Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Chapter 272 Taoist Master Daoxuan: I still don’t understand Zhang Xiaofan’s sword

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at the Wild Dog Taoist and said:
"Are you... used to being here?"

The Wild Dog Taoist trembled and said quickly:
"I'm used to it. I've never felt so good. I feel refreshed."

"Before, I only knew that the seniors of the Blood Refining Hall took me in and taught me Taoism, so I had to stay in the Blood Refining Hall and contribute to the Blood Refining Hall. But I didn't know that that was not what I wanted."

At this point, Wild Dog Taoist glanced at Xiao Huan from the corner of his eye, a flash of heat flashed across his eyes, and he said:
"I want to thank you for helping me find this good place, which has taught me how to live my life..."

Having said this, Wild Dog Taoist bowed deeply to Zhang Xiaofan and said sincerely:
"Thank you very much!"

Although the heat in the Wild Dog Taoist's eyes was fleeting, Zhang Xiaofan noticed it instantly.

Then, Zhang Xiaofan gently patted the Wild Dog Taoist's shoulder with his big hand!

"boom!"

Although it was a light pat, Wild Dog Taoist felt that Zhang Xiaofan's big hand was like a mountain, which knocked him to his knees.

The Wild Dog Taoist knelt on the ground, staring at Zhang Xiaofan's toes in silence. He didn't dare to look at Zhang Xiaofan, nor did he dare to stand up.

Zhang Xiaofan looked down at the wild dog and said in a deep voice:

"Remember your identity. If I can keep you alive, I can also make you...die!"

The Wild Dog Taoist trembled, his eyes filled with fear, and he said tremblingly:
“I know…I know, Ghost Emperor!”

At this moment, the Wild Dog Taoist didn't even dare to call out the name Zhang Xiaofan, and instead called out "Ghost Emperor" in awe.

Xiao Huan watched this scene and did not ask for mercy for the Wild Dog Taoist.

Because in her heart, whatever Brother Xiaofan did was right. It was definitely right to teach Wild Dog Taoist a lesson at this moment.

Zhou Yixian sat on a big rock, glanced at the wild dog kneeling on the ground, and said nothing.

Zhang Xiaofan reminded the Wild Dog Taoist, then turned to look at Zhou Yixian, bowed, and said respectfully:
"Senior, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now!"

"Hmm!" Zhou Yixian nodded, and suddenly thought of something, and said with a rare serious look:

"I'm afraid you will have to go to the Shiwan Mountains this time, but there is one thing, you must not go to the Demon-Suppressing Ancient Cave!"

"Okay, got it!" Zhang Xiaofan responded.

The next moment, the Blood Soul Sword behind him was unsheathed and flew in front of him. Zhang Xiaofan lightly jumped on the sword, and with a flash of green light, he flew away on the sword.

Xiaohuan stared at Zhang Xiaofan's figure with her big eyes until he disappeared at the end of the sky without any trace left, and then she withdrew her gaze.

Then, he looked at Zhou Yixian again and said gloomily:
"Grandpa, when do you think we will see Brother Xiaofan next time?"

Zhou Yixian looked at his unhappy granddaughter, stood up, and gently stroked Xiaohuan's head with his old hands, saying lovingly:

"We will meet if we are destined!"

"Ah? Isn't that the same as not saying anything?" Xiao Huan said angrily, but soon took out a string of candied haws, licked it with her little clove tongue, and said:
"It's so sweet."

Then, he looked at the Wild Dog Taoist who was kneeling on the ground, smiled and said:
"Master, Brother Xiaofan has already flown far away, you should get up quickly."

Upon hearing this, the Wild Dog Taoist did not stand up immediately, but looked at Zhou Yixian.

Zhou Yixian nodded!
Wild Dog Taoist immediately stood up, picked up the luggage beside him, and said with an ugly smile:

"Xiao Huan, Senior, let's continue on our journey."

Zhou Yixian saw this and nodded:
"You are a teachable kid. You have a kind heart and have never done anything harmful to the world before in the Demon Sect. You are a promising talent!"

After Zhou Yixian finished speaking, he held the immortal’s guiding flag and walked forward.

Xiaohuan licked a candied haws and walked in the middle, looking at the flowers and trees on the roadside from time to time. Wild Dog Taoist walked at the back with his luggage on his back, glanced at Xiaohuan in front of him, smiled, and followed behind with satisfaction.

……

Qingyun Sect, the ancestral temple!

In the ancestral hall, Taoist Master Daoxuan lit three incense sticks and bowed to the tablets of the Qingyun Patriarchs...

Wan Jianyi took a broom and swept the ancestral hall.

At this time, outside the ancestral hall, a young man with an imposing manner, walking with the wind and holding a dragon-slaying sword in his hand walked towards the ancestral hall.

Lin Jingyu walked three meters away from the ancestral temple, stopped, held the sword in both hands, bowed to the gate of the ancestral temple, and said respectfully:
"Master, Jingyu has returned to the mountain to report."

Upon hearing this, Wan Jian glanced at Taoist Master Daoxuan next to him and said:

"Wait a minute!"

"Master?" Taoist Master Daoxuan murmured, somewhat surprised:
"You accepted him as your apprentice?"

Wan Jian put down the broom and said:

"Originally, I didn't want to accept him as my disciple, but Zhang Xiaofan begged me several times to accept him, so I agreed to accept Jingyu as a registered disciple."

"But Jingyu is a sweet-talker. He has served me tea and massaged my shoulders for the past ten years. He always called me Master, so I taught him the way of the sword without reservation."

"Zhang Xiaofan..." Taoist Xuan murmured with a complicated expression. Thinking of the sword ten years ago, he suddenly said:

"I still don't know whether Zhang Xiaofan shot the sword at me to kill me or to save me."

Having said this, Taoist Master Daoxuan stared at Wan Jianyi closely and asked:
"You have been with Zhang Xiaofan day and night for three years, and you know him very well. In your opinion, did Zhang Xiaofan save me or kill me when he struck me with the sword?"

Wan Jianyi met Taoist Master Daoxuan's deep and inquisitive eyes and thought to himself:
There are things you can't figure out...

It’s okay if you can’t figure it out, just keep thinking about it…

Then, Wan Jianyi shook his head, looking as if he was thinking deeply but could not find a solution, and said:

"Although I know him very well, I am in the ancestral temple in the back mountain. I did not see the sword Zhang Xiaofan shot at you, and I don't know whether it was to save you or to kill you."

"Really?" Taoist Master Daoxuan obviously didn't believe Wan Jianyi's words and kept staring at him.

However, Wan Jian's eyes, like two swords, stared at Taoist Master Daoxuan without showing any weakness.

No matter how hard Master Ren Daoxuan looked at it, he couldn't tell whether it was real or fake.

"Hmph!" Taoist Master Daoxuan snorted, and said in a slightly cold tone:
"You are just like Zhang Xiaofan. I love you and hate you at the same time!"

"Haha..." Wan Jian laughed twice and said:
"What if Zhang Xiaofan's sword saved you? What if he killed you? Does it matter?"

"I only know the result, you are saved!"

Taoist Master Daoxuan frowned and said:
"I know that if it weren't for Zhang Xiaofan's sword, I would have been killed by the Ghost King, Yu Yangzi, the Poison God, and Madam San Miao. I am grateful to him."

"But I just want to understand whether his sword was meant to save me or to kill me."

Having said this, Taoist Master Daoxuan looked at Wan Jianyi and said excitedly:

"You know, I've been thinking about this question for the past ten years. I want to know the answer. I can't sleep because of it..."

"do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)