evening.
There were many chairs placed under the willow trees in the rather desolate courtyard. The northern border was desolate. Although everyone present was a practitioner, Ling Jianzi still lit a bonfire in the center. It seemed that this was more in line with the current atmosphere.
Xiyao stretched out her jade-like hands and quietly warmed herself by the fire. The firelight reflected on her face was particularly moving, but at this moment, everyone's eyes were on the young man beside her.
The young man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with clear eyes, and carried a somewhat rusty spear on his back. He was still vaguely shy when facing everyone's gaze.
Ling Jianzi raised his eyebrows slightly, looking extremely serious, and looked at the other person from time to time.
Jiang Shaoqiu and Ye Zhiqiu have both been disciples of the Dao Sect for many years, but the young man in front of them is about the same age as them, and there is a trace of Daoism emanating from him. It is speculated that he is probably a disciple of the Dao Sect, and he has traveled thousands of miles from Linghuang to Wanwan. Liucheng, so for the first time, he had a sense of crisis and a competitive mentality.
Shen Yu looked at the spear behind the young man and said, "I didn't expect you to come here."
The young man, or rather Qingshan, scratched his head and said, "I originally wanted to go to Daozong to find you, the immortal, but I told the uncle that I could come here for a stroll, so I came."
Shen Yu asked: "Alone?"
Qingshan nodded obediently. .
Hearing this, everyone's eyes became even weirder.
Ye Zhiqiu and Jiang Shaoqiu were both a little surprised.
They couldn't see the young man's realm, and they had never heard of such a disciple in the Dao Sect, but they knew that a young man who crossed a continent and traveled thousands of miles of wilderness to get here was not just a matter of luck.
Ling Jianzi asked curiously: "Didn't you encounter any danger on the road? You are so lucky."
Qingshan thought for a while, shook his head and said: "I still met some bad guys on the road, but they were not very strong. I fired a few shots and they ran away."
This explanation left everyone speechless.
Ling Jianzi said disdainfully: "Are you bragging? I don't believe it."
Qingshan nodded and said seriously: "It's true."
Shen Yu interrupted the two of them and said to Qingshan: "It's a little abrupt, but it's fine when we get here. After the matter here is resolved, you can go back to Daozong together."
Shen Yu had no doubts about the young man's strength, but luckily he didn't meet some ruthless cultivators with vicious eyes and ruthless hearts. If he had seen the young man's strange realm and the mystery of the broken gun, it would have been a disaster.
Qingshan nodded obediently.
Shen Yu continued: "Let me introduce you, Qingshan, a disciple of the Yuan Temple, is your junior brother."
Ye Zhiqiu and Jiang Shaoqiu were both a little surprised.
In recent years, there have only been three disciples of the Yuan Temple: Shen Yu, Su Mo and Yang Liu. Even the master was in retreat. When did another disciple appear that they had never seen before?
Shen Yu looked at their doubts, but did not explain, and said, "How are you doing to Uncle Xiang?"
Qingshan said: "Uncle is still selling wine in the village, but he said it's a bit boring and he might go out for a walk."
In terms of the true understanding of the Dao and the cultivation of realms, in the entire world, apart from the head of the Dao Sect, the one person in the world that Shen Yu felt some appreciation and admiration for was the man he once happened to meet in the mountains.
Since he is the junior disciple of the leader, Qingshan can naturally be regarded as a member of the Yuan Temple.
Together with Lingjianzi and Douyaer, maybe the next time the four halls compete, they will give the other three halls a great surprise.
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In the next few days, Daozong's residence became much more lively.
In addition to the discussion between Ye Zhiqiu and Jiang Shaoqiu, Ling Jianzi could not control his lively thoughts and chased Qingshan again and again to have a fight.
"Hey, why are you saying you can't beat me before you fight me? No, we two have to have a good fight today."
One morning, Ling Jianzi started to pester him endlessly again.
Qingshan felt helpless and answered honestly: "I only practice shooting, I don't want to fight."
Ling Jianzi said dissatisfied: "If you don't fight, what are you doing practicing with guns?"
Qingshan said seriously: "I want to become a Spear Saint."
Ling Jianzi rolled his eyes, thinking that this guy was short-sighted, so he said, "How can you become a Spear Saint without fighting?"
Qingshan cracked his mouth and said, "Uncle said, if you practice, it will become natural."
Ling Jianzi folded his hands on his chest, raised his head and said, "What a bullshit uncle, what you said is stupid, your brain must not be working well!"
Hearing this, Qingshan's body that was about to leave stopped, and he was silent for a while, then turned his head and said: "Although uncle does have a hard time with his mind sometimes, you can't say that to him, otherwise even though we will be brothers, , I will be angry too."
Seeing the anger in Qingshan's eyes, Ling Jianzi's eyes suddenly brightened, he pulled away and said, "Okay, if you want me to listen to you, then have a fight with me. If you win, then I will admit my mistake. But if you lose, you will be my junior brother from now on."
Dou Ya'er listened quietly and rolled her eyes when she heard this.
After talking for so long, he finally got to the point. It turned out that the issue he had been struggling with was the issue of his senior brothers.
In the absence of Master Shen Yu's clear statement, he thought of taking the first step and deciding on the seniority.
But looking at Qingshan's eyes, Dou Ya'er became a little worried.
She didn't know why, but when she looked at Qingshan, although she didn't know the realm, the feeling was indescribably mysterious and weird.
Her feeling was always correct, which meant that Ling Jianzi's plan was destined to fail.
Not far away, Jiang Shaoqiu and Ye Zhiqiu were sitting under a willow tree chair. The former said with some worry: "Do you want to stop me?"
Ye Zhiqiu seemed to be watching the excitement and said, "Silly, why are you stopping me for something like this? You can just see this kid's cultivation."
Shen Yu walked out of the room and saw this scene, sitting under the locust tree and watching with a hint of interest.
Qingshan was silent for a while, and then silently held the broken gun on his back in his hand.
"Let me tell you first, I'm not good at fighting. If I hurt you, tell me in advance. Don't blame me for hitting too hard."
Ling Jianzi's eyes widened and he said categorically: "Who am I, Ling Jianzi? One spit and one nail, let alone hurt me, even if you beat me to death on the spot, it would be because I am not good at learning, but beating me to death is fine." Don’t even think about me asking you for mercy!”
Qingshan said with some anxiety: "Are you very strong?"
Lingjianzi snorted, "Among those of my age in the entire Wanliu City, I am a top-notch expert. You can decide how high you are."
"So high."
Qingshan scratched his head and said seriously: "I understand, I will try my best."
Seeing the two of them getting into a stance, Ling Jianzi struck first. The Dao sword behind him was directly held in his hands by both hands, and he used a sword technique. He rose up in the air and smashed the sword with both hands towards Qingshan's head.
There was a sound of being torn apart in the air.
In the distance, Ye Zhiqiu smiled slightly, always ready to take action.
But at this moment, something surprising happened.
Qingshan looked calm and just made a gentle upward movement.
The tip of the broken spear hit Lingjianzi's wrist steadily and accurately. The latter screamed strangely, and the Dao sword in his hand was thrown away in mid-air.
Qingshan took a step forward and stabbed forward lightly with his broken spear.
Ling Jianzi gritted his teeth slightly, his trembling right hand accumulated spiritual power again, and the Dao sword flew back from the distance.
Another sword strike.
The Dao sword was like a big stone, surrounded by sword energy, and stood directly in front of Ling Jianzi.
Then Qingshan shook his wrist slightly, raised his right hand high, paused slightly, and then calmly brought it down.
Several gun shadows appeared in the sky.
Then there were countless banging sounds.
The Dao sword screamed endlessly, and in the end it could no longer bear the force and bounced to the side, but Qingshan's broken spear still hit Shen Yu's head firmly and steadily.
The latter immediately knelt down on his knees, clenched his fists with both hands, and shouted with great skill: "Hero, spare your life!"
