Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

Qingcheng Mountain.

Today, the head of the sect, Lu Suzhen, is in the limelight and has great prestige in the Taoist sect. Even Qi Tianchen, the new national teacher of Tianqi, thinks he is a true immortal from the sky. This mountain gate once had a more powerful figure, the Taoist Lord. This Taoist holy mountain with a profound heritage has a high status in the martial arts world and is the leader of the Taoist sect together with Wudang Mountain.

"Every time I come back, I have to climb the mountain. When will there be a tool that can directly reach the Sanqing Temple?" Wang Yihang pointed to the mountain road occupied by pilgrims and sighed, "It's difficult to go up the mountain and it's also difficult to go down the mountain."

Wang Yihang shook his head and rushed towards the mountain like a gust of wind. All the pilgrims passing by knelt down and said, "Little immortals from Qingcheng Mountain."

Occasionally, when he saw some beautiful female pilgrims, Wang Yihang would stop and give them divine grace.

When he came to the Sanqing Temple, he saw a Taoist boy who was only twelve years old sitting on the steps outside the temple, holding a big pink peach in his hand.

"After eating this, there is only one left." The little Taoist muttered to himself and exhaled deeply, "Oh, I have to wait until next year to eat another one."

Wang Yixing saw his look, walked over, and touched his head, "Yuzhen, the peaches are not finished yet."

The little Taoist named Yuzhen raised his head and curled his lips, "Yes, there is only one left. Brother, how good it would be if there were peaches to eat all year round."

Wang Yixing smiled: "Spring, summer, autumn and winter, all year round, everything in the world has traces to follow and laws to abide by. A forced melon is not sweet, just like I like the female donor, but the female donor doesn't like me."

"But I want to eat peaches every day, can't I change my fate?" The little Taoist took a bite of the peach.

The young Taoist priest was named Zhao Yuzhen. He was born in a village at the foot of Mount Qingcheng. He was born with a strange phenomenon. Lu Suzhen and several elders went down the mountain and took him into Mount Qingcheng. The child lived up to everyone's expectations. Whether it was swordsmanship or Taoism, he was the best in Mount Qingcheng for a hundred years. However, the Taoist priest on the mountain told him that he had to stay in Mount Qingcheng for his whole life, so that Mount Qingcheng could prosper for a hundred years. If he went down the mountain, he would be robbed.

Wang Yihang saw the disappointment in Zhao Yuzhen's eyes and said with emotion: "I originally found a sword for my junior brother that could make the yard spring all year round, but it was taken away by someone."

"Who is so powerful that he can even take away my senior brother's sword?" Zhao Yuzhen asked in confusion.

"Wen Jiutian, a strange and powerful boy." Wang Yihang sighed, but he was not his opponent twice in a row. He felt that the other party was unshakable.

"Okay, then I will go down the mountain first to trouble him in the future." Zhao Yuzhen pouted.

"Yihang, you're back." A deep voice sounded, and an old Taoist priest in purple robe walked out of the Sanqing Hall. He was tall, with white hair and beard, and he looked majestic without being angry.

Wang Yihang bowed his head: "Master."

Zhao Yuzhen stretched his waist: "Master, I'll go to the roof of the front hall and count how many pilgrims came today." After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

Wang Yihang sighed: "Junior brother has been so depressed recently."

"He wants to go down the mountain." Lu Suzhen shook his head, "He doesn't believe in fate, he wants to change his fate against the will of heaven."

Wang Yihang turned his head and looked at Zhao Yuzhen's back: "Is there really no way?"

Lu Suzhen smiled: "Even if there is, it's my job as a master. Tell me what happened down the mountain quickly."

"Master, I fainted in Qiandong City. When I woke up, the Marquis of Zhenxi said that the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen was dead, and Tianwaitian Du Lawless was also dead." Wang Yihang said slowly.

Lu Suzhen sighed softly: "After all, he still doesn't want to come to Qingcheng Mountain. He is stubborn."

"Who killed Gu Chen? Who killed Wufa Wutian?" Lu Suzhen asked in confusion.

"A young man who claimed to be a prostitute, gambler and drug addict went through the whole thing." Wang Yixing laughed: "This man is very interesting."

Lu Suzhen stroked his beard: "It seems that the world is getting more and more interesting."

"Pack up and set off for Tianqi City."

"Why!" Wang Yixing was shocked, "I just came back."

Lu Suzhen smiled, "Qi Tianchen sent a letter, hoping that someone from the Taoist sect will also participate. In the future, you will travel the world. Baili Dongjun inherited the sword song of Xichu. In the future, he will compete for the top of the world. He will be your main opponent."

"Baili Dongjun? Is he so powerful? I think that Wen Jiutian is the one who wants to compete for the top of the world." Wang Yixing smiled.

"What the hell are you eating! Wen Jiutian may be the opponent of our generation." Lu Suzhen sighed.

"Master, what does this mean?" Wang Yixing asked in confusion.

"You will know later. Now get out of here and go to Tianqi City. Remember! Pay special attention to Baili Dongjun." Lu Suzhen said.

Wang Yihang looked helpless and spread his hands, "Why is it always me? I also want to go to the front hall with my junior brother.Count the female pilgrims, pretend to be a little god, and give them guidance. "

"Master, has anyone come to our Sanqing Temple to pray for a child recently?"

"Get lost!"

Wang Yihang bowed carelessly, turned around and left, muttering: "The basement in front of the temple has not been opened for many years."

"Lv Suzhen, why are you still so hot-tempered?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Lu Suzhen was startled, and then turned around quickly.

A couple stood behind him. The man was dressed in a white robe, with a radiant demeanor, like a gentleman seeking survival. The woman next to him was wearing a veil and had a great figure.

"You, a Taoist priest, I didn't expect you to become so old."

"Is it you?" Lu Suzhen looked at the visitor with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong? Seeing that I am alive and living so freely and freely, are you envious? "The man laughed.

"You are still the same as you were back then. You will die if you don't show off." Lu Suzhen also laughed.

It seemed that for a moment, everyone returned to their youth...

"Lu Suzhen, your apprentice is really the same as he was back then." The woman also spoke softly.

Lu Suzhen stroked his beard, lowered his head, and smiled: "I didn't expect that Miss Yueluo finally fell into my hands, alas..."

Donggui Wine Shop.

"Mr. Wen, I see you have a jar of wine. I have been here for so long and I am thirsty. Can I not ask for some wine?" Gu Jianmen glanced and saw the new wine on the counter, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Wen Jiutian smiled: "You can't drink that wine."

Gu Jianmen smiled slightly.

"However, Ah Jun still left a few jars of Sangluo. "

As he spoke, Wen Jiutian walked to the backyard, picked up a jar of Sangluo wine, and placed it heavily on the wine table.

"If I can drink such good wine every day, it will be enough for my whole life." Gu Jianmen said with a smile.

At this time, a young man walked in from outside the wine shop. He was dressed in a white robe and looked like a wanderer in the world.

He shook his hand in front of his nose and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"What a fragrant wine!"