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

"Would you bet? Want to play a round?"

Li Hanyi covered half of her face and pulled Yin Luoxia away.

What kind of mess is this?

Sikong Changfeng said with a regretful expression, "Brother Dao, I should have listened to you and come to see the show. Do you think Song Yan Hui would be scared to death if he saw all of us together?"

Baili Dongjun patted him on the shoulder: "Alright, everyone's gone, let's go back. These kids are pretty good."

Although I don't manage things much, Changfeng, look at the disciples of our Snow Moon City, they're all useless.

Only Little Tang Lian, oh, Little Tang Lian can't even beat that kid Lei Wujie.

Let's go, let's go take a look. I've always said that this kid has no humanity, but after meeting Brother Dao's disciples, he's become seven parts more human.

Go see what happens if he loses.

"Fellow Daoist, shall we join you?"

In his youth, he was quite the troublemaker, but now that his inner demons are gone, he has regained some of his lively nature.

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and shook his head: "You guys go ahead, I'm going to see a friend."

At the foot of Cangshan Mountain, by a stream.

Wushuang was not surprised at all when she saw Song Yan Hui looking dejected and absent-minded.

"Master, we lost again."

Song Yan didn't shy away from this and nodded.

"I originally thought Li Hanyi was the weakest of the three city lords of Snow Moon City, but I only realized this time that she is also about to take that step."

"Which step?"

"A half-step into the divine realm."

Upon hearing this, Wushuang spun the stone in her hand, and it bounced across the water's surface, creating a trail of splashes.

"Then you didn't lose shamefully this time."

Song Yan's face darkened. She stared at Wushuang for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh.

"You're right, I've never felt ashamed of myself at all."

It's just a pity that your master, due to my limited talent, has not yet become a sword immortal.

"Wushuang, I have placed all my hopes on you."

"Placing your hopes on a child, Lord Song, don't you find that somewhat ridiculous?"

"Who is there!"

Song Yan held her sword in her hand, looking wary.

Wushuang jumped up excitedly.

"Zhou Huanzhen! It's you!"

He remembered that feeling, because the Peerless Sword Box was also cheering and jumping for joy.

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed heartily, carrying a wine jar, and slowly appeared.

Dressed in green, he remained completely still in the mountain wind.

"It's really you!"

Wushuang ran over excitedly, then, as if remembering something, clasped his hands in a salute.

"I can't call you Zhou Zhenhuan, I should call you Senior Zhou Zhenhuan."

My senior brother told me that you are the carefree immortal of Qingcheng.

I've also given myself a name: Peerless Sword Immortal. What do you think?

Zhou Zhenhuan gently patted the trembling Peerless Sword Box, which immediately calmed down. Then he smiled and said, "Indeed, it lives up to your name."

Wushuang was even more excited after receiving the praise.

"Senior Immortal Xiaoyao, I can now control eight flying swords."

I believe that within three years, I will be able to draw all the swords.

"At that time, I will be a true peerless sword immortal."

Seeing his disciple chatting so enthusiastically with this suddenly appearing carefree immortal, Song Yan couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"The Immortal of Qingcheng Mountain"—what a prestigious title!

This person had only been in the martial arts world for less than half a year, yet he had already earned a great reputation for Qingcheng.

Today, Qingcheng Mountain is known as a grandmaster of martial arts.

Especially after the emergence of the three steles, Vajra, Freedom, and Leisure, no one doubted this name anymore.

Despite their dissatisfaction, the various sects still sent their disciples to study and comprehend it.

They've already left their stuff there, and if you don't go, who can you blame for falling behind?

Fortunately, Qingcheng Mountain is a famous Taoist mountain and rarely interferes in worldly affairs, so everyone gave up the idea of ​​competing with Qingcheng Mountain.

Most importantly, there's no comparison.

With two divine beings roaming freely, one can be proud and arrogant throughout the world. It's already merciful that others don't destroy you, let alone be so selfless.

"Ahem, Wushuang, please don't be rude. Song Yanhui from Wushuang City greets Immortal Xiaoyao."

Hearing his voice, Wushuang calmed down a bit and returned to Song Yan Hui's side: "Senior Immortal Xiaoyao, this is my master."

Zhou Zhen casually cupped his hands in greeting: "I have long admired your reputation for severing water with a single sword and stopping the flow of a thousand rivers. Lord Song, it is an honor to meet you."

My visit today is somewhat abrupt; I simply noticed that my young friend Wushuang was here, so I came to check on him.

Now that I've seen the person, I won't disturb them any longer.

"Oh, by the way, Wushuang, I've also taken on a few apprentices, and you happen to know some of them."

"I know him? Who is he?"

"Sikong Qianluo, Lei Wujie, Xiao Se!"

Wu Shuang looked blank at first, then exclaimed, "I remember Lei Wujie, but Sikong Qianluo and Xiao Se..."

He scratched his head and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed along, "It's alright, if you don't remember, you don't remember. How about we make a bet and see who becomes a sword immortal first?"

Without a second thought, Wushuang nodded: "Alright, but Senior Xiaoyao Immortal, although you are powerful, your disciple may not be as powerful as me. I will definitely be the first to become a sword immortal!"

"Alright, alright! If you win, I'll give you a gift."

Chapter 80 A sudden gust of wind ripples the surface of a spring pond.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the water, making it shimmer and sparkle, as if it were plated with a layer of gold.

Wushuang skipped stones on the water by herself, while Zhou Huanzhen and Song Yanhui sat facing each other.

Two stones were turned into stools, and a jar of wine was placed on the grass in the middle.

However, Song Yan Hui was not in the mood for drinking.

He just stared at this Qingcheng Taoist priest who called himself the Carefree Immortal, unable to fathom his true intentions.

"Is Qingcheng Mountain about to emerge? It seems that my Wushuang City made the right move."

In the end, Song Yan couldn't hold back.

Wushuang City wants to revive itself as the number one city in the world, and Xueyue City will always be a stumbling block in its way.

Now that Snow Moon City is going to form a marriage alliance with Qingcheng Mountain, this is something that Wushuang City is definitely unwilling to see.

Song Yanhui had heard Wushuang mention Zhou Huanzhen countless times how remarkable he was.

The swordplay of the Great Ming Dynasty's Vermilion Bird was truly awe-inspiring.

He had always been curious about Zhou Zhenhuan, and as more and more of what Zhou Zhenhuan had done came to his ears, Song Yanhui gained a clear understanding of the situation.

The number one city under heaven may still be Snow Moon City.

But the number one sect in the world is undoubtedly Qingcheng.

Qingcheng simply didn't care much about this title.

"Renouncing the world? Qingcheng Mountain has never avoided the world, so how can it be said to be renouncing the world?"

When my master was still alive, he often walked around the foot of the mountain.

"So, does Qingcheng Mountain really intend to form a marriage alliance with Xueyue City?"

"Does Master Zhou understand the consequences of your actions?"

Zhou Zhenhuan shook his head, his gaze falling on the lake. Then he pointed and asked, "What do you see?"

Song Yan looked at the lake surface in the direction of his finger. She saw layers of small, fine ripples, one after another, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Is Master Zhou trying to say that the tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease?"

Zhou Zhenhuan shook his head: "I just want to say, a sudden gust of wind ripples a pool of spring water, what business is it of yours?"

My junior brother and Xueyue Sword Immortal Li Hanyi are in love and are just getting married. How does that represent Qingcheng Mountain and Xueyue City?

Even if they were to represent us, so what?

If ordinary people can establish a family and career, how much more so two sword immortals?

As for what consequences you asked about, well, I think it will probably give me a few more junior disciples.

If there are any others, it's just that Qingcheng Mountain doesn't like to cause trouble, but it's not that they're all dead.

Do you really think the swords of Qingcheng don't kill?

Therefore, their marriage was an unchangeable golden rule when I stepped into Snowmoon City.

Anyone who dares to cause trouble will face only one fate.

Song Yan fell silent, looking at Zhou Huanzhen with a complicated expression.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a pang of envy for Zhao Yuzhen, for having such a powerful senior brother.

If there is such a person behind him, then he and Yin Luoxia...

Unfortunately, this assumption ultimately proved unfounded.

"If we don't see eye to eye, there's no point in saying more," Song Yanhui stood up and clasped her hands in a fist salute.

"I understand what Master Zhou means."

But some things, once started, cannot be stopped by any one person.

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and nodded: "Of course, my Qingcheng sect cultivates the Heavenly Fortune, so I understand these things better than City Lord Song."

Therefore, there are some things that I can see clearly, but Lord Song probably cannot.

However, Lord Song did take on a good apprentice.

Song Yan glanced at Wu Shuang, who was sitting to the side, idly daydreaming and twirling her fingers, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her face.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master Zhou."

To be honest, Wushuang City has no intention of being enemies with Qingcheng.

Zhou Zhenhuan nodded again: "It's all the same. Qingcheng has never thought of making enemies with anyone. Your grudges with Xueyue City are your business. If Xueyue Sword Immortal wants to step forward, that's her business. Similarly, if my junior brother wants to help, that's his business."

This time, Song Yan understood and bowed again with clasped hands.

"Wushuang, let's go!"

"Master, Senior Immortal Xiaoyao, we're here! Let's go!"

Zhou Zhen watched the master and disciple leave, smiled lightly, and with a flicker of his figure, he was already inside the Ascending Heaven Pavilion.

Tang Lian is fighting against Sikong Qianluo, who is still wielding a bamboo spear.

A bright green gun, burning with fierce flames, extremely violent.

Tang Lian had been forced out of the sword silk formation, but Sikong Qianluo changed her moves to Entanglement, which was so tight and unbreakable that it was impossible to defend her.