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

"After I was injured, Snow Moon City took me in, and that's where I met the Carefree Immortal."

The carefree immortal truly deserves the title of a true immortal.

His sword strike was truly beautiful.

Lei Hong felt that this tone was very similar to what he had said back then.

"So you're also planning to learn swordsmanship? Is that right? I wasn't lying to you back then."

Lei Yunhe laughed in anger, glared at him, and then, as if he had thought of something, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket.

"I almost forgot, this was asked by that carefree immortal to give to you, saying it can cure the cold poison in your body."

Lei Qianhu was slightly taken aback: "How did he know?"

Over the years, Lei Qianhu has never stepped out of Lei Family Fort.

Lei Meng, one of the four heroes of Lei Men, went to Tianqi and became a general.

Lei Hong, Lei Yunhe went out to make his way in the world in his early years.

Lei Qianhu, though the youngest, was the most sensible and had always been protecting the Lei family.

"That person is a true immortal in the world, so it's not surprising that he knows."

Since he said he could cure you, he definitely could.

Including my broken arm, it's all because of him.

No matter what, our Lei family owes them an immeasurable debt of gratitude.

Lei Hong took the pill, smelled it, and examined it for a long time before shaking his head: "I can only identify a small portion of the ingredients, but they are indeed all medicines that counteract cold poison."

Lei Qianhu snatched the pill and, without thinking, stuffed it into his mouth.

He laughed and said, "My brother would never harm me. According to my brother, if that person wanted to kill us, he wouldn't need to put in much effort."

Brother, I'm thinking of hosting a heroes' banquet. Do you think that person will come?

Such a divine being, I truly wish I could meet him.

Zhou Zhenhuan returned to Muliang City. Muliang City was still the same as before, no, it seemed to be even more desolate.

The Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang was still dressed in black, and Zhou Zhenzhen suspected that he had never changed his clothes.

Thinking about myself, it seems I haven't changed my Taoist robe in the past ten years or so.

His level of attainment is far beyond the mundane.

"What brings you here this time? Where is your apprentice?"

Luo Qingyang's attitude was not very good; he didn't seem happy.

Zhou didn't seem to care. It was the same spot, the same jar of wine, and the same few side dishes.

"I came because I wanted to."

Luo Qingyang rubbed the Nine Songs Sword with his palm for a couple of moments. Why did those words sound so familiar?

It seems this guy said the same thing last time.

"Yes, I know. You can come and go anywhere in the world whenever you want."

Is it just drinking again this time?

Zhou Zhenhuan glanced at Jiu Ge and shook his head: "You want to get involved?"

Luo Qingyang frowned; he understood the seemingly random sentence.

Instead of answering, he asked in return, "And you? Not planning to get involved?"

Zhou Zhen nodded: "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have come here."

Your sword is not yet ready to be drawn, so why don't you come with me for a walk and have a look around?

Luo Qingyang was somewhat surprised: "Oh? Where are you going?"

"Go to the west, to a very, very western place."

"It's much more desolate there than here."

Chapter 89 Take My Sword

The Lone Sword Immortal has wandered the martial world for many years and has encountered many people of extraordinary talent.

Of all the people I've met, Zhou Zhenhuan is undoubtedly the most special one.

What's to the west?

There is a demon.

The Lone Sword Immortal poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and sure enough, this person's wine always tasted better than the wine Xiao Yu brought.

"Demon? When did you learn those things from monks?"

Heaven, earth, and the human heart give rise to demonic thoughts.

Your Taoist school emphasizes pure cultivation, staying away from worldly affairs, and finding carefree joy in it.

"Now you want to learn from monks how to subdue demons and attain enlightenment?"

Zhou Zhenhuan smiled and clinked glasses with him: "No, I mean, the real demon. Even a monk cannot subdue it, and even a great Buddha can fall."

"Is there a difference?"

"Naturally, human thoughts are the most complex. Even if we cultivate ourselves to the level we have, we still cannot control our thoughts."

Perhaps there really are those countless gods and Buddhas, who are like stones, like beautiful jade, like ice.

Immovable, without reckless, without thought, immortal.

Even if a person is called a demon, he is still not a demon.

The true demon lies not in people's hearts, but in the heavens.

Zhou Zhenhuan pointed to the sky, but Luo Qingyang frowned, looked up slightly, and gazed at the sky. Today was a clear and sunny day, indeed a good day to visit friends.

"What do things outside the heavens have to do with us?"

I just want to live well in this world and leave no regrets.

What? Taoist priest, you want to ascend to heaven?

Zhou Zhen shook his head, seemingly not disappointed by the answer.

"I don't want to go to heaven, but those in heaven want to come down."

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. You, Lone Sword Immortal, possess divine swordsmanship, how can you possibly remain unscathed?

So, think about it, come out for a walk with me. To be honest, this dilapidated city isn't dilapidated enough.

You should know that very few people in the world have the opportunity to travel with me.

Luo Qingyang fell silent, feeling as if the gentle breeze of heaven and earth had become violent.

But in the end, he still firmly shook his head.

"I've said it before, I belong only to this world, to this city, and I don't want to concern myself with anything else."

Or, I'll deal with it after I've finished doing that thing.

Zhou Zhenhuan put down his wine cup and stared intently at his sword.

"Have you thought this through? Once you get involved this time, there's no turning back."

The Lone Sword Immortal smashed his wine cup and then drank heartily from the wine jar.

"I couldn't turn back anyway, but I'll leave that little guy alone for your sake."

Zhou Zhenhuan sighed; his drinking mood had completely vanished this time.

"The struggle between the White King, the Red King, and my disciple was originally a contest between juniors."

You adults always want to meddle.

It's one thing to deal with the others, but what conditions did the Crimson King offer this time that made you insist on taking action, even at the risk of offending my Qingcheng?

It was your junior sister who personally asked you for help.

By this time, Luo Qingyang had finished his drink, and his face revealed a captivating madness.

He smashed the wine jar to pieces with a single blow.

He said loudly, "That's right! Xiao Yu brought her out and we met."

She is not doing well now, and whenever I think about it, my heart aches.

Taoist priest, I haven't had many friends in my life, but you are one of the few I can drink with now.

If you make a move, I know I can't stop you.

But you have things you want to do, and so do I.

"Once the Red King ascends to that position, I can be with her forever."

"Ha, I never expected that you, Lone Sword Immortal, would also take shortcuts."

Luo Qingyang ignored his sarcasm and said seriously, "In this world, if there were a shortcut, who wouldn't want to take it?"

Many people want to take shortcuts, but they can't find the right path.

I have been raising this sword for many years, and you should know why.

Taoist priest, you can't stop me unless I die.

But I also know you won't take action, because you are the number one true immortal in the world, and are destined not to support any of them.

Zhou Zhenhuan stood up, waved his sleeve, and the entire Mu Liang City was instantly enveloped in invisible qi.

"Indeed, I will not openly support anyone, but as you said, one of them is my own apprentice."

Even though others call me the carefree immortal, I am still a human being.

Humans are inherently biased and prejudiced.

Therefore, today, you must take my sword.

"Okay, that's fair!"

Zhou Zhen Huan ultimately failed to abduct the Lone Sword Immortal.

Zhou Zhenzhen couldn't shake off his obsession, nor did he have the standing to do so.

He is a human being, and Luo Qingyang is also a human being.

Humans have thoughts they can't control.

Zhou Huanzhen stood on the city wall with his hands behind his back. A sandstorm swept through the lonely city, and the already dilapidated city walls were now also mixed in with the sandstorm.

In the entire city of Muliang, only the spot where Luo Qingyang stood remained, with half a house still standing.

And the half of the city wall beneath his feet.

Luo Qingyang drew half of the Nine Songs Sword in his hand, and the sword energy suddenly dissipated.

And blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the person who hadn't moved at all from beginning to end with resentment; his half-move hadn't even managed to touch the hem of the other's clothes.

"I never imagined that the gap between you and me was so vast."

Zhou Zhenhuan turned around and nodded seriously: "It is very big, but your sword strike was indeed excellent."

But this sword is far from enough to quell Tianqi.

Even for a sword immortal, facing 100,000 iron cavalry is still far from enough.

You should know that having your fate in someone else's hands is ultimately a joke.

If Xiao Yu really sat in that position, do you really think he would let his mother elope with you?

Do they even care about the dignity of the royal family?

That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself.

Muliang City grew increasingly desolate.