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

Not far away, on a sand dune, the white-haired immortal, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps on gravel came from over.

The white-haired immortal did not turn around, but simply looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

Then he heard a hearty laugh from behind him.

"Brother Mo, it's been many years, and you're even more charming than before."

The white-haired immortal Mo Qixuan turned around, chuckled, and truly seemed like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"I am flattered that the Gun Immortal has come in person."

"So, Snowmoon City, are you trying to stop my Heavenly Realm again?"

The one who arrived was none other than the Gun Immortal, Sikong Changfeng.

Sikong Changfeng quickly waved his hand with a smile: "Brother Mo, please don't misunderstand. Actually, I went out this time to find my daughter."

Ah, Brother Mo, you have no idea how naughty my daughter has been since she was little, and she's never been easy to manage.

"Once this child gets older, he becomes harder to manage."

The white-haired immortal seemed to be thinking of something, and suddenly felt a sense of empathy.

The two men, one standing on a sand dune and the other in the shadow of the moonlight, poured out their grievances.

Sikong Changfeng complained about his troublesome daughter, while Baifa Xian complained about his nephew Wuxin, who ran away as soon as they met and even attacked him, and was extremely ruthless.

The two dignified masters of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, like two worried old fathers, instantly became confidants.

After a long while, both of them stopped talking at the same time.

The white-haired immortal sighed: "The Outer Heavens are not peaceful now. I only want to welcome the young master back and reorganize the Outer Heavens."

However, Bei Li seems to be overthinking things.

The Gun Immortal was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Regardless of what others do, the agreement to lock the mountains and rivers was made through my senior brother."

Now that the appointed time has arrived, it is our Snow Moon City's duty to respectfully escort Ye Anshi back to his clan.

An Shi, An Shi, I hope he won't be the second Ye Dingzhi.

The martial world had finally become a little more peaceful.

The white-haired immortal sneered: "Back then, you, your senior brother Baili Dongjun, the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, and my sect leader were also considered..."

Forget it, it's all old news.

Your words today are enough.

The two stopped talking.

The cold moonlight shines on the world, expressing endless sorrow.

Lu Yuzhai was also worried at this time. His junior brother was unparalleled in flying with his sword, and could fly however he wanted, but he had a problem with getting sick from horses and carriages.

This journey has been quite arduous.

He was lying on the horse's back, vomiting uncontrollably, and looked like he had almost lost half his life.

Lu Yuzhai slapped his forehead. "Is the century-old foundation of my Wushuang City really going to fall on the shoulders of this good-for-nothing?"

"Senior Brother, we've arrived. Khotan is just ten miles ahead."

"Okay, I understand. Tell everyone to be vigilant. The closer we get to this point, the less we can let our guard down."

This mission is a do-or-die situation!

Lu Yuzhai rode his horse up to Wushuang and patted him on the back.

"Junior brother, at this critical juncture, I have a few words to tell you."

Wushuang raised her head blankly, her eyes empty.

"Huh? Which senior brother of mine are you again?"

Lu Yuzhai trembled with anger, raised her hand and finally gently placed it on his head, rubbing it vigorously.

"Would you like to guess?"

Wushuang regained some of his senses and chuckled dryly, "Senior Brother? What are you doing here?"

How did I get here?

Lu Yuzhai took a deep breath and kept telling himself, "This is my junior brother, the future of Wushuang City."

Then, helplessly, he said, "Why don't you guess again?"

Wushuang scratched his head: "What was Senior Brother trying to tell me?"

Seeing that this scoundrel could finally communicate normally, Lu Yuzhai perked up and said seriously.

"That monk Wuxin possesses the thirty-two secret techniques of the Rakshasa Hall, which are crucial to the resurgence of our Peerless City."

So if there's a battle ahead, you absolutely must not hold back.

Last time in Sangu City, we failed our mission. Although our master didn't say anything, those old men were very dissatisfied.

So this time, you absolutely, positively must not hold back, understand?

Wushuang was also taken aback: "Senior brother, why did you only tell me about something so important now?"

Lu Yuzhai had a look on his face as if he had swallowed a fly.

“I said these things the day before yesterday and yesterday.”

"Huh?" Wushuang scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled.

"Don't worry, senior brother, I will definitely not forget this time."

Lu Yuzhai said with a dark face, "You said the same thing the day before yesterday and yesterday."

Barren mountains, ancient temples.

There are thirty-two Buddhist kingdoms in the Western Regions, so naturally there are many abandoned temples.

Zhou Zhen lit a campfire and pulled a pot out of his sleeve, which made Sikong Qianlu stare in astonishment. She couldn't help but tug at his sleeve and look at it for a long time.

"Master, what exactly are you hiding in your sleeve?"

Is this also the way of Tao?

I want to learn this.

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed and casually pulled out two reclining chairs.

"It is naturally a Taoist technique, but this kind of Taoist technique works well for me, but you cannot learn it."

Sikong Qianluo was somewhat unconvinced.

"Hmph, if my master can learn it, so can I."

I'm very smart.

Zhou Zhen didn't deny it and nodded: "I admit you're very smart, but Qianluo, cultivation is all about serendipitous opportunities."

When the opportunity arises, things will fall into place naturally; if there is no opportunity, it cannot be forced.

For example, your uncle Zhao Yuzhen has only mastered a few things so far; he probably doesn't know most of what his master knows.

It's not enough to just be smart.

“But since Master accepted me, it means I have a karmic connection with the Dharma, doesn’t it?”

Zhou raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, but did not deny it.

"She really is a smart girl."

You're right, you are indeed very suited to Taoist cultivation.

Well, how about this? I'll teach you something fun first—a technique called "eye magic."

The moon is bright and the breeze is gentle; the sky is clear and the air is crisp—it's perfect for this occasion.

"Fun? I want to learn! I want to learn!"

"Haha, don't rush, don't rush. This supernatural power is called Spirit Sealing."

You were born with heterochromia, which is very suitable for you.

All things in the universe possess Qi. From the operation of heaven and earth to the life of ordinary people, everything is inseparable from the flow of Qi.

The internal energy flowing within the bodies of those who practice martial arts is essentially a kind of Qi…

Zhou Huanzhen recounted the story in detail, while Sikong Qianluo listened attentively, nodding slightly from time to time.

Under the bright moon, a transcendent immortal and a charming young Taoist priest seemed to blend seamlessly with the gentle breeze, creating a scene of natural beauty.

Chapter 42 Acting on Your Heart

In the desert, the temperature difference is extreme.

Zhou Huanzhen casually created a warm area using the Fire Separation Array Technique.

He then sat cross-legged on the ruined temple wall, resting his chin on his hand, staring blankly at the moon.

Sikong Qianluo sat on the ground, looking at the air with a curious expression, occasionally reaching out to grab it.

"Master, so this is what the world looks like."

Now, in her eyes, the world had completely changed; colorful Qi flowed to and fro, appearing quite mischievous.

But when she reached out to grab it, she couldn't catch anything.

She found it interesting and enjoyed it immensely.

He turned slightly to look at his master, Zhou Zhenhuan, but was slightly taken aback.

In her vision, her master was like a gentle breeze, seemingly without a physical form, his body filled with the harmonious and natural yin and yang energies.

However, these two energies, Yin and Yang, seemed to be tearing each other apart, being pulled into the sky by an invisible force.

There are always moments of awkwardness, but they are quickly suppressed and the body moves freely again.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a sight.

After just one glance, I felt dizzy and couldn't help but tap my head gently.

"Little girl, you've just started learning, what are you looking at?"

"You can't seal away my Qi."

Sikong Qianluo felt a little better after she withdrew the Spirit Sealing Divine Power.

"Master, why can't I see any meridians or veins in your body?"

Zhou Zhen yawned: "Well, it's probably because your cultivation level isn't high enough."

It's getting late, time to get some sleep. There's a big show to watch in the days to come.

Sikong Qianluo was a little confused, but she still nodded obediently, rubbed her eyes which were a little hard to open, lay down on the recliner prepared by her master, and fell asleep peacefully.

Zhou Zhenhuan looked at her sleeping figure and smiled slightly.

He is indeed a promising talent for cultivation, having mastered the Sealing Spirit Divine Eye in a short period of time.

He touched his chin, then pinched his cheek, his smile widening.

Looking up at the sky, he could feel that the sky wanted to devour him.

And he, on the other hand, is excellent nourishment.

However, the Taoist priest had not yet considered giving up his own flesh and blood.

The flaws of Heaven have nothing to do with me, Zhou. Do you want to eat me to make up for them?

If I can kill you with one sword, I can certainly kill you a second time.

This world is too beautiful; I, the carefree immortal, still wish to live a few more years of carefree life.

Zhou Zhen yawned and, at a speed barely visible to the naked eye, unleashed eighty-one spells.

The invisible talisman flew straight into the sky, and only then did that inexplicable attraction completely disappear.

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled slightly and muttered to himself, "Forty percent! I now control forty percent of the Heavenly Dao, so what can you do to me?"