Qi Xianxia smiled knowingly. "I didn't want to say it at first, but I really don't want you to go astray and waste natural resources …"
The white-clothed girl suddenly raised her voice and said in a panic, "Don't say it, don't say it! I'm scared of you! I'll just practice my sword diligently in the future! "
Even Chai Qingshan and Li Yibai were confused. Was she trying to trick them? Just as Shan Yiyi had said, she had done everything Chai Qingshan wanted her to do. No matter what sword she practiced, her aura had increased a little. In fact, she had been improving almost every day.
However, Qi Xianxia, an outsider who had met her for the first time, could see the clues at a glance. Perhaps it was because Chai Qingshan was a Sword Dao Grandmaster, or perhaps it was because this Celestial Master of Mount Longhu was indeed an immortal?
Qi Xianxia asked curiously, "Can I know the reason?"
The white-clothed girl blushed. "Don't ask. I won't say it."
The girl glared at her master and Senior Brother Li who were about to get to the bottom of the matter. She said angrily, "I won't say it even if you beat me to death! In short, I'll practice my sword diligently in the future. "
Qi Xianxia smiled. "I was wrong earlier. You should focus on practicing your sword."
Chai Qingshan thought for a moment and understood. He felt relieved and frightened at the same time.
Li Yibai and Song Tinglu didn't know what was going on, nor did they know why. They were like two outsiders and felt helpless. Song Tinglu, in particular, felt even more wronged.
For some reason, after this junior sister walked the martial world, the taller she became, the more distant her heart became.
This made the youth feel lost.
Was it really like what the peers of the other sects said, that behind every beautiful junior sister stood one or even a few pitiful senior brothers who were full of disappointment?
Qi Xianxia stood up and bowed. "I'll take my leave now. You don't have to send me off."
Chai Qingshan laughed. "You don't have to. Just send me to the sect gate."
Li Yibai smiled. "That's right."
Qi Xianxia was stunned and didn't insist.
The three of them walked side by side, with Shan Yiyi and Song Tinglu following behind them.
Li Yibai, who was already familiar with Qi Xianxia, asked softly, "Are we going back to Mount Longhu next?"
Everyone knew that Mount Longhu was in trouble both internally and externally. First, the imperial court let Mount Qingcheng Taoist Wu Lingsu and Mount Longhu Taoist Mansion jointly rule the world, breaking the situation where only the Taoist Mansion had the surname of the imperial court. Then, the father and son Taoist Master ascended together, and Zhao Xituan died mysteriously. None of the older generation of Taoist Mansion survived, especially after the battle outside the Imperial Astronomer's Gate. The King of Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian, hurt the foundation of Mount Longhu. After that, Mr. White Lotus disappeared, leaving only Zhao Ningshen to return to Mount Longhu alone to preside over the overall situation. However, at the same time, the leader of the Purple Clothed Mountain, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, appeared in the neighboring Mount Hui, and Mount Wudang, which had been fighting for the Taoist ancestral court for hundreds of years, became more and more popular. In the eyes of outsiders, the several respected Taoist priests of Mount Longhu focused on cultivating the mind instead of cultivating the strength. Coupled with their awkward identities, Mount Longhu's reputation had fallen to the bottom. If Qi Xianxia could return to Mount Longhu to help Zhao Ningshen preside over the overall situation, there was some hope for this Taoist holy land to rise again in the imperial court and Jianghu.
However, Qi Xianxia's answer was unexpected. "This humble Daoist will first make a trip to Earth Lung Mountain, then directly to Wudang's Little Lotus Peak. I want to see that little Daoist boy called Yu Fu and find out if he's really that person. This humble Daoist also wants to go to Beiliang to see one of my senior brothers. I want to know why he stayed there. After that, I will return to Mount Longhu to concentrate on cultivation. "
Chai Qingshan grunted in agreement. "That's good too. It just so happens that I also want to make a trip to the Northwest Pass. Sir Qi, when are you leaving? Let me know and we'll go together."
Qi Xianxia smiled. "Alright."
Li Yibai was deeply worried. "Martial Uncle, how can I take on such a great responsibility?"
Chai Qingshan asked back, "Why can't you?"
Qi Xianxia returned to Li Yibai's good friend's previous words. "That's exactly right."
The white-clothed girl suddenly made a solemn vow. "Master, I've thought it through. From today onwards, not only will I focus on practicing the sword, I will also put my heart and soul into forging a sword. I will use this sword wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. I've even thought of a name!"
Song Tinglu was incomparably curious. "What's it called?"
The white-clothed girl rolled her eyes. "I'm not telling you!"
Chai Qingshan smiled and turned to look at his disciple. With a kind expression, he said, "Alright, Master will tell that person the name of the new sword that has yet to be forged."
The girl shyly said, "Master, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
The youth was even more confused. "Master, Junior Sister, what are you talking about? I don't understand even more."
Li Yibai touched his forehead. What a headache.
Qi Xianxia turned to the youth and said meaningfully, "It's rare to be confused. It's a blessing not to understand."
Actually, the white-clothed girl who didn't understand this sentence said in all seriousness, "That's right."
Chai Qingshan and the other two laughed at the same time.
The youth didn't know what they were laughing about, but when he saw the girl's beautiful smile, he also laughed.
— — —
Smoke rose into the air in the desert, and the sun set over the long river.
The scenery outside the pass was lonely and especially magnificent.
In an elegant and quiet courtyard in North Jade City, a young man squatted on the steps and basked in the sun. The warm winter day made people drowsy.
A young woman with her eyes closed the entire time was putting winter pickles in the corner of the wall. They were almost piled up into another small wall. The unique sour smell filled the courtyard.
The young man was probably afraid that he would fall asleep just like that, so he tried to find a topic to talk about, "Cui Hua, what do you think that Wen fellow is doing now? Is he still going to stick to every pretty girl he sees?"
The woman who seemed to be blind raised her arm and wiped her sweat. She smiled and said, "I don't think so. I'm guessing that he's most likely got married, got a wife, found a job, had a child, and lived a comfortable life like this."
She, who had always been known for her reticence, would only speak a little more when she talked about the young wanderer who had met them in Great Peace City and then left Great Peace City.
The young man said worriedly, "It would be best if this is the case, but he was so miserable when he left Jing. Can it really be so smooth? Also, that brat is someone with a lofty heart. Is he used to the hard life of a commoner? "
The woman called Cui Hua shook her head and said, "I believe him."
This time, the young man who was not jealous sighed and said, "I'm really cheap. In the past, when that guy called me Wu Liuyang every day, I was always angry. But after not hearing this bullshit nickname for such a long time, I felt uncomfortable. Thinking about it now, it wasn't much to let that brat rub off your pickled vegetable noodles. I was petty at the time and shouldn't have insulted him so much."
She said, "What's the point of insulting him? Every time we quarrel, aren't you the only one who is angry? "
The young man nodded and said, "That's true."
Then he said angrily, "Hsu Fengnian is good at fighting, Wen Busheng is good at quarreling. No wonder the two can be brothers."
The woman said softly, "They are brothers in hardship."
The young man unconsciously imitated that Wen Busheng's signature action and dug at his pants. "I'm also slightly depressed."
The woman who had her back to him and did not see this scene, but understood, frowned. She complained, "Don't learn the good, learn the bad."
The young man snickered and raised his head to look at the sun. He didn't know where that guy was. Was he also basking in the sun with nothing to do?
He muttered to himself, "Strange, strange. Demon Head Zhu is such a proud freak. Didn't he say that 'no one other than Đồng Thái is a match'? He's actually willing to be that Xu's hatchet man! I heard that Grandpa Jian also told that guy about his life's work. He wanted that Xu guy to help him achieve his wish and practice those two or three sword moves. Our ancestor said that those sword moves are not the sword of the human world. Even if Ancestor Lu was alive, he might not be able to use them. What's even more infuriating is that Aunt Nalan is already so old, yet she still wants to be surnamed Xu every day. I feel ashamed for her. Rouge Reviews, Rouge Reviews, Rouge Reviews, Rouge Reviews, Rouge Reviews, Rouge Reviews, Rouge Reviews, so what? How many years has it been? Even if she looks like a thirty year old woman, so what? Does Aunt Nalan really want to eat young grass? Alas, I'm at my wit's end. Uncle Xie and Baldy Cui aren't any better. Ever since they exchanged pointers with that guy, he's been calling himself the King of Beiliang. My ears are getting calluses … I think if this goes on, these guys will become more Beiliang than the native Beiliang people … "
The door was suddenly pushed open. A beautiful woman who was gnashing her teeth stood there. She put on a fake smile and said, "Oh, Little Wu, you're worrying about the country and the people again. Aunt Nalan is very distressed for you. It's just that we know ourselves. We're already old and faded. Don't you feel 'horrified' just by looking at us?"
The current Sword Crown of the Sword Tomb, Wu Liuding, grimaced. He quickly got up and smiled apologetically, "Aunt Nalan, you're here. Why didn't you knock on the door? Why are you standing at the door? Could it be that the King of Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian is standing there?"
The woman, whose real name was Nalan Yujin, turned her head and looked at the door. She smiled and said, "Prince, please come in. Our Wu Family's Sword Crown has been saying good things about you for a long time. Shouldn't you thank him?"
Wu Liuding rushed into the room and closed the door. "I'm not feeling well. I refuse to see any guests."
Cui Hua shook her head helplessly.
Nalan Yujin smiled knowingly and walked into the courtyard alone.
She closed her eyes and sniffed hard. She clicked her tongue and said, "Yes, yes, this is the smell. Aunt has waited bitterly for a year."
Cui Hua stopped what she was doing and turned around to look at the woman who had suffered in the Wu Family's Sword Tomb with a 'smile'. She said softly, "Aunt, what's the matter?"
Nalan Yujin smiled and said, "Even if it's a big matter, it's better to talk about it with your pickled vegetable noodles."
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