Chapter 183: Confucian Sword Immortal, walk slowly

"I didn't expect my Martial Uncle to have such entanglements with the Snow Moon Sword Immortal. No wonder he suddenly wanted to descend the mountain and never return," Li Fansong said with a look of realization.

"By the way, what was the bet?" Lei Wujie looked at Li Fansong:

"You are a Daoist of Wangcheng Mountain, and your master is the Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen, so you shouldn't not know."

"I really don't know; I hadn't apprenticed to Wangcheng Mountain at the time."

Xiao Se sipped his wine:

"Judging from the temperament revealed by the Yellow Millet Immortal, it must be a bet that makes people cry and laugh."

"That's true," Lei Wujie nodded.

The four drank and chatted until late at night, only Lei Wujie was the last one left, while the other three were drunk and fell asleep.

Late at night, at the peak of Cangshan.

In a courtyard, the young green-robed Daoist looked up at a mountain peak:

"Your good younger brother finally drew the Listen to Rain sword. It's a pity that like your parents, it is a so-called sword of protection."

"However, what is slightly gratifying is that he drew the sword to protect those close to him, not for the world of the Northern Li Xiao clan."

Li Hanyi flashed and appeared beside Zhuang Buran, her eyes showing a trace of sadness:

"I just don't want the reason for him to draw his sword to be for protecting something."

"Hanyi, you have a knot in your heart, which is why you have been unable to enter the half-step Wandering God realm all these years," the young green-robed Daoist's eyes flowed:

"Why don't I give you a gift in a few days to let your heart knot disappear?"

Li Hanyi was stunned for a moment: "What gift?"

"Consider it a suspense for now; you will know when the time comes," the young green-robed Daoist smiled and reminded:

"Tonight, Wushuang City Lord Song Yanhui is looking for you to test his sword. Lei Wujie, that silly kid, is trying his best to stop him from going up the mountain. Also, because of his arrival, your brother drew his sword for protection, so don't you want to teach him a lesson?"

"You are just like before, you like watching the fun," Li Hanyi glared at him and flew up, flying toward a mountain peak.

More than ten days later.

This day was the Hundred Flowers Gathering held on the fourth month of every year in Snow Moon City. Many disciples of famous families who considered themselves romantic would gather in the Wuyu Pavilion of Snow Moon City to enjoy flowers and wine.

That night.

In the lobby on the first floor of the Wuyu Pavilion, many young masters and Jianghu talents were enjoying flowers and wine in groups of three or five. In the second-floor private seat with a wide view, Sikong Changfeng and the middle-aged Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan were sitting opposite each other, drinking wine and chatting.

"I heard that the Yellow Millet Immortal, who hasn't descended the mountain for nearly twenty years, took the initiative to come to Snow Moon City?"

"Brother Xie, the news about this person is usually not known to Jianghu people. Where did you hear it?"

"Not long ago, I happened to meet Ji Ruofeng, who was struck by lightning, and only then did I know that Zhao Haizhen had descended the mountain."

Xie Xuan asked with a smile:

"Brother Sikong, do you think this existence, who never participates in the Hundred Flowers Gathering, will appear here tonight because of Zhao Haizhen?"

Sikong Changfeng waved his hands repeatedly:

"Don't, if Hanyi comes, what flowers will we enjoy? I fear the flowers arranged by Snow Moon City will be destroyed by her."

"I don't think so. I don't think she will be like before, wanting to compare sword techniques to hone her sword skills as soon as she sees an expert. For example, I used to avoid her."

"Brother Xie means that having Zhao Haizhen will make Hanyi's temperament not as fierce as before?"

"That's right."

"Then do you know that Zhao Haizhen's temperament is even more wicked than Hanyi's? He can't wait to watch people fight so he can watch the fun on the side."

Sikong Changfeng shook his head:

"I just feel that if the scene wasn't too small, he would have to go down and fight himself."

Xie Xuan smiled bitterly:

"Hearing you say that, I feel that once she appears in the Wuyu Pavilion, I have to escape Snow Moon City immediately."

Not long after, in the lobby on the first floor, the outstanding young people gathered together. If there were beauties present, eight or nine out of ten there would be fun to watch.

The appearance of a green-shirted woman staying in Snow Moon City attracted the son of the Jiangnan Duan family to come up to strike up a conversation. Previously, Tang Lian had seen that Lei Wujie had developed a secret love for the green-shirted woman Ye Ruoyi, who was recuperating in Snow Moon City. Now that Lei Wujie was still practicing sword techniques on Cangshan, Tang Lian's protective heart flared up, and he confronted Duan Xuanyi, the eldest son of the Jiangnan Duan family.

During the sparring between the two, the flowers arranged in the Wuyu Pavilion were all drawn by a sword Qi, which made Sikong Changfeng, who was watching the scene, furious and laughing:

"It really is like master like disciple. As soon as this silly kid Lei Wujie came, he made my Hundred Flowers Gathering bald."

Lei Wujie, who arrived suddenly, found that although he could use "Moonlight and Flowers," he could release it but not retract it. Seeing that Duan Xuanyi was about to be unable to resist the sword Qi and die, Ye Ruoyi flew into the sea of flowers drawn by Lei Wujie, not afraid of the sword Qi at all.

Lei Wujie, who had arrived suddenly, discovered that although he could unleash 'Moonlight and Flowers', he could unleash it but not retract it. Seeing that Duan Xuanyi was about to be unable to resist the sword Qi and die, Ye Ruoyi drifted in, ethereal and otherworldly, into the sea of flowers drawn out by Lei Wujie, completely unafraid of his sword Qi.

Following Ye Ruoyi's soft words, she flicked her sleeves, her long sleeves rolled, and she danced gracefully. Lei Wujie followed her pace with his sword.

One was walking like flowing water, leisurely, and one was carrying a sword, murderous, audible for a thousand miles.

On the eaves of the Wuyu Pavilion, two people stood suddenly. The young green-robed Daoist smiled:

"This is the Ruoyi Sword Dance. It is said that when the Ye Family Army was marching, they saw a woman in white dancing wildly with a sword, as if an immortal had descended to earth."

"Meaningless. A sword is a sword, a sharp weapon for killing. If you talk about it in terms of dance, it becomes a joke with only appearance." Li Hanyi curled her lips.

Zhuang Buran saw Xie Xuan unable to hold back from playing the flute, Xiao Se playing the zither to accompany Lei Wujie's sword dance, and Tang Lian reciting poetry, so he said:

"Look, everyone is helping your brother solve his lifelong affairs early. It seems that it won't be long before you can be an aunt."

"It's just that this silly kid has the intention." Li Hanyi shook her head.

As the sword dance stopped, Lei Wujie gradually dissipated the sword Qi around him and smiled foolishly at Ye Ruoyi:

"What a coincidence, we meet again!"

This opening line immediately broke the demeanor of an expert he had shown when he arrived, making Xiao Se and Tang Lian speechless and unable to bear to look.

The young green-robed Daoist saw this and said:

"Tsk tsk, you siblings, one cold, one silly, one inherited from the mother, one inherited from the father. You are indeed a family."

At this time, Xie Xuan summoned his book box, and four books flew out of the book box and landed in the hands of Lei Wujie, Ye Ruoyi, Xiao Se, and Tang Lian.

"It was not a wasted trip to see the Ruoyi Sword Dance tonight. I have nothing to give, so I will give each of the four little friends a book."

"Alright, I won't say much more. You can read it yourself, I'll go first."

As Xie Xuan leaped up, a cold voice drifted over:

"I just arrived, and you are leaving? Are you really that afraid of me?"

"I don't have the ability of the Yellow Millet Immortal, so it's better to see each other than not to see each other."

Xie Xuan left a sentence and turned into a phantom in the night.

"Dead bookworm!" Li Hanyi said coldly.

"Fierce woman!" A voice drifted from afar: "Xie is not talented, I thank Daoist Zhao for saving the swordsmen and experts of the world from fire and water."

The young green-robed Daoist smiled:

"A mere trifle, not worth mentioning. Confucian Sword Immortal, walk slowly. The weather is dry and the air is parched tonight, be careful of heavenly thunder falling."

After speaking, a thunderbolt fell from the night sky.

"Boom!"

A moment later, Xie Xuan's furious voice came from afar:

"Good, Xie is convinced. I only hope not to meet you two again in the future."

This sentence also made many people in the field curious about the identity of the young green-robed Daoist. Being able to walk with the Snow Moon Sword Immortal and make the Confucian Sword Immortal flee in a hurry, although it was more because of Li Hanyi's reputation, it could be seen how extraordinary this Daoist was.

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To be able to travel with the Snow Moon Sword Immortal and make the Confucian Sword Immortal flee in haste—even if it was mostly due to Li Hanyi's formidable reputation—the fact that a single word could summon lightning made Xie Xuan admire him, which shows just how extraordinary this Daoist is.

(End of this chapter)