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They could already see the Xiaoyao Temple by the Green Dragon Stream. The big boat and the bamboo raft slowly docked together. Before getting off the raft, Huang Man'er bent down and turned to look at Hsu Fengnian, indicating that he wanted to carry his brother. Hsu Fengnian smiled and shook his head. The old Taoist Zhao Xituan felt a little sad. The Zhong Ding family was cold-blooded. There were several brothers who loved each other so much. Thinking about it carefully, the Xu family had few male descendants. The second son, Xu Longxiang, was born mentally retarded. Of course, the two princesses were destined to be married off. In this way, the Beiliang Palace would not leave any room for outsiders to interfere in the succession. Anyway, the eldest son, Hsu Fengnian, would be the heir. No matter how idle His Royal Highness was, there was no suspense. On the other hand, the Zhao family is the first Taoist master's residence in the South Kingdom. Although there is an ancestral rule that "Only Zhao can be a Taoist master", Qi Xuanzhen suppressed the Taoist master's residence fifty years ago. Now, in the "Jing" generation, there is Mr. White Lotus in immortality and Qi Xianxia in martial arts. They are all outsiders. No matter if it is Fated Chances or Taoist spells, the Zhao family can't compete with them at all. During these years, they have been scheming against each other. If the Taoist master's residence didn't worry about the strength of the main branch, Zhao Danping wouldn't have become the ridiculous prime minister. Zhao Xituan sighed worriedly. A group of people walked along the bluestone path to the Xiaoyao Temple. In the past, the old Taoist Master lived alone in the Taoist temple, so there was no such path. After Xu Longxiang went up the mountain, the old and the young had nothing to do, so they paved the path. Zhao Xituan hesitated for a moment and approached the old man wearing a sheepskin fur coat. He smiled and said in a low voice, "Old Li, how have you been?"
The old God of Swords snorted. Li Chungang had visited Longhu twice in his life, and both times, he met Zhao Xituan, who was about the same age as him. As a result, he was pestered by Zhao Xituan. The first time, it was Zhao Xituan who led him to the Devil Slaying Platform. Li Chungang did not have a bad impression of this guy, who was highly regarded by both the old Taoist master and Qi Xuanzhen. Everyone in the Taoist master's residence was as old-fashioned as clay statues, with neither immortal nor human aura. Li Chungang had already scolded them for being neither human nor ghost. He remembered that the first time he went down the mountain, this Taoist master's residence finally had an unrestrained young Taoist, who insisted on following him to Jianghu for several months.
Zhao Xituan Taoist Master said shamelessly, "Old Li, my Kung Fu is far worse than yours..."
Li Chungang thought of Jiang Ni and his own difficulties in accepting a disciple. His Achilles' heel was poked and he was furious. He pointed at Hsu Fengnian and glared at Zhao Xituan. "Look, my new disciple. Even if Xu Longxiang becomes invincible in the future, do you think he can beat This Old Man's disciple?"
Old Taoist Zhao was angry at first. Back then, when the Taoist nuns on the mountain heard that Li Chungang had come to the mountain, they all rushed to the Devil Slaying Platform like crazy, screaming as if they had seen an immortal descending to the mortal world. Zhao Xituan thought that when he was young, he was also very handsome. Although Li Chungang's kung fu was a little higher than his, he was a little more handsome, and he was a little more famous, this group of women who were supposed to be pure and devoted to the Yellow Court would not be so crazy. However, at that time, Li Chungang held his sword and came with an unparalleled momentum. Zhao Xituan was not convinced. Until today, it was not that Old Taoist Zhao thought that he could beat Old Li in a fight, but when it came to competing with disciples, Zhao Xituan was confident that no one dared to jump out and compete with him. But no matter how much he thought about it, he did not expect Elder Li to bring up His Highness the Crown Prince. The old Taoist was immediately discouraged. There was no way to compare. Even if Xu Longxiang was really ruthless and dared to drag Wang Xianzhi down, how could he be unreasonable to His Highness the Crown Prince?
Li Chungang was in a good mood when he saw that Zhao Xituan was defeated. He patted Zhao Xituan's shoulder and comforted him, "Maybe Xu Longxiang is the reincarnation of Zhenwu Great Emperor. Such a good thing hasn't happened for at least seven or eight hundred years. You're lucky to have picked up such a good deal."
Old Sword God changed the topic and said with a smile, "Now that you have a beautiful wife, you should be happy in your bed. If you dare to show off in front of This Old Man, hmm?"
Zhao Xituan, who had once roamed the Jianghu with the God of Swords Li Chungang in the same era, immediately saw the wind and said flatteringly, "Brother Li, you're treating me like an outsider. We've been friends for decades."
Li Chungang said bluntly, "Don't try to worm your way into being friends with This Old Man. We don't have any friendship."
Zhao Xituan sighed with a melancholy expression. He was too embarrassed to stick his warm face to Old Li's cold butt. He turned to look at the troops brought by His Royal Highness. Other than Old Li and a hundred light cavalry, as well as a few personal retainers who could be considered top-notch in martial arts, there was no other force to be used. Looking at the signs, they did not intend to stir up trouble in Mount Longhu. This was a good thing. Otherwise, he would be stuck in the middle of both sides and would be in a dilemma. While Zhao Xituan was muttering to himself, he caught a glimpse of the three women in curtained hats. Then he saw the maid in green and the beauty holding the cat behind His Highness the Crown Prince. They all had the style of immortal women. The old Taoist pondered over His Highness the Crown Prince's good fortune. In the southeast, only Old Man Xuanyuan, who enjoyed the good fortune of the land alone, and Prince Guangling, Zhao Yi, who collected beauties from all over the world, could compare. Hsu Fengnian walked to the door of the Taoist temple and stopped. Zhao Xituan's expression was ugly. He admitted that he was in the wrong. It was not easy to trick Xu Longxiang from Beiliang to Mount Longhu, but in the end, he was cultivating in this dilapidated Taoist temple. He was really embarrassed. Just as he was thinking about how to explain to His Royal Highness, Hsu Fengnian, who had never treated the old Taoist master as an expert, slowly turned around and faced Zhao Xituan, bowing deeply.
Zhao Xituan was flustered. He was pleasantly surprised, but also fearful and restrained. He hurriedly helped him up and said, "I don't deserve such courtesy from Your Highness. It's too much."
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