Chapter 1 No. 1 in the world? Little Road Boy on Qingcheng Mountain
Chapter 1 The best in the world? The little Taoist boy on Qingcheng Mountain
"Senior Brother!! The second best in the world is coming to challenge you, the best in the world!!"
On Qingcheng Mountain, a little Taoist boy with a Taoist bun, holding a wooden sword that looked like it was pulpy when touched, crept up behind a little boy who was also a Taoist boy.
He pinched his waist and said with great air.
"Fansong, have you finished reading the Sumeru Sutra??"
"Master said, I don't need to look at that thing! I just need to practice my sword well!!"
“Unscrupulous sword??”
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"It's Wuliang!! Wuliang Sword!! You bastard!!"
"Aren't you afraid that the master will beat you?? It's immeasurable~"
"First the King's Eight Fists, and then the Crazy Demon Sword. I'm embarrassed to bully you."
There are nine levels of warriors, and they haven't even touched the threshold! Why do they want to do that? Zhao Yuzhen often teaches them not to aim too high, as it will affect their own state of mind, and even haste, wastes time, and is harmed by the obstacles of knowledge and vision.
He also held a gourd in his hand, with a red rope tied in the middle. The gourd and the red rope complemented each other beautifully. He shook the gourd in his hand, looked in the direction of the Lotus Peak, and shook his head with a smile.
Li Fansong didn't know what he thought of. He turned sideways and said to Zhao Shouyi: "Brother, I thought of another good move. Next time, I will never lose to you!!"
In terms of fist and kick skills, he is actually better than Zhao Shou at the moment, because Zhao Yuzhen has started to teach him how to practice swordsmanship, but he has no use for those skills. The fight between the two just now was still the king's eight boxing and the crazy sword.
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Hearing Zhao Shouyi's words, Li Fansong chuckled and didn't care.
Fansong's eyes were a little suspicious. Zhao Shouyi today made him feel a little mysterious. He seemed to know that he had started practicing swordsmanship.
“What is it??”
The disciples outside the sect twitched their lips when they heard this. This unreliable junior master uncle was not very old, but he was very senior. He often let the master's pigeons fly, and he was almost used to it.
He likes this method and loves to fight with Zhao Shouyi. Although Zhao Shouyi often talks nonsense about being the best in the world, he doesn't take it to heart. In his heart, Zhao Shouyi will always be the one.
The eldest brother who meticulously led me to get started is the brother who would cover me with the quilt when I kicked it off.
The young Taoist priest heard this and said softly: "What's the matter? If it's no big deal, I won't go there!!"
Fansong asked casually.
But when he thought about it, he couldn't help but shook his head in his mind, how could this be possible? He was useless at all, not a single move was useless.
"Uncle Master, the leader wants to ask you to come over!!"
Although Zhao Shouyi is a senior brother, he has never practiced swordsmanship. He only reads Taoist scriptures and only practices Taoism.
"Fansong, in fact, we all reach the same goal through different paths, whether we are practicing swordsmanship or practicing Taoism, we will reach that point in the end!"
On the Lotus Peak, Li Fansong and Zhao Shou were pillowing on a piece of bluestone, looking at the white clouds and dogs in the mountains, and the foggy sea.
When Fansong heard this, a wry smile appeared on his face. That realm was still too far away for them now. At the moment, the two of them were not even out of the ordinary.
As for number one in the world?
Since Zhao Shouyi has this idea, wouldn't it be the same if he helped him get it back? Then he would claim to be the second best in the world.
Just the next moment, a warm voice came into his ears.
When Zhao Shou saw Li Fansong, he didn't say anything or force him. Fansong didn't know what the excuse was, but he knew that that realm was called fairyland.
After a long while, there was no movement in the courtyard. The little Taoist priest standing outside the door frowned, secretly thinking that this time, the little Taoist uncle would let the master's pigeons go?
Outside the courtyard, a disciple in Taoist robes knocked on the door of this usually silent courtyard.
Zhao Shouyi twitched the corner of his mouth, "I told you to follow the natural way. You go and learn from the monkeys on the mountain to steal peaches. Do you dare to use this trick in front of the master? What if you do this dirty trick next time?
These tricks, see if I can beat you up!!"
Of course, this is just the thought in this little one's mind right now. A young bird who has never experienced the world of martial arts is just a free fantasy!
However, it might be more convincing if neither of them had panda eyes.
On the Little Lotus Peak, Fan Song was revealed by the Taoist boy who had been reading. His little face turned white and red, and he looked a little embarrassed.
Wuliang Sword is his master Zhao Yuzhen, no, it should be said to be their top swordsmanship in Qingcheng Mountain. How could he learn it at this age!!
The Taoist priest outside the door thought for a while and continued: "It seems to be called Qi Tianchen."
On the fairy mountain alone overseas, there was a real fairyland existence. He vaguely remembered that person's name was Mo Yi.
Hearing the voice from the disciples outside the door, the Taoist priest in purple robe slowly stood up. He rarely allowed himself to act according to his own temper in the face of great matters of right and wrong.
"The peach blossoms are about to bloom again, I really want to see that sword again!!"
"Zhao Shouyi, I will kill you!!!"
"Yes~"
On the hillside of Qingcheng Mountain, in a courtyard, a young Taoist priest sat casually under a peach tree, with a wooden sword engraved with the word "peach blossom" stuck in the soil beside him.
"Let's go!! We really need to meet this old god!!"
When he heard that he was being teased by his senior brother, the little Taoist boy bared his teeth and pounced on him.
"Today, an old god came to our mountain. The leader said that this person is somewhat involved with you, and he also gave special orders that you'd better go over and see him!!"
Zhao Shouyi stretched out his little hand again, looked at the lines on the palm of his hand that had not been fully opened, and said softly: "I heard that there are five great sword immortals in this world, Gu Jian Xian, Wrath Sword Immortal, Confucian Sword Immortal, and Xueyue Sword.
Immortal, then Master, Dao Sword Immortal, they are all the best in the Xiaoyao Heaven Realm, the best in the world, what kind of realm do you think is above the Divine Movement Xuan Realm??"
Zhao Shouyi gently stretched out his right hand and grasped it in the air, as if he was grasping the mountain wind flowing through the Lotus Peak, and his eyes gently closed.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw the young master's uncle who still looked handsome. There was just a little stubble on his gentle and gentle face. The passage of time still left traces on his body.
He casually put the small gourd into his sleeve, glanced at the wooden sword inserted under the peach tree, and asked casually: "What's the name of that old god?"
The little Taoist priest respectfully bowed his head and led the way.
What the other party has practiced is not the sword, but the Tao.
Coincidentally, Qingcheng Mountain, which has profound cultural heritage, also has such a technique, and the book in his hand is called "The Taoist Scriptures".
Everyone on the mountain knew that he was an outlier who did not practice swordsmanship, but no one knew that there was an aura in his body that was not internal and took root in Zi Mansion.
He looked into the distance, towards the sea of clouds, towards the mountain peaks with only a small section of the peak remaining. He smiled softly and stretched out his hand to draw a line in the sky, as if it had cut through the entire sky.