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

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He chuckled and said, "So now you think that wearing this thing will make you somewhat dependent on it?"

Tang Lian seemed to have her secret exposed, and looked somewhat embarrassed, but still nodded.

"Indeed, because the power of this sword is simply too great. Any enemy I cannot defeat, I only need to unleash this sword to wipe them all out."

"That's not good?"

"It's not that it's bad, I just feel, well, I can't quite put my finger on it."

"You think everything you've learned has been a waste? No matter how strong someone is, you can just kill them with a single sword strike. Why bother practicing so hard? Is that it?"

Zhou really understood this feeling. It was like playing a game, specifically a Souls-like game, where one day you suddenly found yourself cheating and could one-shot any boss, no matter how difficult it was.

There's no need to jump around, kowtow, or drink medicine.

It was certainly enjoyable at the time, but after easily overcoming all the challenges, it became rather dull.

Tang Lian nodded, acknowledging Zhou Zhenhuan's statement.

He had used this peach wood sword twice before. The first time, he broke through the Peerless Sword Box with a single strike. This time, however, he was facing the blind swordsman.

I have to admit, that man's swordsmanship was truly bizarre.

If it weren't for the peach wood sword, they might have all perished at the hands of their enemies.

Zhou Zhen knew that the child was stuck in a rut, so he threw the peach wood sword back. Tang Lian hurriedly caught it, looking somewhat bewildered.

"Then let me ask you, have you ever thought about using this sword to defeat your opponent?"

Tang Lian frowned and remained silent.

"No, right? I only think of it when my life is in danger."

How can this be called dependence?

With so many hidden weapons on you and having learned kung fu, isn't that also a form of dependence?

If what you said is true, then nobody needs to learn any special skills or powerful weapons. Are we just supposed to stick our necks out and wait for someone to kill us?

This is something I'm giving you so you can keep it for yourself.

It should not be used lightly unless it is a matter of life and death. You have always done so, haven't you?

What disciple doesn't have something to protect himself when he goes out?

Living is the most important thing, Xiaolian, you're overthinking it.

Keep it; it could save your life.

You don't have to use your trump cards, but you need to have them.

Zhou Huanzhen rolled off the roof, while Tang Lian stroked the peach wood sword, her heart filled with turmoil.

It seems that what the senior said makes sense.

But this trump card seems a bit too outrageous.

Once someone uses their trump card, it's gone.

This trump card of mine can still be used even if I've already played it.

Tang Lian could naturally feel Zhou Zhenhuan's deep affection and care.

"Tang Lian, Tang Lian, what are you thinking?"

Such a good thing is something you can't even dream of getting anywhere else in the world.

Tang Lian tapped her head in regret, then picked up the wine jug and downed the rest in one go.

Maybe this is what they call being pretentious.

Chapter 169 A Disheveled Spring Breeze

The pretentious Tang Xiaolian slept soundly in the second half of the night, as if she had solved a major problem.

He carefully put the peach wood sword away from his body, thought for a moment, then placed the handkerchief given to him by Tiannu Rui near his heart, and moved the peach wood sword to the side.

Zhou Zhen glanced at it and pursed his lips: "Looks like even a blockhead has finally figured it out."

Tang Lian was stunned for a moment, and now she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

The town's wharf is much larger than that of the fishing village.

Sikong Qianluo took out her monkey mask and put it on Zhou Zhenhuan, then excitedly recounted everything that had happened to her.

Especially that guy wearing a mask, his kung fu is quite strange.

Zhou Zhenhuan took off the mask, looked at it, and put it on Sikong Qianluo's head with a look of disgust.

"In that case, it's no wonder you fell for their trick."

In this world, there are very few methods that can directly attack the primordial spirit; you rarely encounter them.

"Why is Lei Wujie alright? Doesn't he have a primordial spirit?"

"He's probably just full of water in his head."

A rant from my own master.

The Confucian Sword Immortal chuckled from the side, "The primordial spirit is just a common term. To cultivate a primordial spirit, one must at least reach the realm of divine travel."

However, because we martial artists have abundant qi and blood, our souls are also nourished and strengthened.

Ordinary people's souls are relatively fragile, but because young friend Lei Wujie practiced the Fire Burning Technique, his physique is much stronger than that of people at the same level.

Therefore, his soul is stable, which may be why it has no effect on him.

Sikong Qianluo was somewhat surprised: "So that's how it is."

Just then, a commotion arose from the direction of the dock.

A large group of people were gathered together, seemingly doing nothing.

Sikong Qianluo was the type to love joining in the fun, so upon seeing this, she quickly ran over and then quickly ran back.

"Master, it's that big ship that's recruiting snake catchers."

Zhou Zhen nodded knowingly, but looked at the Confucian Sword Immortal and smiled, "It's alright, we don't need to join in the fun. After all, with this carefree immortal from Qingcheng Mountain here, we can benefit from it."

The Confucian Sword Immortal seemed to find it interesting as well, and nodded: "Indeed, I have already made the necessary arrangements. Let's go."

Zhou Zhenhuan naturally knew that this was the boat of the Mu family in Qingzhou, and that the third young master of the Mu family, Mu Chunfeng, recruited snake catchers in order to catch three kinds of snakes: Golden Thread, Silver Cloth, and Iron Glazed Snake, in order to treat his elder brother's infertility.

Speaking of which, this Third Young Master Mu is quite an interesting person.

When Mu Chunfeng received the steward's report that the world-renowned Immortal Xiaoyao was going to take a boat, he was naturally extremely excited.

"Where is he? Take me there quickly."

"How dare you be so rude, given the presence of the Immortal Master Xiaoyao!"

Although Zhou Zhen was a corporate slave in his previous life, he had also ridden on large ships, if ferries count.

I found riding on this big ship quite interesting.

A short while later, a series of chaotic footsteps could be heard outside.

Before the people arrive, the sound arrives first.

"This junior from Qingzhou, Mu family, is unaware of the arrival of the Immortal Xiaoyao. I am deeply sorry for not welcoming you properly. My apologies."

Upon entering the cabin, Mu Chunfeng was taken aback, seemingly not expecting so many people to be there.

Zhou Huanzhen was about to get up when he saw Xie Xuan had already stood up and said with a smile, "So it's Young Master Mu. I'm sorry to have bothered you while I was traveling here."

Mu Chunfeng paused for a moment, then looked at Ru Jianxian with some suspicion, though he was hesitant to confirm.

However, at this point, it's not really a good time to say anything, since probably no one in the world would dare to impersonate that person.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, his gaze swept over the others before finally settling on Zhou Zhenhuan.

"Who is this?"

Zhou Huanzhen smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "This humble one thanks you, Xuan."

"Xie...Xie Xuan? The Confucian Sword Immortal?"

Zhou Huanzhen formed a sword shape with his fingers and casually pointed, unleashing a burst of sword energy.

"Some people do call me that, but it's just an empty title. It's not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning at all."

Xie Xuan's eye twitched. Why is my reputation so insignificant?

Mu Chunfeng felt her mind was in a mess.

What wind blew today?

Are the carefree immortal and the Confucian sword immortal arriving together?

"Who are these?"

Sikong Qianluo stepped forward: "Zhou Xiaozhen."

Lei Wujie stepped forward: "Xiao Wuxin."

Xiao Se's lips twitched slightly, and he cupped his hands in a gesture of helplessness: "I am Xiao Wuqing."

Tang Lian paused for a moment before speaking: "I am Chun Shisan Shao."

Ye Ruoyi couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh a few times before clearing her throat: "Ahem, I, Ye... Ye Xiaohua, greet Young Master Mu."

Mu Chunfeng's eyes twitched. "Girl, are you really that unfamiliar with your own name?"

Or do I just look silly?

Mu Chunfeng felt that she had definitely encountered a group of scammers.

But then he felt that the sword aura of the person who had just claimed to be a Confucian sword immortal was undeniable; he was indeed a master.

Why did these people hide their names and board my ship?

Could they be enemies?

But looking at these little ones, with their silly expressions, they don't seem quite right.

Furthermore, there's no need for enemies to engage in such activities.

Mu Chunfeng's mind raced, but her face remained impassive as she continued to warmly welcome everyone before making an excuse to take her leave.

"Where did you find these people?"

"What's wrong, young master? Is there a problem?"

"Nine times out of ten, it's a scam."

"What? How dare they try to cheat us? Don't worry, young master, I'll kick them off the ship right now."

"Don't worry, this group of people are all quite capable, they might come in handy."

Since we know they are scammers, we only need to take precautions beforehand.

Given Zhou Huanzhen and Xie Xuan's strength, such a conversation naturally wouldn't escape their ears.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then shook their heads at the same time.

Xie Xuan said, "It seems that my demeanor is indeed inferior to that of you, Daoist."

"I think I did a pretty good job of pretending to be a scholar."

Meanwhile, in a small seaside town, a rider arrived.

It was none other than the Golden-Clad Orchid Moon Marquis who had traveled a great distance to follow the clues.

This person has recently suffered a lot, looking travel-worn and exhausted.

After receiving the king's order, he first traveled south to Lei Family Fort, only to learn that the group had already left.

They chased after Dong Sang all the way to Dong Sang.

Despite his considerable strength, he felt as if his entire body was falling apart.

"Shopkeeper, have you seen this person before?"

Lan Yuehou found an inn to rest for a while. Since Xiao Chuhe and the others were going to go out to sea, they would definitely have to pass through this dock.

Perhaps he was fast and got ahead of the pack.