Chapter 180: This poor Daoist is always easy to get along with

"Ji Ruofeng may not be far away, but the thunder was definitely released by you," a white-haired man holding a sword drifted over and said:

"During the final exam of the Academy in the past, with your words 'natural spiritual response,' a bolt of heavenly thunder appeared out of thin air, splitting my Outer Heaven's Wuzuo Twin Venerables into charred corpses."

The young green-robed Daoist looked sideways and said:

"So it is you, one of the left and right protectors of the Outer Heaven Demon Sect, White-Haired Immortal Mo Qixuan. During the final exam of the Academy, you were fighting with Yue Yao, who was impersonating Yin Luoxia. As soon as you saw the Wuzuo Twin Venerables die, you slipped away quickly."

"I didn't expect that I could be remembered by the Yellow Millet Immortal; I am truly honored," Mo Qixuan said politely.

And Xiao Se suddenly swept up, revealing his high-level lightness skill, and rushed to the place where the thunder had just fallen.

Lei Wujie said belatedly:

"Xiao Se's master, could he really be nearby?"

"Rest assured, it's just because he arranged this poor Daoist's affairs improperly, making God a bit unable to watch," the young green-robed Daoist said airily:

"A small punishment for a big warning, he just suffered some skin injuries."

"So, this thunder was really released by you?" Lei Wujie was shocked.

"I already said it was released by God; what does it have to do with this poor Daoist?" Zhuang Buran's eyes fell on Sikong Changfeng:

"I heard that if you want to enter Snow Moon City, you must break into the Dengtian Pavilion, and only after breaking through the highest level can you see the famous Snow Moon Sword Immortal."

"This poor Daoist is of a literary and weak body, so I thought if I found the Spear Immortal, I would definitely save a lot of unnecessary trouble."

"You also want to see the Snow Moon Sword Immortal?" Lei Wujie's expression became even more confused.

"Listening to Little Brother Lei's tone, you also want to go?"

"That's right, I was entrusted by my master Lei Hong to see the Snow Moon Sword Immortal. Besides that, I am also preparing to go to Snow Moon City to apprentice."

"Your aptitude is not bad, a natural exquisite heart, exactly the same as your father."

"Daoist, have you met my father?"

"He is a silly chatterbox, about the same as you."

"Uh—"

Lei Wujie was immediately speechless.

"Little Brother Sikong, give me a definite answer, can you make it convenient?" Zhuang Buran said with a smile.

"If the Yellow Millet Immortal is a weak Daoist, then there are no martial arts practitioners in the whole world," Sikong Changfeng looked at Wuxin and then said:

"After I finish dealing with some trivial matters, I will go to Snow Moon City with Daoist Zhao."

"Lei Wujie, why don't you follow this poor Daoist? This little monk Wuxin returning to the Outer Heaven is not to be a prisoner, but to become the master of the Outer Heaven who is above ten thousand people."

When Lei Wujie heard this, he couldn't help but look at Wuxin, while Mo Qixuan on the side immediately knelt on one knee and said sincerely:

"Young Sect Master, the Outer Heaven has been waiting for the Young Sect Master to return to the sect for twelve full years. Now the thirty-six sects outside the territory are divided and broken, and only the Outer Heaven has never had anyone leave."

"Uncle Mo, please get up quickly."

Wuxin hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

Mo Qixuan remained unmoved and said powerfully:

"We are all waiting for the Young Sect Master to return and take charge of the overall situation."

Wuxin pondered for a long time, then said goodbye to everyone one by one. Afterward, he waited for Xiao Se to return, but saw that he hadn't brought Ji Ruofeng over. It seemed that Ji Ruofeng still didn't want to see a certain wicked Daoist again.

Ten days later.

Sikong Changfeng brought everyone to a city called Xiaguan.

The young green-robed Daoist said leisurely:

"I have long heard that Snow Moon City is divided into two cities, Shangguan and Xiaguan. Generally, if you want to enter Shangguan and see the real Snow Moon City, you must either have a name card or pass the Dengtian Pavilion."

"And once you reach the sixteenth floor, you can see the three city lords who are famous throughout the world."

"Daoist Zhao, with the name of Wangcheng Mountain, where is there a need to pass the Dengtian Pavilion?" Sikong Changfeng said meaningfully:

"I think as long as you are willing to descend the mountain to Snow Moon City, the people in the city will definitely come to see you on their own initiative."

The young green-robed Daoist said noncommittally, glancing at the red-clothed youth:

"Lei Wujie, what are you still staring at? Qianluo little girl and Tang kid are two of the pavilion guards. Why don't you take advantage of their inattention and slip into the Dengtian Pavilion."

"You don't think that just by relying on your Diamond Mortal Realm cultivation, you can beat them, right? This one is in the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Realm, and that one is in the Free and Unfettered Earth Realm."

He waved his sleeves, and the steed under Lei Wujie flew out like an arrow.

"Why are you two still stunned? Hurry up and chase," Zhuang Buran reminded Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo:

"Beat him half to death, let that naive kid understand what the dangers of the Jianghu are."

After the two heard this, the steeds under them ran automatically.

Sikong Changfeng shook his head and laughed:

"No wonder Dongjun looks at a loss for words every time he mentions Daoist Zhao."

"This poor Daoist is always easy to get along with. If someone feels it is not easy to get along with, they have to find the reason in themselves."

The young green-robed Daoist paused and said:

"Little Brother Sikong, don't tell someone that this poor Daoist has arrived in Snow Moon City yet."

"Hahaha, does Daoist Zhao know that when my master brought me and Dongjun to Snow Moon City, he couldn't wait to see the person he was worried about?" Sikong Changfeng laughed.

"I'm afraid that in order to break the sword moves I used in the past, she will smash your Dengtian Pavilion by the way."

After Zhuang Buran finished speaking, the donkey under him started to trot.

Li Fansong and Feixuan on the side looked at each other tacitly after hearing this, and a look of curiosity appeared on their faces, as if they understood a little why the young green-robed Daoist wanted to come to Snow Moon City.

"Xiao Se, I hope that during your time in Snow Moon City, you will think clearly about whether you came to ask for silver with Lei Wujie, or for some more important matters."

Sikong Changfeng looked at Xiao Se meaningfully, then rode his horse into Xiaguan City.

Five days later.

Outside a large pavilion, a red-clothed youth slammed to the ground, and then a delicate Daoist carrying a peach wood sword also slammed down.

"Miss Qianluo is too ruthless. Relying on her Free and Unfettered Earth Realm cultivation, she beat us down the pavilion seven or eight times."

"Can we really pass this fourteenth floor!"

Li Fansong endured the severe pain in his body, held his waist, and climbed up from the ground.

"If it weren't for the senior brother helping on the side, how could she alone have knocked us down repeatedly?" Lei Wujie stood up, baring his teeth.

Li Fansong sighed:

"If I had known, I wouldn't have asked Martial Uncle about the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, otherwise I wouldn't have come to break into this Dengtian Pavilion with you."

The two brothers in misfortune helped each other into an inn and saw a young green-robed Daoist drinking wine leisurely, while the little Daoist Feixuan was burying his head in eating.

"Lei Wujie, this poor Daoist will teach you a move that will definitely get you to the fifteenth floor," Zhuang Buran said with a smile:

"Once you reach the fourteenth floor, kneel on the ground with a thud, and tell with tears in your eyes that your father died in battle on the battlefield shortly after you were born, and your mother died of depression when you were three years old. You were brought up by your master Lei Hong since you were a child."

"Master's kindness is like a mountain. He asked me to see the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, so I must see her. If you continue to stop me from climbing the pavilion, I will hit my head against the pillar and die."

Lei Wujie was speechless and shook his head repeatedly:

"A man has gold under his knees; I won't do it."

"There is also a saying that a great man can bend and stretch," the young green-robed Daoist said slowly.

Lei Wujie ignored him and walked to another table, sitting next to Xiao Se:

"Do you have any good ideas?"

"Miss Qianluo has blocked you for several days; it shouldn't be long before she and Tang Lian let you up to the fifteenth floor," Xiao Se said softly.

"That's right, even if you don't look at the monk's face, you look at the Buddha's face. I have been through life and death with Miss Qianluo and Senior Brother; how could they bear to keep blocking me on the fourteenth floor?"

On the other side, the young green-robed Daoist picked up a chicken leg and put it in the bowl of Li Fansong, who sat down to eat:

"Eat more, wait until the fifteenth floor, don't lose the prestige of our Wangcheng Mountain."

A sense of ominous foreboding immediately arose in Li Fansong's heart, and he hurriedly said:

"Martial Uncle, I can't even break through the fourteenth floor, why don't we just forget it."

"For your aptitude and understanding, if you take more beatings now, you can take fewer detours in the future," the young green-robed Daoist smiled.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 181 =====