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

Chapter 122 Old Zhou, you'll have a hard time finding a wife.

Red King Xiao Yu naturally had reason to be angry.

After all, Yan Zhantian, the Furious Sword Immortal, left without making a move after the battle began.

This is a deserter.

Now, the Lone Sword Immortal standing behind Xiao Yu is seriously injured and will probably need to recuperate for a while, which means that the White King's power has not been lost at all.

"Shouldn't I come here to demand an explanation? The Angry Sword Immortal deserted his post; don't you need to give me an explanation?"

Facing the enraged Crimson King, Xiao Chong remained calm, showing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

He shook his head: "The Angry Sword Immortal is not my subordinate, and I can't control what he does."

If you really feel something is wrong, you can go and confront him.

Xiao Yu seemed surprised that the White King would be so shameless as to say such things.

"Fine, since that's what you say, don't blame me for being ruthless, hmph!"

Xiao Yu turned and left. After a while, Zang Ming came back in.

"Your Highness, the Crimson King has already left."

Xiao Chong removed the black cloth from his eyes and gently tapped the table with his fingers.

"Check what he's been doing lately."

I don't believe he'd come looking for trouble for no reason.

Zang Ming paused for a moment, then responded.

"Yes, my subordinates will go check it out now!"

As Xiao Yu left the White King's residence, the anger on his face slowly disappeared, as if he wasn't the one who was angry before.

He boarded the carriage, where there was already a person inside, dressed in a sheepskin coat and looking extremely slovenly.

That person was none other than Yang Xiang, the Medicine Madman, one of the Four Madmen of the Bliss Pavilion who had previously provided the Divine Travel Pill to Lone Sword Immortal.

“Tell me that his eyes have healed, but I see him as the same as before.”

Yang Xiang smiled and poured Xiao Yu a cup of tea: "The White King is a cunning man who doesn't show off his abilities."

If His Highness the Crimson King wishes to assume that position, the White King will undoubtedly be the biggest obstacle.

Your Highness may not believe me, but everything I have said is true.

As for why the White King remains unchanged, in my opinion, it's simply because he's showing weakness.

A dog that bites without barking is the most dangerous kind of person.

Xiao Yu drank the tea in one gulp, and with a slight squeeze of his hand, the teacup was instantly crushed to pieces.

"So what? If he wants to pretend, let him pretend."

Have you made any new progress with the medicine from the Ghost Doctor?

Yang Xiang smiled smugly: "Your Highness, rest assured, it's almost done. When the time comes, you will have a group of fearless and invincible warriors."

"By then, who in the entire Northern Li will be able to rival you?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu burst into laughter, a hearty and unrestrained laugh.

"Very good, very good. With you and the Ghost Doctor, I am truly like a tiger with wings."

The medicine-human figures that the Ghost Doctor created previously had no consciousness, only some fighting instincts, and the materials required were extremely rare.

After all, the masters of the world won't obediently let me become a medicine man.

But now that we have you, a drug fanatic, things are naturally different.

"Hehe, Your Highness flatters me, but I can guarantee that the people cultivated with my medicine will definitely possess reason."

"Very well, once I have ascended to the throne, I will surely reward you handsomely."

At the same time, in the far west, on the banks of the Tongtian River, two figures suddenly appeared.

"Luo Qingyang? How dare you ruin my Baiyujing's important affairs? You're courting death."

“Your Excellency, there is a sealing barrier set up by Luo Qingyang here. It will not be easy to pass through.”

"Ha, just this mere river?"

"You step back now, and watch me break it."

“Your Excellency, you mustn’t… Your Excellency… Alas, I acted impulsively.”

The man looked at the Venerable One's shattered remains on the ground, a look of sorrow appearing on his face.

I've already said it won't be easy to get through, why won't you listen to advice?

This can't go on. We need to think of a way. Coming down from the southern border seems like a good idea.

After all, the North and East borders don't seem to be easy, and the person guarding the South border is much weaker than Luo Qingyang.

This time, we definitely need to find a few people with better brains.

Luo Qingyang is a formidable foe of our time. This time, we're going to issue a Heavenly Ranking bounty, hoping that the people of the four great immortal palaces will lend a hand.

No matter what, Luo Qingyang must die!

Inside the Kenshin Tomb, on the covered walkway, a rope was hanging, and Zhou Zhenhuan was lying on it, leisurely swinging back and forth.

Below, Hua Jin is holding a jade pendant, his brows furrowed, as if he is trying to understand a difficult problem.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhenhuan opened his eyes, a strange smile appearing on his face.

Oh? The people from Baiyujing actually came down. They were so fast.

This person's strength should be at the early stage of the Divine Travel realm, which is indeed remarkable. It's just a pity that he still couldn't withstand a single sword strike from me.

The realm beyond is indeed teeming with experts.

"That's interesting. I hope Luo Qingyang has better luck. He's injured now, and I don't know if he can handle it."

Hearing the noise, Hua Jin looked up and glanced at Zhou Huanzhen.

"Old Zhou, are you talking to me?"

Zhou Zhen shook his head and continued swaying.

"No, I just remembered something funny."

How's your learning going?

Hua Jin sighed: "As expected of a celestial technique, I have grasped the principle, but this method requires strong internal energy to support it, which is not something I can master in a short time."

"Your internal energy must be very strong, right?"

Zhou Zhen raised an eyebrow: "It should be alright."

"That's fine. I'll use the needles, and you'll do the work."

Zhou Zhen nodded: "That's no problem, but just in case, we still need to borrow some people."

"Let's go, I'll take you to rescue someone."

"Now? Who should we save?"

"Ugh... save my daughter-in-law."

Hua Jin's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You, you already have a son? And a wife? You're so old?"

Zhou Zhenhuan laughed and gently tapped her on the head.

"What are you thinking about? She's my apprentice's sweetheart. Judging by the timing, it should be just right."

Hua Jin made a face: "I knew it, Lao Zhou, it's hard for someone like you to find a wife."

"Oh? Why? Am I really that unattractive?"

"No, that's not it. You're quite good-looking, at least much better-looking than my master."

But think about it, with your high level of strength, you're sure to live a long time.

But a woman's prime lasts only twenty or thirty years.

By then, she'll be old, and you'll still look the same as you do now. How heartbroken will she be to see that?

Even after she's old and dead, you'll still be the same.

Just thinking about it makes me feel lonely.

So if you're looking for a wife, you should definitely find someone similar to you, someone who isn't so easy to kill.

But where in this whole world can you find a girl as capable as you?

Zhou Zhenhuan couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.

"That makes perfect sense. I never imagined I was so impressive in your eyes."

Hua Jin pouted: "You're already very powerful. Putting aside everything else, just take this soul-reviving technique, even my master doesn't know it, but you do."

"So that's where my talent lies."

"Hey, I'm serious. No matter what, you're still the best in the world."

"That's just people saying it for fun, don't take it seriously."

Chapter 123 Heartless vs. Furious Sword Immortal

The grove is a nice place, with lush trees and dappled sunlight like stars.

When men and women enter the grove, stories are bound to unfold.

Wuxin felt that his luck was not very good. He had just returned to the Central Plains Jianghu and encountered a top master.

"Divine speed and divine vision?" The Furious Sword Immortal hadn't expected that leaving Nan'an City and continuing south would lead him to encounter the Tang Clan.

The Tang Clan members said they were chasing a traitor, and Nu Jianxian naturally knew that the plan targeting Lei Family Fortress in Snow Moon City couldn't be known to Snow Moon City, so he also came after them.

Unexpectedly, this little monk was quite skilled.

Wu Xin sighed: "Yes, they are all extremely powerful skills."

Having just escaped the pursuit of the Tang family's experts, they have now encountered an even greater one.

"Little monk, you can't stop me."

“We have to give it a try, Brother Tang. You take Miss Ye and go first. I'll hold him off.”

Tang Lian glanced at the person blocking her way, then at Wuxin.

"Stop being so wishy-washy. Just go when I tell you to. My kung fu has improved quite a bit since I returned to Tianwaitian."

"Killing me won't be that easy."

Tang Lian gritted her teeth, clasped her hands in a fist and palm salute: "Thank you for your trouble! I'll treat you to drinks another day."

After saying that, he helped Ye Ruoyi turn around and left.

"With such a large sword and such strength, I think I know who you are."

Yan Zhantian, the Angry Sword Immortal, felt that his anger level had been fully accumulated along the way.

He didn't make a move in his previous battle with the Dao Sword Immortal couple because he realized the difference in skill level between them.

Even though he is the Furious Sword Immortal, admired and high above ordinary people, he is still just an ordinary person in the end.

He also has things he wants to do.

His disciple wanted to rule Tianqi City, and he felt he needed to do something for his disciple.

Therefore, some things must be done.

Of course, he doesn't need many reasons to do certain things when he's angry at the Sword Immortal.

Just like how he doesn't need a reason to kill this troublesome little monk in front of him.

Wuxin clearly understood this as well.