The horsetail whisk woman turned around and left. Wu Lingsu and her had been husband and wife in name only for more than ten years. Wu Lingsu rarely saw her ferocious and gloomy face. Occasionally, he would glance at her robust back that was not inferior to his own. Most of his achievements today were attributed to her. Wu Lingsu had never been able to guess her thoughts. He only knew that she was a woman who was reincarnated halfway into the world. She usually used a white horsetail whisk as a sword. She had saved him several times when he was in danger. The Divine Sword Formation was created by her. There was once a full moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival when he saw her practicing swordsmanship on the iron chain bridge between the two peaks of Lord Qingyang. Her ancient sword was so frightening that even the strong wind at the peak of the mountain was split apart by her sword. Wu Lingsu was considered an experienced and knowledgeable Daoist, but he had never seen a woman with such a vigorous sword will. He had heard of one who was rumored to be the King of Beiliang's concubine who died of an illness. She was the woman with the surname Wu who was inextricably linked to the Wu family's sword tomb.
Wu Lingsu felt that it was really good to have the same surname as her. Although Wu Lingsu had been beaten and scolded by the horsetail whisk woman for more than ten years, he was not afraid of her at all, let alone respect her. They were grasshoppers on the same string. Unfortunately, Wu Lingsu still could not figure out what she wanted. However, he was certain that without him, she would not be able to achieve her goal. Wu Lingsu had racked his brains to find clues in the early years, but later gave up. He was already half a hundred years old. If he did not find a new way to prove the Heavenly Dao through alchemy and cauldron dual cultivation, how could he humiliate the Celestial Capital's Mount Longhu? Anyway, she was beneficial to him. Wu Lingsu was not an idiot who worried for nothing. On the contrary, if he was not so smart, how could he be valued by Celestial Master Longhu? In his life, Wu Lingsu only feared one woman, Empress Zhao Zhi in the palace. He only respected one woman, the King of Beiliang's concubine who shared the same surname.
It was rumored that she did not hesitate to break with the Wu family's sword tomb for Xu Xiao, who was still a lieutenant in Jinzhou, and rode a white horse to Liaodong. For General Xu Xiao, Bai Yi beat the war drums. Beiliang on the Green Ox Path, she was even more at ease to take care of her husband and children. She walked further and further away from the supreme sword path that was originally hers.
Wu Lingsu finally snapped out of her daze. She spat out a mouthful of saliva and said hatefully, "The Capital sent me to keep an eye on the Butcher. What could I have seen? My hands and feet were tied up by Zhao Yutai. I couldn't even leave the mountain. We're both Kings with different surnames, but compared to Xu Xiao, I'm nothing! Zhao Yutai, if you force me into a corner one day, I'll go to the palace and report you! "
After saying this out of anger, the King of Qingcheng shuddered and laughed to himself. "Just kidding. A day as husband and wife means endless devotion for the rest of your life. As the King of Qingcheng, I'll practice Dual Cultivation every day and sing every night. I don't care about the foul affairs of the secular world. Zhao Yutai, if you want to torment me, do as you please. Anyway, just guarantee me and my father a hundred years of prosperity."
Zhao Yutai, who was tall and didn't look like a woman, walked down the bell tower with a white ponytail horsetail whisk in her hand. She passed through the door and the hall. Along the way, the female Taoists and Taoist priests who met her all kept quiet out of fear. They all bowed their heads and didn't dare to speak. She acted as if there was no one around. She went out of the Qingyang Palace and came to a sword pavilion. This was the residence of the real King of Qingcheng Mountain. However, she didn't enter the pavilion. Instead, she walked to the cenotaph behind the pavilion. The pavilion and the cenotaph were forbidden areas of the Qingyang Palace. Not to mention trespassing, even a little closer would be swept away by her horsetail whisk. Zhao Yutai stopped for a long time and turned to enter the pavilion. She put down the horsetail whisk, ground the ink, and wrote with a brush, "After this incident, the doubts of the people in the capital about Wu Lingsu can be dispelled. The King of Qingcheng has long been a dead mountain. No one knows that he has six thousand armors stationed there."
Zhao Yutai put down the brush and sighed softly. "It's a pity that the Shenxiao Sword Formation hasn't been broken. Otherwise, it would be even more foolproof."
On the side of the Three Pristines Palace, Hsu Fengnian saw the sword formation withdraw and took the lead to cross the threshold into the main hall. He turned to look at Wu Shizhen, who was sweating profusely, and said with a smile, "Where's the Art of Immortality? My one hundred light cavalry are waiting outside. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, how much is 18 lives plus 36 lives? "
Wu Shizhen, who couldn't be at ease anymore, laughed dryly and said, "I'll go and ask my father to come out and welcome the guests."
Hsu Fengnian said contemptuously, "The King of Qingcheng is so arrogant!"
The corpses in the square were all dragged away. The Taoist children held back their disgust and cowardice as they carried buckets and brooms to clean the ground. Jiang Ni and the rest walked around the shocking pool of blood. Yu Youwei covered Que 'er's eyes. Little Hawthorn was held by Wei Shuyang and didn't have much fear. Inside the hall, just as Hsu Fengnian finished speaking, Little Hawthorn, who had just crossed the threshold of the main hall, whispered, "Look, the immortal has come out."
The King of Qingcheng, Wu Lingsu, was indeed very much in line with the common people's imaginations of Taoist immortals. He was clearly over 50 years old, but he looked like a man who had just reached 30 years old. He wore a purple Taoist robe bestowed by the Emperor and looked very elegant. If there were scholars traveling around Qingcheng who met Wu Lingsu in the forest, they would most likely think that he was an immortal who had descended to the mortal world and kowtow to him. They would be even more surprised by the mysteriousness of the King of Qingcheng. In Little Hawthorn's eyes, any Taoist priest or Taoist nun in the Qingyang Palace was undoubtedly a great immortal!
The King of Qingcheng dismissed everyone. Other than Hsu Fengnian and his group, only Wu Lingsu and Wu Shizhen were left in the main hall. It was enough to show his sincerity.
Wu Lingsu bowed slightly and said, "I've seen His Royal Highness. Please forgive me for not going out to meet you."
Wu Shizhen was stunned.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "Did you recognize me, King of Qingcheng?"
Wu Lingsu smiled and said, "His Royal Highness is full of vigor and vigor. I could tell at a glance."
Hsu Fengnian took advantage of the situation and said tentatively, "Just now there was a quarrel outside the hall. Please don't take it to heart, King of Qingcheng."
Wu Lingsu was full of energy and said, "It's a misunderstanding."
Hsu Fengnian was surprised, but his expression didn't change. He said, "Won't I disturb your cultivation if I stay overnight?"
Wu Lingsu shook his head and said with a smile, "Of course not. Your presence brings light to my humble abode."
Hsu Fengnian looked around the main hall and laughed, "What a magnificent humble abode."
Wu Lingsu laughed and turned to say, "Wu Shizhen, greet His Royal Highness!"
Wu Shizhen bowed deeply and said, "Greetings to His Royal Highness."
Hsu Fengnian said sarcastically, "I can't afford it. You used the Jade Cloud Sword Formation when you bowed at the Crane Pavilion. Now you're doing this again. Are you planning to use the Divine Cloud Sword Formation secretly tonight?"
Wu Shizhen just bowed and didn't stand up. His expression couldn't be seen clearly.
Wu Lingsu, the King of Qingcheng, quickly came to his son's rescue and said, "Your Highness, you're exaggerating. I'll take you to your residence now."
The back hall of the Qingyang Palace was an exquisite building in the style of a courtyard in Jiangnan. It was richly ornamented and magnificent. There were countless jade carvings of auspicious beasts and birds. They were so lifelike that Little Hawthorn was stunned. It was an eye-opener. Wu Lingsu led Hsu Fengnian to a Ganoderma Garden. There were four corridors on the east and west sides of the garden. There was a patio in the garden. Beside the patio, there was a thousand-year-old cassia tree. Wu Lingsu saw His Royal Highness's satisfied face and said, "I'll ask someone to prepare some vegetarian food."
Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "Don't bother me after you've delivered the vegetarian meal. As long as you deliver a few decent secret manuals before you go down the mountain tomorrow, I won't hold a grudge against the Qingyang Palace."
Jiang Ni looked at the King of Qingcheng who was still smiling and left. He was puzzled and said, "Can't this Qingcheng Mountain immortal attract thunder? Why didn't he strike Hsu Fengnian to death? "
The old God of Swords smiled and said, "Forget about the King of Qingcheng, Wu Lingsu. Qi Xuanzhen is more like it. This Old Man has some friendship with him. It's a pity that this Daoist has already ascended to immortality. Otherwise, This Old Man would be able to exchange a few blows with him at Mount Longhu. You'll be able to see the scene of thunder rolling and purple clouds coming from the east. "
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