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

So he put in his best effort, but he wasn't afraid.

Because he has now reached the Ascension Realm.

This Angry Sword Immortal is at most a Great Free Spirit.

So this battle is one we can fight, but if we can't win, we have another option: to run.

Unconfident, he believed his superhuman speed would surely allow him to outrun this man.

After all, it seems that no one has ever heard of the Furious Sword Immortal having strong lightness skills.

Even if we take a step back and assume the worst, he still has the four paper figures that carried Senior Zhou's sedan chair on him.

"It's not surprising that you can guess who I am, and similarly, I seem to know who you are as well."

"Are you Ye Dingzhi's son?"

Wuxin smiled and nodded: "Not bad."

"Alright, the thing I regret most in my life is that I never got to fight your father. Now that I've met you, you're worthy of my drawing my sword."

"You're the junior, I'll let you make the first move!"

"Fine, I apologize for the inconvenience, Great Kasyapa Palm! This move is called Arhat's Samadhi!"

"Arhat's Samadhi? No one in this world can immobilize me, Yan Zhantian, not even the Buddha!"

On the top of a tree, Hua Jin jumped around excitedly.

It seemed as if a cloud was supporting her beneath her feet, which amazed her.

This is the first time I've ever traveled this way.

Sure enough, following Lao Zhou always leads to fun things.

"Old Zhou, aren't you going down to help? Won't that little monk get beaten to death?"

Zhou Zhenhuan shook his head: "It won't be so easy for the Angry Sword Immortal to kill this little monk."

"It seems you have a lot of confidence in this young monk."

"Not really, it's just that the little monk's strength is not much different from that of the Angry Sword Immortal."

Furthermore, the Furious Sword Immortal did not participate in the battle that besieged my junior brother, so he was actually afraid.

His sword wouldn't allow him to have such cowardice.

So it's not apparent now, but in the long run, it will be difficult for him to improve his swordsmanship again.

"Cowardice? It's normal for most people to protect themselves when facing someone stronger than themselves, right?"

Zhou Zhen nodded: "It is indeed normal, but his swordsmanship is not so normal."

His sword was already wary, because he also had something on his mind.

He drew his sword this time for his disciple, not for himself.

"I don't understand, but it looks like the little monk is going to lose."

Old Zhou, it seems you're not entirely right.

Could this be considered cowardice?

Hua Jin pointed at Wu Xin, and sure enough, Wu Xin had already turned and run away.

Zhou was truly at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

"No, this isn't cowardice, this is intelligence."

Hua Jin rolled her eyes, pinched her nose, and made a face at him.

"You've said everything, and you're always right."

Zhou Zhen patted her on the head: "Alright, we've seen enough, let's go."

After Zhou Zhenhuan left with Hua Jin, Nu Jianxian belatedly realized what had happened, glanced at the direction where Zhou Zhenhuan had been, and frowned.

He had just felt like he was being watched, and Po Jun was also somewhat restless.

"Strange, this aura is indeed somewhat familiar, as if I have sensed it somewhere before."

The Furious Sword Immortal stroked the Broken Army Sword, pondering without finding an answer.

He glanced in the direction Wuxin had fled and sneered, "These young people nowadays are all incredibly capable. To have such profound internal strength at such a young age is truly remarkable."

"You're not quite there yet, trying to escape from me."

As the sun sets in the west and darkness descends, countless stars shine brightly upon the world.

Lei Wujie sat on a rock, with the Heart Sword and the Fear-Slaying Sword stuck in the ground beside him.

After obtaining the Heart Sword, the Listening Rain Sword given by the elder sister was entrusted to Yue Ji to be taken back to the Sword Heart Tomb, thus the four elegant swords returned to their original place.

Behind him, the campfire crackled and popped, and Xiao Se held a stick with several pieces of dried meat stuck on it, roasting them over the fire.

Sikong Qianluo's little brocade pouch is never short of food.

Sikong Qianluo, holding two sleeping rabbits, glanced at Lei Wujie with some concern.

Is he alright?

Xiao Se raised his head, glanced at Lei Wujie, and shook his head.

"After all, it's his first time killing someone, he needs time to process it."

Su Changli died, but he didn't die directly from Lei Wujie's sword.

Su Changli is an assassin, an assassin from the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm.

Lei Wujie was originally weaker than him, but when he used the Fire Scorching Technique for half an hour, he managed to exhaust Su Changli's internal energy.

Su Changli felt that he had never seen anything so outrageous in his life.

First, Mu Ying was almost beaten to death by two rabbits, and then she encountered Lei Wujie, who seemed tireless.

He thought that the intelligence about the Dark River must have been seriously flawed.

He naturally knew what the technique of burning with fire was.

However, in Su Changli's mind, the fire-burning technique was a skill that would injure the enemy a thousand times while harming himself eight hundred times.

It can indeed provide powerful bursts of energy in a short period of time, but it will cause great damage to the heart and cannot be sustained, otherwise it will easily cause the heart to rupture and lead to death.

However, this information seems to have lost its authenticity when applied to Lei Wujie.

He had never seen anyone who could remain alive and kicking after being under the Fire Scorching Technique for half an hour, like an unkillable cockroach.

Su Changli felt that this was the most difficult battle he had ever fought in his life.

Even in the realm of carefree immortality, inner strength is not inexhaustible.

So he was defeated, defeated by Lei Wujie's sword.

In his view, as an assassin, failure was equivalent to death, so he slit his own throat in front of Lei Wujie.

Chapter 124 My Jianghu is a time of dashing clothes and spirited horses, drinking and singing.

The two little rabbits transformed into Vajra Rabbits and fought with Mu Ying. Now they have finally recovered some of their energy.

Yawning, she snuggled against Sikong Qianluo, her pretty face flushed.

Xiao Se turned his head away, looking somewhat awkward.

"I... I'll go and try to persuade him."

Sikong Qianlu bit her lip, tugged at the two rabbit ears, and softly hummed in agreement.

Then, with a cold expression, he began to berate the two rabbits.

Qingfeng Mingyue started rubbing her eyes and whimpering again, and Sikong Qianluo's heart softened.

He took out two Ganoderma lucidum buns from his small purse and fed one of them half.

Xiao Se took the roasted jerky, walked over to Lei Wujie, sat down, and handed him the jerky without saying a word.

Lei Wujie glanced at him, silently took the food, and silently ate it.

Then the two of them looked up at the stars in the sky.

The weather is nice today; there's no moon, but the stars are shining brightly.

Am I really that useless?

Lei Wujie's voice was somewhat dejected.

Xiao Se shook his head: "No, I think you're very capable."

A glint seemed to appear in Lei Wujie's eyes as he turned to look at Xiao Se's profile.

The firelight cast flickering shadows on Xiao Se's face.

"Actually, there are some truths that you understand even if I don't say them."

Xiao Se turned around and met Lei Wujie's gaze. This blockhead's eyes were always so clean and bright.

Sometimes, when Xiao Se looked into his innocent eyes, she would feel ashamed of herself.

He was too pure.

Lei Wujie smiled slightly and nodded, a rare occurrence for him.

Yes, I understand.

If I don't kill him, he'll kill us.

At this point, Lei Wujie's smile vanished, and he sighed.

"But the martial arts world in my mind shouldn't be like this."

Xiao Se seemed to understand his feelings and nodded: "I know."

The world of martial arts you yearn for is one of dashing clothes and spirited horses, where one can drink and sing freely.

But the martial arts world in your mind is not the martial arts world we are in now.

The martial arts world, to put it bluntly, is a group of people who mingle together and fight for their own interests.

There are those who are righteous and those who are evil; in the end, no one can tell whether they are righteous or evil.

Everyone seems to have their own reasons for doing wrong, and everyone seems to be able to find a reason to justify their bad deeds.

Look, I killed him. He was a bad guy, otherwise I would be the one who died.

That's probably how most people in the martial arts world are.

Lei Wujie listened quietly, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Maybe you're right, but I still don't think so."

The martial arts world in my heart shouldn't be like this.

If the world of martial arts isn't what I envision, then I'll strive to make it that way.

So, Xiao Se, you'll be with me to change this world, right?

Xiao Se seemed to be stunned by his sudden burst of enthusiasm. After a moment of hesitation, he finally revealed a sincere smile.

He nodded: "That's natural."

However, after saying that, his smile vanished, and he slapped him in an annoyed manner.

"Hey, why did you hit me?"

"Do you know how worried Qianluo and I were because of you?"

Lei Wujie scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly, then turned around and saw Sikong Qianlu telling a story to two little rabbits.

The little rabbits sat in a row, behaving very obediently. Following Sikong Qianluo's gestures, they shook their heads and swayed, but before long they both leaned back and fell into a deep sleep.

Sikong Qianlu rubbed the bellies of the two little rabbits, then sighed and turned around to see Lei Wujie and Xiao Se looking at her with loving expressions.

The atmosphere was very warm and cozy.

Whoosh... slap...

But at that moment, a firework suddenly burst into the sky.