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

Cheating? Hanging up to cultivate?

Where is this going?

"Well done, you little idiot."

"Little Feixuan, where do you think you're going? Give it to me!"

Upon seeing Zhou Huanzhen, Xiao Feixuan turned and ran without a second thought.

It hadn't run more than a couple of steps before it was caught and brought back. Its two short legs kicked a couple of times in the air before it became completely obedient.

With a fawning smile, he said, "Feixuan welcomes Grandmaster Uncle back to the mountain. I was just about to inform Grandmaster Uncle."

Zhou found it quite amusing and slapped him twice on the buttocks.

"You're good with words, but it seems your kung fu is quite good, much better than your useless junior uncle."

Li Fansong was speechless. You can teach him a lesson, but why drag me into it?

I'm at least a half-step free spirit, okay?

However, he wore a fawning smile on his face: "Master Uncle is right! I will definitely work harder in the future."

This time, Zhou Zhen didn't discourage him, but instead glanced at everyone.

"Wow, could this person be the legendary Dao Sword Immortal?"

"With such grace and bearing, he must be a Daoist sword immortal without a doubt."

"It's so beautiful! Do you guys think Qingcheng accepts female disciples?"

I don't know if Qingcheng will accept it, but your man might beat you up.

"You're ignorant. The one who flew away earlier was the Dao Sword Immortal. The Dao Sword Immortal loves to wear purple."

The one in the blue robe was the senior brother of the Dao Sword Immortal, the number one True Immortal in the world, the Carefree Immortal.

"Huh? How did you know?"

"Hehe, I'm just a writer of storybooks, so I'm naturally more well-informed."

Look, this is my newly written novel, "The Dao Sword Immortal's Confession: The Story I Had to Tell with My Senior Brother".

Don't like it? There's also "Senior Brother, Please Behave Yourself" and "Senior Brother, Don't Close the Door."

"Oh? That sounds interesting. May I take a look?"

"Of course, brother, let me tell you... Senior Xiaoyao Xian! Spare me, senior! I only sell legitimate manuals. What I just said was all nonsense. Please don't take it to heart."

Chapter 64 The Carefree Immortal Moves Mountains

The ancients favored male homosexuality even more than people do today.

To put it bluntly, these are all things that the ancients had already done.

Scholars who could afford it would have a pageboy. What were the pageboys responsible for?

They are responsible for serving tea and water, helping with dressing and meals, folding clothes and making beds, and of course, warming the bed.

Although maids are also suitable for these tasks, maids are prone to causing deaths.

Furthermore, in many places, such as academies, maids were not allowed to enter.

Zhu Yingtai needed to disguise herself as a man to enter school, so having a pageboy made things much easier for her.

Besides pageboys, some scholars would form sworn brotherhoods with their classmates and friends.

Let's all sleep together, and then part ways amicably in the future. You get married, I get married, and everyone is happy.

Many people maintain this kind of relationship for a lifetime, until death do them part, and it is even more reliable than love.

For example, the line "Green are your robes, long is my longing" describes this kind of feeling.

Zhou Zhenhuan sat casually on the grass, surrounded by a gentle breeze and fluttering butterflies.

He was engrossed in reading the book "Senior Brother, Please Behave Yourself".

A young man who looked like a scholar stood to the side, looking very reserved, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The scholar's name is Lan Bai (thanks to Lan Bai, a fellow Daoist who likes Yihe Fugu, for the 666).

I have loved reading since I was a child. I happened to hear about the deeds of Xie Xuan, the Confucian swordsman, and I longed to be like him.

He then bid farewell to his parents and ventured into the world alone.

But the path of the martial world is not so easy to walk; without money, you can't move an inch.

Even after traveling thousands of miles and reading thousands of books, he still had not attained enlightenment, let alone set foot on the path of the sword.

In order to survive, he wrote some stories about gods and ghosts, using the pseudonym Yiren, which unexpectedly caused quite a stir.

Then, he caught the attention of Bai Xiaotang and was recruited into their ranks, becoming one of their spies.

Qingcheng has been so lively lately, so naturally he had to come.

He had a special talent: he was naturally sociable. He quickly became friends with the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain. When they heard that he was planning to write a book about Qingcheng Mountain, a kind disciple told him some stories about Qingcheng Mountain.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with talking about these things.

However, after hearing the story, he felt itchy and his old habit kicked in, so he couldn't resist and wrote a few stories.

It hadn't even been sold yet when it ended up in the hands of the rightful owner.

As a member of Baixiaotang, he naturally had heard about some of this person's affairs.

For example, at the age of seventeen, he entered the realm of divine travel, severed his destiny, and split the heavens with a single sword.

He knew, of course, that this person was not someone to be trifled with, nor someone he could afford to offend.

At this point, we are simply waiting for a result.

Anyone, especially someone of such strength and extraordinary status, would certainly not tolerate being written about in a storybook.

"Hmm, the writing style is not bad, but it's a bit too conservative."

Such stories will not attract readers.

"Huh?" Lan Bai almost doubted that there was something wrong with his ears.

I thought I was going to be sentenced to death, but who would have thought that this person would give such an evaluation as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Huh? Didn't you hear me?"

"No, no, no, I heard you clearly. But senior, you, you're not angry?"

Zhou Zhenhuan chuckled: "What's there to be angry about? You just wrote the story of Zhou Zhenhuan and Zhao Yuzhen."

These two names are not exclusive to the two of us.

Qingcheng Mountain isn't that domineering.

Your article is too formulaic; to put it bluntly, it's all just a set pattern.

Once you've read the beginning, you can predict the ending.

In my opinion, it doesn't meet the standards.

You admire the Confucian Sword Immortal very much?

Blue and White never expected such a wonderful turn of events, nodding their heads like chicks pecking at rice.

"Yes, I aspire to become a sword immortal like the Confucian Sword Immortal."

Zhou chuckled and gave a thumbs up: "Very ambitious, but if that's all you're relying on, you probably won't succeed."

The Confucian Sword Immortal has loved books since childhood.

Do you understand the weight of those three words?

Lan Bai's body suddenly trembled. To love reading and to only love books may seem like a difference of just one word, but the implications are worlds apart.

Lan Bai took a deep breath and respectfully bowed to Zhou Huanzhen.

"Your words are truly enlightening and I understand them perfectly."

Zhou Zhen nodded, looking at the majestic Qingcheng Mountain.

"Those who have achieved something throughout history have all been inseparable from the word 'focus'."

You have to provide intelligence for Baixiaotang, study to understand principles, and earn money to support yourself.

In my opinion, while you are quite talented, you are not one in a million.

They also lack the ability to multitask.

In many situations, we have to make choices in life and in our work.

If you truly wish to become a sword immortal like the Confucian Sword Immortal, you must make some sacrifices.

Otherwise, he would just be an ordinary person who makes a living by writing stories; even if he writes books, he would still be an ordinary person.

Take my advice: being an ordinary person is actually quite good.

There's only one Xie Xuan in the entire world.

Lan Bai remained silent for a long time. By the time he came to his senses, Zhou Zhen had already disappeared.

The surroundings were noisy and crowded.

He suddenly realized that just now, he seemed to have been facing only one person.

The same scene, the same environment, yet these people seemed to be nonexistent.

"Silly boy, don't write this kind of thing anymore, at least don't write about people you can't afford to offend."

I might not care, but there are quite a few Qingcheng disciples. If they find out, I'm afraid they won't be able to tolerate it.

Blue and white sweat began to pour out again, and he bowed deeply in the direction of Qingcheng.

"This junior thanks Immortal Xiaoyao for his teachings. This junior has already understood."

At that moment, everyone felt the ground beneath their feet tremble, and many people lost their footing.

"What happened?"

"The earth dragon turned over?"

"Look, Mount Qingcheng is retreating!"

To everyone's horror, the Qingcheng Mountain gate, which had been so close at hand, kept receding into the distance.

"No, it's not that Qingcheng Mountain is retreating, it's that the mountain beneath our feet is moving!"

"Why is this happening?"

The gate of Qingcheng Mountain is located halfway up the mountain. Although the terrain at its foot is flat, it is still a small mountain that is not very high.

But now, this small mountain has been uprooted by someone with immense power.

An insurmountable chasm appeared between their feet and the gates of Qingcheng Mountain.

"Look, there's someone over there!"

Everyone panicked. Someone shouted something, and everyone looked up.

In the sky, a golden lion, its head reaching the heavens and its feet planted on the ground, radiated countless golden rays.

And atop that lion's head stood a person.

It was unclear what he looked like; all that could be seen was a green robe fluttering in the mountain wind.

"What's that?"

Then, the man in the green robe threw out two yellow paper figures from his sleeves. The paper figures swelled in the wind and instantly transformed into ten-thousand-foot-tall golden armored warriors.

The warrior was clad in golden armor, with a sun, moon, and star chart behind his head, draped in colorful clouds, making him appear like a god descending to earth.

"Don't panic, everyone!"

Everyone gathered in Qingcheng, all for the sake of seeking the Dao.

However, the gate of Qingcheng Mountain is too small to accommodate so many people, so it needs to be expanded.

The crowd watched as the two golden-armored warriors bent down, uprooted the barren mountain not far away, and then carried it on their backs, walking step by step toward Qingcheng.

Today, the carefree immortal of Qingcheng sends a mighty warrior to move mountains!