BXBX NOVEL Chapter 126 Daoist Sword Immortal Goes Down His Mountain (Part 1)
Chapter 126 Daoist Sword Immortal Goes Down His Mountain (Part 1)
Qingcheng Mountain.
Qian Kun Hall.
A middle-aged Daoist priest in purple robes sat inside with his eyes closed while he kept his silence, as if he was presently wandering thousands of miles away. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there seemed to be purple light flowing from his eyes. Behind him, the statues of the San Qing Divine Teachers began to wobble, swaying as if they were about to collapse. The middle-aged Daoist priest stood up, pinched his fingers in fierce calculation, and the more he calculated, the more he frowned. Then, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the statues of the San Qing Divine Teachers, his eyes piercingly cold.
The statues of the Divine Teachers stopped shaking in an instant, and the other grandteachers also maintained that perpetual solemn look, quiet and grave.
The middle-aged Daoist priest suddenly called out in a low voice, "Azure Empyrean!" A long sword flew towards him from a distance. As soon as the middle-aged Daoist priest grasped it, he drew the sword. The blade of the sword glowed and a talisman flashed on its surface.
The sword of Daoism, ranked sixth among the famous swords under Heaven, the treasure of the Qingcheng mountain range - Azure Empyrean sword. It was also the sword of generations of sectmasters of Qingcheng Mountain. Therefore, standing in the middle of the Qian Kun Hall at this moment was the youngest sectmaster in the history of the founding of Qingcheng Mountain, and he was also the legendary person regarded as closest to an immortal deity - Daoist Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen.
Among the five great sword immortals, Snow Moon Sword Immortal\'s sword was the most beautiful, Confucian Sword Immortal\'s sword was the most elegant, Wrath Sword Immortal\'s sword was the most tyrannical, Solitary Sword Immortal’s sword was the most unique, and Daoist Sword Immortal\'s sword was called the most worthy of the word “immortal”. It was not tainted by the mundane world, nor stained with mortal blood. Zhao Yuzhen had never left the mountain in all of his thirty plus years. He devoted his heart to Dao, and if one day, he truly rode on a crane and ascended to Heaven, no one would be surprised.
Yet right at this moment, Zhao Yuzhen brushed his fingers gently over Azure Empyrean. The Azure Empyrean sword flashed under the talisman’s spell, seeming to be responding. In the end, he sighed softly, inserted the sword back into its sheath, and respectfully placed the sword before the statues of the San Qing Divine Teachers. Zhao Yuzhen lowered his head and whispered to the Divine Teachers’ statues, "This disciple, Zhao Yuzhen, is not filial. He is going down the mountain today."
The statues of the San Qing Divine Teachers suddenly wobbled violently again, this time more violently than before, and almost the entire Qian Kun Hall was shaking. However, Zhao Yuzhen turned a deaf ear and he raised his head to look up at the swaying roof of the hall and smiled. "This Qian Kun Hall has been lifted twice by various people. It’s really not that sturdy." He turned around, walked slowly to the door and pushed open the door lightly.
Four elderly men, all with white beards and hair, stood there emitting the aura of immortals, and looked at Zhao Yuzhen.
"Yin-shibo, everyone says that I am considered number one under Heaven when it comes to divination, but I think shibo must be number one. Why do you come to block the way every time I even think about going down the mountain?" Zhao Yuzhen clasped his hands together behind his back and smiled at the leader of the old men.
The old man who was currently the most senior in Qingcheng Mountain, whom even the former Sectmaster Lü Suzhen had to call Yin-shixiong, was Yin Changsong. He looked at the young Sectmaster before him and pointed at the sky with exasperation. "If you want to go down the mountain, would I need to divine it?"
There were numerous unknown birds in the sky, crying as they circled Qian Kun Hall.
"Shibo, I want to go down the mountain to take a look at the world. It’s a bit boring to stay on the mountain." Zhao Yuzhen still smiled faintly.
Yin Changsong said sternly, "Yuzhen, are you really going to waste all the hard work your shifu and everyone at Qingcheng Mountain have done for you?"
"That seems to be the case. I have already left the Azure Empyrean sword behind. Yin-shibo should take over the position of Sectmaster. When Fei Xuan grows up, you can then pass it on to him." Zhao Yuzhen stepped out of the hall slowly and called out in a soft voice, "Peach Blossom!"
A bright red peach wood sword flew out from nowhere, passed over the heads of the four celestial masters and landed in Zhao Yuzhen’s hand. He stroked the blade of the sword, a gentle expression in his eyes, and whispered softly, "Peach Blossom, shall we go look for her?"
The red light on the Peach Blossom sword suddenly flared up, as if responding to his words.
He suddenly raised his head. "Shibo and shishu, Yuzhen is going down the mountain."
"Even if this was on behalf of our late Sectmaster-shidi, I will not allow you to go down the mountain," Yin Changsong said solemnly.
"Shibo, I saw it just now." Zhao Yuzhen sighed.
Yin Changsong shook his head. "When you are involved in a certain matter, the future you see is not accurate. You cannot divine your own life. Sectmaster-shidi should have taught you that in the past."
"I\'m different." Zhao Yuzhen took another step forward. "I am Zhao Yuzhen. Although I have never walked in the martial world, I know what they call me.
"Daoist Sword Immortal!"
"Block the road!" Yin Changsong yelled suddenly, and the four celestial masters simultaneously drew the long swords from their waists, and lined up in front of the great hall.
"You can\'t stop me." Zhao Yuzhen leaped slightly, and in the next instant, he had landed behind the four celestial masters. He gently shook the Peach Blossom sword in his hand, and four steel long swords were attached to it and rapidly rotating around the Peach Blossom sword. He flicked backwards, and the four long swords were nailed onto the Qian Kun Hall name plaque.
Among the four celestial masters of Qingcheng Mountain, three had entered the Unrestrained Earthly Realm, and Yin Changsong had stepped into the Unfettered Heavenly Realm after his last seclusion. But even with the four of them joining forces, they couldn\'t stop Zhao Yuzhen’s single sword move.
"Your Daoist arts are ranked first in a century on Qingcheng Mountain, and your swordsmanship is also ranked first in a century on Qingcheng Mountain. It is a blessing for Qingcheng Mountain to have such a talent stay here on Qingcheng Mountain, but it is also a regret for Qingcheng Mountain that you are not allowed to leave." The former Sectmaster Lü Suzhen left this verse just before he passed away.
"Yuzhen." Yin Changsong turned around, tears running over his cheeks.
"Yin-shibo." Zhao Yuzhen didn\'t look back, his tone remained calm.
"You can go down the mountain." Yin Changsong\'s voice was already exhausted. "But you must also remember to return to the mountain."
Zhao Yuzhen smiled, kept his Peach Blossom sword, and nodded lightly. "I can return to the mountain, but I still won’t continue as Sectmaster. I didn\'t want to follow Daoism originally, and was forced to stay by the Heavenly Way. I only wish for a piece of peach blossom forest and drink forever."
"Shidi, I have let you down." Yin Changsong suddenly turned around and knelt down facing the grandteachers’ statues within the hall.
"Shifu, this disciple was the one who let you down." Zhao Yuzhen walked forward step by step, the birds in the sky cried out, dark clouds covered the sky in an instant, and there was thunder. Zhao Yuzhen continued walking down the mountain step by step. When the disciples around saw him, they all knelt to the ground. Just when Zhao Yuzhen reached the foot of the mountain, suddenly two people stopped in front of him.
One was a little Daoist priest, the other a lousy scholar.
The progeny of Qingcheng Mountain’s Daoism, Fei Xuan, and the progeny of his swordsmanship, Li Fansong.
"Shishuzu," Fei Xuan whispered.
"Shifu!" Li Fansong sobbed faintly.
"The four elders couldn’t stop me, so what are you two doing here? Are you looking for a fight?" Although Zhao Yuzhen\'s tone was fierce, there was still a faint smile on his face.
"This disciple has no talent. Even with my death, I will stop shifu from leaving." Li Fansong clenched his hand on the peach wood sword named "Drunken Song" and gritted his teeth.
"The authority is there, but can the hand holding the sword not shake so much?" Zhao Yuzhen looked at Li Fansong\'s trembling hand and laughed.
"Shifu, I\'m scared." Li Fansong was about to cry.
"Silly boy, what are you scared about?" Zhao Yuzhen took a step forward and was already behind the two of them. "I am going down the mountain, not looking for death."
Fei Xuan turned around and knelt down before Zhao Yuzhen. "Shishuzu, I heard what the elders said. Back then, Sectmaster Lü Suzhen gave a divination to shishuzu. If shishuzu never goes down the mountain, Qingcheng Mountain would prosper for a century. But if shishuzu goes down the mountain…"
“Then, there will be war with death across the land, and blood will flow like rivers.” Zhao Yuzhen smiled and finished for him.
"Shifu!" Li Fansong also dropped to his knees.