In the evening, snow fell on Wudang, but the snow was hard to fall on the shoulders of the Fortune Taoist priest on the snow cliff. Ye Qi shook the snow on his shoulders and sat back on the chair in front of the bamboo house.

Hu Kui stared at the eyes of a copper bell, looking at the Taoist priest who did not believe in evil. At this time, the sound of dusk drums suddenly came from the top of the Yuzhu Peak. The Taoist priest shot out a sword intent from the hand of the Taoist priest, and then the clouds and mist of the entire Lotus Peak dissipated, and all sounds on the mountain settled to the end.

In the twilight and snow, the Taoist priest Wang Xiaoping, who had been enlightened for sixteen years in Wudang, was enlightened and stepped into the Taoist sect from the second-grade little master realm.

"With you, the swordsmanship in the world will not be lonely."

Wang Xiaoping put his sword in the sheath and bowed his waist to salute the white-clothed swordsman who was stroking the head of the strange beast Tiger Kui with his hands. The ceremony was a thank-you gift.

...

Wang Xiaoping's swordsmanship was accomplished and he wanted to travel around the world with his sword. After nightfall, he led an old horse and went down the mountain with a stubborn temperament. But he didn't know that when he passed by a village at the foot of the mountain, the Deng Tai'a, who was respected by the sword god by the river and lake, was eating at a family in the village without any grace.

The next day, in front of the Xuanwu archway, Deng Tai'a rode a donkey backwards, not holding peach blossoms in his hand, but an ancient black-shewn sword with complex patterns. The book boy led the donkey in his face unwillingly.

Maybe he was really afraid of the master's knock. Shutong had no arrogance on his face and shouted into the archway with a loud voice: "Taiya, the God of Peach Blossom Sword, come and have a visit."

...

The three swords on the mountain destroyed the clouds, and Wang Xiaoping accumulated sixteen years of sword intent to break the clouds. Today, the clouds and mist on the mountain were afraid that they would disappear. They were as thick as water, making it difficult for them to see the scenery of the peaks of Wudang on the snow cliff.

Hu Kui didn't sleep, and quietly stretched his body on the snow beside the blue pool. He wanted to subconsciously roar a few times. He watched the master wipe the sword on the chair and shut up quickly. According to the broken sword, it was spotless on the roof for five hundred years. It should be unnecessary to wipe it? What is this to do?

"The Spiritual Sword is indeed a sword of Lu Zu. It seems that I am not wrong. I am going to ask you about the name of Mr. Deng?"

Ye Qi put Lu Zu's sword away, looked at Deng Tai'a in surprise and said, "Ye Qi."

Suddenly one more person appeared in the clouds and mist, making Hu Kui feel as if he is facing a great enemy. His sturdy hind legs kicked up a scattered snowflake and rushed towards the man.

But when it was in mid-air, Ye Qi pressed it back.

"I also said that when my half of my apprentice goes down the mountain, I will go and see you, the Peach Blossom Sword God, but I didn't expect that you will come in person."

Deng Tai'a said a little annoyed: "When a land god died in Longhu Mountain, I went there and felt the sword intent left there. I knew you were a very powerful sword master. Then I kept showing up in the world and waiting for you to come. Unexpectedly, I couldn't see you after waiting for several months, so I had to borrow a sword tomb and come in person."

...

Shutong looked at the group of young Taoist priests surrounding him with a calm face, but he had been hiding behind the donkey at some time. Even the Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain were far away from the ordinary, and he knew that his calmness was pretending at this time.

"Where is Mr. Deng?" A Taoist priest looked at him and saw only a timid book boy. He couldn't help but ask with displeasure.
Chapter completed!