Yang Yuhuan clutched his small wooden sword tightly and swallowed.
What she saw before her was beyond her imagination. The black dog that could eat the sun, the stone statue that turned into a yellow scarf giant and pushed open the door, and the endless ladder behind the door, with the sea of clouds only reaching half of its waist.
It seems to reach directly to the sky and connect to the heaven.
She suddenly felt that her Yitian Sword might not be sharp enough, and it should be polished before she could compete with Old Demon Li.
The little girl turned around silently and prepared to slip down the mountain.
Farewell!
However, when he turned around, he was dumbfounded. The road down the mountain disappeared, replaced by an abyss and a sea of misty clouds. In the clouds and mist, two huge figures were vaguely visible, one green and one white.
Roar!
The dragon roared and its tail swung through the clouds. Only then did Yang Yuhuan see clearly that they were a white dragon and a blue dragon.
The two dragons playing with the beads look like they are playing, but also like they are competing.
As if noticing the little girl's gaze, the two huge dragon heads turned towards her. The green dragon spoke first, with a delicate and clear voice.
"Sister, is she the one I want to wait for? She doesn't look good either."
Bailong's voice was gentle and demure.
"Xiao Qing, please don't talk nonsense. I have waited seven years to build a dojo for her in Fengqi Mountain, which shows how much I value her. We must not make mistakes."
"Humph, I know, I know~"
The two dragons went away, leaving Yang Yuhuan alone in the wind.
Not only did the dog talk, but there was also... a dragon?
Especially the white dragon. Although his voice was gentle and soft, it was really unfathomable. He felt a strong sense of crisis just by her looking at him.
"Okay, hurry up the mountain, the master is still waiting for you."
After Xiaotian said these words, he once again used the magical power of Tengu to eat the sun, but this time it did not get dark, only ripples in the void appeared, and its figure disappeared.
After becoming an immortal, its bloodline magical power has been greatly strengthened. The eclipse sun can not only be used to devour, but also affect the fluctuations of space, thereby taking people through the void.
This is also the reason why Li Daoxuan asked him to guard the gate.
Although the dojo he established was in Fengqi Mountain, he actually created a small world by using his great supernatural power to mediate the creation. Here, the golden crow is the sun, the sacred mountain supports the sky, the Milky Way pours down, and the clouds are thousands of miles away.
In fact, it is the blessed land of Taoist gods and caves, a supreme wonderland.
Yang Yuhuan was deeply shocked by this kind of generosity. When she was young, she suddenly remembered the stories about the imperial masters that her father often told her. She always felt that they were false and exaggerated before, but now...
She took a deep breath and finally set foot on the stairs to the sky.
She didn't know how long she walked until the mountain gate was no longer visible behind her. She saw a man practicing his sword by the waterfall.
He has hair like a halberd, a dark complexion, a tall and burly figure, and carries a sword box behind his back. When he exhales the sword energy from his mouth, he can make the waterfall flow backwards. When he stretches out his sword fingers, ten thousand swords in the box can be fired at once, which can chop up the clouds in the sky.
Yang Yuhuan quietly hid his small wooden sword, his face burning.
It was in vain that she thought she was the best in the world in swordsmanship. Compared with the burly man in front of her, she was just a kid playing house, just a joke.
She walked over and asked in a low voice: "You, are you Li Daoxuan?"
If he was Li Daoxuan, it didn't mean that she couldn't accept him as her teacher. Such divine swordsmanship made her very excited.
The burly man was slightly startled after hearing what she said, then he put his sword into the box and laughed.
"Little girl, I am not a national master. My name is Yan Chixia. I am just practicing swordsmanship in his dojo temporarily."
Yang Yuhuan's eyes lit up and he said: "Yan Chixia, how about I become your disciple? You are so powerful, Li Daoxuan must not be your opponent, right?"
Yan Chixia hesitated for a moment, then showed a wry smile.
Are you comparing me to that person?
If the other party hadn't been a little girl, he would have thought that someone else was deliberately making sarcastic remarks.
Shaking his head, he sighed: "Compared with the Imperial Master, my swordsmanship is just that of a horse compared to a unicorn, a jackdaw meets a phoenix, how can the light of a grain of rice compete with the bright moon?"
This was not a false compliment, but he meant it sincerely.
He has always been an arrogant person. When he first entered the dojo, he wanted to have a competition with the national master to verify his insights on the swordsmanship over the years.
However, when he saw the national master opening up the world with one sword, reshaping the earth, water, wind, and fire, and turning the original dojo into a world of thousands of miles, his unwillingness to admit defeat was completely extinguished.
Later competitions also proved this.
"How is that possible? Are you lying to me?"
Xiao Yuhuan was doubtful and didn't quite believe it. In her opinion, Yan Chixia's swordsmanship was as incredible as that of a god. No matter how strong Li Daoxuan was, how much stronger could he be?
Yan Chixia was an upright person and said with a smile: "Little baby, why did I lie to you? I once sparred with the national master. He has seven swords, each of which is unparalleled in the world. More powerful than one sword, how many swords do you think I can hold on to?"
Yang Yuhuan raised three fingers and said: "Sword Three?"
Yan Chixia shook her head and said with a bitter smile: "I didn't even see Jian Yi, because in front of him, I couldn't even unsheath my sword."
When the master was still alive, he once had a sword duel with the national master. Although he failed miserably, he was still able to show off his sword.
However, now that decades have passed, he is already a swordsman at the peak of Yangshen, but the gap between him and him is even greater than before.
Yang Yuhuan fell into silence.
She has an innate magical power. When she concentrates her attention, she can hear the other person's heart, which is a bit like the Buddhism's other's mind.
She just listened and found out that the other person didn't lie. The admiration and shame were very pure and honest.
After bidding farewell to Yan Chixia, Xiao Yuhuan continued upward, but this time, there was a hint of curiosity and anxiety in her eyes.
What kind of person is Li Daoxuan?
After walking for an unknown amount of time, she saw another person, an extremely beautiful woman. She was wearing a red dress, her skin was like ice and snow, her hair was tied with green hairpins, her temperament was majestic and gorgeous, as cold as frost.
Those pair of deep black eyes were looking down at her, looking at her carefully.
She is so pretty...
Yang Yuhuan was a little envious. She had never seen such a beautiful woman since she was a child, but for some reason, her eyes were a bit scary.
Xiao Yuhuan subconsciously clenched the wooden sword in her hand, focusing on listening to the other party's thoughts.
hostility!
For a moment, she felt chills. Although she didn't hear the specific sound, she felt the other party's attitude. The faint hostility made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
Chen Ziyu turned his head slightly and looked at her quietly, his voice indifferent.
"We finally meet, Taizhen."
Terrible, as terrifying as facing an abyss!
Yang Yuhuan subconsciously took a few steps back and said, "You, what are you talking about? I'm not being too serious. I'm Yang Yuhuan!"
The bearded swordsman before was far from having such a terrible sense of oppression.
Chen Ziyu said nothing, but slowly stretched out her hand and touched Yang Yuhuan's head.
Yang Yuhuan wanted to hide, but she felt that her body was stiff and she could not move at all. It was as if there was an invisible restraint. No matter how anxious or angry she was, she could not break free.
"Master Wife, I don't want it!"
A figure flew over, wearing a long light yellow dress, long hair like a waterfall, bright eyes and white teeth, a noble temperament, holding a blue divine whip, which was flowing with a moving luster like glass.
The leader of Xuanmen, the ancestor of the Li Tang royal family, Chen Wang Li Lizhi!
But Chen Ziyu didn't pay attention. Her jade hand had almost fallen on Yang Yuhuan's head, her eyes were cold and awe-inspiring.
In desperation, Chang Le swung the magic whip in an attempt to draw Yang Yuhuan back.
However, a red lotus shadow bloomed, swaying with divine brilliance, and dropped wisps of fairy light, directly shaking the divine whip back.
Chen Ziyu's hand finally fell on Yang Yuhuan's head.
Changle closed his eyes, not daring to look at the bloody scene.
However, that was not the case. Chen Ziyu just touched Yang Yuhuan's head lightly and said lightly: "I hope you will always think so."
After saying that, she glanced at Changle and said, "Your master is not in a hurry. Why are you in a hurry? Why, do you really think I would bully a seven-year-old girl?"
Chang Le breathed a long sigh of relief, and quickly stepped forward to hug one of his master's wives' arms, and said coquettishly: "No way, my master's wife is the best, and Chang Le's favorite is her master's wife~"
The magic of coquettishness!
A smile flashed in Chen Ziyu's eyes, she shook her head and sighed: "Your master is so lucky to have a disciple like you."
Chang Le chuckled, but secretly thought in his heart, Master, my disciple is really worried about you. Think about yourself, you are over ninety years old, and you still have to act coquettish and pretend to be cute here.
"Okay, I just wanted to come and see her. Now that my goal is accomplished, it's time to leave."
"Master, won't you go see Master?"
Chen Ziyu smiled slightly, touched her flat belly and said, "I've seen it before."
Her lotus dharma body has fully matured and is ready to bear lotus seeds.
The purpose of this trip has been achieved. Even when faced with a reincarnated love rival, it is actually somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Chen Ziyu turned into a rainbow and left, and Changle bowed to see him off.
"Congratulations, Master!"
She let out a long breath, then turned to look at the frightened Yang Yuhuan, with a hint of curiosity and kindness in her eyes.
Is this Mrs. Tai Zhen?
She had watched "Xuanzhen Collection" many times and had a great impression of Mrs. Taizhen. She knelt down and wiped her dirty little face, and said warmly: "Why are you so dirty? Let's go." , sister—I’ll take you to bathe and change clothes.”
As if feeling the kindness of the other party, Yang Yuhuan relaxed a lot. She raised her little face and said: "Sister——"
"Ahem, Yuhuan, you should call me Changle. There should be no confusion about seniority."
Mistress calls me sister?
Although Yang Yuhuan didn't understand, he nodded and said: "Changle... Fairy, the woman in red just now doesn't seem to like me very much. What did I do wrong? Did I make her angry?"
Chang Le couldn't help but hold her in his arms, patted her back, and said softly: "I did nothing wrong. Don't think too much about it. Master Ziyu has a cold temper, but her heart is kind."
After that, she took Yang Yuhuan to the hot spring, washed off the dirt, and put on a beautiful white fairy dress, her eyes lit up.
The face is carved with jade powder, delicate and cute, the skin is like jade fat, and the eyes are as clear as snow, like a little fairy walking out of a painting.
What a beauty.
"Fairy Changle, are you going to take me to see Li Daoxuan?"
Yang Yuhuan clutched her small wooden sword tightly, as if this was the only way to bring her a sense of security.
Chang Le nodded and said: "When you meet Master, you should stop being so naughty and be good, do you understand?"
Yang Yuhuan nodded. She was not afraid, but was preparing to break into the enemy first, work hard to become stronger, and then avenge her shame on Old Demon Li!
Well, I am the undercover heroine who endures humiliation and hardship!
Under the leadership of Chang Le, the two finally arrived at the top of the mountain. Below, the white clouds were like the sea, and the Milky Way was like a waterfall. Above their heads were the golden crows patrolling the sky, and they could vaguely see divine birds playing and white deer appearing.
Under the lonely pine, there are two figures playing chess.
A man with white hair as white as snow, neatly combed, sitting upright and meticulous.
The other person is wearing white clothes and a gold belt. He is cool and carefree. He looks like he is only in his twenties. However, he has an air of being from the world in his movements. He looks like a real immortal wandering in the busy city, not sticking to one pattern.
The two formed a very sharp contrast.
Yang Yuhuan subconsciously thought that the white-haired Taoist was Li Daoxuan, and used his mind-reading powers, and then felt an indescribable sadness and worry.
That is the concern for the common people, the pessimism and despair about the fate of the world.
But even though he was so sad, he still played chess with a calm demeanor and meticulously. Yang Yuhuan admired this determination.
He is indeed the legendary Old Demon Li!
At this time, she saw Fairy Changle bowing to the young Taoist in his twenties.
"Master, this disciple has brought Yuhuan. Madam Ziyu came just now, but she didn't do anything."
Li Daoxuan nodded and said with a smile: "I already know about this, thank you for your hard work."
Then he looked at Yang Yuhuan and was slightly distracted when he saw the white dress.
She is very much like senior sister, especially her eyes, which are smart and firm, as if all the hardships in the world cannot trap the Taoist heart that yearns for beauty and freedom.
But he also knew very well that Yang Yuhuan was not a senior sister.
Xiao Yuhuan was shocked. She didn't expect that this handsome young man who looked to be in his twenties was actually... Old Demon Li?
And for some reason, when she saw Old Mo Li, an inexplicable feeling of closeness emerged in her heart.
He must have cast a spell on me!
Yang Yuhuan subconsciously used his mind-reading powers and successfully read a sentence.
"Little girl, it's not good to peek into other people's hearts."
For a moment, Yang Yuhuan's scalp was numb, and she looked at Old Mo Li who was smiling but not smiling in disbelief. Under his playful gaze, she felt that all her methods were so ridiculous.
Li Daoxuan pointed his finger, and a stream of light flew into her mind.
"I have taught you how to practice. Then you can practice on your own. If you don't understand anything... just ask Chang Le."
Simply put, just don't bother me.
"Li...Guoshi, do I consider you as my master?"
Li Daoxuan shook his head and said calmly: "You and I have no relationship between master and disciple. I am just the person who introduced you to the Taoist gate."
Yang Yuhuan was a little confused and said: "If you don't want to accept me as a disciple, why do you want to teach me to enter the Taoist sect?"
Li Daoxuan's hand holding the chess pieces paused slightly.
After a while, his voice slowly sounded.
"Because of a promise."
He promised his senior sister that he would continue to write the story between them.
Now he has done it.
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PS (I have something to do today, so there is only one update~) (End of this chapter)
