I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 255: Lone Sword Immortal, Luo Qingyang

"Look, I'm going to tear your stinky mouth apart today."

"I told you to talk more, I told you to talk more!"

"..."

Wuxin rode on Xiaose, beating and scolding him.

Facts have proved that the most powerful thing in the world is indeed the mouth.

Even one-in-a-million geniuses like Wuxin and Xiaose could not avoid verbal disputes and lose their composure.

Chu Zhao, holding hands with his two wives, was wrapped in the breeze and blended into the world. He did not show up, but everyone watched with great interest.

It’s a pity that I forgot to put some melons in the system space.

Compared with conflicts between women, conflicts between men are often easier to resolve.

After a quarrel or a fight, it's over.

Wuxin and Xiaose sat side by side on the ground, breathing heavily.

"I was wrong. There is no young master of Tianwai Tian here today, nor is there any Xiao Chuhe. I am just Wuxin, a naughty little monk in Hanshui Temple, and you are just Xiao Se in Xueluo Villa.

No matter what, Lei Wujie came here because of me, I have to bring him back."

Regardless of Xiao Se's reaction, Wuxin jumped up and quickly rushed towards the direction where the voice came from.

Chu Zhao looked at Xiao Se, who was lying on the ground with a decadent face, and sighed softly.

He knew very well that Xiao Se had an inner demon, and this inner demon was caused by a misunderstanding.

After the Xiao Ruofeng case happened, Xiao Chuhe was demoted to a commoner. On his way to leave Tianqi, he was intercepted by a mysterious master.

Ji Ruofeng was seriously injured and half disabled in order to save him, and he was also seriously injured and became a disabled person.

Xiao Se always thought that the person who injured him and Ji Ruofeng that year was the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang.

That's why he is so resistant to Mu Liangcheng and Gu Jianxian.

In Chu Zhao's opinion, this left a shadow in the child's heart.

"I've heard that Xiao Chuhe is not such a man who can't handle things. Your performance today really disappoints me."

Chu Zhao and his wife jumped down from the roof and said this while looking at his nephew lying on the ground.

"uncle?"

Xiao Se hurriedly got up, looked at the two women who came with Chu Zhao, and bowed respectfully, "Nephew Xiao Se, meet the two aunts."

Yueyao smiled and nodded, praising: "As expected of my second sister's child, he is so pretty."

Yin Luoxia was a little confused and asked, "Isn't his name Xiao Chuhe? Why is he called Xiao Se?"

Without waiting for Xiao Se to speak, Chu Zhao said calmly, "What else could it be? It's just that I lost my spirit after being beaten.

A mere Lone Sword Immortal has made you so scared that you dare not move forward. How can you take back your own things and overturn Xiao Ruofeng's case?"

A bitter smile appeared on Xiao Se's face.

Just a lone swordsman?

Only the uncle in front of me could say such words.

But then again, some things just have to be faced.

Xiao Se is well aware of his own inner demons, and understands that in order to get back what belongs to him, he will have to face Luo Qingyang sooner or later.

Since I have to face Luo Qingyang sooner or later, I can't just ignore him.

He clenched his fists and said, "Uncle, was the person who hurt me and Master back then Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal?"

"Didn't Ji Ruofeng tell you?"

"No."

Chu Zhao hummed, and was silent for a moment before he spoke: "It doesn't matter whether it is or not. What matters is that he is a roadblock on your road. If you want to move forward, you must move him away.

When you were little, I gave you a jade pendant, but unfortunately you gave it to Xiao Chong. If you had carried it with you all the time, you wouldn't have been hurt, and your master wouldn't have been hurt either. It's obvious that you were destined to have this disaster.

Sooner or later you will face off against Luo Qingyang, this is your destiny."

Xiao Se was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile: "By the way, uncle, I saw Master last night, can you help heal him?"

"It's not difficult to cure your master. I'll talk about it after I meet him. He should also go to the Western Regions."

If Chu Zhao remembered correctly, Ji Ruofeng went to the Buddhist temple in the Western Regions to see the old monk Wangyou off for the last time.

"Thank you uncle."

Xiao Se was immediately delighted, and looked in the direction where Lei Wujie had made the noise before, his eyes gradually becoming firm: "Uncle, I'll go see Lei Wujie first."

Chu Zhao waved his hands and said nothing.

Xiao Se bowed to his two aunts again, then stood up and disappeared in a few seconds.

Chu Zhao looked back at the place where Wu Xin and Xiao Se had been fighting before, and smiled slightly: "It's great to be young."

Yin Luoxia couldn't help but smile: "You said that as if you were very old. If you go out now, people will think you are brothers with them."

Yueyao nodded in agreement and asked doubtfully, "Why don't you tell him the answer?"

As a couple for more than 20 years, Chu Zhao naturally knew what Yueyao meant.

"It doesn't matter whether we tell him or not. He can't beat anyone now anyway, and Zhuo Qing is not as intimidating as Luo Qingyang. It's better to let Luo Qingyang temper his state of mind."

Yueyao nodded: "Then let's go to Muliang City to take a look?"

"Well, now that I'm here, I naturally have to go see my old friends."

Muliang City, one of the four famous cities in the Jianghu, has no bustling markets and no living people. However, the geographical location, the low city walls and the dilapidated houses all indicate that this place was once prosperous.

But now that the prosperity has faded, there is a feeling of dead silence and desolation everywhere.

But such a desolate and silent place can be on par with Apocalypse City, Snow Moon City and Wushuang City.

Just because there is a person living in this city.

A man who has been cultivating swords for more than ten years with a desolate and dead mood.

In Chu Zhao's opinion, Luo Qingyang's character is indeed worthy of praise as he could stay in such a haunted place for more than ten years.

Anyway, if it were him, he would definitely not be able to stay.

Yin Luoxia looked around and asked in surprise, "There really is no one here. What has Luo Qingyang been eating and drinking for all these years?"

"Someone must be sending him food and drinks regularly." Yue Yao guessed.

"It's Xiao Yu."

Chu Zhao gave the answer, and then said: "There are no ghosts here, and there is nothing to see. Should we go directly to find Luo Qingyang?"

Yueyao and Yin Luoxia looked at each other, and then Yueyao shook her head: "You go by yourself, we don't have much to talk about with Luo Qingyang, Sister Yin and I are going to walk around the city."

"Okay, I'll go."

At this time, on a section of the city wall deep in Muliang City.

The Solitary Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang was maintaining his sword when the Jiuge Sword in his hand suddenly began to ring.

Luo Qingyang frowned slightly, and the sword intent and sword energy that had been nurtured in his body for more than ten years were suddenly stirring.

He opened his eyes, raised his head slightly, and his gaze seemed to travel through space.

He saw a man, a man dressed in green, blending in with the world.

His sword had begun to get excited, so excited that even its master could hardly contain himself.

He was looking at that person, and that person happened to be looking at him.

The next moment, Luo Qingyang retreated explosively and in the blink of an eye he retreated to the other side of the city wall.

His hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and the famous sword Jiuge popped out of the scabbard uncontrollably. The leaked sword energy instantly swept across the entire Muliang City.

At this moment, a person suddenly appeared where he was originally.

Appeared silently!
Luo Qingyang dared to swear that he had never seen such a strange and strange martial art.

More importantly, in his sword energy sensing, the place where the person was was empty, as if there was nothing.

"Luo Qingyang, long time no see."

Luo Qingyang looked at Chu Zhao, whose face had not changed, as if he had not left any traces of time, and could not help but be in a trance for a moment, and sighed: "Yes, I haven't seen you for more than ten years."

"Although I haven't seen you for more than ten years, your name is very familiar to me." Chu Zhao smiled and said, "I have always heard of the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, who guarded a city with one sword and extraordinary spirit. But when I saw you today... I am a little disappointed."

Luo Qingyang remained silent.

Chu Zhao glanced at the Jiuge Sword in Luo Qingyang's hand and said calmly: "Your sword is much braver than you. When it saw me, it wanted to show its edge, but unfortunately... its master is too cowardly. Compared with 20 years ago, your martial arts skills have improved a lot, but your courage is far less than that of the young man you used to be. Is it true that the higher the skills, the less courageous you are?"

As the saying goes: Even a clay man can still have some temper.

What’s more, he is the Solitary Sword Immortal, one of the five great sword immortals.

The undisguised ridicule in Chu Zhao's words made Luo Qingyang's eyes darken slightly.

However, he did not draw his sword.

Because he had kept the sword for so many years, he would only draw it for one person. Luo Qingyang stared at Chu Zhao's figure, but was shocked to find that Chu Zhao's aura was in harmony with the heaven and earth, and his sword intent could not lock on.

At this moment, he felt as if he was facing the entire world.

Chu Zhao was clearly there, but it seemed as if he was in another time and space, giving people a sense of unreality.

But Luo Qingyang knew that the man was indeed there.

When they met again, he lost again, miserably.

It was a more miserable loss than the first time they met. After all, it was the first time they met and Chu Zhao had to take action.

But right now, I’m afraid I can’t even withstand his momentum.

"How strong are you now?"

I don’t know if it’s because he hasn’t spoken for a long time, or because he has lived in an area with yellow sand for a long time, but Luo Qingyang’s voice is mixed with the unique sandy feeling of the desert.

Hoarse, yet magnetic.

"How strong?"

Chu Zhao thought for a moment and replied, "I once went to heaven with Li Changsheng to beat up the so-called immortals. Now I can beat a hundred of them with one hand without any problem."

Luo Qingyang was startled: "Are there really immortals in this world?"

"That depends on how you look at it. In my eyes, they are just a group of relatively powerful beings. But to you, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are immortals. You are still too weak."

Luo Qingyang smiled bitterly: "You didn't come here just to ridicule me, did you?"

"That's not the case. I just happened to come here and you happened to be here, so I came to talk to you about the past."

"Well, wait a moment, I'll go prepare a table of wine and food."

"Don't bother, I brought it."

On the city wall, a man in black and a man in green were sitting opposite each other.

The world-famous Jiuge Sword was inserted aside, making a buzzing sound from time to time.

Chu Zhao waved his long sleeves, and six or seven jars of wine, two plates of melon seeds and peanuts, and a dish of braised beef appeared on the top of the city wall.

Luo Qingyang was so shocked that he couldn't help but look at Chu Zhao's long sleeves.

This kind of magical method has never been seen or heard of before, but the thing it produced seems a little too vulgar.

It was like an immortal from heaven suddenly fell into the mortal world and started to eat the food of the world.

"What are you looking at? Do you think that because I've been to heaven and am more powerful than the immortals there, I should eat the wind and drink the dew, swallow the clouds and suck the mist?"

The corners of Luo Qingyang's mouth twitched, and a hint of inexplicable smile appeared on his usually serious face.

“That really shouldn’t be the case.”

Chu Zhao smiled, picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, eating it and saying, "No matter what kind of immortal they are, as long as they are in the human world, they are just human beings.

When others flatter you, just listen to it.

If you really keep it in mind, it will become a demon in your heart in the future.

Heaven and earth produce grains, which nourish human essence.

If you practice so hard that you even forget to eat and drink, then you are not an immortal, but a piece of stone."

Luo Qingyang was thoughtful and asked curiously: "Where is the immortal in the sky?"

"Are you practicing sword in order to become an immortal?" Chu Zhao asked back.

Luo Qingyang didn't understand why, but still replied: "Of course not."

Chu Zhao smiled faintly: "In my opinion, when we practice, we are practicing the Tao.

There are naturally many kinds of Tao, and the sword path you practice is one of them.

We practice Taoism not to become immortals, but to cultivate our minds.

If one's heart is free, even mortals can be immortals in the world.

If one's heart is troubled, a sword immortal is nothing more than an ordinary person."

Luo Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then he sighed: "That's true, but in this world, who can really be free of worries?"

"So, you are not an immortal, and you can never become one." Chu Zhao said with a smile.

Luo Qingyang also laughed: "That's right, that's right, I don't want to become an immortal, come, drink!"

Just as the two were talking and reminiscing about the past, yellow sand rolled outside the city, and it seemed that a large group of people were coming.

Luo Qingyang glanced into the distance and said with a smile: "The Western Region has been really lively recently. First, people from Tianqi City came, then people from Tianwaitian, and now even people from Wushuang City and Jiulong Temple have come.

What is there in the Western Regions?

When Luo Qingyang asked this question, his eyes were on Chu Zhao.

"Of course there are monks in the thirty-two Buddhist countries in the Western Regions."

"Monk?"

"You probably don't know that there was a dishonest monk in Khotan who drank alcohol and ate meat and didn't practice Buddhism. Such a monk would naturally cause trouble, so he caused trouble for a little bald man who was a bit evil. And this little bald man was involved in an old incident twelve years ago."

Luo Qingyang understood and fell silent.

Chu Zhao seemed unaware and continued to speak, "There is murderous intent around the little bald guy, and some people want to obtain his Rakshasa Hall secrets and dominate the martial arts world.

Some people want to control Tianwai Tian through him, so as to subvert the martial arts world and even leave the world.

Some people are worried that he will be the next me, or the next Ye Dingzhi, so they want to capture him or even kill him.

In short, no matter what the reason was, these people came for the little bald head.

You should know who the little bald guy is. You only recognized Xiao Yu as your godson. Now the little bald guy is also in the Western Regions, and there is murderous intent around him. If things go wrong, he will die.

Are you going out of town?"

Luo Qingyang remained silent. He took the jar of wine beside him and fell on his back.

The action seems heroic and unrestrained, but in fact it gives people a feeling of helplessness and decadence.

After taking several gulps, Luo Qingyang finally said, "Leaving the city? Why should I leave the city?"

His voice did not become warmer due to the alcohol, but became even hoarser.

"They have plenty of experts in Tianwaitian, and you came to the Western Region for him, right? There's no need for an outsider like me to take action."

Chu Zhao shook his head: "I came here just because I wanted to.

Having stayed in Yuelu City for a long time, I also want to come and see what the world will be like in a dozen years, see the scenery of the world, and see the younger generation.

As for that little bald guy, I actually despise him, but my daughter likes him anyway."

At the end, Chu Zhao's tone was extremely complicated.

Luo Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then took another sip of wine: "Do you want to control Tianwaitian through marriage?"

"You must have gone crazy from practicing sword skills. Do I really need to exchange my daughter for what I want?"

Luo Qingyang smiled: "Yes, you will go and grab it yourself."

"So, why don't you know how to rob?" Chu Zhao sighed to himself: "Luo Qingyang, you know, you are actually a very contradictory person."

"Contradiction?" Luo Qingyang expressed his confusion.

"When Ye Ding died, you should have been very happy, right?"

Luo Qingyang remained silent again, because Chu Zhao's words hit the darkest side of his heart.

As early as when Ye Dingzhi appeared, he hoped that Ye Dingzhi would die, and when Ye Dingzhi died, he was indeed somewhat happy.

Because only if Ye Dingzhi died would he have a chance.

Chu Zhao didn't expect to get his answer. He glanced at the Jiuge Sword beside him and continued to ask:

"After practicing swordplay in Muliang City for more than ten years, for whom will your Nine Songs bloom?
Is it the Concubine Xuan in the Tianqi Palace?
Or your adopted son Xiao Yu?

Or maybe, from the beginning to the end, it was all because of what you wanted but couldn't get?"

Chu Zhao still didn't need Luo Qingyang's answer, and took a sip of wine by himself: "When Ye Dingzhi robbed his bride, you, Baili Dongjun, and Sikong Changfeng fought for him. I believe you were sincere at that time, but you just wanted Ye Dingzhi to die. So I said that you are a contradictory person. Is that okay?"

Luo Qingyang smiled bitterly: "Maybe."

"We drank some wine, talked about the past, said what we wanted to say before, and left!"

Chu Zhao left as suddenly as he came.

Luo Qingyang watched his figure disappear, and only a voice with a hint of regret was heard in the wind.

"Brotherhood and youthful passion are truly admirable, but it's a pity that you are no longer young."

Luo Qingyang was in a daze. He stood on the top of the city wall, facing the cold wind and looking in the direction of Tianqi City. He was speechless for a long time, as lonely as a statue.

Is it that a person is a city, or is it that a city buries a person?

Who can tell?
But what is certain is that the heartbroken person is in Muliang...

(End of this chapter)