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

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Zhou Zhen wiped his hands on his clothes, grabbed a pancake, and took a bite.

“Monks are naturally human, but in their hearts all are Buddha, they do not distinguish between men and women, nor between beauty and ugliness, and treat everyone equally.”

Xie Xuan nodded, took off his shoes, and plopped down next to Zhou Zhenhuan.

"Hiss, this water is really a bit cold."

The two fell silent, watching the waves stretch out in fine ripples, shimmering in the sunlight.

A deep horn sound came from afar, and a large ship, cutting through the waves, sailed toward the dock at an extremely fast speed.

The huge sail is painted with a phoenix rising from the ashes, its wings spread as if ready to take flight.

Xie Xuan shielded his eyes from the glaring sunlight with his hand, looked at the large ship, and nodded: "Only a ship like this can reach more distant seas, right? Is this the ship that you've been waiting for, Master?"

Zhou Zhen finished the pancake, then took out a packet of dried fish from his sleeve and handed it to Xie Xuan, who was slightly taken aback.

"I bought them from a street vendor. They have a unique flavor, so I bought a lot of them."

Xie Xuan was both amused and exasperated, finding it hard to imagine a highly accomplished Taoist master haggling with roadside stalls while walking through the streets and alleys.

But all of this seems quite reasonable when applied to this person.

"Hmm, it tastes really good."

Zhou Zhenhuan grinned, as if he had received approval, and his smile was very innocent.

Lei Wujie and Tang Lian have woken up. Xiao Se is still unconscious, but his life is not in danger for the time being; he has only suffered some pain.

Ye Ruoyi and Sikong Qianluo were making pancakes.

This sight nearly made Lei Wujie's jaw drop.

From any perspective, neither of them—one being the young lady of Snow Moon City and the other the daughter of General Ye Xiaoying—seems like people who would know how to cook.

"You say Master saved us? Where is Master?"

Lei Wujie held two rabbits, his gaze falling on Ye Ruoyi, watching her slender hands deftly roll out a pancake into a thin and round shape.

"Senior Zhou went to the beach, probably to go fishing."

Senior Confucian Sword Immortal just went to deliver food to Senior Zhou.

Why are you staring at me like that?

Lei Wujie chuckled twice, and even Qingfeng and Mingyue couldn't stand it anymore, giving him a disgusted look.

"You, you're beautiful."

Such a straightforward expression made Ye Ruoyi blush deeply. Although there were some things that everyone understood without saying a word, she still wasn't used to Lei Wujie's directness.

Tang Lian sat on the threshold. After hearing this, she glanced back at Lei Wujie, then sighed and turned away.

Perhaps a clever person like Miss Ye is a good match for a simpleton like Lei Wujie; it would be a perfect complement.

Or perhaps, this straightforward expression is the most touching, because it is Lei Wujie's sincere expression.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, on which were embroidered two names.

I wonder how Rui has been doing lately.

He held the handkerchief, but in his heart he thought that when Xiao Se returned to Tianqi City and no longer needed the support of the Four Guardians, he would go to find Rui.

In Sangu City, or in Tangmen, or at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, it would be best to find a place, clear a few fields, and have a few more children.

After imagining it for a while, Tang Lian's smile grew even wider.

But in the end, he sighed.

He knew that this kind of life was probably impossible for him.

After all, he was the disciple of the Great Lord of Snow Moon City, and also the disciple of Tang Lianyue, the current patriarch of the Tang Clan.

So no matter what, he always had to shoulder some responsibilities.

Sikong Qianluo placed a pancake on the scorching hot stone slab and flipped it over from time to time.

Several black ash marks had appeared on his face without him noticing.

Her time traveling the martial arts world has matured her considerably.

People from all walks of life, enduring wind and rain, have at least learned how to keep themselves from going hungry.

Of course, under normal circumstances, her purse was always full of food.

But it's a little different from doing it yourself.

"...What smells so good?"

A low murmur instantly drew the attention of several people.

Sikong Qianluo's eyes lit up. She turned around and saw Xiao Se touching his chest and slowly opening his eyes on the simple bed made of a few broken wooden planks.

My stomach was rumbling loudly; I was really hungry.

"Xiao Se, you're awake!"

Sikong Qianlu rushed forward, but then subconsciously stopped in her tracks.

Xiao Se's facial features softened slightly as he looked around and asked, "Where are we?"

Chapter 165 I Know Where Luo Qingyang Is

The group of people then added to each other's accounts of what happened, which turned out to be a rather simple matter.

Xiao Se then realized that he had been spared because the Confucian Sword Immortal and his master had come.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I really would have died here.

Xiao Se sighed with emotion: "I never expected to find such a master in a place like this."

But who exactly are the people who want to kill us?

The group looked at each other, having pondered the answer to this question for a long time.

There are some very reasonable answers, but they can't confirm them.

Xiao Se was helped to the fire by Sikong Qianluo. Xiao Se's face was slightly pale, and his lips were completely bloodless, which was really worrying.

Sikong Qianluo took out a packet of dried meat from her purse, heated it on a stone slab, and served it with flatbread, which had a unique flavor.

Ye Ruoyi washed her hands, rolled up a pancake, and handed it to Lei Wujie. Under the strange gazes of Tang Lian, Sikong Qianluo, and Xiao Se, she pretended not to see anything and took a bite by herself.

Then he spoke up: "Perhaps it was the work of those people from Tianqi. I can't imagine anyone else who would come all the way to Dongsang to take our lives.

Ye Ruoyi's words made Lei Wujie stop eating the pancake.

He glanced at Xiao Se with some concern, but Xiao Se nodded expressionlessly.

"You're right. In that case, it's me again who's dragging everyone down."

"Xiao Se, what do you mean by that? If we were afraid you would be a burden, we wouldn't have accompanied you on this journey."

If we look at it from another angle, they are actually afraid of you, which means we did nothing wrong.

Sikong Qianlu kicked Xiao Se's foot, somewhat displeased.

Tang Lian sighed inwardly, touched the handkerchief in her arms, and thought that it would be good to go back early.

"What the young lady says is right. We've been through thick and thin together, and we're practically brothers in arms. Let's not talk about these things anymore."

Xiao Se felt a warmth in his heart and nodded gently.

But what he was really thinking, only he himself probably knows.

The atmosphere seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant. No one spoke for a moment. Only Qingfeng Mingyue mumbled, looking at this and that, before finally jumping into Sikong Qianluo's arms and reaching for the food in her hands with her two little paws.

Sikong Qianluo sighed softly. Brothers killing each other is something that would be hard for anyone to accept.

Xiao Se must have been suffering inside too.

Purple Bamboo Forest in the Southern Border, Free City.

Outside the South Heavenly Gate, the stars shine brightly.

Luo Qingyang sat cross-legged outside the door. The iron chains on his shoulders moved with his true energy, as if they had been connected to his meridians, and had become a part of his body.

He was certainly capable of removing the chain.

But he didn't do that.

Because of these things, he would be constantly reminded of the humiliation he had suffered.

This serves as a warning to him that he will never repeat the same mistake.

Suddenly, the illusory gate frame of the South Heavenly Gate seemed to be ignited by starlight, with silver runes lighting up one by one. Then, the entire illusory gate seemed to be forcibly pulled from another world into reality.

A mysterious power spread out, scattering the dust on the ground.

Luo Qingyang slightly opened his eyes, his expression solemn.

A figure slowly emerged from the South Heavenly Gate, initially appearing extremely far away, but in an instant arriving right in front of them.

It seemed as if an invisible barrier had been breached, and a person walked out of the door.

The man stretched and muttered a few words, as if complaining that it had taken a lot of effort to pass through the portal.

The person only stretched halfway before stopping.

He also saw Luo Qingyang.

"Oh? Gatekeepers of the human world? So many years have passed, I didn't expect you were still alive."

Luo Qingyang frowned slightly. A gatekeeper?

Is this what these guys in the sky call the Guardian Family?

However you look at it, this title seems to carry a derogatory connotation.

"Who are you?"

Luo Qingyang's true energy had already begun to surge.

The newcomer scoffed at Luo Qingyang's wariness, his face full of arrogance.

"Listen up, young master. I am Liao Xinqing, a disciple of the Fairy Fuling from the Guanshi Zizai Palace."

The reason I came down here is not to get entangled with you gatekeepers of the mortal realm, but to find a person named Luo Qingyang.

It's not easy for you humans to raise a watchdog.

"If you know what's good for you, get out of the way, or I'll make you disappear with one hand."

Upon hearing this, Luo Qingyang fell silent.

In an instant, a lot of thoughts flashed through his mind.

For some reason, they didn't seem surprised that the guys coming down from above knew their names.

It was even expected.

If I'm not mistaken, this matter is definitely related to that damned Zhou Zhen.

Therefore, Luo Qingyang became increasingly curious about what heinous things Zhou Zhen had done this week under his name.

Being treated like a watchdog, Luo Qingyang was naturally unhappy.

But he's no longer a child. Having experienced so much, his mindset naturally can't be like that of a child anymore.

He suppressed the urge to attack and looked at the so-called disciple of Guanshi Zizai Palace with great interest.

Dao Jianxian had previously explained the division of power in the heavens to him, so he was not unfamiliar with Guanshi Zizai Palace.

Moreover, it is said that this force is located in the area where he is now.

"Luo Qingyang? What do you want with him?"

Liao Xinqing looked around at the scenery with great interest, but after a while, she was somewhat disappointed.

He did not answer Luo Qingyang's question, but instead said with a hint of emotion, "There should have been a Zizai Palace here back then."

Oh, that must have been a very, very long time ago.

Even if I explain it to you, you wouldn't understand.

As for why I'm looking for Luo Qingyang, I don't know. I only know that the higher-ups have issued a kill order.