Chapter 709: When the Lotus Rises, the Seven-Year-Old Master's Wife
Yang Yuhuan tightly grasped her small wooden sword and swallowed.
Everything before her eyes was beyond her imagination. The black dog that could eat the sun, the stone statue that turned into a yellow-turbaned giant pushing open the door, and the endless ladder behind the door, with the sea of clouds only reaching halfway up.
It seems to reach straight into the sky and connect to the heaven.
She suddenly felt that her sword might not be sharp enough and should be polished before she could compete with Li Lao Mo.
The little girl turned around silently and prepared to slip down the mountain.
Goodbye!
However, when he turned around, he was dumbfounded. The way down the mountain had disappeared, and in its place was a bottomless abyss and a vast sea of clouds. In the clouds, he could vaguely see two huge figures shuttling back and forth, one blue and one white.
roar!
There was a dragon roar and its tail swung through the clouds. Yang Yuhuan could then see clearly that it was a white dragon and a green dragon.
Two dragons playing with a pearl, seeming to be playing, but also seeming to be competing.
As if noticing the little girl's gaze, the two huge dragon heads turned towards her in unison. The green dragon spoke first, his voice was coquettish and crisp.
"Sister, is she the one the master is waiting for? She doesn't look that good."
Bai Long's voice was gentle and peaceful.
"Xiaoqing, don't say anything nonsense. The master has waited for seven years to build a temple for her in Fengqi Mountain, which shows how much he values her. We must not act rashly."
"Hmph, I know, I know~"
The two dragons flew away, leaving Yang Yuhuan alone, disheveled in the wind.
Not only did the dog talk, but there was also... a dragon?
Especially the white dragon, although her voice was gentle, she was truly unfathomable. Just by being glanced at by her, he felt a strong sense of crisis.
"Okay, hurry up the mountain, the master is still waiting for you."
After Xiaotian said this, he once again displayed the magical power of the Heavenly Dog Eclipse the Sun, but this time the sky did not darken. Instead, ripples appeared in the void, and its figure disappeared.
After becoming an immortal, its bloodline and magical powers have been greatly enhanced. It can not only use the Sun to devour, but also affect spatial fluctuations, thereby taking people through the void.
This is also the reason why Li Daoxuan asked it to guard the door.
Although the Taoist temple he established was on Fengqi Mountain, he actually created a small world by himself using his great supernatural power to mediate the creation of nature. Here, the Golden Crow is the sun, sacred mountains support the sky, the Milky Way flows down, and there are clouds and mist for thousands of miles.
It is indeed a blessed land and paradise for Taoist immortals, a supreme wonderland.
Yang Yuhuan was deeply shocked by this generosity. The young girl suddenly remembered the stories about the imperial master that her father often told her. She always thought they were false and exaggerated before, but now...
She took a deep breath and finally stepped onto the stairs to heaven.
She didn’t know how long she walked until she could no longer see the mountain gate behind her. Then she saw a man practicing sword by the waterfall.
His hair and beard were like spears, his face was dark, and he was tall and sturdy. He carried a sword box on his back. When he exhaled sword energy, he could make a waterfall flow backwards. When he extended his sword finger, thousands of swords in the box would be fired at the same time, which could cut the clouds in the sky into pieces.
Yang Yuhuan quietly hid her small wooden sword, her face burning.
She thought she was the best swordsman in the world, but compared with the burly man in front of her, she was just a child playing house and joking.
She walked over and asked in a low voice: "You, are you Li Daoxuan?"
If he is Li Daoxuan, then it is not impossible for her to become his disciple. Such god-like swordsmanship makes her very excited.
The burly man was slightly stunned after hearing her words, then he put the sword back into the box and laughed.
"Little girl, I'm not the national teacher. My name is Yan Chixia. I'm just temporarily practicing swordsmanship in his dojo."
Yang Yuhuan's eyes lit up and she said, "Yan Chixia, how about I become your disciple? You are so powerful, Li Daoxuan must not be your opponent, right?"
Yan Chixia paused for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.
Are you comparing me to that guy?
If the other person wasn't a little girl, he would have thought that someone was deliberately speaking in a sarcastic way.
Shaking his head, he sighed, "Compared to the Imperial Master, my swordsmanship is just like a poor horse compared to a unicorn , a jackdaw meeting a phoenix, or a grain of rice competing with the bright moon."
This wasn't a false compliment from him; it was genuine.
He has always been a proud person. When he first entered the dojo, he wanted to find the national master to compete with him in order to verify his understanding of kendo over the years.
However, when he saw the national teacher split the sky and the earth with one sword, reshape the earth, water, wind and fire, and transform the original ten thousand feet large dojo into a vast universe, his unwillingness to admit defeat was completely extinguished.
The subsequent competition also proved this point.
"How is that possible? Are you lying to me?"
Xiao Yuhuan was skeptical and didn't quite believe it. In her opinion, Yan Chixia's swordsmanship was already as incredible as that of a god. No matter how strong Li Daoxuan was, how much stronger could he be?
Yan Chixia was an open and honest person. He smiled and said, "Little kid, why would I lie to you? I once sparred with the national master. He has seven swords, each of which is a unique divine sword in the world, and each one is more powerful than the last. Guess how many swords I lasted?"
Yang Yuhuan held up three fingers and said, "Sword Three?"
Yan Chixia shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I didn't even see Lian Jianyi, because in front of him, I couldn't even unsheathe my sword."
When his master was still alive, he once had a sword duel with the national master. Although he was defeated miserably, he was still able to draw his sword and show his prowess.
However, now that decades have passed, he has become a sword immortal at the peak of Yangshen level, but the gap between them is even greater than it was back then.
Yang Yuhuan fell into silence.
She has an innate magical power. When she concentrates, she can hear the other person's thoughts, which is a bit like the Buddhist telepathy.
She just listened and found that the other party was not lying. The admiration and inferiority he expressed were very pure and sincere.
After bidding farewell to Yan Chixia, Xiao Yuhuan continued to move forward, but this time, there was a hint of curiosity and uneasiness in her eyes.
What kind of person is Li Daoxuan?
After walking for an unknown amount of time, she saw another person, a woman of extraordinary beauty. She was wearing a red dress, her skin was as white as ice and snow, her hair was tied up with a green hairpin, and her temperament was majestic and gorgeous, as cold as frost.
Those dark, deep eyes were looking down at her, examining her closely.
She is so pretty...
Yang Yuhuan was a little envious. From childhood to adulthood, she had never seen such a beautiful woman. But for some reason, the look in her eyes was a little scary.
Xiao Yuhuan subconsciously clenched the wooden sword in her hand, concentrating on listening to the other person's thoughts.
hostility!
In an instant, she felt a chill . Although she did not hear any specific sound, she could feel the other party's attitude. The faint hostility made her feel like she was falling into an icy cave.
Chen Ziyu slightly side-glanced, looked at her quietly, her voice indifferent.
"We finally meet, Taizhen."
Terrible, as terrible as being on the edge of an abyss!
Yang Yuhuan subconsciously took a few steps back and said, "You, what are you talking about? I'm not Taizhen, I'm Yang Yuhuan!"
The bearded swordsman before did not have such a terrible sense of oppression.
Chen Ziyu didn't say anything, but slowly reached out her hand and touched Yang Yuhuan's head.
Yang Yuhuan wanted to hide, but she felt her body was stiff and she couldn't move at all, as if there was an invisible restraint. No matter how anxious or angry she was, she could not break free.
"Master's wife, don't!"
A figure flew over, wearing a light yellow dress, long hair like a waterfall, bright eyes and white teeth, with a noble temperament, holding a green magic whip, which exuded a moving luster like colored glass.
The head of Xuanmen Taoism, the ancestor of the Li Tang royal family, Prince Li Lizhi!
But Chen Ziyu ignored her. Her jade hand was almost on Yang Yuhuan's head. Her eyes were cold and imposing.
In desperation, Changle swung out the magic whip in an attempt to pull Yang Yuhuan back.
However, a red lotus shadow bloomed, swaying with divine light, and hanging down wisps of fairy light, which directly shook the divine whip back.
Chen Ziyu's hand finally fell on Yang Yuhuan's head.
Changle closed his eyes, not daring to look at the bloody scene.
However, this was not the case. Chen Ziyu just gently touched Yang Yuhuan's head and said lightly: "I hope you can always think so."
After saying that, she glanced at Changle and said, "Your master is not anxious, so why are you anxious? What, do you really think I would bully a seven-year-old girl?"
Changle heaved a long sigh of relief, and hurriedly went forward to hug one of Master's Wife's arms, and said coquettishly: "No way, Master's Wife is the best, Changle likes Master's Wife the most~"
The art of acting like a spoiled child!
A smile flashed in Chen Ziyu's eyes, and she shook her head and sighed, "Your master is so lucky to have a disciple like you."
Changle giggled but thought in his heart, Master, I've been really worried about you. Think about it, I'm over 90 years old and I still have to act like a spoiled child here.
"Okay, I just wanted to come and see her. Now that my goal has been achieved, it's time to go."
"Won't you go see the master?"
Chen Ziyu smiled slightly, touched her flat belly, and said, "I've seen it."
Her lotus Dharma body has fully matured and is now capable of producing lotus seeds.
The purpose of this trip has been achieved. Even facing the reincarnation of the love rival, he actually finds him somewhat pleasing to the eye.
Chen Ziyu turned into a rainbow and left, and Changle bowed to see her off.
"Farewell, Master's Wife!"
She let out a long breath, then turned and looked at Yang Yuhuan, who was a little frightened, with a hint of curiosity and kindness in her eyes.
Is this Master Taizhen’s wife?
She had read Xuanzhenji many times and had a great liking for Master Taizhen, so she squatted down and helped her wipe her dirty little face, saying softly, "Why is it so dirty? Come on, sister - I'll take you to take a bath and change clothes."
As if she felt the other party's kindness, Yang Yuhuan relaxed a lot. She raised her little face and said, "Sister——"
"Ahem, Yuhuan, you should just call me Changle. The generations cannot be messed up."
Master's wife calls me sister?
Although Yang Yuhuan didn't understand, she nodded and said, "Changle... Fairy, the woman in red just now didn't seem to like me very much. Did I do something wrong to make her angry?"
Changle couldn't help but hold her in his arms, patted her back, and said softly: "I didn't do anything wrong, don't think too much, Master Ziyu's temperament is cold, but her heart is kind."
After that, she took Yang Yuhuan to soak in the hot spring, washed off the dirt, and changed into a beautiful white Liuxian dress, which made her eyes brighten.
Her face is as delicate and lovely as a piece of jade, her skin is as white as jade, and her eyes are as clear as snow, as if she is a little fairy walking out of a painting.
What a beauty.
"Fairy Changle, are you going to take me to see Li Daoxuan?"
Yang Yuhuan tightly grasped her small wooden sword, as if only this could give her a sense of security.
Changle nodded and said, "When you see the master, don't be so naughty and be good, okay?"
Yang Yuhuan nodded. She was not afraid. Instead, she planned to infiltrate the enemy first, work hard to become stronger, and then avenge herself on Li Lao Mo!
Well, I am the undercover heroine who endures humiliation and bears heavy burdens!
Under the leadership of Changle, the two finally arrived at the top of the mountain. Below them were white clouds like the sea, the Milky Way like a waterfall, and above their heads was the Golden Crow patrolling the sky. They could vaguely see divine birds playing and white deer roaming around.
Under the solitary pine tree, two figures were playing chess.
A man with snow-white hair combed neatly, sitting upright, meticulously.
The other man was wearing white clothes and a gold belt, looking unrestrained and carefree, and seemed to be only in his twenties. However, his every move had an otherworldly air, as if he were a fairy wandering in the bustling city, without any restrictions.
The two people formed a very sharp contrast.
Yang Yuhuan subconsciously thought that the white-haired Taoist was Li Daoxuan, and used her mind-reading ability. Then she felt an indescribable sadness and worry.
It is the worry about the lives of the common people, and the pessimism and despair about the fate of the world.
But even in such a tragic situation, he remained calm and played chess meticulously. Yang Yuhuan admired his determination.
He is worthy of being the legendary Demon Li!
At this moment, she saw Fairy Changle bowing to the young Taoist priest who was in his twenties.
"Master, I have brought the jade ring here. Master Ziyu came just now, but she didn't do anything."
Li Daoxuan nodded and smiled: "I already know about this matter, thank you for your hard work."
Then he looked at Yang Yuhuan, and was slightly dazed when he saw her in the white dress.
She looks very much like her senior sister, especially her eyes, which are smart and firm, as if all the hardships in the world cannot trap her heart that yearns for beauty and freedom.
But he also knew very well that Yang Yuhuan was not his senior sister.
Xiao Yuhuan was shocked. She didn’t expect that this handsome young man who looked to be in his twenties was actually... Li Lao Mo?
And for some reason, when she saw Li Lao Mo, she felt an inexplicable sense of closeness in her heart.
He must have cast a spell on me!
Yang Yuhuan subconsciously used her mind-reading ability and successfully read out a sentence.
"Little girl, it's not nice to just pry into other people's hearts."
For a moment, Yang Yuhuan's scalp went numb, and she looked at the smiling Li Lao Mo in disbelief. Under his playful gaze, she felt that all her methods were so ridiculous.
Li Daoxuan pointed his finger and a stream of light flew into her mind.
"I have taught you the method of cultivation. You can practice on your own from now on. If there is anything you don't understand... go and ask Changle."
In short, don't bother me.
"Li... Imperial Master, does this mean I am accepting you as my master?"
Li Daoxuan shook his head and said calmly: "You and I are not destined to be master and disciple. I am just the one who guides you into the Taoist sect."
Yang Yuhuan was a little puzzled and asked: "If you don't want to accept me as your disciple, why do you want to take me into the Taoist sect?"
Li Daoxuan's hand holding the chess piece paused slightly.
After a moment, his voice slowly rang out.
"Because of a promise."
He had promised his senior sister that he would continue writing their story.
Now he has done it.
