The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Yang Xuanzhi has lived in Yanjing for a long time. The Yan imperial family specially built a Taoist temple for him in the inner city where every inch of land is worth a lot of money. Except for some little Taoist children Yang Xuanzhi collected, no one is allowed to enter and leave the Taoist temple at will.

Even if the Emperor of Yan wants to pay a visit, he has to greet him in advance and hand in a visiting card. Moreover, Yang Xuanzhi may not meet him. He is very busy on weekdays, meditating, brewing wine and dancing with swords. Although he is a Taoist who pays attention to purity and inaction, his life is not boring.

Since Xuanyuan came to Yanjing, the Taoist temple, which was usually deserted, has gradually become lively. Both of them are free-spirited. They often discuss Taoism and exchange ideas all night long when they are in a good mood.

The battle was exciting and inevitably destroyed the surrounding buildings, which caused a group of little Taoist children to chatter and complain about repairing the corridors and courtyards they destroyed. Xuanyuan and Yang Xuanzhi, who could not help in this matter, could only promise that there would be no next time.

Unfortunately, this promise was not reliable. At this time, both of them were at the level of Grandmasters. When they were in the mood, they couldn't help but fight. At first, they were still concerned about the surrounding environment. When they fought to the fullest, how could they care about this?

So Xuanyuan had only lived in the Taoist temple for a few days, and the temple was about to be demolished by two Grandmasters. The noise of the two fighting was so loud that it even caused the whole Yanjing to be quite turbulent. The Emperor of Yan was even more anxious and handed over a visiting card, wanting to ask what happened.

Yang Xuanzhi was too lazy to pay attention to the royal family now, and just perfunctorily said it. He turned around and invited Xuanyuan to move with him to Sanqing Temple on the outskirts of Yanjing. The master of the temple there was Yang Xuanzhi's junior.

Xuanyuan readily agreed, but specifically asked to take away all the fine wines hidden in Yang Xuan's cellar.

Xuanyuan loved wine, and he liked strong wine the most. The stronger the wine, the more he liked it. The wine brewed by Yang Xuanzhi was not only mellow, but also very strong, which was exactly what Xuanyuan wanted.

After living in Yang Xuanzhi's Taoist temple for only a few days, Xuanyuan drank dozens of jars of Yang Xuanzhi's good wine. These wines had been buried in the cellar for many years. They were worth a fortune if they were placed outside. It was difficult for others to get a jar, but Yang Xuanzhi was willing to take it out to entertain Xuanyuan.

The Taoist temple outside Yanjing City was built in the mountains. It was quite simple and quiet. It did not entertain dignitaries. It was a rare quiet place. After moving here, Xuanyuan and Yang Xuanzhi were even more relaxed. They talked about Taoism when drunk and picked flowers when sober. They lived a very refreshing life.

It was a clear day with clear clouds and a vast and clear sky. The breeze blew with a rich fragrance. It was a beautiful spring day.

Under the sycamore tree planted for many years in the courtyard, there is a set of bluestone tables and chairs. At this time, two people are sitting under the tree drinking tea and playing chess. The breeze blows through the large sycamore leaves, making a rustling sound, as if someone is whispering.

"Oh, did you save Yan Yin before?" Yang Xuanzhi twisted a few jade-white chess pieces between his fingers, and responded casually after dropping a piece. His eyes were still on the chessboard covered with stars, and he was not distracted. He was extremely focused.

Xuanyuan hummed softly, playing with the chess piece polished from obsidian in his hand, and he was silent for a moment before dropping a piece, then smiled and said: "I noticed that she was a little strange, and I was afraid that she was deliberately calculating the Hehuan Sect, so I "saved" her from the Hehuan Sect."

His position was obviously more inclined to the four evil sects. If Yan Yin really had ulterior motives, he would not let it go since he happened to run into her.

In response to Xuanyuan's hidden suspicion and vigilance towards Yan Yin, the person sitting opposite him suddenly said, "Yan Yin is my registered disciple." Yang Xuanzhi made another move, speaking calmly and indifferently, not seeming to care much.

Xuanyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I said she didn't look like she had never practiced martial arts." He didn't ask Yanyin what her secret purpose was. Xuanyuan just smiled and touched his chin, "I'm really surprised that you would accept a female disciple. Why don't you just accept her as your personal disciple?"

Yang Xuanzhi raised his head and glanced at Xuanyuan lightly, saying indifferently: "The Nine Yin Body is very rare. If you practice martial arts well, it is still easy to advance from the Xiantian realm. Even if you are a master, you can do a lot."

Xuanyuan understood a little, and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled: "Are you trying to train an opponent yourself? This will take too long, and if you really plan to do this, wouldn't it be better to accept her as your personal disciple?"

How much skills can Yanyin learn as a nominal disciple? If Yang Xuanzhi wants Yanyin to grow into his opponent one day, then the waiting time will be long.

Moreover, although Yan Yin has outstanding talent, if she is not carefully guided, she may not be able to grow to a high enough level in the future, which is contrary to Yang Xuanzhi's plan.

"She doesn't want to become a nun, so I naturally can't accept her as my personal disciple." Yang Xuanzhi lowered his eyes, revealing a bit of regret, "Since she doesn't want to, I can't force her. Since she is just a nominal disciple, I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to achieve anything. I haven't taught her martial arts much in the past few years."

In other words, because Yan Yin didn't want to become a Taoist priest, Yang Xuanzhi had already given up the plan to train her with the talent of the Nine Yin Body to become an opponent.

Xuanyuan thought of many possibilities, but he didn't expect Yang Xuanzhi to give such an answer. He was a little amused and wanted to laugh, but he felt it was not good to laugh. He held back for a long time before he restrained the smile on his lips: "So that's it..."

He looked at Yang Xuanzhi meaningfully, from his neatly tied Taoist temples to his solemn and neat Taoist robes and the dust hanging around his waist, and nodded in understanding.

Finally, Xuanyuan persuaded gently: "There is nothing we can do about it. Yanyin is still a young girl. How could she be willing to become a nun? You should also be more understanding."

It is indeed a bit cruel for a young and beautiful girl, a princess of the royal family, to become a Taoist priest at such a young age. She can only wear Taoist temples and Taoist robes. It is understandable that Yanyin is unwilling to become a nun.

"I know." Although he is old, Yang Xuanzhi, who is getting more and more free and unrestrained as he lives, and his mentality is getting younger, did not hide his regrets and depression, but expressed it directly, "It's a pity. If she is not a woman, it would be just right to be a Taoist child."

If Yanyin is a man, wouldn't he be a man with the body of Nine Yin? When Xuanyuan thought of this, he couldn't help but smile helplessly. Fortunately, Yang Xuanzhi dared to think about it. Not to mention that a man with the body of Nine Yin could not grow up, even if he grew up by luck... Well, what a feminine man he would be?

"Come on, come on. Although Yan Yin can't grow up to be your opponent, you still have me. I am a ready-made opponent. I don't need you to wait and spend time to cultivate like Yan Yin."

Shocked, Xuanyuan refused to think further about what the man with the Nine Yin Body looked like, and tried to dispel the terrible idea in Yang Xuanzhi's mind with a joke.

"That's right. Even if she becomes my direct disciple, she may not be able to become a grandmaster." Yang Xuanzhi nodded very seriously. He felt that Yan Yin's hope of achieving something in martial arts was really not high, so he was not too disappointed.

Anyway, he now has Xuanyuan as his confidant and opponent. It doesn't matter whether Yan Yin is Yan Yin or not. Yang Xuanzhi said that he is such a willful and straightforward boy~

In this way, the two of them sometimes chatted, sometimes frowned slightly and thought hard about the chess path, free and easy, free and happy, and half a day passed unknowingly.

"Hmm?"

At this moment, they suddenly turned their heads to look at the gate of the courtyard at the same time, and whispered at the same time, as if they had discovered something, and their movements were in unison.

Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, then smiled and said, "It's not someone else, it's the person I sent to get the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Jue. Let her in?" He looked at Yang Xuanzhi and asked slightly inquiringly.

Yang Xuanzhi nodded slightly, put the white jade chess piece in his hand back into the chess box, and then reached out to wipe out the chess game that had come to an end on the chessboard in front of them.

"Since there are outsiders here, we won't play anymore. We'll continue another day." He said with a solemn and sincere face, but his men destroyed the chess game in front of them without hesitation.

Xuanyuan twisted the obsidian chess piece in his hand, glanced at Yang Xuanzhi with a slightly suspicious look, and said slowly, "You're about to lose." It was very strange to destroy the chess game so quickly.

Yang Xuanzhi coughed solemnly, lowered his head and began to clean up the chessboard. Hearing this, he just said lightly: "The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Jue is more important. If you want to play chess, you can do it anytime." As he spoke, he separated the black and white chess pieces and moved them to both sides.

Looking at Yang Xuanzhi suspiciously for a few times, Xuanyuan barely believed his words, stretched out his hand to help him clean up the chessboard, and at the same time, he kept his true energy flowing, and said in a voice transmission: "Qingning, come in."

Wearing a red gauze short skirt, the golden bells on her body were crisp and playful, reflecting a magnificent light in the sun. Qingning trembled slightly, trembling under the pressure unconsciously emitted by the two great masters.

However, even though she was nervous, Qingning grew up in the White Bone Sect since she was a child, and knew what to do and why not to do. At this time, she would never dare to anger Ning Yunze and Yang Xuanzhi, so she quickly walked to Xuanyuan and knelt on one knee.

"Master, I have brought you what you ordered." As she spoke, she took off the bag on her shoulder and handed it to Xuanyuan with both hands, with an extremely respectful attitude and even fear.

Although the unprecedented Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Jue was right in front of them, Xuanyuan and Yang Xuanzhi did not show any eagerness. Xuanyuan even looked at Qingning, touched his chin and said with a smile: "You did a good job, what reward do you hope to get?"

Qingning suddenly raised his head and looked at Xuanyuan. After seeing the seriousness in his eyes, he couldn't help but take a breath and felt his heart thumping.