Qingcheng Mountain.

Qiankun Hall.

The middle-aged Taoist priest in purple robes sat there with his eyes closed and silent, as if he was traveling thousands of miles away. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there seemed to be purple light flowing in his eyes. The statue of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty behind him suddenly trembled and shook.

It staggered and seemed about to fall. The middle-aged Taoist priest stood up and counted with his fingers. His brows furrowed more and more as he counted. Finally, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the statue of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty with a stern look in his eyes.

The statue of the Patriarch stopped shaking instantly, and the Patriarchs still looked solemn, calm and serious.

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Qingxiao!" I saw a long sword flying over from a distance. The middle-aged Taoist priest grabbed it and pulled out the sword. There was a ray of light flying around the sword, and there was a faint talisman on it.

flash.

The Taoist Sword of Supreme Principle, ranked sixth among the world's most famous swords, the Qingxiao Sword, the treasure of Qingcheng Mountain, is also the sword of the previous masters of Qingcheng Mountain. So standing in the Qiankun Hall at this moment is the Qingcheng Mountain's most famous sword since its establishment.

The young headmaster is also a legendary figure who is almost a god—Taoist Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen.

Among the five great sword immortals, the sword of Xueyue Sword Immortal is the most beautiful, the sword of Confucian Sword Immortal is the most elegant, the sword of Wrath Sword Immortal is the most domineering, the sword of Gu Jianxian is the most unique, and the sword of Dao Sword Immortal is called the most worthy.

The word "immortal" means "Sword Immortal". He is not immersed in the mortal world or stained by mortal blood. Zhao Yuzhen has not gone down the mountain for more than 30 years. He is dedicated to seeking the truth. If he really flies up on a crane one day, it will not be surprising.

At this moment, Zhao Yuzhen gently wiped Qingxiao, and the talisman on the Qingxiao sword flashed, seeming to respond. Finally, he sighed softly, put the sword back into its sheath, and placed the sword respectfully on the three sides.

In front of the statue of Patriarch Qing Dynasty, Zhao Yuzhen lowered his head and whispered to the statue of Patriarch Qing: "Disciple Zhao Yuzhen is unfilial and is going down the mountain today."

The statue of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty suddenly trembled violently again, this time more violently than before, and almost the entire Qiankun Hall trembled. Zhao Yuzhen ignored it, just looked up at the swaying roof of the hall, and smiled: "This Qiankun Hall

The temple was knocked down twice, and it's really not strong anymore." He turned around, walked slowly to the door, and gently pushed it open.

Four old men with white beards and hair, dressed in fairy-like manners stood there, looking at Zhao Yuzhen.

"Uncle Yin, everyone says that I am number one in the world in my studies, but I think my uncle is number one. Why do you guys block my way every time I think about going down the mountain?" Zhao Yuzhen tied his hands behind his back and looked at the leader with a smile.

old man.

The most senior old man in Qingcheng Mountain, Yin Changsong, who even called Lu Suzhen, the previous head coach, looked at the young head coach in front of him and pointed to the sky helplessly: "Why should I count whether you want to go down the mountain or not?"

I saw many unknown birds hovering in the sky, neighing around the Qiankun Hall.

"Uncle, I want to go down the mountain to take a look. It's a bit boring to stay on the mountain." Zhao Yuzhen still had a faint smile on his face.

Yin Changsong said seriously: "Yuzhen, do you really want to live up to the hard work your master and Qingcheng Mountain have given you?"

"It seems so. I have left the Qingxiao Sword. I will ask Uncle Yin to take over the position of master. When Feixuan grows up, I will teach it to him." Zhao Yuzhen slowly stepped out of the palace and shouted softly.

Said, "Peach Blossom!"

I saw a bright red peach wood sword flying from nowhere, passing over the heads of the four heavenly masters, and landed in Zhao Yuzhen's hand. He stroked the sword body, with a bit of tenderness in his eyes, and said softly

: "Taohua, let's go find her, okay?"

The red light on Taohua Jianjian suddenly surged, as if responding to his words.

He suddenly raised his head: "Masters and uncles, Yuzhen is going down the mountain."

"Even for the sake of your deceased master disciple, I will not allow you to go down the mountain." Yin Changsong said solemnly.

"Uncle, I just saw it." Zhao Yuzhen sighed.

Yin Changsong shook his head: "When you are related to one thing, the future you see is not accurate. You can't calculate your own life. The master disciple should have taught you back then."

"I am different." Zhao Yuzhen took another step forward, "I am Zhao Yuzhen. Although I have never been in the world, I know they all call me."

"Tao Sword Immortal!"

"Block the road!" Yin Changsong suddenly shouted loudly, and the four heavenly masters pulled out the swords from their waists at the same time, and lined up in front of the main hall.

"You can't stop me." Zhao Yuzhen jumped slightly, and in the next moment, he had fallen behind the four heavenly masters. He gently shook the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand, with four fine steel long swords attached to it.

, was rapidly rotating around the Peach Blossom Sword. He swung it back, and the four long swords were already nailed to the plaque of the Qiankun Hall.

Among the four heavenly masters in Qingcheng Mountain, three have entered the realm of freedom, and Yin Changsong has entered the realm of freedom after the last round of retreat. However, the four of them joined forces, but they could not stop Zhao Yuzhen's sword.

"The Taoism has been number one in Qingcheng Mountain for a hundred years, and the swordsmanship has been number one in Qingcheng Mountain for a hundred years. It is a blessing for Qingcheng Mountain that such talented people stay in Qingcheng Mountain. It is also a pity for Qingcheng Mountain that they cannot come down the mountain." Lu Suzhen, the previous headmaster, left a message before his death.

Passed a passage like this.

"Yuzhen." Yin Changsong turned around, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Uncle Yin." Zhao Yuzhen didn't look back and spoke calmly.

"You can go down the mountain." Yin Changsong's voice was full of fatigue, "But you must also remember to go back up the mountain."

Zhao Yuzhen smiled, sheathed the Peach Blossom Sword, and nodded lightly: "It's okay to go back to the mountain, but this is not the right time to teach. I have no intention of seeking Taoism, so how can I hinder the way of heaven and force me to stay? I just want a peach blossom forest and drink wine until I grow old."

"Junior brother, I can't help you." Yin Changsong suddenly turned around and knelt down facing the statue of the Patriarch in the hall.

"Master, I can't help you." Zhao Yuzhen walked forward step by step. The birds in the sky started to scream. Suddenly, dark clouds covered the sky and thunder rolled. Zhao Yuzhen just walked down the mountain step by step. The disciples around him saw that

They all fell to their knees on the ground. But when Zhao Yu was about to reach the bottom of the mountain, two people suddenly stopped in front of him.

A little Taoist priest and a stinky scholar.

Qingcheng Mountain Taoist successor Fei Xuan, and swordsman successor Li Fansong.

"Uncle Master." Fei Xuan called softly.

"Master!" Li Fansong cried faintly.

"The four ancestors can't stop me, what are you doing here? Are you looking for a fight?" Although Zhao Yuzhen's tone was fierce, there was still a faint smile on his face.

"If a disciple is not talented, he will block the master's path even if he dies." Li Fansong clenched the peach wood sword named "Drunken Song" and said loudly through gritted teeth.

"I have the momentum, but can I stop shaking the hand holding the sword?" Zhao Yuzhen looked at Li Fansong's violently trembling hands and said with a smile.

"Master, I'm afraid." Li Fansong was about to cry.

"Silly boy, what are you afraid of?" Zhao Yuzhen took a step forward and was already behind the two of them. "I'm going down the mountain, not seeking death."

Fei Xuan turned around and knelt down to Zhao Yuzhen: "Uncle Master, I heard what our ancestors said. At that time, Master Lu Suzhen once made a divination for Uncle Master. If Uncle Master does not come down from the mountain, Qingcheng Mountain will be prosperous for a hundred years.

If my uncle comes down the mountain..."

"Then we will fight to the death on the deserted beach and the blood will flow like a river." Zhao Yuzhen accepted with a smile.
Chapter completed!