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

Some say it's wealth that rivals a nation's riches, while others say it's unparalleled martial arts skills that are invincible.

Only Zhou Zhen knew that there was only a handsome little monk inside.

The little monk's martial arts skills were indeed extraordinary, but in Zhou Zhenhuan's eyes, they were not as good as a single hair on his head.

"We arrived too late and were unable to meet Master Wangyou."

Zhou Zhenhuan sighed, picked up his wine cup, and was about to pour it on the ground when he suddenly remembered that Master Wangyou was a monk, and he probably wouldn't drink this cup of wine.

It would be too wasteful to throw it away; it's better to eat it yourself.

Zhou really felt that being a monk was too miserable, missing out on so many delicious foods.

Of course, the monks here are quite upright; they don't drink alcohol or eat meat, they diligently cultivate themselves, and they subdue demons and monsters, which is admirable.

"Waiter, bring the wine."

Zhou Zhenhuan was staring at the plaque of Hanshui Temple, lost in thought, when he heard a call.

At the stairwell, someone carrying a whirlwind of wind and snow, the chill of heaven and earth sweeping in.

The temperature seemed to have dropped by a third.

Everyone turned to look over. Some of the drinking wanderers looked wary as they stared at the figure who had suddenly appeared, dressed in black and wearing a bamboo hat.

Here comes another one. There are so many experts on this trip to Hanshui Temple.

Seeing that the person was just sitting at the table, waiting for the food and drinks, without making any other moves, everyone turned their attention back to eating and drinking as usual. They just became much quieter, and the atmosphere eased up considerably.

Zhou Zhenhuan rested his chin on his hand, looking at the boy who had appeared, a smile playing on his lips.

Tang Lianyue's beloved disciple from the Tang Clan of Shu, Baili Dongjun's adopted disciple, the chief disciple of Snow Moon City, and the Tang Lotus who mastered the Ten Thousand Trees Flying Flowers technique at a young age.

He is indeed a young hero. Although he is not old, he is capable and mature. He is a prominent figure among the younger generation.

Zhou Zhenhuan wasn't very old, but when he saw Tang Lian, he inexplicably had a strange feeling of becoming an elder.

New talents emerge in every generation, and new talents replace the old. He is young, but there will always be someone younger than him.

What's even more remarkable is that at such a young age, he has already made a great name for himself in the martial arts world, which makes him all the more precious.

Ha, of course, my junior brother is not bad either. He was already the sect leader and a true sword immortal at the age of sixteen. In this respect, my junior brother is still better.

Zhou Zhenhuan felt a strange sense of relief.

At this moment, Tang Lian was also looking at Zhou Zhenhuan.

This person was quite unusual. Dressed in a blue robe, without any ornaments, and with a wooden hairpin in his hair, he was serene and peaceful, completely out of place with the style of this restaurant.

There was no trace of internal energy emanating from him; he didn't seem like a martial arts practitioner, but rather like a scholar traveling and enjoying nature.

Tang Lian felt a vague sense of unease, because this seemingly scholarly fellow was surrounded by no one. Perhaps these talkative martial arts figures hadn't even noticed that they were unconsciously keeping their distance from him.

For those in the martial arts world, seeking profit and avoiding harm has become an instinct.

This person is not to be trifled with.

He muttered to himself, "I was entrusted by my master to transport a coffin. I thought it would be a simple task, but I didn't expect that the situation at Hanshui Temple would be so complicated."

What exactly was that coffin?

Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and there was someone sitting opposite him.

Tang Lian was secretly surprised. Even though he was thinking, he still kept seven-tenths of his attention, but he didn't notice when this person got up or how he got to him.

"Although I know I have a good appearance, I still feel like I'm at a disadvantage when a man stares at me for a long time."

Zhou Zhenhuan spoke with a mix of humor and seriousness.

Tang Lian's lips twitched, and she cupped her hands slightly: "I was just thinking about some things."

"Oh, I know what you're thinking, and I know what you want to do."

But since you saw me, I suffered a loss. It's not too much for you to pay for my drinks, is it?

Don't be nervous. I have a past connection with Snowmoon City. To be precise, my future siblings will be from Snowmoon City.

So, in a way, they're all family.

Okay, okay, stop looking at me like that. I just went out without any money.

Zhou Zhenhuan left with a large jug of wine, departing with a carefree and unhurried manner.

Tang Lian felt somewhat confused. Looking at the palm-sized peach wood sword that the man had left her, a thought struck her and she began to have a vague idea.

"The Dao Sword Immortal? Qingcheng Mountain?"

No, the age matches, but the appearance doesn't, and there's no sword by his side.

Furthermore, Dao Jianxian cannot descend from Qingcheng Mountain.

Could he be one of his disciples?

His movements were exceptionally skillful, and his demeanor mysterious and extraordinary. My master had never mentioned such a person in the martial world before; truly strange and remarkable.

Chapter 5 My Senior is an Idiot

This world is vast, and many strange things happen here.

Lei Wujie found the person in front of him very strange.

Sitting by the river, covered in snow, holding a lush green bamboo stalk with a light cotton thread tied to one end.

He could even see the cotton thread floating on the river, drifting with the current.

Moreover, this river is rather shallow, perhaps because it is flowing and has not frozen.

So it's immediately clear whether there are fish underneath.

Lei Wujie looked for a long time but didn't see any fish. He only saw some pebbles that had been pieced together by the forces of nature to form mysterious and beautiful patterns.

The fisherman didn't move for a full half hour.

Lei Wujie squatted down and watched for half an hour, even wondering if the person had frozen to death.

He hesitated, wondering whether he should give it a push.

Of course, I wasn't pushing him into the river; I just wanted to see if he was still alive.

Just as he was about to put his plan into action, Lei Wujie jumped up from the ground as if he had seen a ghost, his mouth agape wide enough to fit two eggs.

He possessed fire-based martial arts skills, so even in this freezing weather, with his chest half-exposed and abs exposed, he didn't feel cold, though he knew it was winter.

With such shallow water and a light fishing line, a large carp that wriggled its tail was actually caught.

If this were a modern person, they would definitely shout that this is fucking unscientific.

But Lei Wujie didn't understand science, and he was still extremely shocked by what he saw.

Even those who are not afraid of the cold or heat feel a chill down their backs.

This is absolutely unbelievable!

A look of joy appeared on Zhou Zhenhuan's face. He shook the bamboo pole, and a water dragon rose from the water's surface, swallowing the large carp. Then, the water dragon shook its head and tail, circling around Zhou Zhenhuan endlessly.

The large carp danced up and down inside the water dragon's belly, seemingly unaware of what it was about to face.

Lei Wujie felt a chill run down his spine.

I had initially doubted whether this person would freeze to death, but his skill in controlling water was simply amazing.

He had never seen such a person before.

Indeed, the world is vast; it's time to come out and see it for ourselves.

I never expected to encounter such a master so soon after entering the martial arts world. How fortunate I am!

"Senior, was this fish really caught from this river?"

Zhou Huanzhen turned around and looked at Lei Wujie, who had delicate features and an innocent face. He finally understood what the description of "clear-sounding stupidity" meant.

"No, actually I hung it up myself."

Lei Wujie was surprised to receive such an answer, and his already large eyes widened even further.

"Senior, please don't joke. I saw the whole thing. You can't fool me."

"Then you still ask!"

Lei Wujie was speechless and scratched his head sheepishly.

He wanted to chat a bit more, but then he heard his stomach pounding like a drum. Lei Wujie rubbed his stomach, feeling even more embarrassed.

"Senior, there's an inn up ahead. Let me treat you to a meal."

How about you show me that move again?

Zhou was genuinely amused; this kid wasn't stupid after all.

Instead of answering his question, she looked at a wooden bridge not far away, and beyond that, an inn.

The inn is called Snowfall Manor, but it's clear that the building in front of us doesn't live up to the name of the manor.

"Invite me to dinner? How about plain noodles?"

Lei Wujie's expression froze, and he felt like he had seen a ghost again.

How did this person know that they were originally planning to eat plain noodles?

He looked down at his own attire and couldn't see anything wrong with it.

Phoenix Fire, produced by Yuxiu Workshop in Tianqi City, is a very special shade of red that looks great when worn.

He loved fire, loved the color red, just like the hot blood coursing through his veins.

Do I look like I can only eat plain noodles?

"Senior, you may not know about Yangchun noodles, but they are actually very delicious."

"No, you're wrong. I know Yangchun noodles very well. Do you see all this snow on the ground?"

Lei Wujie nodded blankly, not quite understanding the connection between noodles and snow. Could it be that they were both white?

"Take a bite and have a taste."

Lei Wujie did indeed take a bite.

"What is the taste?"

"It doesn't have much flavor, but it's very thirst-quenching."

Zhou Zhenhuan sighed and gently tapped him on the head three times.

"He really is a hot commodity."

"What good can 'highbrow' art possibly have?"

Lei Wujie scratched the spot where he had been hit and retorted uncertainly, "Senior, you're an idiot."

"Oh no, I didn't mean you were stupid. I meant, I meant my master often called me stupid, not a blockhead."

Zhou Huanzhen smiled, raised his hand and tossed the water dragon, which carried the carp, directly towards Lei Wujie.

Lei Wujie hurriedly channeled his inner strength and frantically took it.

Unexpectedly, upon contact, the water dragon exploded, drenching him with water, while the carp fell directly into his arms.

The carp in my arms did indeed feel quite heavy, weighing about seventeen or eighteen pounds.

Zhou really liked this world; there was no pollution, no overfishing, and the wild carp had grown so big.

It's rare to see such a cold and freezing day, yet some clumsy fish still take the bait.

The carp's tail is red, and this little rascal is dressed in red too; they match quite well.

"Be careful not to kill it, or it won't taste good."

"Ah? Oh! Don't worry, senior."

As Lei Wujie spoke, he was being slapped across the face by the fish tail, and he seemed quite helpless.

Inside Snowfall Manor, it wasn't warm like springtime; it wasn't even any better than outside.

The window frames were already broken and could not withstand the wind and frost, so I simply left them open to let the snowy scenery of the distant mountains into the room.

The men, with their hands tucked into their sleeves, kept stamping their feet, watching the swirling snowflakes outside, their hearts filled with worry.