Chapter 44

Ten days later.

Behind Mount Zhongnan.

A youth in a green robe passed through the jungle and came to a place that looked like a tomb; a stone tablet was erected here, with the four characters "Outsiders Stop" engraved on the tablet.

As he flicked his fingers, with a "chi" sound, the heavy stone door rumbled.

Before long, two women walked out, and they were followed by an old woman.

He saw one of the women, wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, bright eyes and white teeth, a very outstanding beauty.

The other woman was wearing a light gauze-like white dress, as if she were in smoke and fog, about sixteen or seventeen years old; except for a head of black hair, her whole body was snow-white, and her face was beautiful and vulgar.

"Zhuang Buran, long time no see; you look much younger than me," the Taoist nun's voice was soft and graceful, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling.

"Zhuang just said why I haven't heard your news for so many years; it turns out you returned to the ancient tomb long ago."

The youth in the green robe was slightly surprised:

"No, that's not right; with your temperament of living for love and dying for love, after being hurt by love, shouldn't you have turned into a female demon who kills without blinking?"

Li Mochou laughed when she heard this:

"You are Yama in the world; in front of you, who dares to say that they are a demon."

"Can't tell!" Zhuang Buran looked at the Taoist nun up and down:

"With your temperament, you would actually have a day of letting go."

"What letting go? It's just that I learned something from you."

Li Mochou's eyes were stunned:

"Since the parting at Taihu Lake, I don't know how I returned to Mount Zhongnan, and then I gathered the courage to return to the sect; I didn't expect the master not to blame me, just simply saying 'you're back'."

"Have you never left the ancient tomb since then?" Zhuang Buran asked with interest.

"You said I have the temperament of living for love and dying for love; how could I not have left the ancient tomb."

Li Mochou's tone was flat:

"A few years ago, to fulfill the ten-year appointment, I went to Jiaxing once, and only then did I know that Lu Zhanyuan and his wife had died one after another."

"Before that person died, it seemed that he was afraid of me implicating the innocent, and even sent the handkerchief I gave him to his niece."

"Oh, what is your feeling?" Zhuang Buran was like listening to a play.

"I don't know why, but I didn't have the hysterical feeling I imagined; like the ten years in the ancient tomb, my state of mind was unusually peaceful," Li Mochou's face was light and breezy:

"Not caring is the only thing I learned from the short time I spent with you."

"I don't know if it's your good understanding, or Zhuang's extreme kindness as a teacher, that actually allowed someone with your temperament to open up."

Zhuang Buran said leisurely:

"It's a pity you didn't learn the essence; not caring and being narrow-minded have nothing to do with each other; if Zhuang were you, I would definitely slaughter the Lu family from top to bottom, and even the dog would have to be cooked."

"Zhuang Buran, for so many years, you really haven't changed at all; you are still the Yama Zhuang who did all kinds of evil," Li Mochou sighed.

"Stop talking nonsense; have you added any new blood to your sect in recent years?" the youth in the green robe asked.

Li Mochou asked back:

"Not to mention myself, do you think my junior sister looks like someone who would take disciples?"

"Clear and elegant, but her expression is cold and indifferent; I'm afraid she doesn't even know what joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are," Zhuang Buran glanced at the white-clothed girl and said:

"It seems that the person is indeed not on Mount Zhongnan."

"What kind of person are you looking for?"

Li Mochou's face was curious; she couldn't imagine that this youth in the green robe still had a day when he was looking for someone but couldn't find them; according to his temperament, he had always been indifferent to things that didn't concern him.

"Enemy," Zhuang Buran said slowly:

"For these years, I have finally cleared some remnants cleanly, such as the remaining sect members of the Kongtong Sect, Kunlun Sect, Diancang Sect, etc., but heaven does not favor people, and there are still a few fish that slipped through the net that I have always been unable to find; it is really strange."

Once this was said, there was silence on the field.

"It's worthy of you; your narrow-mindedness is indeed smaller than a needle's eye," Li Mochou shook her head helplessly.

"Forget it, I'll just wait for those few to come to my door," Zhuang Buran turned and left.

"Hey, you're leaving so soon? Don't you plan to stay for a few more days?" Li Mochou shouted.

The youth in the green robe opened his mouth without looking back:

"You two, one is an ice block, one is a smiling tiger; Zhuang will still find a quiet place on the mountain to build a hut and live."

"The temperament is still so bad; you are not a monk, yet you feel that women are tigers," Li Mochou scolded with a low laugh.

Time flies, like the flowing sand between fingers, slipping away silently, in the blink of an eye, twenty years.

I don't know when it started, but it spread that there was an immortal who never aged living on Mount Zhongnan, but it was the famous Untainted Immortal living in a hut here.

So much so that I don't know how many martial arts practitioners and seekers of immortality traveled thousands of miles to Mount Zhongnan, mostly just to seek the immortal face, and many people also had the idea of apprenticeship.

But after so many years, I haven't heard of anyone who succeeded.

Just because that Untainted Immortal has always lived in seclusion, and the dignified number one major sect in the world, the Quanzhen Sect, has turned into a mountain-guarding existence, becoming a blocking evil tiger in the eyes of those who come to see the immortal.

This day.

A group of men in their thirties or forties with vigorous breath rode fast horses and came to the foot of Mount Zhongnan.

"I heard that the Untainted Immortal lives in a hut here, so we came to visit,"

The one-armed man who was the leader said loudly to dozens of Quanzhen Taoists:

"My father's surname is Yang, and he is an old friend of the Untainted Immortal; you just need to pass this on, and I believe the Untainted Immortal will definitely see us."

A middle-aged Taoist stared at the one-armed man's face and frowned:

"How does this poor Taoist feel that the benefactor looks familiar?"

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Wang, your memory is still as good as before; early years, I joined Quanzhen under the pseudonym Mu."

"Junior Brother Mu, is it really you!" the Taoist surnamed Wang was surprised:

"After you went down the mountain, there was no news, and everyone thought you had met with misfortune."

"Idle words are few; I had bitter difficulties in the past, so I will trouble Senior Brother Wang to report it," the one-armed man said solemnly.

The Taoist surnamed Wang hesitated for a while and said:

"Senior Zhuang has always not seen outsiders; I can only try to help you convey it."

"Thank you!"

More than half an hour later, the one-armed man led seven or eight people behind him and, under the guidance of the Taoist surnamed Wang, came to a bamboo building.

"This is Senior Zhuang's residence."

After the one-armed man heard this, he looked around, his expression inexplicable, and said loudly:

"I originally thought that the earth-shaking Zhuang Immortal was no longer a mortal, and should take heaven as a quilt, earth as a bed, not eat the five grains of the world, but suck wind and drink dew, absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and swallow the essence of nature."

"Junior Brother Mu—"

The Taoist surnamed Wang's face was anxious, just wanting to speak, but was interrupted by the one-armed man, who shouted:

"Yang Guo, son of Yang Kang, pays respects to Zhuang Immortal!"

After he finished speaking, the few people behind him spoke one after another:

"Wu Xiuwen, son of Wu Santong, pays respects to Zhuang Immortal!"

"Wu Dunru, son of Wu Santong, pays respects to Zhuang Immortal!"

The bamboo door was suddenly opened, and a youth in a green robe walked out slowly.

Everyone's pupils shrank, seeing him barefoot, in green, with white hair, and as the rumors said, with a face that never aged, it was really difficult to suppress the complicated emotions in their hearts.

At this moment, there was no longer the unique essence light of martial arts practitioners in the youth in the green robe's eyes, and the gentle brilliance covered by his eyes was restrained, giving people the feeling of just an ordinary, lazy youth next door.

"Interesting, Avengers Alliance."

(End of chapter)