Chapter 174

Li Changsheng said irritably, and Ji Ruofeng and Baili Dongjun had already moved forward quickly, protecting him in the middle from left and right.

And Xiao Ruofeng stood in front of Li Changsheng, looking at the lazy young Daoist in the green robe with great vigilance.

"An eye for an eye, this Daoist came here to avenge the sleeve revenge." Zhuang Buran's eyes fell on Ji Ruofeng:

"Didn't you notice that your old ancestor not only has no power but his aura is getting weaker and weaker? He wants to go into demonic madness to dissipate his Great Camellia Technique power. Why don't you hurry up and give him two slaps to stop him."

Immediately, everyone present looked at Li Changsheng, only to see that there was already a layer of fine sweat on his forehead and cheeks, and his demeanor had become incomparably weak.

"Don't listen... to this little monster's nonsense, I... just want to take a nap."

Li Changsheng forced himself to cheer up, and after saying this drowsily, he closed his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Baili Dongjun thought of what the young Daoist in the green robe said, as well as the inn storyteller and the novels he had read, and suddenly gave Li Changsheng a slap.

"Master, don't sleep. If you sleep, you will never wake up again."

Li Changsheng opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes becoming much clearer, and he said with shame and anger:

"I really just wanted to take a nap. Now is just the time to dissipate my power."

After the words fell, he could no longer hold on and fainted completely.

"Some people have lived for two thousand or four thousand years and still haven't lived enough, while this Li Xiansheng is only one hundred and eighty years old and wants to die. It is truly that the world is vast and everything is strange."

The young Daoist in the green robe swept his eyes and smiled at the three Baili Dongjun:

"I am a Little Immortal who can calculate. Do you believe him, or do you believe me?"

"If you believe me, give Li Xiansheng a few slaps to interrupt his power dissipation process. If you don't believe me, then forget it. Tomorrow you will get a Li Changsheng who has lost all his martial arts and is mortal."

When the three heard this, they looked at each other. Ji Ruofeng first took Li Changsheng's pulse to investigate the situation in his body, sensing that his power was retreating like a tide.

Because he had only heard of the "Great Camellia Technique" and was worried, he could not help but speak:

"Offended, old ancestor!"

He actually gave Li Changsheng two slaps, but this time it didn't wake him up.

"Baili Dongjun, Xiao Ruofeng, what are you two waiting for? Now is the critical moment." The young Daoist in the green robe said seriously:

"Since we can't wake Li Xiansheng up, only by hitting his limbs and bones can we stop his power dissipation momentum."

After hearing this, the two could not care about so much, simply because Ji Ruofeng, the master of the Baixiao Hall who knew everything in the world, believed the young Daoist in the green robe's words by 70-80%, so they had to believe it too, and they knocked on Li Changsheng's limbs with their sword scabbards in half-belief.

"A little lighter, this is your master, how can you use such a heavy hand."

Zhuang Buran pointed fingers on the side:

"This place can be a little heavier; it is an important meridian for Li Xiansheng to operate the 'Great Camellia Technique'."

After a cup of tea, Baili Dongjun and the three, who had been in a state of tension, stood aside panting slightly, while the young Daoist in the green robe frowned at Li Changsheng, who was a bit blue and a bit swollen.

"As expected of the 'Great Camellia Technique', the self-healing ability is good. I think when Li Xiansheng wakes up, only his face will be a bit blue."

"Little Zhenren, we should have interrupted Master's power dissipation momentum, right?" Baili Dongjun asked hurriedly.

"This Daoist not only can calculate, but also has medical skills that can reverse life and death. My attainments in medicine are no worse than the famous Xin Baicao, who is known for bringing the dead back to life and growing flesh on bones."

The young Daoist in the green robe waved his hand:

"Under my guidance, you have successfully stopped Li Xiansheng from dissipating his power. When he wakes up, it won't take many days for him to re-practice his Great Camellia Technique power..."

When he said this, he looked toward Wang Yixing:

"Second Junior Brother, the worldly affairs are over, it's time for us to return to the mountain."

After speaking, he took the lead and walked away. Wang Yixing made a Daoist salute and then turned and quickly followed.

A few days later, at the foot of Wangcheng Mountain.

"Haizhen, did Li Xiansheng really want to go into demonic madness and dissipate all his Great Camellia Technique power that day?"

"Since you have already reacted, are Baili Dongjun and the three now being beaten by Li Changsheng?"

The young Daoist in the green robe ignored Wang Yixing's stunned expression and said to himself:

"They shouldn't have been cleaned up yet. I think that because his power has not yet recovered, he should be keeping this account in his heart."

"But having said that, he did indeed want to abolish his power, then change his name and surname to fly away with his beloved woman, live in seclusion, and no longer ask about the affairs of the Beili Jianghu."

"I am completely convinced. From now on, you are truly my Senior Brother." Wang Yixing sighed:

"I didn't expect you to even dare to toss Li Xiansheng!"

The young Daoist in the green robe looked innocent:

"This time, Li Changsheng intended to unload his Great Camellia Technique power for the sake of a relationship. I didn't talk nonsense. As for other things, I didn't take action, so what does it have to do with me?"

"Furthermore, in the way of divination, who in the world can be sure? It's just that I calculated that Li Changsheng wanted to dissipate his power, but I calculated some things slightly wrong, thinking that he wanted to use the method of demonic madness to dissipate his power while returning to youth."

"Leading to the occurrence of descendants beating their ancestors and disciples bullying their masters."

He had a look of heavy sin:

"To redeem my sins, I have decided not to go down the mountain for ten years."

After speaking, the donkey under him ran like an arrow.

Wang Yixing: "."

"Senior Brother, why do I feel that you are also exceptionally ignoring the virtuous Langya Prince Xiao Ruofeng."

Wang Yixing drove the donkey to catch up, and heard the young Daoist in the green robe say carelessly:

"Born in the royal family, with the number one person under heaven as a master, and many junior brothers and subordinates, he is a very capable person, yet he doesn't want to be emperor and only wants to be a virtuous king. A guy who is naive to the point of stupidity, he looks like he won't live long, so he must be treated as a dead person."

Five years later.

In these few years, first the Beili Taian Emperor was seriously ill, and the battle for the throne was very intense. Countless important court officials were assassinated by killers of hostile forces due to party strife. For a time, Tianqi City was shrouded in blood, which was called the Rebellion of the Eight Kings.

Later, Xiao Ruofeng led four top experts to create the Tianqi Division to quell the chaos. Li Xinyue, the daughter of the contemporary Sword Heart Tomb master Li Suwang and the successor of the Heart Sword, who was also Lei Mengsha's wife, served as the Azure Dragon Envoy in the east.

The Jianghu wanderer Sikong Changfeng, who was taken in by Li Changsheng after he returned to youth and changed his name to Nangong Chunshui, was also the third city lord of Snow Moon City and served as the Vermilion Bird Envoy in the south.

Tang Lianyue, who was from the Tang Sect and had the number one hidden weapons in the world, served as the Black Tortoise Envoy in the north.

The Baixiao Hall, which never asked about court affairs, had its master Ji Ruofeng serve as the White Tiger Envoy in the west in his personal capacity.

Finally, Xiao Ruofeng supported his brother Xiao Ruojin, born of the same mother, to ascend the throne as emperor, and it is now the fifth year of Mingde.

It was also this year that a Purple-Robed Heavenly Master, the youngest in history, appeared on Wangcheng Mountain, causing the entire Jianghu to vibrate. At only sixteen years old, he had mastered the sword techniques and Daoist methods of Wangcheng Mountain.

It is heard that he is the younger brother of the Yellow Millet Little Immortal who has disappeared in recent years. Unlike his brother who does not care much about martial arts, he has already entered the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Realm at a young age.

And the reason he is named Zhao Yuzhen is because many Heavenly Masters said he was a piece of perfect jade that Wangcheng Mountain had been waiting for for a hundred years.

He also lived up to the name of perfect jade, and his Daoist methods and sword techniques were both the best in Wangcheng Mountain in a hundred years.

Because the Yellow Millet Little Immortal went down the mountain to enter the world, what he showed on the surface was the ability to calculate, so the court and the Jianghu thought this was a literary Daoist, which did not cause too much vibration.

The immortal fate of a Heavenly Dao Body, if not supported by high-level martial arts, will only make people sigh, not enough to make people fear. As Zhao Yuzhen became a Purple-Robed Heavenly Master, the name of the true and pure reincarnated immortal also spread far and wide.

I don't know how it spread, but because Zhao Yuzhen had never been down the mountain, it eventually evolved into that if he went down the mountain, heaven and earth would change, and it would directly threaten the imperial luck of Tianqi.

Causing the current Mingde Emperor to inevitably ask the National Master Qi Tianchen. Although he received the answer that this was nonsense, he was still not at ease and sent five thousand iron cavalry to station near Wangcheng Mountain just to prevent him from going down the mountain.

On this day, in the quiet and secluded courtyard, even though it was the middle of winter, the courtyard was as warm as spring.

A young Daoist of sixteen or seventeen years old in a green robe lay lazily under an old peach tree.

On the eaves, a person wearing white clothes and a strange mask suddenly appeared.

"Interesting, dressing in men's clothes and wearing a strange mask with a beard, don't you think this will make people think you are not a girl?"

"As expected of the Yellow Millet Immortal of Wangcheng Mountain who can calculate." The person in white did not deliberately use a fake voice, but used her own crisp and pleasant original voice:

"Snow Moon City, Li Hanyi, specifically came to ask for an explanation for my master."

The young Daoist in the green robe laughed dumbly:

"Girl, don't joke. This Daoist has never been to Snow Moon City, so how could I provoke your master."

(End of chapter)