Song of Adolescence

Qingcheng Mountain.

Hall of Universe.

A middle-aged Taoist priest in purple robes sat there, closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was wandering thousands of miles away. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there seemed to be purple light flowing in his eyes, and the Sanqing Patriarch behind him trembled suddenly, shaking as if he was about to fall down. The middle-aged Taoist stood up, pinched his fingers, and frowned, and finally raised his head suddenly, looking at the statue of Sanqing Patriarch, his eyes staring.

The image of Patriarch stopped shaking instantly, and the Patriarchs still looked solemn and solemn.

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Qingxiao!" I saw a long sword flying from a distance. As soon as the middle-aged Taoist grasped it, he pulled out the body of the sword. The sword body was flying with glowing light and there was a faint spell on it. flash.

The sword of Taoism is the most famous sword in the world, and the treasure of the mountain in Qingcheng Mountain-Qingxiao Sword, is also the sword of the successive heads of Qingcheng Mountain. Therefore, standing in the Hall of Universe at this moment is the youngest leader since Qingcheng Mountain was built, and also the legendary figure near the gods-Taoist sword fairy Zhao Yuzhen.

The five sword immortals, Xueyue Sword Fairy’s sword is the most beautiful, the Confucian Sword Fairy’s sword is the most elegant, the Wrath Sword Fairy’s sword is the most dominant, the Gujian Fairy’s sword is the most unique, and the Taoist Sword Fairy’s sword is called the most worthy The word "Xian" in Shangjianxian. Not immersed in mortal dust, not stained with mortal blood, Zhao Yuzhen has not gone down the mountain for more than 30 years, and he has been asking for the truth.

At this moment, Zhao Yuzhen gently wiped Qingxiao, and Qingxiao sword flashed under the spell, seeming to respond. In the end, he sighed slightly, inserted the sword body back into the sheath, and placed the sword respectfully in front of the statue of the Sanqing Patriarch. Zhao Yuzhen lowered his head and whispered to the patriarch's image: "The disciple Zhao Yuzhen is not filial, and he is going down today."

The Sanqing Patriarch's image suddenly trembled violently again, this time more violently than before, and almost the entire Qiankun Palace trembled. Zhao Yuzhen turned a deaf ear. He just looked up at the swaying roof of the palace and smiled: "This Hall of Universe has been lifted twice, and it is really not strong." He turned around and walked slowly to the door, lightly. Opened the door lightly.

The four old men with all white beards and hair, and a fairy-like body stood there, looking at Zhao Yuzhen.

"Uncle Yin, everyone says that I am considered the number one in the world, but I think that Uncle is the number one. Why do you come to block the way every time I think about going down the mountain?" Zhao Yuzhen put his hands behind him, smiling and looking towards the head. Old man.

Qingcheng Mountain now has the highest seniority, and even the former head teacher Lu Suzhen has to call out Senior Brother Yin Changsong to look at the young head teacher in front of him, and point to the sky helplessly: "Why do you want to go down the mountain?"

I saw many unknown birds hovering in the sky, neighing around the Hall of Universe.

"Uncle, I want to go down the mountain to take a look, 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 live up to the hard work your Master and Qingcheng Mountain have done to you?"

"It seems to be true. I have already left the Qingxiao sword. Uncle Yin will be invited to take the position of the instructor. After Feixuan grows up, let him teach it to him." Zhao Yuzhen stepped out of the hall slowly and shouted softly. Said, "Peach Blossom!"

I saw a bright red peach wood sword flying from nowhere, over the heads of the four celestial masters, and landed on Zhao Yuzhen’s hands. He stroked the sword, with a gentle expression in his eyes, he whispered softly. : "Peach Blossom, shall we go find her?"

The red light on Taohua Jianjian suddenly soared, as if responding to his words.

He suddenly raised his head: "Uncles and uncles, Yuzhen is going down the mountain."

"Even for the dead teacher brother, I won't allow you to go down the mountain." Yin Changsong said solemnly.

"Uncle, I just saw it." Zhao Yuzhen sighed.

Yin Changsong shook his head: "When you are related to one thing, the future you see is not accurate. You can't count the lives of your own lives. The teacher in charge should have taught you that year."

"I'm different." Zhao Yuzhen took another step forward, "I am Zhao Yuzhen. Although I have never walked in the rivers and lakes, I know they call me."

"Dao Sword Fairy!"

"Block the way!" Yin Changsong yelled suddenly, and the four celestial masters simultaneously drew out the long swords from their waists, lined up in front of the hall.

"You can't stop me." Zhao Yuzhen leaped slightly, and in the next instant, he had fallen behind the four celestial masters. He gently shook the Peach Flower Sword in his hand, with four stainless steel long swords attached to it, which was rapidly rotating around the Peach Flower Sword. He flicked back, and the four long swords had been nailed to the plaque of the Hall of Universe.

Among the four celestial masters of Mount Qingcheng, three have entered the free state, and Yin Changsong has stepped into the free world after the last round of retreat. But the four teamed up, but they couldn't stop Zhao Yuzhen with a sword.

"Daofa has ranked first in Qingcheng Mountain in a hundred years, and swordsmanship has ranked first in Qingcheng Mountain in a hundred years. It is a blessing for Qingcheng Mountain to stay in Qingcheng Mountain for such talents. It is also a regret for Qingcheng Mountain to not be able to descend." The former head teacher Lu Suzhen had left before his death After such a passage.

"Yuzhen." Yin Changsong turned around, tears running under his cheeks.

"Uncle Yin." Zhao Yuzhen didn't look back, his tone was calm.

"You can go down the mountain." Yin Changsong's voice was exhausted, "but remember to go back to the mountain."

Zhao Yuzhen smiled, tied the peach flower sword, and nodded softly: "It's okay to go back to the mountain, but the headmaster is still inappropriate. I didn't want to ask for help. How can I prevent the heavens from staying?

"Junior Brother, I can't help you." Yin Changsong suddenly turned around and knelt down facing the ancestor in the temple.

"Master, the disciple can't help you." Zhao Yuzhen walked forward step by step, the birds in the sky screamed, and the clouds were covered in an instant and the sky thundered. Zhao Yuzhen walked down the mountain step by step. When the disciples around saw him, they all knelt to the ground. It's just that when Zhao Yu really walked down the mountain, suddenly two people stopped in front of him.

A little Taoist, a stinky scholar.

The descendant of Qingcheng Mountain Taoism is Feixuan, and the descendant of swordsmanship is Li Fansong.

"Uncle Master." Feixuan whispered.

"Master!" Li Fansong cried faintly.

"The four ancestors can't stop me, what are you doing here? Are you looking for a fight?" Although Zhao Yuzhen's tone was fierce, there was still a faint smile on his face.

"The disciple is not talented, and even if you die, you have to stop the way of the master." Li Fansong clenched the peach wood sword named "Drunken Song" and gritted his teeth.

"There is momentum, but the hand holding the sword shouldn't shake." Zhao Yuzhen looked at Li Fansong's trembling hand and laughed.

"Master, I'm afraid." Li Fansong was about to cry.

"Stupid boy, what are you afraid of." Zhao Yuzhen stepped forward, already behind them, "I am going down the mountain, not looking for death."

Feixuan turned around and knelt down to Zhao Yuzhen: "Uncle Shi, I heard what the ancestors said. At that time, Master Lu Suzhen gave a divination to Uncle Master. If Uncle Master does not go down the mountain, Qingcheng Mountain can be prosperous for a century. If Uncle Master goes down the mountain..."

"Then you will die in the deserted beach, and the blood will flow into a river." Zhao Yuzhen smiled and continued.

"Master!" Li Fansong also knelt down vigorously.