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

Zhou found it quite interesting; the eaves were indeed well-built.

I wanted to compose a few lines of poetry, but then I felt I had to rack my brains to think of something suitable and appropriate for the occasion. After thinking about it again and again, I gave up.

Yin Changsong had been standing like a statue for so long, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

"Xiaoyao, is something on your mind?"

Zhou Zhenhuan yawned: "What worries could I have, Uncle-Master? I'm afraid you'll be the one having a headache from now on."

Yin Changsong frowned: "So what is the purpose of opening your mountain gates so wide?"

I always felt that you changed a lot after you went down the mountain and came back.

"Master Uncle, at most one more sixty years, and the immortals from beyond the realm will be attacking."

Upon hearing this casual remark, Yin Changsong was startled, and a hint of tension appeared on his face.

However, the tension quickly dissipated.

"Immortals from beyond the realm are naturally protected and resisted by the four realms."

Zhou Zhen didn't refute, but simply nodded slightly: "What if I told my master that the guardians of the four realms have no successors?"

"This...how is this possible?"

“How is it impossible? Uncle Master, look at the world today, how many famous masters are like my junior brother and me, who have taken that step?”

I met someone in Tianqi, a senior immortal from a hundred years ago, who is now guarding the southern border.

But at this time, the western border is unguarded. In the world today, only my junior brother and I are capable of guarding it.

"If we both leave, what will become of Qingcheng?"

Yin Changsong fell silent. Qingcheng was now thriving, and his disciples were making breakthroughs one after another. Today, Zhou Zhenhuan moved mountains to expand the Qingcheng Mountain Gate and erected three steles to win over the hearts of the people.

Everything was moving in a positive direction, and he had already foreseen the grand spectacle of Qingcheng Mountain being filled with sword immortals.

But now, a bucket of cold water has been poured on him.

Zhao Yuzhen stopped carving on her sword: "Senior brother, even you can't handle this? After all, you've already reached that level."

Zhou Zhenhuan changed his posture, sat up straight, and stretched.

"Who knows? I've never played it."

But we can make a comparison.

When two countries are at war, what is the first weapon to strike?

They were nothing more than cannon fodder.

You can imagine what it would be like if the forces sent from outside the region to lead the charge were just low-level soldiers.

Their mere soldiers require us, the immortals, to fight them off.

What if we launch a large-scale attack?

Moreover, there are also extraterrestrial demons with entanglements with Buddhism, who are eyeing the region covetously.

Therefore, I left the Heavenly Dao Sword in Tianqi City and erected the Enlightenment Stele in Qingcheng.

It's simply about having more rising stars and increasing our fresh blood and manpower.

Zhou Zhenhuan's words weighed heavily on the hearts of Yin Changsong and Zhao Yuzhen.

Indeed, if even the enemy's lowly soldiers are all at the Divine Travel level, then who will stop them if they launch a full-scale attack?

Even if Zhou Zhen is truly invincible and single-handedly guards one realm, repelling all enemies, what about the other three realms?

Seeing the solemn expressions on their faces, Zhou Zhenhuan laughed and stood up.

"Drink today, for tomorrow we may die."

There are still so many years to go, aren't there?

Don't look down on the younger generation. Take my Qingcheng Sect for example. Look at Xiao Feixuan; he has the potential to become an immortal.

A glutton with the bearing of a sword immortal.

If they thoroughly understand what I've taught them, it's not impossible for two people to achieve divine travel within twenty years.

The world is so vast, and there are so many geniuses.

Or perhaps, by the time that day comes, you will no longer be here.

"Hey, hey, hey... Uncle-Master, you can talk, but why did you have to resort to violence?!"

News of Qingcheng Mountain spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the world.

Zhou Zhenhuan, the carefree immortal, was truly famous throughout the world.

Anyone familiar with Qingcheng Mountain will be greatly impressed when they arrive here and see what Qingcheng looks like today.

"If Heaven did not love wine, the Wine Star would not be in the sky."

If the land did not love wine, there would be no wine spring there.

Heaven and earth both love wine, and loving wine is not a disgrace to Heaven.

I have heard that purity is likened to sainthood, and turbidity to the virtue of a wise man.

Since sages and saints have already drunk, why seek immortals?

Three cups lead to the Great Way, a jug brings one into harmony with nature.

Enjoy the pleasures of wine, but don't tell those who are sober.

"What a fine poem! Truly a fine poem! Brother Zhou's literary talent is remarkable; he has perfectly captured the essence of drinking. In that case, let's raise a large cup!"

Qingcheng Mountain became famous, and so did Xiaoyao Xian.

Zhou Zhen hadn't had a few days of peace when this wine connoisseur came to visit him.

The Wine Immortal, Baili Dongjun.

One who wields a sword becomes a sword immortal; one who wields a knife becomes a knife immortal.

He was now sitting opposite Zhou Zhenhuan, with dozens of empty jars placed in front of him.

The wine, of course, was brought by the wine connoisseur.

"Brother Baili, your words are not an exaggeration, but this poem was not written by me. It was written by someone who called himself the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal."

"Oh? The Azure Lotus Sword Immortal?"

To be honest, although I have never liked reading since childhood, there are few classic books in the world that I have not read.

But I have never heard of such a sword immortal.

To be able to write such verses, one must be like you, my fellow Daoist, a carefree immortal.

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed and said, "Don't praise me like that, or I'll get arrogant."

Baili Dongjun was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Brother Dao is truly a remarkable person."

Actually, I came here uninvited today, firstly to see the sword stele that you erected, fellow Daoist.

Secondly, I have some questions and hope to get an answer from you, fellow Daoist.

Zhou Zhenhuan's heart stirred, and he stared into his eyes before slowly nodding.

"I can give you the answer you want right now."

Baili Dongjun was somewhat surprised: "Brother Dao, do you know what I want to ask?"

Zhou Zhenhuan sighed: "Of all the words in the world, the word 'emotion' is the most deadly."

I have a question for the wine connoisseur: can forgetting really solve all problems?

If you are asking for Meng Po soup, I can tell you definitively that I can help with this wine.

But I've always felt that running away is a very shameful thing. Of course, I can't deny that running away is very effective.

One sentence made Baili Dongjun sway, and a pain he had never shown to anyone flashed in his eyes.

“Bai Li Dongjun, I forgot to tell you, what you just drank was Meng Po soup. Now, you are drunk.”

Zhou Zhenhuan's voice was sacred and ethereal. Baili Dongjun looked up in surprise and then saw the person he had been longing for day and night.

Chapter 67 The Loving Grandmaster

Li Hanyi looked at Baili Dongjun, who had been drunk for dozens of days under the peach tree, and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

"Senior brother, how is he?"

Zhou Zhenhuan waved his hand: "It's alright. Your senior brother's inner demons are too stubborn. My Heavenly Questions and Heart-Pounding Ceremony is just to make him understand his own heart. Once he comprehends his true nature, his inner demons will naturally be eliminated."

"Inner demons? Senior brother, do you think I have any inner demons?"

Zhou Zhen turned his head with amusement, looked at Li Hanyi, and then at Zhao Yuzhen, who was equally curious.

Isn't he your inner demon?

Li Hanyi blushed: "Pah, Senior Brother is really quite frivolous."

If anyone were to see this aloof, icy beauty reveal such a girlish side, they would surely be astonished.

Zhao Yuzhen chuckled twice, then turned her head away under Zhou Zhenhuan's disdainful expression.

"Inner demons are terrible, but not everyone has them."

On another note, aren't you planning to acknowledge that little blockhead as your new friend?

"Look, isn't this also your inner demon?"

Li Hanyi was stunned for a moment. She naturally knew that Lei Wujie had gone up the mountain.

"I will acknowledge him, but the current situation is not quite right."

Zhou Zhen nodded: "Then wait. He doesn't know you're in Qingcheng."

"But since this lad wants to become my disciple, I still need to ask your opinion."

Li Hanyi was somewhat surprised, but then overjoyed and clasped her hands in a fist salute to Zhou Zhenhuan.

"If he can truly become a disciple of his senior brother, it will be an immense blessing for him."

"Ha, I'm not that good either, I'm a very lazy person."

Do you know why he came out of seclusion this time?

Li Hanyi frowned slightly, and in an instant, several possibilities came to mind, causing her frown to deepen.

"I can guess some of it."

After all, her younger brother was Lei Hong's apprentice.

Zhou really didn't intend to get involved in this matter: "Since you don't object, I'll just let one sheep run wild, and two sheep graze freely."

I have high hopes for your younger brother. He's naturally quick-witted and intelligent, and truly a promising talent for martial arts.

Li Hanyi smiled and said, "I've said it before, this is his good fortune."

In today's world, who can surpass this man in swordsmanship?

In terms of principles, who can surpass him?

Even if she taught it herself, she could only produce a sword immortal at most.

But this one is different. Just look at Zhao Yuzhen; even if she's not the best, she can still teach Shenyou.

Zhao Yuzhen was unaware that she had become the object of comparison again; otherwise, she would surely feel very innocent.

In the Xiaoyao Palace, Sikong Qianluo is fighting with two rabbits.

These two rabbits are naturally the gentle breeze and bright moon.

Li Fansong lay on a haystack next to the Xiaoyao Palace, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and his hands behind his head.

Lei Wujie and Xiao Feixuan were arm wrestling, their teeth clenched, and for a moment they were evenly matched.

"I don't believe it. How old are you to have such strength?"

"Hmph, I didn't grow all this muscle for nothing."

Xiao Se shook his head helplessly to the side. This little blockhead had found a worthy opponent.