Chapter 178: Hehe, to me, Wangcheng Mountain also belongs to the red dust

This war of the Demon Sect's eastern expedition finally ended with the suicide of Ye Dingzhi.

Baili Dongjun, who already had the name of Wine Immortal, made a pact with the Demon Sect to lock the river and mountains, taking Ye Dingzhi's only son as a hostage, so that the Outer Heaven would not be able to step into Northern Li for twelve years.

After twelve years, they could take their young sect master back to the Outer Heaven.

Because of this eastern expedition, not only did the Wine Immortal Baili Dongjun emerge, but also the Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen, and Sikong Changfeng, who achieved the title of Spear Immortal with unparalleled spear techniques.

There was also Xie Xuan, who had read books for decades and never used a sword in his life, but after reading many books, he entered the Dao through literature and became a Sword Immortal the moment he picked up a sword. The Shadow Sect, which guarded the Northern Li royal family, also produced a Sword Immortal, a disciple of the sect leader Yi Bo, named Luo Qingyang.

Furthermore, Li Hanyi forced back the eight great elders of the Demon Sect with one person and one sword, carving out the name of Snow Moon Sword Immortal.

Later, another Angry Sword Immortal, Yan Zhantian, appeared, holding the fifth-ranked famous sword, Pojun. He once used this sword to fight against the Southern Jue army, resisting ten thousand troops with his own strength, killing more than two thousand enemies, and causing the enemy army to be defeated and flee in panic.

Since then, apart from the Wine Immortal and the Spear Immortal, whose reputations were the greatest, the Five Great Sword Immortals also became famous in the Jianghu.

In the blink of an eye, eight years passed. In the sixteenth year of the Mingde Emperor, the Langya Prince Xiao Ruofeng's rebellion case shocked the world, and he later committed suicide at the execution ground.

During this period, the Mingde Emperor's sixth son, Xiao Chuhe, because he had been taught by Xiao Ruofeng since childhood and argued for him, caused this person, known as the greatest genius of the contemporary Northern Li and the best candidate for Crown Prince, to be demoted to a commoner and exiled to Qingzhou.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it was the twentieth year of Mingde.

Today, there are four cities in the world with the widest reputation: Northern Tianqi, Southern Snow Moon, Western Muliang, and Eastern Wushuang.

Among them, Tianqi is the imperial city, gathering the luck of the world, and Luo Qingyang, who has become the head of the Five Great Sword Immortals, lives alone in Muliang City, making this isolated city one of the four famous cities.

Wushuang City barely relied on the reputation accumulated by past generations to become one of the four cities, and Snow Moon City's current prestige relied on its three city lords: the Great City Lord Wine Immortal Baili Dongjun, the Second City Lord Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi, and the Third City Lord Spear Immortal Sikong Changfeng.

Snow Moon City is roughly divided into Shangguan and Xiaguan, known for the four scenes of Xiaguan Wind, Shangguan Flowers, Cangshan Snow, and Erhai Moon.

It is precisely the strong Xiaguan wind, the lush Shangguan flowers, the white Cangshan snow, and the bright Erhai moon that constitute the four scenes of wind, flowers, snow, and moon that are praised in the Jianghu.

And the Cangshan snow, which can be seen at a glance at the peak of Cangshan, is the most admirable. The mountain is composed of nineteen peaks, with strange rocks and exquisite craftsmanship.

On this day, at the peak of Cangshan, on a cliff, there was a pavilion.

Baili Dongjun, with half-white hair and looking like a middle-aged man, was playing chess by himself in the pavilion.

"What a rare guest. Why doesn't the Great Venerable Lord of Snow Moon City, who is always elusive, go brew wine instead of running here to see me?"

A woman in white wearing a mask flew down from the clouds; it was the Second City Lord of Snow Moon City, Li Hanyi.

"If you want to talk about being elusive, I fear it is that person on Wangcheng Mountain. The Yellow Millet Wine has been stopped for almost twenty years, yet I still haven't drunk it."

Baili Dongjun said while placing a piece on the chessboard:

"The younger generation of Jianghu people only know that there is a Dao Sword Immortal on Wangcheng Mountain, but they don't know who the Yellow Millet Immortal is."

"Like the Jianghu people of our generation, most think he is a literary Daoist. Only we and Ji Ruofeng of the Baixiao Hall know how deep he is hiding."

"If you have something to say, say it; don't delay my sword practice," Li Hanyi stood on the edge of the cliff.

"The pact to lock the river and mountains has passed. The people of the Outer Heaven have already set out, preparing to take their young sect master Wuxin back. However, Wuxin seems not to want to go back, and while avoiding the Demon Sect Protector of the Outer Heaven, White-Haired Immortal Mo Qixuan, he took two people away."

"One is the Lei Sect youth who intends to come to Snow Moon City to apprentice, that is, your younger brother Lei Wujie; the other is an innkeeper who calls himself Xiao Se."

Li Hanyi said calmly:

"Surname Xiao; it seems to be that sixth prince of Northern Li who was demoted to a commoner and whose martial arts were completely abolished."

"Don't you care about your own younger brother? He was sent by you to the Lei Family Fort when he was three years old. Counting it now, it has been fourteen years."

As Baili Dongjun said this, the chessboard in front of him turned into powder, as he saw a sword light flash by.

"My affairs don't need you to worry about," Li Hanyi said calmly.

"Sigh, Junior Sister, why be like this?" Baili Dongjun sighed lightly:

"No matter how high that stinking Daoist's martial arts are, how high can they be? I don't believe that if our three city lords of Snow Moon City take action, we can't force him down the mountain."

Li Hanyi's tone remained unchanged:

"You should think more about Wuxin's affairs. Ye Dingzhi provoked public anger back then, causing many people to want to deal with his son. Even if your disciple Tang Lian is the most outstanding among the disciples of Snow Moon City of this generation, I fear the consequences are unpredictable."

"Let's just treat it as training; it's not our turn to take action yet."

Baili Dongjun looked at Li Hanyi:

"Junior Sister, really don't consider letting me and Changfeng help you?"

"No need."

"Actually, as for that wicked Daoist, I want to beat him up myself; I've been thinking about it for a long time."

"Then you can go yourself."

"If I wasn't unsure, I would have gone to Wangcheng Mountain long ago. You must know that even Master returned without success back then. Now I am only half-step Wandering God, and that Daoist has an unfathomable twin brother."

Baili Dongjun looked speechless:

"Believe it or not, he won't talk about Jianghu morality at all; he will directly call Zhao Yuzhen to help."

When Li Hanyi heard this, her mouth curled slightly:

"Not only that, I fear he will first let the several great Heavenly Masters set up an array, then let Zhao Yuzhen take action, and hide behind Lv Suzhen, who is already in the Wandering God Mysterious Realm."

"Finally, he will shout that he is right there, and if you have the ability, rush over."

"That lazy and wicked stinking Daoist would absolutely do that," Baili Dongjun said, as if he had deep experience:

"Because what he likes most is watching others fight fiercely while he watches the fun leisurely on the side."

Wangcheng Mountain.

A delicate young Daoist carrying a peach wood sword and a little Daoist about eight or nine years old, with a slightly fat figure, walked side by side.

"Little Martial Uncle, Senior Martial Granduncle wouldn't still be sleeping, would he? Counting the time, he has been sleeping for more than three years."

"Feixuan, before you entered the sect, Martial Granduncle had already slept for seven or eight years. I only saw Martial Granduncle when he was awake when I was apprenticed to Master," Li Fansong said with a look of surprise:

"I don't know what kind of Daoist method Martial Granduncle practices; he only needs to sleep."

"Isn't it said that Martial Granduncle doesn't practice martial arts or Dao?" Feixuan's slightly round face frowned slightly.

Li Fansong asked back with a smile:

"Do you think an ordinary person can sleep for years without eating or drinking?"

At this time, a young green-robed Daoist appeared in front of the two:

"Eh, a thin and delicate little Daoist, and a cute little Daoist."

"The successors of sword and Dao of our generation on Wangcheng Mountain are truly empty of aptitude and understanding, and lack the skin of an immortal."

Li Fansong reacted immediately, lowered his eyes, and said respectfully:

"Fansong has seen Martial Granduncle."

"Feixuan has seen Martial Granduncle," the honest little Daoist also reacted.

"Let's go, go see your master."

The young green-robed Daoist said to Li Fansong and took the lead.

Not long after, in a courtyard, the three saw a purple-robed Daoist in his thirties, with a handsome face and a light beard on his chin, standing under a peach tree.

"Master."

"Martial Uncle Granduncle."

The big and small ones shouted.

"Yuzhen, your appearance now looks like my elder brother," the young green-robed Daoist kept looking at the purple-robed Daoist:

"Not bad, your cultivation has reached the half-step Wandering God realm. If you spend a few more years, you will probably be able to break into the Wandering God Mysterious Realm."

Zhao Yuzhen focused his perception on his own brother in front of him, but found that this seemed to be just a lazy young man who had never practiced martial arts, so he said:

"In front of my brother, my cultivation is indeed just not bad."

The young green-robed Daoist smiled and said:

"In previous years, Master was in seclusion to practice, and in order to break through the realm, he passed the position of sect leader to you. Seeing your mature and steady appearance now, I am very gratified."

Zhao Yuzhen's heart moved, and he asked tentatively:

"Is my brother thinking of descending the mountain?"

"I need to go solve some unfinished business in the red dust. I originally wanted to ride a crane down the mountain, so that I would have the demeanor of an immortal of our generation, but on second thought, the first time was riding a donkey, so this time I might as well ride a donkey."

"Does my brother want to stop entering the red dust after solving the red dust affairs?" Zhao Yuzhen asked with a slight frown.

"Hehe, to me, Wangcheng Mountain also belongs to the red dust," the young green-robed Daoist said:

"No need to say more. If we are destined, we will naturally meet again."

His eyes glanced:

"You two little guys have also reached the time to descend the mountain for training. One has practiced the 'Immeasurable Sword Technique' to a small success, and one has practiced the 'Great Dragon Elephant Strength' to a small success."

"Our Wangcheng Mountain lineage has always walked the world with donkeys. Why haven't you two gone to lead them yet?"

"Yes."

The two looked at Zhao Yuzhen and turned to leave immediately.

Immediately, Zhao Yuzhen looked at the young green-robed Daoist's gradually receding back, feeling as if it would take an unknown amount of time to see him again, or perhaps never be able to see him again, so he couldn't help but speak:

"Brother, take care!"

Zhuang Buran waved his hand casually and disappeared into the courtyard.

When the three walked to the foot of Wangcheng Mountain, there was a tall, large-statured old Daoist with white hair and beard at the summit, silently looking at the foot of the mountain, and beside him was Wang Yixing, who looked middle-aged.

"Master, where is Senior Brother Haizhen going?"

"Since he is a natural Daoist body with an immortal's fate, after attaining the Dao, he naturally has to go where he should go."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 179 =====