have this wicked creature around.

Otherwise, with just a few of us, who would dare to be so rebellious as to demolish the Ancestral Hall?

However, we must establish a rule that this wicked creature is not allowed to approach the Ancestral Hall from now on.

Otherwise, our Qingcheng sect would be wasting our ancestral master's talents.

"Senior brother's thinking is thorough, let's do it this way."

Zhou Zhenhuan is still unaware that he has been blacklisted by the Ancestral Master's Hall.

The two were having tea at a pavilion halfway up the mountain.

"Senior brother, haven't we gone a bit too far this time?"

Zhao Yuzhen was filled with worry. Although he had done some absurd things under the influence of his senior brother, this time he had really gone too far.

Zhou Zhenhuan, however, did not take it to heart.

"Too much? No, no, no, my master is very happy right now."

He dreamed of making our Qingcheng stronger.

Now that Qingcheng has me, you, and the sword stele at the foot of the mountain, Shibo Bureau has opened up and wants to rebuild the Ancestral Hall.

This time, it's just giving him a reason.

Zhao Yuzhen knew that this unscrupulous senior brother was incredibly skilled at predicting the world, so she had no doubts.

"So, you did it on purpose?"

Zhou Zhen lazily propped his chin up and said, "After all, they are elders of our sect. As the younger generation, we should make sure they live comfortably and have more time to live."

You should know that once you enter a state of spiritual travel, your lifespan is greatly extended. As long as you don't do anything reckless, you generally won't die.

Although the senior disciples were limited by their talents and had no hope of advancement in this life, no one would complain about their longevity.

Zhao Yuzhen was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "Everyone says that Senior Brother is quiet and indifferent to the world, but I know that Senior Brother is the one who values ​​feelings the most."

Zhou Zhenhuan grinned: "After all, I am still a human being, junior brother. Others may think you are a sword immortal, but you should never think of yourself as an immortal."

Zhao Yuzhen was stunned for a moment, feeling that there seemed to be a lot of truth in those words, but for a moment she couldn't quite understand them.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

"Don't be so formal, it's just casual conversation."

Ah, auspicious purple clouds are coming from the east; it's the sign of an emperor.

"Junior brother, a distinguished guest has come up the mountain."

Zhao Yuzhen glanced sideways, her fingers twitched slightly, she did some calculations, and then a look of sudden realization appeared on her face.

"This time, it is indeed a distinguished guest who has come to visit. It seems that they are here for you, senior brother."

See, I told you long ago, once you chose a side, there was bound to be trouble.

"If it is a blessing, it is not a disaster. If it is a disaster, it is inevitable.

If he's truly here for me, then let him come to my Leisure Palace; I'll be waiting for him there.

Zhao Yuzhen was somewhat surprised: "Senior brother, I've discovered that you really do have something in mind. You used to hate this kind of trouble the most."

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and waved his hand: "What could I possibly be plotting? Get ready to receive the guests. I'll be going now."

"This humble Taoist priest, Zhao Yuzhen, greets the White King."

Zhao Yuzhen was, after all, the leader of a mountain sect. Without Zhou Huanzhen's influence, she regained her ethereal and otherworldly demeanor, becoming a reclusive master.

He couldn't help but glance at Xiao Chong twice.

Because that unscrupulous senior brother just gave this person a fortune reading.

What may seem like a casual remark, "Auspicious purple clouds come from the east, signifying the destiny of an emperor," is in fact a golden and decisive statement.

It's just a bit strange. My senior brother was clearly making arrangements in front of that Prince Yong'an, so why does he feel that the person in front of him has the destiny of an emperor?

Or perhaps all my previous guesses were wrong.

As expected, my senior brother's heart is as deep as the sea, unfathomable.

Perhaps Zhao Yuzhen's gaze was too direct, for Zang Ming frowned and stepped in front of the White King.

Zhao Yuzhen was naturally bold and remained unmoved.

Although the emperor's power was great, he could not reach Qingcheng.

So what if he is the supreme ruler of the mortal realm? Treat him with courtesy.

Before he could speak, Xiao Chong pushed Zang Ming aside: "Zang Ming, you mustn't be rude."

"I, Xiao Chong, a junior disciple, have come to pay my respects to the venerable Sword Immortal."

Zhao Yuzhen's mind stirred: "Oh? So you are the disciple of the Angry Sword Immortal. No wonder I always felt that your aura was somewhat familiar."

How is your master?

"Thank you for your concern, Sword Immortal. My master is well, but after returning, he repeatedly praised your sword strike, saying it was unparalleled in the world and highly esteemed it."

"Upon hearing this, I was filled with longing and thus took on this task. I fear I will be disturbing the tranquility of this sacred mountain for several days."

Chapter 33: Who will wake up first from the big dream?

In March, the city is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

A horse-drawn carriage slowly set off from Meiren Village.

The carriage was spacious and luxurious.

Sitting inside, you can't even feel any bumps.

Tang Lian looked helplessly at Tian Nu Rui, who was feeding her.

Why did you insist on coming along?

This mission had nothing to do with you.

Tian Nv Rui snorted: "Of course I'm willing, but I'm afraid you, you heartless wretch, will forget about me again later."

Tang Lian looked a little embarrassed. Just as she was about to speak, a golden light shone in from outside the window.

Tang Lian casually waved her hand, and a dart instantly struck the golden light.