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

But this child...

That's a bit too much. How old is he? He just turned eight.

An eight-year-old at the Free and Easy Realm... While not an exaggeration, this person is cultivating the Dao.

As is widely known, the supreme mental cultivation method of Qingcheng Mountain is the Great Dragon Elephant Force.

Those who inherit this legacy are likely to be groomed to be the next leader of the sect.

His Taoist cultivation was already quite remarkable.

Qingcheng Mountain has indeed produced some extraordinary figures.

He looked up at Li Fansong, who was sitting with his legs crossed, looking relaxed and at ease.

The Purple Star observes the qi, the Dao Eye seeks the dragon.

According to Bai Xiaotang's intelligence, Li Fansong's initial aptitude was not particularly outstanding, and he was not exceptionally talented.

He only entered the Free Realm at the age of seventeen, unlike him and Wuxin.

However, Xiao Se did not underestimate him at all, because this person was the bearer of Qingcheng's martial fortune, and had a lot of accumulated strength that was about to be unleashed.

It is said that his lack of breakthrough over the years was intentionally caused by Zhou Zhenhuan and Zhao Yuzhen.

Now, with this breakthrough, he directly entered the half-step carefree realm within a few months.

It's still clear that he's not in a hurry to break through to the next level; he's pursuing the natural flow of enlightenment, where things will fall into place naturally.

This does indeed align with the tranquil and natural aesthetic of Taoism.

Why do you keep staring at me, brother?

"Is there something on my face?"

Li Fansong kept his eyes closed, but spat out the foxtail grass from his mouth.

Xiao Se smiled slightly: "They are prettier than flowers."

This completely baffled Li Fansong. He opened his eyes, stared at Xiao Se with some curiosity for a long time, and then nodded.

"you're right!"

Are all the people of Qingcheng Mountain like this...? Interesting, isn't it?

Sikong Qianluo, who had been slashed in the foot by Qingfeng's sword, was clutching her foot and jumping around howling in pain.

Mingyue leaped up and landed on Qingfeng's head. Qingfeng straightened his neck, and Mingyue seemed to receive a layer of force, jumping even higher.

The wooden sword in his hand clattered and hit Sikong Qianluo's shoulder.

Sikong Qianluo had no choice but to take a few steps back and waved her hands repeatedly: "I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore."

This swordsmanship looks so ordinary, it doesn't make sense!

Without using her internal energy, she actually couldn't defeat those two rabbits. It seems that anyone associated with her master is utterly irrational.

Just then, Lei Wujie's wrist was about to press Xiao Feixuan's wrist onto the table. Hearing this shout, he subconsciously turned around, but Feixuan suddenly exerted force, and the outcome immediately reversed.

"Haha, I won!"

Fei Xuan jumped up, his hands flying, and a little lion appeared behind him, roaring to the sky. Its smugness infuriated Lei Wujie.

"This round doesn't count, let's play again!"

“A loss is a loss, how can it not count? If I had used the Great Dragon Elephant Force, you would have been down long ago.”

When Zhou Huanzhen returned to Xiaoyao Palace, he saw Sikong Qianluo fawningly bribing two little rabbits.

However, Qingfeng and Mingyue were very aloof, ignoring her and even spitting at her in disgust.

Lei Wujie and Xiao Feixuan, on the other hand, were clearly serious.

Lei Wujie had already activated his Fire Scorching Technique, while Xiao Feixuan hid behind the golden light, using the power of the Great Dragon Elephant to condense a golden hand to directly confront him. For a moment, Lei Wujie was forced to retreat steadily.

Zhou Zhen nodded. Xiao Feixuan was indeed good, and even more intelligent. The Taiyi Lion Technique was originally a kind of lion's roar, used to intimidate the mind and deal with the primordial spirit, and it had a miraculous effect.

However, starting with him, the Taiyi Lion Technique was ruined.

Now this kid has actually grasped another level, and the Taiyi Lion Technique is both offensive and defensive, which is quite impressive.

Lei Wujie is quite talented, but over the years, Lei Hong's ability to teach his disciples has really been lacking, and he has wasted a lot of time.

Since Lei Wujie couldn't break through the defense of the Taiyi Lion Technique, Xiao Feixuan was already in an invincible position.

"Alright, stop now. Don't demolish my Xiaoyao Palace, or I'll have to sleep on the mountaintop."

Zhou Huanzhen waved his sleeve, and a vast breeze swept through, instantly separating the two.

Xiao Feixuan was startled and quickly bowed, saying, "Grandmaster Uncle!"

"Yes, you're a good boy/girl. You've done a good job with your kung fu. Keep it up!"

Xiao Feixuan looked at the hand that landed on his head, somewhat bewildered.

Hmm, my grandmaster seems rather kind today.

Chapter 68 You get used to vomiting after a while.

The gnarled old pine tree stretches its waist in the morning light.

Several squirrels emerged from the tree hole, peeked down, and then quickly pushed and shoved their way back into the hole.

Because there was a person sitting below, Lei Wujie sat cross-legged, with clouds rising around him, giving him a somewhat indescribable charm.

Two rabbits were perched on his shoulder.

Like Lei Wujie, the little rabbit had its five hearts facing the sky, but its head was nodding little by little, clearly indicating that it was not cultivating, but sleeping.

When the sun suddenly leaped out from behind the clouds, the cultivators opened their eyes, their faces showing a hint of excitement.

A golden light seemed to shine through his eyes, but it vanished in a flash.

"The 'Eating the Clouds Technique' passed down by Master is truly miraculous. Just by observing the morning light and clouds, my internal strength has increased so much."

After his initial excitement subsided, he turned to look at the rabbits on his shoulder and gently patted the two little creatures' heads.

It was obvious that the little rabbit also had a bad temper when he woke up; he jumped up and each of them kicked him.

It kicked me right in the face.

Lei Wujie cried out in pain, covering his face. He watched as the two rabbits hopped and skipped quickly to a person, at which point he hurriedly got up.

Zhou Zhen was yawning, his long hair hanging down naturally behind him without being tied up. However, due to the high mountains and strong winds, his hair was only slightly blown up and did not become disheveled.

He carried a basket in his hand, facing the sunlight, as if he had stepped out of the sunset glow.

"Hmm, you are quite diligent, much better than your senior and junior brothers."

Lei Wujie chuckled and touched his head, still looking as innocently naive as ever.

"Here, eat this."

Lei Wujie quickly reached out and took the basket, looking at it: "Master, what is this?"

"These steamed buns have been spiked! You're eating them just because they're offered to."

The two sat down on the edge of the cliff, and the two little rabbits jumped back onto Lei Wujie's lap, reaching out their hands to eat the steamed buns.

Lei Wujie took a bite, then gave a bite to each of the two rabbits.

The morning glow painted the entire sea of ​​clouds red, creating a magnificent and breathtaking scene.

Lei Wujie had never seen such a sight before, and for a moment he felt a surge of heroic passion in his chest and abdomen.

"Doesn't it look good?"

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled, turned his head, and said with a smile, "These two little guys seem to like you."

Although Mingyue and Qingfeng are rabbits, they have been kept by my side for many years.

They can distinguish a person's scent.

This brat has a pure aura, untouched by the filth of the world. How complicated could the little rabbit's thoughts be? She's actually closer to him.

Qingfeng and Mingyue liked Lei Wujie the most, Sikong Qianluo second, and Xiao Se never got close to him.

He was also Zhou Zhenhuan's third disciple. His mind was too deep and his thoughts too complicated.

Having entered the gates of Qingcheng Mountain, I don't feel like a true Qingcheng Mountain person.

Three days ago, Zhou Huanzhen began accepting disciples.

Under the witness of Baili Dongjun, who had regained consciousness and was almost out of his delusional state, Sikong Qianluo, Lei Wujie, and Xiao Se formally became Zhou Huanzhen's disciples.

Then the wine immortal left; he needed to go into seclusion.

When he emerges from seclusion, the world will surely gain another powerful cultivator who can travel through the realms of immortals.

This is a very good thing for Zhou Zhenhuan.

A cycle of sixty years sounds like a long time, but for these people, it's just a fleeting moment.

The more masters in the world, the better.

Sikong Qianluo became the eldest senior sister, and Lei Wujie became the second senior brother.

As for Boss Xiao, he actually had a lot of inner conflict.

He was very clear about what his identity meant.

This means huge trouble.

But this person is the one in the world who is least afraid of trouble.

Xiao Se felt that if he didn't become an apprentice now, he might never have the chance again.

However, when Xiao Se kowtowed to become his disciple, Zhou Zhen Huan coughed up blood three times, which terrified all the onlookers.

Xiao Se was so frightened that his face turned pale.

An entity capable of moving mountains and overturning seas, however, was directly devoured by the Heavenly Dao because he became a disciple.

However, the gentle smile on Zhou Zhenhuan's face never disappeared.

He simply wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the vast sky, and said something inexplicable.

"Thank goodness another 10% was added, otherwise this would have been fatal."

Zhou Zhenhuan spoke gently and playfully, but Baili Dongjun's face was gloomy and somewhat frightening at the time.

The wounds inflicted by Heaven are not so easily dealt with.

Even Zhou Zhenhuan hadn't expected that Xiao Se's destiny was so profound and so heavy.

This was only the initial apprenticeship. Zhou Zhenhuan originally thought that he could just heal his injuries and be done with it, but as soon as he had this thought, he saw blood staining the sky in his eyes.

Ominous! Terrible! The heavens weep blood. He now occupies 40% of the Heavenly Dao; he might very well perish on the spot.

So he had no choice but to abandon the idea.

Four percent is not ten percent. His relationship with Xiao Se is not nearly as deep as that bond. Moreover, he carries too much responsibility. The fate of the nation and its people is the most troublesome, involving the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people, and the entanglement of cause and effect.

The time is not right, we cannot rush it.

Zhou Zhenhuan simply increased the true energy remaining in Xiao Se's body and gave him a set of health-preserving exercises.

This is a gradual process; with the help of his true energy, perhaps five years, perhaps ten years, perhaps longer, Xiao Se will be able to return to normal.

Of course, if he had followed his destiny and gone to the East Sea to visit the sacred mountains, he might have recovered much faster.

However, when he accepted disciples, the secrets of heaven were already in chaos, as tangled as hemp threads.

Both Sikong Qianluo and Xiao Se are now dressed as young Taoist disciples, both in blue robes.

Standing in front of the thatched house not far away, looking at Zhou Huanzhen and Lei Wujie on the cliff edge.

No one knows what his master said, but Lei Wujie, that blockhead, laughed so hard he almost fell headfirst into the sea of ​​clouds.

Just then, a golden hand lifted him up and threw him away.

Lei Wujie bared his teeth and claws, screaming in agony, while the two rabbits were overjoyed, seemingly enjoying the tossing and catching action immensely.

Xiao Se sighed, a deep worry flashing in his eyes.

"Is Master really alright?"