Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 8 One of the Five Great Masters in the World
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In order to avoid being seen, Sun Yanwan never practiced martial arts in the inn where he was staying. He chose to practice sword in the wilderness. At this time, his martial arts had "improved greatly", so he wanted to find a master to share. When he returned to the inn, he saw a little Taoist priest talking to Miao Youxiu.

The young Taoist priest was slightly older than him, with sharp eyebrows and jade-like eyes, and a carefree and unrestrained demeanor. He didn't look like a monk, but more like a graceful and elegant prince. Sun Yanwan was slightly curious. How could his master know such a person? He bowed slightly and, following the martial arts etiquette instructed by Miao Youxiu, said, "Greetings, Senior Brother!"

The young Taoist smiled, his sleeves fluttering as he said, "Is this Junior Brother Yan Wan?"

Sun Yanwan only felt a surge of potential power suddenly appearing around his body. Fortunately, he opened up a meridian in his leg, so his feet were very stable. After a sway, his feet were firmly nailed to the ground, and he did not look embarrassed. He was angry and was about to ask the other party why he suddenly attacked?

The young Taoist priest was slightly surprised and said, "Junior Brother Yan Wan has only learned the Hunyuan Posture for a few months, but he has already opened up a meridian. He really has a good aptitude!"

"I can promise this on behalf of the teacher."

"As long as Junior Brother Yan Wan agrees, I will take him back to Taiyi Temple!"

Sun Yanwan felt something was amiss and stole a glance at his "master". Miao Youxiu smiled and said, "Disciple Yanwan, I only have martial arts passed down from my family, so I can't teach you my true abilities. Besides, I have revenge to seek, so I have to travel the world all the time. It's not convenient to take you with me, so I've found a master for you. He's Taoist Master Zhang Yuanqiao of the Songyang School."

"This is Taoist Zhang's founding disciple, also surnamed Zhang, and named Qingxi!"

"You should go with Senior Brother Zhang today!"

Sun Yanwan had anticipated this, but he hadn't expected it to arrive so soon. He knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Miao Youxiu, and said, "I am just an ordinary shop assistant. Without the guidance of my master, I would have wasted my life and died of old age, living a miserable life."

"I can't repay Master's kindness enough."

"I only regret that I am incompetent and can only be a burden to Master. Although I want to serve Master for a few more years, it is difficult for me to speak calmly."

Miao Youxiu was also very emotional. He was not much older than Sun Yanwan. The two masters and apprentices had been together for several months and were more like a pair of playmates traveling the world. Sun Yanwan was smart and had good eyesight, which really made him reluctant to let him go. But there was nothing he could do. He had a deep blood feud. His grandfather and father were besieged and killed by the people of the Hu family. He had to take revenge by any means necessary and could not lead a child who was just a beginner in martial arts.

He laughed and said, "It's not like we won't see each other again in the future. Don't act like a little girl and go with Qingxi."

Sun Yanwan was reluctant to leave, bowing repeatedly before following the young Taoist priest Zhang Qingxi out of the inn. Zhang Qingxi led him out of town. The young Taoist priest, eager to test Sun Yanwan's skills, briefly exerted his powers a few times. Seeing that Sun Yanwan could keep up, he couldn't help but feel happy. He thought to himself, "Master, because of a disagreement with the head master, burned incense before the statue of the ancestor and split off to create a new sect. Now I am the only one among his disciples, and they are in need of disciples."

"But it's not easy to find a young man with such extraordinary talent, intelligence and hard work."

"Teacher is one of the five great masters in the world. If I accept something that is not useful, it will be a disgrace to my reputation."

"I heard that Junior Brother Sun Yanwan once saved Master Miao. His character is impeccable. He has only been learning Hunyuan Posture for a few months, but he has already achieved such a high level of skill. He has good talent and is willing to work hard. He will surely bring glory to Taiyi Temple in the future."

After traveling for most of the day, they saw no one along the way. Each of them was preoccupied with their own thoughts, and neither spoke. It was not until dusk that they saw a Taoist temple with the three large characters "Taiyi Temple" on the door. The gate was open and unattended, so Zhang Qingxi walked straight in. Sun Yanwan felt a little happy and thought to himself, "It's a good thing to have a new master and be able to practice martial arts in peace." He had lived two lives and was a man of deep thoughts. He did not follow Zhang Qingxi into the Taoist temple. Instead, he straightened his clothes a little, patted the dust off his body, and then stepped into the Taoist temple with a respectful and serious look.

A middle-aged Taoist priest was meditating in the courtyard, but under him was not a cushion or a bluestone, but a large vat filled with clear water. The Taoist priest was slightly suspended in the air, two or three inches away from the clear water in the vat. The clear water was rippling endlessly, and it was obvious that a powerful force was repelling the water.

Sun Yanwan was stunned by this scene. She thought to herself, "Is the martial arts in this world really so magical? Hu Fengwei can emit a half-foot green light from the tip of his sword. This Taoist..."

"You're wrong. It's my master who can actually meditate suspended in mid-air above the water."

"What kind of magical martial arts are these?"

Thinking that he would soon be able to learn such a miraculous skill, Sun Yanwan's heart surged with emotion. He quickly knelt on the ground and shouted, "Disciple Sun Yanwan greets Master."

Then he kowtowed eight times according to etiquette.

The old Taoist priest didn't stand up when he saw him enter the temple. He waited until he kowtowed before he gracefully stood up and stepped down from the vat. The old Taoist priest was extremely tall, over 1.9 meters. In later times, he could play basketball just based on his height. His facial features were neither handsome nor powerful, nor ugly, but just ordinary.

He smiled and said, "My master had a close relationship with the ancestors of the Miao family. Miao Youxiu and I are on equal terms. Since he cannot accept disciples himself, he recommended you to me. Although I took Qingxi away from the mountain gate and founded the Taiyi Sect, and I am in dire need of disciples, I will not fill the gap by accepting disciples with bad character or laziness."

"Since Qingxi brought you back, it means he has recognized you and you can become my disciple."

"The Taiyi Sect is still in its infancy and doesn't have many rules. Since you've already kowtowed here, you've become my disciple. Let Qingxi arrange accommodation for you first."

Zhang Qingxi bowed his head and led Sun Yanwan into the monastery. He led him to an empty room not far from the kitchen, which was originally a storage area for miscellaneous items. He smiled slightly and said, "Junior brother, please rest for a while! I'll call you for dinner."

Sun Yanwan hurriedly thanked him and said, "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."

Zhang Qingxi smiled slightly and left in a carefree manner.

Sun Yanwan walked around the room. Originally a storage area, it didn't even have a bed, just a few benches. Seeing no place to hide anything, he suddenly had an idea. He looked up at the beams, piled up a few benches, climbed up, and placed the bundle and the Demon-Slaying Sword on the beam, deliberately leaving a corner of the bundle exposed. He then threw the vest containing the flying banknotes on the ground with his ordinary clothes.

Although he shouldn't lose things in the sect, he did it subconsciously.

Sun Yanwan had just finished her work when she heard Zhang Qingxi calling from outside: "Junior Brother Sun, it's time for dinner."

Sun Yanwan pushed the door open, bowed, and followed the little Taoist priest around the temple for a few circles before arriving at the main hall where they had their meals.

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