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

"What's wrong? Is something on your mind?"

Those bold words were truly moving.

Upon hearing this voice, Lei Wujie jumped up as if he had a spring in his buttocks, somewhat at a loss for what to do.

"Miss Ye, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Chapter 101 The Summer Breeze Cannot Reach the Outer Heavens

The summer wind was scorching, and so was Lei Wujie's heart.

It's not that he hasn't seen beautiful girls before; for example, his own sister is a famous beauty in the world.

Senior Sister Sikong Qianluo is also a beauty.

Even those who are carefree and desolate are all beauties, though they are not women.

But Lei Wujie only felt that rush of blood and burning heat when he was with Ye Ruoyi.

It makes his heart race, his face turn red, and even his usually fluent tongue becomes a little clumsy.

If Lei Wujie is the scorching summer, then Ye Ruoyi is the gentle spring.

It is gentle but not intense, as delicate as a flower in the wind, making people want to cherish it.

Lei Wujie was somewhat at a loss, while Ye Ruoyi followed his example, sitting down beside him with her legs dangling down and gently swinging them.

A breeze blew by, lifting her long, black hair.

Slender, delicate fingers, like tender scallions, gently brushed across her cheek, carrying away the playful mess.

Lei Wujie's throat bobbed, and he quickly looked away, feeling that the weather seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and his face was burning.

Ye Ruoyi seemed to know what he was doing, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a beautiful arc.

Unlike Tsukihime, she didn't have the delicate fragrance of roses.

It's also different from my older sister's preference for the scent of peach blossoms.

Lei Wujie often thought that perhaps his sister didn't like peach blossoms before, but now she likes them very much.

There is always a faint, pleasant fragrance of grass and trees about Ye Ruoyi.

It tastes somewhat like herbs, but without that pungent bitterness.

At the city gate, people came and went, and carriages and horses were endless.

Ye Ruoyi seemed to be in a good mood, humming a tune that Lei Wujie had never heard before.

I didn't know what the piece of music was, but I just found it pleasant to listen to.

A long time passed, yet it felt as if only a moment had elapsed.

Ye Ruoyi stood up; her forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

Her health was already poor, and the summer sun was too intense.

Perhaps because he had been sitting for a long time, his body swayed violently when he stood up.

Lei Wujie was startled and quickly reached out to support her.

The touch from his fingertips sent a shiver down Lei Wujie's spine. Their eyes met, but all they saw was a gentle breeze and a blazing sun.

On the summit of Cangshan Mountain, Li Hanyi looked at her younger brother, who had been sitting under the peach tree grinning foolishly for half an hour, her eyes filled with worry.

"Is he really alright?"

Zhao Yuzhen placed a chess piece on the chessboard, glanced up, and casually shook her head.

"I'm familiar with this situation."

After I first met you, I also liked to sit under the peach tree, and I would sit there all day long.

This kid has a crush on someone; at this age, it's perfectly normal for teenagers to be experiencing romantic feelings.

After saying that, he picked up another chess piece and frowned as he looked at the chessboard.

Li Hanyi simply smiled, her eyes brimming with affection.

She glanced at Lei Wujie again, then suddenly felt something was wrong, so she walked over and pinched Lei Wujie's ear.

"Sister? When did you arrive?"

Li Hanyi glanced at Zhao Yuzhen, whose chessboard was almost full of pieces, and then pointed to herself.

"We've been here the whole time, didn't you notice?"

Lei Wujie chuckled twice and scratched his head.

"Who's the girl you've fallen for?"

"Ye... Ah? What girl? What are you talking about, sister?"

Li Hanyi sighed and tapped her younger brother on the head.

"If you can't lie, then don't lie. Your thoughts are written all over your face."

Lei Wujie scratched his head again, unsure where to begin.

"Actually, it's not that I like it, I can't really say."

"Surname Ye? Ye Ruoyi?"

Lei Wujie nodded.

Li Hanyi sat down on the ground next to her younger brother.

"Then do you know her identity?"

"Identity? I don't know, I haven't had a chance to ask yet."

"You know nothing, you understand nothing, so what do you like about her?"

This question left Lei Wujie completely bewildered.

"She...she's very beautiful."

Li Hanyi tapped him again, annoyed: "So, you're lusting after someone's looks?"

Lei Wujie panicked: "No, no, no. She is indeed beautiful, but I don't treat all beautiful girls like that. Only her... oh dear, I can't say for sure."

I'm going to practice my sword.

Li Hanyi should be happy that her carefree child has now developed a worry.

For some reason, I sighed.

"Why are you sighing? Isn't it a happy thing that your little brother is growing up?"

Zhao Yuzhen had already put away the chessboard. She walked up to Li Hanyi, squatted down, took her hand and gently stroked it a few times before placing a peach in her hand.

Li Hanyi glared at him, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, but seeing his smiling face, she couldn't muster any more anger.

"Indeed, we should be happy, but when the King of Langya died, my mother was heartbroken and left Tianqi with the two of us."

The reason is to prevent us from getting involved in the Apocalypse again.

But now, Xiao Jie is getting too close to Xiao Chuhe, and Ye Ruoyi is the daughter of General Ye Xiaoying.

I'm afraid..."

Zhao Yuzhen waved her hand: "What are you afraid of? Don't forget, this kid's master is my senior brother."

Whether it's the Grand General, His Majesty the Emperor, or these princes.

Whoever it is, they have to give my senior brother some face, so you should rest assured.

Li Hanyi smiled slightly; it seemed to make sense.

"I wonder what Senior Brother Zhou is doing these days."

Zhou Zhenhuan is listening to music now, while a cold wind whistles on the cliff, withering hundreds of branches.

Yu Xiuxiu, the head of the Heavenly Maiden Pavilion, ordered a pavilion to be built on Eagle Beak Cliff.

Zhou really found it very interesting.

The Western Regions Buddhist Kingdom is clearly an arid desert, but this outer heaven is frozen year-round.

It's already summer in Snowmoon City, but it's still snowing here.

Zhou Zhenhuan was the only person in the pavilion, while an actor was performing outside.

As for Wuxin and the people from Tianwaitian, they were all waiting outside the pavilion.

Meanwhile, the people from Tiannv Pavilion waited behind the opera singer.

The two sides were several dozen feet apart.

It seems that all these people are here just to see a Taoist priest and listen to a play.

Yu Xiuxiu was undoubtedly very nervous. This woman was able to become the head of the Heavenly Maiden Pavilion because of her silver tongue.

She can turn the dead back to life. An ordinary person, once in front of her, can be turned into her believer within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

His skill in controlling people's minds was simply unparalleled.

But now, looking at the Taoist priest in blue robes warming wine over a small stove in the pavilion, she couldn't utter a single word.

Anyone who has heard of this person's name and knows his deeds will feel the same way, and should feel the same way.

Because Yu Xiuxiu felt that this person was on the side of the Outer Heaven, he became their adversary.

Chapter 102 We are destined to meet, so let's stay.

Although Tianwaitian is far from the Central Plains, it has not given up collecting information from the Central Plains.

Because their living conditions here are just too harsh.

If given a choice, who wouldn't want to live in a place with distinct seasons, abundant produce, and a beautiful environment?

Those who instigated Ye Dingzhi's eastern expedition back then had the same idea.

Zhou Huanzhen finished brewing a pot of wine, and the opera singer's water sleeves fell down.

Zhou Zhenhuan actually doesn't understand opera.

However, he has a very good eye.

This woman named Zhao Qingyi has a really good singing voice, and her figure is absolutely first-rate.

She is undeniably graceful and stunningly beautiful.

Although she was dressed very formally, every move she made, every raised eyebrow, every blink of her eyes, captivated people and made their hearts flutter.

If Zhou really had to use an adjective, he would say "exquisite beauty".

Today, Zhao Qingyi wore light makeup, her water sleeves fluttering in the breeze.

It's as if a celestial being has descended to the mortal realm.

It's just a pity...

Unfortunately, Zhou Zhenhuan possessed a pair of Dao Eyes, yet within this body of unparalleled beauty lay a rotten soul.

If the soul could manifest, it would surely make everyone present vomit up their dinner from the night before.

Zhou Zhenhuan sighed, "I never thought we were really destined to meet."

Zhao Qingyi chuckled and walked gracefully, her small, quick steps making her seem to float on the ground. Combined with her flowing sleeves, she exuded an indescribable agility and elegance.

Zhou Zhenzhen almost couldn't help but applaud.

Zhao Qingyi entered the pavilion and sat down in front of Zhou Huanzhen.

"Taoist priest, you shouldn't have come."

Zhou Zhenhuan subconsciously replied, "But I'm already here."

Then it dawned on me that this conversation sounded so familiar.

"Yes, that is indeed a regrettable thing."

I must admit, your strength is truly formidable, so formidable that I thought those stones from Bai Yujing had finally been unleashed.