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Chapter 278: Wangcheng Mountain, a place of many talents
Wangcheng Mountain, a large group of people are walking slowly on the mountain path.

Zhao Yuzhen was not unfamiliar with this road, but this time when he came back, he felt a lot of emotion.

"Uncle."

"Uncle Master."

"Master."

"Uncle Master."

"Grandmaster uncle!"

For a moment, there were all kinds of names, and everyone looked excited.

When the headmaster Zhao Yuzhen fought with the Angry Sword Immortal before, everyone thought they would be evenly matched. However, no one expected that the headmaster would actually suppress the Angry Sword Immortal and finally defeat Yan Zhantian with one sword.

Even though this happened some time ago, it is still something people talk about on Wangcheng Mountain.

Ever since Lei Yunhe broke into the mountain, the reputation of Wangcheng Mountain has never recovered, but now it is completely different.

Chu Ye used a bamboo pole to push aside the disciples who surrounded him, showing his authority as an uncle.

"What are you doing? Don't you have to patrol and practice? Why are you surrounding us?
I'm talking to you, stop smiling so much.

Hmm? Xiao Songzi, what are you doing here? "

Li Fansong held a broom and hid behind the disciples, praying in his heart that his junior uncle and great uncle would not see him.

But the more you fear something, the more it will come.

Li Fansong walked forward with a sad face and bowed respectfully: "Master Uncle, Junior Master Uncle, you are back."

Chu Zhao nodded, but before he could say anything, Chu Ye said, "Whose hair are you pulling again? You are such a grown-up and yet you are punished to sweep the gate. You are really getting better and better."

Li Fansong's face twitched. In his entire life, he had only plucked the feathers of the crane raised by his master once, and it was because you tricked and instigated him.

But he dared not say this, otherwise he would end up in a miserable situation, so he said honestly: "Little Uncle, please stop making fun of me. It was Master who thought that I was not good enough in cultivation and punished me to clean the mountain gate."

Sikong Changfeng was stunned when he heard this. If he was not mistaken, this young Taoist named Li Fansong was already in the realm of freedom, and it was a realm of freedom with a very solid foundation.

Is this still not enough for cultivation?

What about his daughter, Tang Lian, the proud disciple of Xueyue City? !

However, what he didn't expect was that Chu Zhao was still not satisfied.

"Oh, you don't practice well, you really deserve to be punished, then add another month."

ha? !

Li Fansong was dumbfounded.

"Uncle Master, please don't. I have been practicing very hard recently. I have also understood the Dao Sword Technique you taught me. Why don't you ask Master to spare me the sword?"

Originally, Zhao Yuzhen punished Li Fansong to clean the mountain gate until he broke through. However, after Li Fansong broke through, he ran to Xiao Feixuan to show off. Fortunately, he was seen by Zhao Yuzhen, Yin Changsong and others.

So, Li Fansong was punished again.

"Let me plead for you?" Chu Zhao asked with a smile.

"Yeah yeah."

Chu Zhao's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand, picked up Li Fansong in mid-air and threw him to the side. Li Fansong was hung upside down again and was even beaten a few times by Chu Zhao as an example.

"See? This is the result of not practicing well. Let's put him down at lunch."

All the disciples suppressed their laughter and responded quickly.

Chu Ye looked at the disciples who were watching the joke and took over the conversation to teach them a lesson: "It was because you didn't practice well that you were blown away by that old man Lei Yunhe with one finger. You should work harder in your practice in the future. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, little uncle!"

Chu Ye nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly thought of something and started laughing to himself.

“Come to think of it, I’ve never done anything so impressive.

Well, that person, go and inform him that the most handsome Taoist in the world, Taoist Yunxiao, came to Wangcheng Mountain. I want to try to break through the mountain gate as well."

What the hell?

The disciples were dumbfounded and wondered if they had heard it wrong.

"What are you standing there for? Go quickly. I heard that Wangcheng Mountain's Taoism is unparalleled in the world. I want to see it, too."

Then, Yin Changsong came hurriedly, and Chu Ye was grabbed by the ear and carried up the mountain by his uncle.

"Old man, do you know that I am very embarrassed by your doing this?"

Yin Changsong was so angry that his face turned blue. He glanced at the Qingxiao Sword in the hall, wondering whether he should just chop this evil creature to death.

But in the end I couldn't bear to do it.

"Face, you want a piece of face.

You, you, you are already grown up, why are you still acting like this?

If so many disciples all learn from you, wouldn't Wangcheng Mountain be in chaos?!"

Chu Ye stretched comfortably, then sat down on the ground in front of his uncle Yin Changsong without any image.

"Learn from me? They can't. If they had my talent, you would wake up laughing in your dreams."

Others may not know how powerful this nephew is, but he knows.

If everyone had the same talent as Chu Ye...

Yin Changsong imagined it, and the corners of his mouth curled up instantly.

Tsk tsk, with one command, all the masters in the mountain who were in the state of half-step spiritual wandering would wake up laughing even in their dreams.

Then he remembered that the occasion was not right, and quickly lowered his mouth and glared at Chu Ye.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, uncle, please stop glaring at me. I just wanted to get in touch with everyone after not seeing each other for so long. There are so many disciples, and I haven't seen many of them before, so I have to get to know them.

Besides, I estimate that Lei Yunhe will recover soon and might come to the mountain gate again. I was planning to leave a thunder spell to give Lei Yunhe a warning, but you made such a fuss and I didn't do my job."

So I was just fooling around and disturbed your work?!
You kid, do you still know what to do?

In this whole world, you, Chu Ye, are the first one who clamors to attack your own sect.

Yin Changsong was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. He blew his beard and glared: "I am so angry, I am so angry, don't stop me, I must clean up the mess today."

Seeing that Yin Changsong was just shouting and had no intention of taking action, and no one spoke up to stop him, just when he was about to get stuck, Chu Zhao gave him a way out.

"Brother Yin, the guards at the mountain gate are indeed too weak. Let him go. I will also leave a sword intent. If unreasonable people like Lei Yunhe come to ask for the mountain, it will be easier to resist."

"Well, Junior Brother, what you said makes sense. I'll trouble you, Junior Brother." Yin Changsong smiled and turned to look at Zhao Yuzhen: "Master, you take my sister-in-law and the others to settle down. I will accompany Junior Brother to the mountain gate."

In this way, the three of them went down the mountain again.

The entire Wangcheng Mountain, except for Xiao Feixuan who was practicing in seclusion, watched Chu Ye being kicked all the way down the mountain by Elder Yin Changsong, leaving a trail of thunder at the entrance of the mountain path.

Even Chu Ye was taken as an example. Yin Changsong pointed at his nose and warned his disciples that anyone who dared to learn from him would be forced to copy the rules and regulations of Wangcheng Mountain at the very least, or be directly expelled from the mountain at the worst.

This time, all the disciples really got to know this strange and strange disciple of the head teacher.

Of course, there is also the great uncle and grand uncle who looks very young but is the highest generation in Wangcheng Mountain.

Seeing that Chu Ye cooperated very honestly, Yin Changsong nodded with satisfaction. He looked up at the true meaning of thunder magic hidden on the plaque at the mountain gate, and felt more and more satisfied.

Although this evil creature is mischievous and often comes up with some weird ideas, it must be said that his attainments in thunder magic are really profound. Disciples who practice thunder magic in the future will be blessed.

"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."

Yin Changsong flicked his whisk and turned to look at Chu Zhao, looking embarrassed: "Junior brother..."

Chu Zhao understood, raised his hand and shouted softly.

"Congeal!"

The soil around was flowing, and it seemed to condense into a five-meter-high sword monument in the blink of an eye.

Apart from being tall, it looks exactly like the Qingxiao Sword, the symbol of Wangcheng Mountain.

"Thank you for your help, Junior Brother."

Chu Zhao smiled and shook his head: "Brother, I am also a member of Wangcheng Mountain. What you said is really too polite."

"Then I won't be so formal with you, Senior Brother. I will comprehend the sword's meaning, and you can go about your business. I will not care about you."

Yin Changsong said this and sat down cross-legged in front of the sword monument.

Chu Zhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and went up the mountain with his son.

On the mountain path, Li Fansong, who was still hanging, sneezed several times and felt the mountain breeze was a bit cold. He was just hanging here looking at the sword stele left by his uncle-master and felt the sword intent flowing in his body much faster than usual.

Could it be that hanging up really helps me comprehend? This... How could I have such a ridiculous idea?

However, for the sake of practice, it is worth a try.

It was not until noon that Yin Changsong, who had been comprehending the sword intent, slowly opened his eyes. He had gained a lot, and was contentedly taking Li Fansong, who had been put down, up the mountain.

I have to say, my junior brother is always accommodating.

The three sword intents that remained in the Qingxiao Sword last time were certainly good, but the Qingxiao Sword was the symbol of Wangcheng Mountain, and ordinary disciples had no chance to see it, let alone comprehend the sword intent contained therein.

Now it’s all right. Anyone can come and participate in the supreme sword intent in the sword monument.

If the true meaning of my nephew's thunder magic only benefits the disciples who practice thunder magic, then my junior brother's sword monument benefits all the disciples of Wangcheng Mountain.

With this sword monument, it is conceivable that the reputation of Wangcheng Mountain will surely reach a new level in the near future.

Alas, the son I gave birth to is really a little out of tune.

But then again, the child is still a good child. There is no perfect person in this world.

Early the next morning.

The future headmaster of Wangcheng Mountain, Xiao Feixuan, came out of retreat, and then he heard that the great-grandmaster uncle and the great-grandmaster uncle had returned to the mountain.

"Little Master, I heard that Grand Master Uncle has returned to the mountain. Do you want to come with me..."

Xiao Feixuan rushed into Li Fansong's residence riding a little lion, and then saw his junior uncle Chu Ye riding on his junior uncle, and the two were in a very ambiguous posture.

So, Feixuan didn't continue to say anything else. He just stood there in a daze and then shivered.

"Hey, where is Junior Master Uncle? He's not here?"

Xiao Feixuan tried hard to look puzzled, and then he looked as if he had suddenly realized something: "Well, he must have gone to see the Grand Master and Grand Master, so I have to go quickly. It would be rude to go late."

As he spoke, he quickly formed seals with his hands and transformed into a little lion again.

However, just as he was about to leave, he was swallowed up by a bigger lion.

Xiao Feixuan looked pale. He finally understood why Junior Uncle Li Fansong said that Junior Uncle had a bad temper.

I have to say, Junior Master-Uncle is really strong.

Even under the torture of this junior uncle, he did not even think of rebelling against the sect.

On second thought, Junior Master Uncle probably wouldn't dare to do that either.

He was dizzy all the way, and by the time Feixuan was spit out by the lion and the dizziness in his mind disappeared, he had already arrived outside the Sanqing Hall.

"Fei Xuan greets Junior Uncle-Master. When did you come back? I didn't even see you just now. Junior Uncle-Master is really well versed in Taoism. I can't even compare to him."

"It's good that you've learned to flatter at such a young age. But unfortunately your acting skills are poor. You deserve to be punished." Chu Ye smiled, grabbed the little guy and spanked him twice, then threw him into the Sanqing Hall.

At this time, there were quite a few people sitting in the Sanqing Hall, including many unfamiliar faces that I had never seen before.

It seemed that they were discussing something, so Feixuan did not disturb them and stood aside obediently.

Chu Zhao glanced at him, smiled, and continued the previous topic, saying: "Then in half a month, I will open a ancestral hall to accept disciples, and after accepting disciples, I will come to propose marriage to you.

Come on, do you want to go and tell your parents about this?"

Zhao Yuzhen's home is at the foot of the mountain. His parents are still alive, and he has two younger brothers who are married and have children.

The family is half farmers and half businessmen, and they live a good life. Although they are not rich, they have enough food and clothing.

Zhao Yuzhen stroked his grown beard and said thoughtfully, "I should have told you."

Although he was carried up the mountain after he was born and had never had a sip of his mother's milk, they were still his relatives after all.

Things like marriage should be announced.

Chu Zhao nodded, and watching him touch his beard, he said speechlessly: "You have a nice face, why do you have a beard?"

Zhao Yuzhen was stunned, then smiled and said, "Uncle Junior, don't you think that growing a beard will make you more dignified as the headmaster?"

"The master's majesty?" Chu Zhao shook his head. "I didn't see it. I just thought it was sloppy. Your little fairy wouldn't like it. Besides, the majesty of the master of Wangcheng Mountain has always been earned through fighting."

As he spoke, Chu Zhao looked at Xiao Feixuan and said, "Take a look at the next headmaster of our Wangcheng Mountain. Is he dignified?"

Xiao Feixuan tried to straighten his chest, feeling under a lot of pressure.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the next generation leader.

This is almost a recognized fact.

Just these two...

The head teacher's uncle is a contemporary swordsman who has traveled to the mysterious realm. He is like a towering mountain, unattainable.

As for the great uncle Tai Shi…if the great uncle who was the head teacher was a towering mountain that we could still look up to, then the great uncle Tai Shi was already as high as the sky.

Looking at myself again, apart from being a little taller than people of the same age, having a bigger belly and a little more fat, there is really nothing to show off.

Come to think of it, isn't the threshold for becoming the headmaster of Wangcheng Mountain a little too high? Even Tiansheng Daozi's great-uncle is not qualified to succeed him, so they asked me to lower the threshold for becoming the headmaster, right?
Then, Xiao Feixuan was spanked again.

"Future Master, what are you mumbling about in your heart?"

"Uncle Junior Master, I know I was wrong."

Xiao Feixuan sighed. When he woke up from his retreat this morning, he had clearly calculated that today would be a very lucky day and there should be some happy events. Why did he end up suffering from this?

Sure enough, what Junior Uncle said was right. The person who should not be offended the most in the entire Wangcheng Mountain is this Junior Uncle.

Chu Ye kicked the little guy lightly on the butt with some amusement: "Hurry up, the head teacher and my father are calling you."

Xiao Feixuan said "oh" and hurried forward to salute respectfully.

"Fei Xuan pays respects to the head teacher, great uncle, and great uncle of the Grand Master."

Chu Zhao hummed, pointed at Ye Xiaoying and introduced him: "Ye Xiaoying, you should have heard of him."

"I've heard of you, the great general who guards our Wangcheng Mountain." Feixuan nodded, saluted to Ye Xiaoying and said, "I am Wangcheng Mountain Feixuan, and I am honored to meet you, General Ye."

Ye Xiaoying clasped his fists, looking a little embarrassed. After all, his relationship with the disciples of Wangcheng Mountain was not really harmonious.

"This is the third city lord of Xueyue City, the Spear Immortal Sikong Changfeng. You should have heard of him."

Feixuan's heart was shocked, and he smiled and saluted, "Junior Feixuan, greetings to Senior Gun Immortal!"

"Okay, okay." Sikong Changfeng smiled, but he was shocked in his heart.

How old is this child?

Even more powerful than the aura of Li Fansong, the master's direct disciple? !
It can be seen that one has entered the state of freedom.

I thought Li Fansong was already a genius enough, but I didn’t expect there was another monster hidden in Wangcheng Mountain!
No wonder he was being trained as the next headmaster of Wangcheng Mountain.

"Your Wangcheng Mountain is really full of talented people. It is worthy of being a paradise with outstanding people and beautiful scenery." Sikong Changfeng couldn't help but sigh.

Think about the situation in Wangcheng Mountain. Among the current top generation, there is a former headmaster Lu Suzhen and the retired emperor of Chu State Chu Zhao.

The former is a Taoist master who is highly praised by their master Li Changsheng.

Not to mention the latter, the five words "the best in the world" are enough to sum it up.

The next generation includes Zhao Yuzhen, the contemporary swordsman who has traveled to the mysterious realm, and Chu Ye, a natural Taoist.

The next one, Li Fansong, is almost certain to become a sword immortal.

The youngest generation has produced another monster who is a few years old and in the realm of freedom.

For other forces, it is considered lucky to produce a talented person every other generation.

If you are unlucky, it may take several generations to produce a talented person.

For example: Wushuang City, there is only one Wushuang in the past hundred years.

Wangcheng Mountain, on the other hand, has produced many talented people from generation to generation.

It’s really enviable.

But on second thought, their Xueyue City is not bad either.

Xiao Se, Lei Wujie and Tang Lian are all rare geniuses with a promising future, so there is no need to worry about a lack of successors for the time being.

As for the future, when this little fellow comes to this age, it is no longer something he should worry about...

Sikong Changfeng thought about it, glanced at his well-behaved daughter Sikong Qianluo inconspicuously, and couldn't help feeling a little fortunate.

I am glad that I had the nerve to ask for a place as an apprentice for my daughter.

After all, even if he taught his daughter personally, he could only make her a gun genius at best.

But Chu Zhao is different. Just look at his son and you will know that at the very least, he has already started out as a free and unrestrained person, and may even enter the realm of trance...

(End of this chapter)