Three days later.

Zhao Qingchan has returned to Wudang Mountain.

The soul splitting of the tree demon of the Liu family has been resolved.

As the ultimate heir to the benefits, Liu Xuan's strength has skyrocketed.

He was going to come to Wudang Mountain with him.

But the Liu family was going to move again, so Brother Chan told him that after moving, he would come to Wudang to find him and let him reunite with his relatives.

Anyway, he is not in a hurry.

So.

On Wudang Mountain.

Sutra Pavilion.

Zhao Qingchan turned around with his fingers on the little flying sword, and Taoist Yuxu was watching in confusion.

Yes.

Uncle Yuxu was stunned again.

He had a full half cup of tea.

Finally, he walked over quickly, grabbed his arm and asked, "Can'er, what are your tricks..."

Um.

In the words, it’s like a child seeing a lollipop, and he likes it.

"It's a simple way to control swords with gods."

Taoist Yuxu twitched his old face. He looked at Zhao Qingchan with complicated eyes and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Nephew."

"Are you finally going to start practicing immortality?"

"Are you going to give up your uncle, and you plan to become an immortal alone and leave Wudang?"

"Did you decide with your master that you don't want me?"

"Uncle Master is over, he is a useless person, and no one loves him anymore."

"Well, Uncle Master, let go, let go." Zhao Qingchan tried his best to break free, but he kept threatening with a flying sword with his fingers: "Uncle Master, I warn you to let go quickly, I am no longer the same as I was before."

"My nephew, I am now grown up and will not be blocked by you in the house and bullied you casually, otherwise I will stab you with a flying sword."

"What I said is true, I stabbed you with the flying sword!"

"Flying Sword?"

"Sword-controlling technique?"

"Oh my god, the earth, why did you encounter the benefits?" Taoist Yuxu took two steps back dejectedly, sat on the salted fish rocking chair, staring at the sky in a daze.

Zhao Qingchan smiled and comforted: "Uncle Master, don't be sad. My nephew's martial arts luck is incredible. When I pick up hundreds of flying swords, I'll get one for Uncle Master to play with."

"By the way, uncle."

"Look at this trick again, I'm useless just now.

"Three swords come out at the same time!"

Swish!

Three pocket flying swords flew out of the sword box at the same time.

He also circled around Zhao Qingchan several times with great flexibility before he flew back staggeringly.

Taoist Yuxu was very unhappy. He turned his head with aggrieved look on his face and kept cursing: "Get out, I believe you, and Zhang Saner's old turtle will be struck to death by lightning."

Bang!

"Oh, I'll do it." Taoist Yuxu rubbed his head and turned his head, and yelled cursingly: "Okay, you little bastard, who gave you the courage..."

Not finished speaking.

Taoist Yuxu pretended to be nothing, turned around and walked towards the Sutra Pavilion, and said, "Oh, it's useless to raise a junior nephew. I'll wipe the books, I'll sweep the fallen leaves, and I'll do the hard and tiring work."

"I can't stay here in Wudang."

"If you can't stay, get out."

"..." Taoist Yuxu curled his lips and continued to wash and brush.

"Master, why did you come suddenly?"

Zhao Qingchan blinked. Zhang Sanfeng came too quickly, and he didn't have time to remind his uncle.

Tsk, I got beaten again.

It's so miserable.

I really didn't laugh.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at his closed disciple and said helplessly: "You are showing off your flying sword. Even if you are far away, you can feel the sword intent."

"No, it's this sword box, but Master, don't open it, be careful that the sword energy shoots the face." Zhao Qingchan handed over the sword box.

Zhang Sanfeng just held the sword box in his hand and his expression changed.

He gently stroked the lines on the sword box. After a long time, he said to Zhao Qingchan with a complicated expression: "This is an old sandalwood that has been for thousands of years."

"It's still the sandalwood spirit that transforms into a demon. The man made its core into a sword box, and then flew over the nine heavens to attract the thunder of heaven and earth, and then it turned into a thunder-striking sandalwood sword box."

"This is an immortal thing."

Zhao Qingchan widened her eyes and said, "I'm good."

Sure enough, Master is still yours. If you don’t have a data panel, you’re even more complete than a data panel.

"This is indeed an immortal object. The sword box itself is also the treasure of a land sword immortal, including three flying swords..."

Brother Chan faced his master, and had nothing to keep, so he told many things.

After some words.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at him with a complicated expression: "If you can make Fei Jian recognize his master, that is your ability, but you can't forget what you promised to the Liu family."

"You will remember it in mind and will definitely not forget it." Zhao Qingchan nodded.

"And you and the fairy Lin..."

"?" Zhao Qingchan slowly raised a question mark. Master, how do you know?

I remember when I returned to the mountain, you seemed to be in seclusion in the back mountain, right?

I can put three words into my mouth when I have a hard time, and I still have time to know if I accompany my sister to watch the moon?

And the next second.

Brother Chan noticed a secretly peeping gaze.

He looked back and saw a slippery back.

Damn.

OK, you voyeurism, eavesdropping maniac.

It must be your secret.

The entire Sutra Pavilion, now we are three of us. You can still run away, can I still kill you?

So.

Zhao Qingchan touched her head silly and said with a cute face: "Well, my qualifications and talents should be involved in that battle of luck, right?"

"Can participate." Zhang Sanfeng nodded.

"But I don't want you to go..."

Zhao Qingchan widened her eyes, unable to believe that his master would say such words.

But Zhang Sanfeng looked into the distance and said with a complicated expression: "Say something bad."

"The battle for luck should have been resolved by our older generation."

"But compared with the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty, there are too few masters above the four great masters."

"No one can be lost easily."

"So, the young masters decided on how to participate in the war."

"This is not the important task of you, the younger generation."

"Because once you go, you will be dead."

"In the past sixty years, there have been no life."

Zhang Sanfeng sat casually on the steps and sighed: "I accepted you as my closed disciple. I originally wanted you to inherit the Taoist tradition of Wudang and lead Wudang to carry forward it."

"A teacher is actually very selfish."
To be continued...