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Chapter 136 Long Time No See, Until We Meet Again (Fifth Update, Please Subscribe!)

The residence of the sect leader at the summit of Yuqing Peak of the Taiqing Sect.

"Young friend, you've arrived." It was extremely rare for Master Ziyang to sleep at the Taiqing Sect.

He was standing on the edge of the cliff, quietly watching the flowing sea of ​​clouds in front of him.

Wu Qiong remained silent. He had not encountered any obstacles along the way, which was clearly something Master Ziyang had instructed him to do beforehand.

"Young friend, didn't you have a question you wanted to ask this old Daoist? Why haven't you spoken since you've arrived?" Master Ziyang walked to the stone table and sat down. "Since you're here, why don't you play a couple of rounds with this old Daoist?"

Wu Qiong walked over and sat opposite him, raising an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Still one hundred taels per game?"

Master Ziyang took out his pipe, lit it, took two puffs, shook his head and laughed, "This time it's free."

Wu Qiong felt relieved and placed his black piece on the center: "Then Li Zongrui's left arm was cut off by the Taoist priest and then reattached to his right arm, right?"

Master Ziyang placed his piece: "Not bad."

"Why?" Wu Qiong asked.

He asked why he wasn't killed three years ago.

"After what happened three years ago, Xiao Xuanzi developed a mental demon." Master Ziyang slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "This lecherous scoundrel is the tool I left him to temper his mind."

"No wonder that guy didn't dare leave Taiqing City." Wu Qiong shook his head and continued placing his piece: "So those people were harmed by him the other day, and you, Daoist, also know about it?"

"I know," Master Ziyang replied calmly.

Wu Qiong pressed further, "Does the Taoist priest allow him to be so presumptuous?"

"It doesn't matter." Master Ziyang tapped the ash from his pipe. "As long as Xiao Xuanzi can successfully forge his heart, it doesn't matter how many of those minor figures outside die."

"With your gentle nature, Brother Dao, I'm afraid you won't be able to accept this," Wu Qiong sighed.

Master Ziyang smiled and said, "He won't know."

"Isn't the Taoist priest afraid that I'll tell him?" Wu Qiong was testing the limits of his own life.

"Then, young friend, will you tell him?" Master Ziyang asked in return.

The two looked at each other and both laughed.

"I haven't lived enough yet," Wu Qiong placed another piece. "It seems this secret will follow me for life. But I feel somewhat disadvantaged, and I wonder if it's acceptable..."

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"No way." Master Ziyang refused decisively: "Don't even think about the four thousand seven hundred taels you lost to this old Taoist."

"No, I just want to ask when the Taoist priest will return the silver that Zhao Xiangu won in the competition," Wu Qiong asked.

He no longer intended to win any money; he just wanted Master Ziyang to return his initial investment.

Master Ziyang took two puffs of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "It's all spent."

"Huh?" Wu Qiong was dumbfounded.

"Once the money's in my pocket, there's no way I'll give it back," Master Ziyang said leisurely. "Young friend, you're still too young."

"No way, Taoist priest, it's so dark!" Wu Qiong was speechless.

"It's not like there's no solution," Master Ziyang said with a smile. "Young friend, don't you want to take revenge on those two sects? This old Daoist can lend you a few people. Consider this money as hiring them."

"But the leaders of those two sects are only at the half-step Daoist realm, so the Innate Realm might not be enough," Wu Qiong frowned slightly.

He thought that Master Ziyang had given him Zhang Yu and Ye Qingxuan.

"Heh, half-step Daoist cultivation..." Master Ziyang chuckled disdainfully, "This old Daoist will lend you two Daoist cultivation at the Natural Realm level, and there's more if that's not enough."

Wu Qiong opened his mouth.

Tingyu Pavilion and Senluo Palace are both top-tier sects in the martial arts world. Even their leaders are only half-step Daoists, which is already quite impressive!

It should be noted that less than half of the thirty-six people on the Heavenly Ranking have truly reached the "Daoist Natural Realm".

You lent out two so easily, and even said "there are more if not enough." Is this what a top-tier sect is all about?

Is this the source of the Taoist leader's confidence...?

"Enough." Wu Qiong shook his head, then sneered, "Now we can really make a scene."

"Not enough." Master Ziyang smiled slightly: "Ergou also knows about this matter. He sent me a letter the other day, saying that Shaolin will also send two high monks of the Daoist Natural Realm to cooperate with you. I think they should have arrived by now."

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Wu Qiong stared blankly. Was this truly a leader of Buddhism and Taoism, and not some kind of criminal organization? What had happened to this martial world...?

"Oh, right." Master Ziyang seemed to suddenly remember something: "Ergou is the secular name of the old bald monk Xuankong. He's a petty person. If he finds out you've heard of him... hehe. Anyway, young friend, you should be careful."

Wu Qiong rolled his eyes. "Then why the hell did you say that!"

Besides, I already knew all along, not only Ouyang Ergou, but also you Sikong Tiezhu. These are names I personally gave you in my past life.

"There's still one thing I don't understand," Wu Qiongqi said. "The Senluo Palace is one thing, but the Tingyu Pavilion is a reputable sect. Daoist, you just went and retaliated like that..."

Master Ziyang took a puff of his cigarette and said disdainfully, "A reputable sect? What do I care? All I know is that my disciple was ambushed by them and almost didn't make it back. I'm already being lenient by not personally going to wipe them out. What more do they want?"

Wu Qiong nodded. The rumors in the martial arts world that the Taiqing Sect was extremely protective of its own were indeed true.

"Alright, we've finished talking and the game is over. Young friend, go do whatever you need to do." Master Ziyang placed a piece on the chessboard.

Wu Qiong looked closely and, sure enough, he had lost again.

"Alright then." Wu Qiong stood up, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "We'll set off for Qizhou early tomorrow morning. Farewell, Daoist."

Wu Qiong turned and walked down the peak. Behind him came the voice of Master Ziyang: "If any foreign tribes invade, my friend, you can send someone to inform our sect. It is the duty of the Taiqing Sect to resist foreign tribes."

Wu Qiong turned around, but the summit of Yuqing Peak was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the figure of Master Ziyang could not be seen.

Perhaps he's reminiscing about those fellow disciples who will never return.

The following morning, at the foot of Taiqing Mountain.

"Brother Wu, shouldn't we say goodbye to the Taoist priest?" Jie Se asked.

Although he didn't feel it when they were causing trouble together, he was actually a little reluctant to part ways now that they were suddenly separated.

"Yeah, poor brother. Aren't you going to say goodbye to that fairy Zhang?" Li Jianshi pouted and teased.

They were finally leaving, and the Taoist nun hadn't come along; she was in a very good mood.

"If fate allows, we will meet again; if not... then let us forget each other in the vast world." Wu Qiong smiled nonchalantly.

"Brother Wu, what you say is utterly unreasonable. We suffered together back then, and now you're going to repay them—how could I be left out?"

A clear laugh rang out, and five figures emerged gracefully from the mountain path.

Ye Qingxuan smiled and said, "Brother Wu, these two are my senior uncles. The one on the left is Senior Uncle Zixu, and the one on the right is Senior Uncle Zichong."

The two Taoist priests behind him, one fat and one thin, nodded to the crowd as a greeting.

"Amitabha, there's no need for introductions between us two monks. Young Master Wu, it's been a long time," a monk behind Ye Qingxuan said with a smile.

"Grand Preceptor... no, Master Xuanji, and Master Xuanhua, I never expected it would be you who came!" Wu Qiong exclaimed in surprise.

After all, they were fellow actors who had honed their skills together, so Wu Qiong still had some affection for them.

That's right, the two "Daoist Natural Realm" masters sent by Shaolin Temple were Xuanji and Xuanhua.

"Master Xuanhua, you have already entered the realm of Daoist naturalness! Congratulations!" Wu Qiong congratulated him.

"I must thank Young Master Wu." Xuanhua said with a smile, "Young Master Wu helped our temple get rid of the traitor. My inner demons have been eliminated, and I have found a goal to strive for in the future. I never thought that I could overcome this hurdle so easily."

Your future goal isn't acting, is it...? Wu Qiong pursed his lips, ultimately not daring to ask the question.

"Then let's get going," Ye Qingxuan said with a smile. Then he slapped his forehead, took out an oil-paper umbrella from the divine palace, and handed it to Wu Qiong: "Brother Wu, this is what Junior Sister Zhang asked me to give to you."

Feeling the two women's gazes practically piercing his back, Wu Qiong asked tremblingly, "This... isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Ye Qingxuan shoved the umbrella into his hand: "Junior Sister Zhang said she doesn't want to have anything to do with you, but since you've touched this umbrella, it would be a shame to just throw it away. Why don't you take it?"

"Phew." Wu Qiong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a forced smile, "I see, that's good, that's good."

"Oh, right," Ye Qingxuan said, "she also said that candied hawthorns are delicious, and if you have the chance, she'll treat you to some."

The man who abstained from sex looked pained: "What's going on... When did they get together... Is Brother Wu really so exceptionally handsome and refined?"

I feel like my worldview is being destroyed by trying to quit pornography.

Li Jianshi: 6

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Su Mubai: "6"

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Right now, all they have to say is "Fuck you!"

Despite all our precautions, we still couldn't prevent it!

Wu Qiong paused slightly, then turned to look in the direction of the Taiqing Sect.

On the misty mountain path of the Taiqing Sect, a lazy figure dressed in a light blue Taoist robe could be vaguely seen slowly walking up the mountain.

As if sensing something, she raised her hand and waved weakly, as if saying goodbye, or perhaps... looking forward to the next meeting.

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