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I didn't expect Fan Song to leave so quickly.
Thank you so much for your excellent guidance, senior brother.
It's true that I was bullied a lot, but it's also true that I've made progress.
Zhao Yuzhen felt that her senior brother was quite skilled at teaching.
Back then, he was forced to become a sword immortal, and he had to endure being beaten twice every three days. Who could stand that?
This shows that appropriate pressure can promote progress.
Having finally grown up, Zhao Yuzhen felt she had escaped the clutches of her senior brother, only to find herself suffering the consequences for Li Fansong.
It's just a pity that my senior brother spent decades in seclusion in between.
Otherwise, Li Fansong would probably have matured much earlier.
Li Fansong was in deep meditation when he suddenly shivered, and the sword intent dissipated, unable to be reconstituted for a moment.
Li Fansong scratched his chin: "It must be my senior uncle talking about me behind my back. Hmm, maybe I should go down the mountain and hide for a while."
But the next moment, he felt a dizzying sensation as the world spun around him.
Li Fansong froze, then resigned himself to his fate.
Okay, it's the same old recipe, the same old taste.
The golden lion spat out his words, and Li Fansong jumped to his feet.
Looking at Zhou Zhenhuan sprawled out on the bed, he bowed respectfully and said, "Uncle-Master, you're back? Have you eaten?"
Then, unusually fawning, he jumped onto the bed and started massaging Zhou Zhenhuan's legs.
Zhao Yuzhen, standing to the side, turned pale and coughed awkwardly.
Only then did Li Fansong notice.
"Oh, Master, you're here too."
Zhao Yuzhen: ...
What kind of talk is that? So you weren't even looking at me?
Who exactly is your master?
Then Li Fansong was hung up. This time, it was Zhao Yuzhen who did it, beating Li Fansong until he screamed in pain.
Zhou Zhenhuan sighed: "Junior brother, you're going to be a father soon, but Fansong is still a child. There's no need to be so harsh on him."
Zhao Yuzhen felt that something was not quite right.
So now I've become the bad guy?
You're so aloof, so amazing. Aren't you the real master and disciple?
Zhao Yuzhen slapped Li Fansong twice more before arrogantly turning her back and taking one or two steps with devilish strides, leaving Xiaoyao Peak with exceptional arrogance.
Zhou found it rather amusing, waved his hand, and put Li Fansong down.
"Thank you so much, Uncle Master. You're the one who loves me the most."
"You're so good with words. How does it feel to become a Sword Immortal now?"
To be honest, Li Fansong is quite talented, and he has completely inherited the skills of Zhou Zhenhuan and Zhao Yuzhen.
His current swordsmanship is called Tai Chi Boundless.
Li Fansong also put away his playful thoughts: "It feels pretty good, but I feel more and more that the way of Tai Chi is really too profound and unfathomable."
Fan Song has only fully grasped a fraction of it so far.
In the chaos of heaven and earth, yin and yang were distinguished, giving rise to Taiji, which in turn gave rise to Yin and Yang, which in turn gave rise to the Four Symbols, which in turn gave rise to the Eight Trigrams, which then evolved into earth, fire, water, and wind, thus defining the four directions of heaven and earth.
It can be said that the Way of Tai Chi is the foundation of the Great Way.
It's normal for Li Fansong to have this understanding.
"Learning has no end; your path of self-cultivation has only just begun."
Now that you've achieved some success, go down the mountain and gain more experience.
Li Fansong respectfully agreed, then a thought struck him: "Does my senior uncle have something he needs me to do?"
"I suppose so. Go and support your junior brother, and accompany him on a trip to Tianqi City."
When the time comes and the dragon determines the fate of the world, you will certainly reap the rewards.
It will be of great benefit to your enlightenment.
Also, bring Xiao Feixuan along.
Li Fansong pondered for a moment before solemnly saying, "Uncle-Master, rest assured, I will protect Junior Brother Xiao."
Zhou Zhenhuan waved his hand and said, "You may not be able to protect him. Just do what you want, and if you can't, then run away."
"Huh?" Li Fansong was genuinely shocked. After all, he was now a true sword immortal.
Moreover, he still had to inherit the true teachings of the Carefree Immortal and the Dao Sword Immortal, which is still unacceptable.
"Hehe, Uncle-Master, tell me, is there any great danger on this trip?"
Zhou Zhen yawned and closed his eyes: "Guess."
Then Li Fansong felt his body float up uncontrollably, and in an instant, the world shifted and the stars moved, and in the blink of an eye, he was already at the foot of Qingcheng.
As for Zhou Zhenhuan and the Xiaoyao Palace, they all disappeared from the spot, as if they had never existed there.
Yin Changsong stormed into Xiaoyao Palace, and paused slightly when he saw the empty space in front of him.
Then, as if remembering something, a look of anxiety appeared on his face.
Oh no, Zhou really did move all the houses this time; he's probably going to run away.
Could it be because the old Taoist priest pushed him too hard?
That shouldn't be the case. This wretched creature usually doesn't come back, and we haven't done anything to him.
Why is someone this grown up throwing a tantrum?
After hearing Yin Changsong's guess, Zhao Yuzhen burst into laughter, which made Yin Changsong so angry that he gripped the whisk in his hand tightly and then loosened it, wondering whether he should give him a beating.
Fortunately, Zhao Yuzhen finally noticed that her senior brother was acting strangely. She suppressed her laughter and explained, "Don't worry, senior brother. How could he possibly leave Qingcheng? This is our home. Where could he possibly go?"
I reckon my senior brother has hidden away and gone to sleep because of the noise.
He'll appear when he's had enough sleep, or after my child is born.
Yin Changsong thought Zhao Yuzhen's analysis was reasonable and well-founded, so he snorted coldly: "None of you fellow disciples are easy to deal with!"
Zhao Yuzhen felt quite innocent, after all, she had been quite obedient and had been the headmaster for so many years.
An undeserved disaster, an absolutely undeserved disaster.
After successfully coaxing the old man who had regained his youth, Zhao Yuzhen felt utterly exhausted.
The old need to be coaxed, and the young need to be coaxed too. What a tragedy!
"Husband, come quick! The baby is kicking me! Look!"
Zhao Yuzhen instantly put on a smiling face: "Wife, I'm here!"
No matter how the situation changes down the mountain, now that the two giants of Qingcheng Mountain have returned home, all the disciples on the mountain are extremely safe and secure.
There is no safer place in the world than here now.
The number of disciples at Qingcheng Mountain has now exceeded one thousand, including many promising talents.
Yin Changsong, one of the six remaining masters of the older generation, is now full of energy every day.
With Qingcheng flourishing, perhaps we will one day witness the magnificent sight of mountains covered with sword immortals.
They believed that Li Fansong was just the first among the younger generation, and that new sword immortals would continue to emerge, which was wonderful to think about.
He was unaware that Li Fansong had already been sent down the mountain.
But it doesn't matter. At least Zhou Zhen and Zhao Yuzhen are back, which puts Yin Changsong at ease.
Inside Nine Heavens City, several weary figures finally settled down at a small inn.
"Ah, I can finally rest for a bit, I'm exhausted."
Lei Wujie stretched vigorously, then collapsed onto the bed as if all his energy had been drained.
Xiao Se shook his head, squeezed him in a bit, and sat down with a thud.
Chapter 195 Ye Xiaoying Arrives
After returning from the immortal mountain, Xiao Se and Lei Wujie's group had a smooth journey without encountering any danger.
But the long days of travel still left them covered in dust.
Upon arriving in Jiuxiao City, they were not far from Xueyue City. They planned to go to Xueyue City first, and then proceed to Qingcheng to make further plans.
Fortunately, Mu Chunfeng was a good person and gave them several horses and a large sum of travel money.
The Mu family of Qingzhou is not short of money.
Mu Chunfeng received a benefit from Zhou Zhenhuan that was enough to cure his elder brother's hidden illness, so he naturally didn't care about these mundane things.
"Xiao Se, don't you think something's been a bit strange along the way?"
Lei Wujie moved over to make room for Xiao Se to lie down.
Xiao Se did not lie on the bed, but instead put his hands behind his head and leaned against the headboard.
"It is indeed a bit strange; the journey was too smooth."
It's not that things are going smoothly or not, it's just that they've been chased and killed the whole way.
Even if Zhou Zhenhuan killed all the people from Dongsang, there's no reason why they would return to Beili territory and still go unnoticed.
They had made ample preparations, but the assassin never showed up, which was quite unexpected.
"Could it be that they don't know we're back?"
Xiao Se shook his head, then suddenly realized that the little idiot couldn't see his movements, and said, "It's unlikely."
It's no secret that we go to sea.
Those who follow us will not easily give up on following us.
There was something Xiao Se didn't say: he didn't believe his good brother would easily give up his plan to kill him.
Just then, a commotion suddenly arose downstairs, as if a large number of people had entered.
Lei Wujie sat up with a start, exchanged a glance with Xiao Se, and the two went to the window almost simultaneously. Avoiding the position directly facing the window, Lei Wujie pushed the window open a crack.
But what happened next surprised both of them slightly.
Outside the inn, a squad of armored soldiers stood in neat formation, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.
A tall, strong man with a mask on his face and a precious sword slung across his back seemed to sense something and looked up at the window.
But by then the window was already closed, and nothing could be seen.
Xiao Se stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.
Lei Wujie whispered, "Xiao Se, these people all look pretty strong. Who are they?"
Xiao Se seemed to sigh softly: "The Butcher, Ye Xiaoying."
Lei Wujie jumped up instinctively, then suddenly realized that his voice seemed a bit too loud, and quickly covered his mouth.
"The butcher? You mean that butcher?"
Xiao Se could understand this blockhead's inexplicable excitement, and said irritably, "Who else could it be?"
"Come on, I'll take you to see him."
As soon as Xiao Se finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and Sikong Qianluo walked in.
"Sister Ye's father has come to pick her up and wants to meet you."
Xiao Se nodded: "I was just about to go over there."
After the two of them went out, they found that Lei Wujie had not followed, which was a bit strange.