Although Qi Zhi Fifteen did not mean to tease, he did mean to make fun of him. He was somewhat dumbfounded by Wang Wuyi before. Knowing that Wang Wuyi was having fun, he laughed and said: "Taoist Master Wang said that he holds a knife in his right hand, then
He should be a left-handed swordsman who can penetrate the king's eyes. I only think of Miss Zhangsun."
Wang Wuyi sneered and said, "Is her swordsmanship so powerful?"
He was so angry that he smiled and said: "Master Wang is asking for news about Miss Changsun. He should know the strength of Miss Changsun better than my younger brother."
"Oh, I haven't seen you for a few years." Wang Wuyi said with a smile.
The young Taoist priest abruptly interjected: "If that's the case, why did Uncle Master suddenly ask Mr. Fifteen about the news about the eldest grandson? It's as if you can foresee that the eldest grandson will walk along this road."
"You know nothing!" Wang Wuyi was criticized again by his nephew, so he cursed and then changed his subject, "Little brother, your sword skills are weird, and you also have a weird aura. This
what's going on?"
Fifteen said angrily: "All seventeen of us are like this."
Wang Wuyi looked at Qizhi Fifteen suspiciously, waved his hand and said: "Oh, that's all, that's your secret, brother, I won't get into it too much."
The companions came to the ruined temple where Wang Wuyi and the young Taoist priest were staying. When he was fifteen, he looked up at the desolate crescent moon in the eastern night sky. He turned around and smiled and said: "Master Wang, little brother, we are here with you. I should
Farewell."
The young Taoist priest was surprised: "Huh?"
The look of surprise on Wang Wuyi's face was even more obvious, and he shouted loudly: "I'll go, is this the distance for your colleagues?"
He was so angry that he nodded and said a little apologetically: "As a mind master, I never go with others."
The young Taoist priest asked: "It's so late, where is Mr. Fifteen going?"
When he was fifteen, he smiled slightly and said, "I'd better go back and tell you something. As a human being, you must have principles."
"I'll go!" Wang Wuyi looked unhappy, "You are just kidding your brother."
"I don't dare." Angrily, Shi Fifteen bowed his head, "I just had to walk a little longer."
The young Taoist priest said: "See you someday. I hope I can chat more with Mr. Fifteen."
When he was fifteen, he just nodded slightly, bowed his head and said: "Taiyi has held the Immortal Sect for eight hundred years. This ambition is very strong. I sincerely wish you two to overcome all difficulties and achieve what you want."
"It's only people who practice the truth." Wang Wuyi said, "Thank you for your kindness, little brother. See you soon!"
"See you later." When he was fifteen, he turned around openly, took a moonlight robe, and walked away.
Wang Wuyi stared at the back of Qi Zhififteen until he disappeared. Ji sat in the tunnel and said: "Master Nian is really weird."
The young Taoist priest said: "Uncle Master, why did you hide the sword in the stick?"
Wang Wuyi sneered and said, "Why, do you envy your uncle for his many ideas?"
The young Taoist priest rolled his eyes, walked to the entrance of the ruined temple and sat down next to the wall. He quietly watched Wang Wuyi wrap the long sword in rags and listened to Wang Wuyi's chatter.
"My good mountain-breaking stick was chopped up by him like this! If it weren't for the fact that he is an infinitely meritorious nun master, I would have beaten him to death long ago."
The young Taoist priest smiled and said nothing.
Wang Wuyi wrapped the long sword well, raised his eyes to look at the young Taoist priest, and said: "You kid, you need to use your brain more, go out and dance, you are not good at boxing and kicking, it is easy to rush into the street without a sword, you still ask me
How can you hide a sword in a stick? Really!"
The young Taoist priest smiled slightly and said: "Uncle Master, you should leave the money to me for safekeeping. Sometimes you are too generous."
Wang Wuyi's expression suddenly changed after hearing this, he coughed, reluctantly took out the money bag from his arms, secretly touched part of it, stood up, walked to the young Taoist priest, and pressed the money bag into the young Taoist priest's hand.
He said disgustedly: "Oh, I'll give it all to you, give it all to you! You stingy man!"
The young Taoist priest deliberately weighed his money bag in front of Wang Wuyi and asked with a smile: "Uncle, when we pass Zhongnan Mountain, do you want to pay a visit to Taoist Master Ying? I really want to see the peerless swordsman who defeated my uncle back then.
Style.”
"Damn it! I have no time!" Wang Wuyi raised his hand and refused simply.
Before going down the mountain this time, the young Taoist priest had been staying in the Kunlun Snow Valley without contact with outsiders. Over the years, he had unknowingly developed an aloof personality. However, the disciples of the Taiyi Town Immortal Sect never felt despised.
Taoist priests are always enveloped by an inexplicable aura, and they don't dare to be frivolous.
Only Wang Wuyi was laughing and joking, and loved teasing the aloof nephew.
Not to be outdone, the young Taoist priest secretly collected Wang Wuyi's weaknesses and weak points, and successfully summed up a set of ironic routines. The uncle and nephew were cold and hot, and they went back and forth, hiding their tricks.
But ever since he met his eldest grandson, Taiqiong, who had reached the age of fifteen, the young Taoist priest could not stand still, no matter how hard the wind came. He thought that he should learn more about martial arts stories and anecdotes about people, or maybe this was just a lie in his heart, what he really wanted to do.
There is only one person who understands.
"Uncle Master..." the young Taoist priest breathed softly, and when he raised his eyes, he found that Wang Wuyi was already snoring.
The last quarter moon was far away from the mountains to the east, and it was silent. The young Taoist priest stood up and stared up. Luoyang is under the bright moon, to the east of the mountains. After eight hundred years, nothing has been accomplished. The past years are long, and it is up to others to judge the right and wrong.
There were only two things in the young Taoist priest's heart that he couldn't let go of. One was that eighteen years ago, his uncle Wang Wuyi was too soft-hearted and was defeated by the sword of Ling Fuyao, the current head of the Tianshan Sect, and failed to break into the Taihuang Divine Realm. The other was that
Senior brother Yin Tianli had an accident after returning home and became a paraplegic.
Now there is one more thing.
"No more." The young Taoist priest secretly said.
The young Taoist priest is twenty years old this year. He has an advantage in age when he competes in the "Taihuang Shen Tian Jue". In addition, he is extremely talented. He is determined to break into the Taihuang God Realm and return to his sect's supreme swordsmanship. The moon is crescent in his eyes.
, it seemed that he was peering into the Taihuang Divine Realm. As for the prosperity of Luoyang, it never broke into the heart of the young Taoist priest. In his heart, he only had the expectation of communicating with the world's martial arts leaders, but for some reason, he saw the beauty of the crescent moon falling on the top of the mountain.
As clear as water, my heart moved inexplicably, and the word "spring water" popped into my mind.
A young Taoist priest once asked Wang Wuyi who were the three young men who broke into the Taihuang Divine Realm eighteen years ago. He learned that the other one of the first two was the master of the Taihuang Divine Realm, and he was undoubtedly the current Dongjun Gong. Wang Wuyi
At that time, he also said: "The Duke has undoubtedly accepted a female disciple. She was very smart when she was a child. She is sixteen years old now, right? I remember her name is Chun Shui. She is very smart." The young Taoist priest asked: "She will also participate in the Taihuang Shen.
Heavenly Jue?" Wang Wuyi said: "Tsk, that's not the point. The point is that my uncle teaches you how to seduce her."
"I hope she can have the cultivation level that Dongjun had back then." The young Taoist priest looked down at the sleeping Wang Wuyi and muttered silently.
The sky was slightly bright, and Wang Wuyi opened his sleepy eyes and saw that the young Taoist priest had built a bonfire. He rubbed his eyes, smacked his lips and said, "You didn't sleep much, kid."
The young Taoist priest warmed up a pot of wine, handed it to Wang Wuyi and said, "There is nothing I can do. I am young and in good health."
Wang Wuyi took the wine bottle and drank a few sips, then threw the wine bottle away, stood up straight and stretched his waist for a while, full of energy, looked at the bright light on the east mountain and said: "Come on, come on, you are getting more and more careful."
It’s surging!”
The young Taoist priest poured cold water on him and said, "Uncle Master, how did Master Ying defeat you back then? Will there be anyone in the Taoist lineage this year?"
Wang Wuyi sneered and said disdainfully: "I don't care if he does it! Come and beat them one by one, I'm afraid they won't come."
The young Taoist priest smiled, said nothing, drank some light wine and ate some dry food, and then continued on the road with his uncle. On March 24th, they passed by Zhongnan Mountain and met Ling Fuyao's master and apprentice by chance. Some disagreements occurred. Fortunately, Ying Ying
Shiba took action in time to resolve the issue.
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Chronology:
In the fourth year of Emperor Yun's reign, Wang Wuyi represented Taiyi Zhenxianmen in the Taihuang Shen Tian Jue. He lost to Ling Fuyao in the semi-finals, and lost to Ying Shiba in the third and fourth place battle. He failed to enter the Taihuang Shen Realm.
In early March of the 22nd year of Emperor Yun's reign, when he left the Kunlun Mountains, Wang Wuyi said to the young Taoist priest: "Damn it, a man from the fourth lineage of suppressing demons also came to join in the fun. It's really shameless. I tell you, if you meet him again
The people from the fourth lineage of suppressing demons will be beaten to death until they call out daddy!"
The young Taoist priest said: "Zhongnan Mountain is also known as Taiyi Mountain. When the Dao Vein originated, it was not called Nanshan Dao Vein but Taiyi Dao Vein. Taiyi Zhenxianmen and Taiyi Dao Vein are brothers in terms of names."
"Don't go too far." Wang Wuyi snorted, "I'm not familiar with Ying Shiba."
The young Taoist priest smiled and said: "Taoist Master Ying's name is very distinctive. Is it because he is ranked eighteenth?"
"Who knows! Maybe the parents admired Master Shiqi, so they named their son Shiba, hahaha." Wang Wuyi accidentally thought of this connection and couldn't help but laugh.