Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

As expected, within a few days, a young man in Taoist robes arrived at the once peaceful Taoist temple.

There were already few people in the Taoist temple. Taoist Xin Xuan was meditating in a cross-legged position, with Wang Lingcheng by his side.

In the early morning, deep in the mountains, birds and animals chirped, and clouds and mist lingered.

A young man wearing a dark blue robe slowly walked towards the Taoist temple in the deep mountains.

Each step he took covered a distance of hundreds of feet.

The young man wore a cyan Taoist crown, had fair skin, and handsome features.

Strands of hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind, and he had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, especially those black and white eyes, with a deep look in them.

With one hand behind his back, even the leaves did not shake in the places he passed, as if this person did not exist at all.

His eyebrows revealed an extraordinary temperament.

And this young man was Xin Xuan Taoist's eldest disciple, Han Qingmo, who had been away from Qingming Land for more than ten years.

Also Wang Lingcheng's respected yet feared eldest brother.

The corners of Han Qingmo's mouth rose slightly. After leaving Qingming Land for so many years, he still missed his master and junior brother very much.

Soon the young man saw the Taoist temple in the deep mountains.

'Tai Xu Xuan Zhen Temple'

Han Qingmo's voice was neither low nor harsh, but gave people a sense of warmth like a spring breeze.

"Finally back..."

Han Qingmo said with a gentle smile on his face, laughing loudly.

"Master!! I'm back."

The old and young who were originally meditating opened their eyes one after another.

The skinny Xin Xuan stood up abruptly with a look of surprise.

On the other hand, Wang Lingcheng twitched his mouth, but still got up quickly.

At the entrance of the Taoist temple, Han Qingmo, with a gentle smile, stood there with his back to the sun.

The tall young man waved to the two people in the Taoist temple.

In a flash, he instantly came to Xin Xuan and bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Han Qingmo, pays respects to Master."

Xin Xuan raised his hand to lift Han Qingmo up, and praised with a gratified look.

"Not bad, not bad, you've actually reached the seventh level of True Immortal."

"It seems that your experience in Zhongtian Land has been very effective over the years."

Han Qingmo smiled and nodded, turning to look at Wang Lingcheng with a half-smile.

"You kid is still so useless after so many years, only at the third level?"

"Don't you salute when you see your senior brother?"

Although Wang Lingcheng was upset, he still respectfully saluted.

"Greetings, Senior Brother."

Han Qingmo laughed loudly as he looked at Wang Lingcheng's reluctant expression.

He stretched out his big hand and messed up Wang Lingcheng's head into a chicken coop.

"Hahahaha, you brat."

Wang Lingcheng impatiently slapped his hand away randomly.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

"Are you annoying or what!!!!"

"You messed up my hair again!!"

Xin Xuan smiled slightly, the relationship between these two kids was still the same as before.

Seeing this, Han Qingmo stopped, turned his hand and took out a piece of dark wood.

Wang Lingcheng was so frightened that he quickly hid behind the old man, interjecting.

"Han Qingmo, what are you going to do!! Are you going to beat me in front of Master!"

Han Qingmo smiled, stretched out the wood and tapped Wang Lingcheng on the head.

"Silly, look at what your senior brother is holding?"

Only then did Wang Lingcheng take a closer look, it turned out to be a piece of dark wood the length of a forearm and three fingers wide.

Wang Lingcheng curled his lips and said carelessly.

"Isn't it just a piece of lightning strike wood with a slightly better quality... It's not like I don't have one."

The corner of Han Qingmo's mouth raised, and he flicked the wood lightly with his finger.

Roar!!

A low and subtle dragon roar sounded.

Wang Lingcheng stared wide-eyed at the piece of wood in Han Qingmo's hand.

"Dragon Roar Wood!!"

Swipe!!

Wang Lingcheng's eyes, movements, and expressions towards Han Qingmo changed from the previous disdain to flattery.

"Hehe, Senior Brother, it must have been hard for you to walk back all the way, come and sit down."

Looking at Wang Lingcheng holding a bench and carrying tea, Han Qingmo only felt amused.

It was as if he had returned to that hot afternoon when he was a child, and the two of them had fought in the Taoist temple because of a piece of very low-quality lightning strike wood.

Han Qingmo casually threw the lightning strike wood of Dragon Roar Wood to Wang Lingcheng, and said with a gentle smile.

"Take it."

"What my junior brother wants, he doesn't need to flatter anyone."

However, Wang Lingcheng let the lightning strike wood fall to the ground, looking at Han Qingmo vigilantly.

"You're acting strange, you're not my senior brother!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Lingcheng held a peach wood sword and a Three Purities bell, standing on the table and scolding Han Qingmo.

"Hey!! No matter who you are, get out of my senior brother's body!!!"

Xin Xuan rolled his eyes, went up and punched him twice, kicking Wang Lingcheng to the ground.

"Go, go, go, go to the side."

Seeing this, Han Qingmo laughed heartily and reached out to pull Wang Lingcheng up.

"After so many years, you are still so naughty."

Wang Lingcheng looked up at Han Qingmo's deep eyes, feeling puzzled in his heart.

"Did Senior Brother change his personality?"

However, in the next moment, a sly look flashed in Han Qingmo's eyes, and he aimed at the fire basin next to him and suddenly let go.

Not only did he let go, but Han Qingmo was even worried that Wang Lingcheng would react, so he used the pressure of the seventh level of True Immortal.

Bang!!

"Aww~~~~!!!"

Wang Lingcheng sat in the scalding fire basin with his butt, and bounced up with a thud.

"Hahahahahaha!!! You little bastard, I finally found a chance!!"

"I still remember the revenge of you robbing my peach wood sword back then!!"

Wang Lingcheng's Taoist robe was burnt, and he jumped up and cursed while patting his butt.

"Han Qingmo, you bastard!!"

"I knew you had no good intentions!!"

Clang!!

"Bitch, take the sword!!"

Han Qingmo stepped on the Tiangang steps, put his hands behind his back, and flashed sideways, leaving three afterimages.

"Tch, look back at the vegetable garden."

Wang Lingcheng frowned, not understanding why.

The corners of Han Qingmo's mouth raised, and his lips parted slightly.

"Your vegetables are dead."

"Hahahahaha!!"

Xin Xuan sat at the door smoking a cigarette, watching the two of them playing and making noises.

"This temple is finally lively..."

Xin Xuan, who opened his eyes, dropped his cigarette holder and quickly stood up.

"Hey, hey, those are the ancestral tablets, what are you doing!!"

For a time, the entire Taixu Xuanzhen Temple was in chaos.

However, such a Taoist temple is one of the top forces in Yunmiao Land!

In the dark and quiet hall.

Long Cheng casually tapped the void.

The space was distorted, and three palm-sized space fragments flickered with a hazy streamer, slowly floating.

Then Long Cheng waved his right hand, and more than ten magic weapons and pills exuding an ancient aura floated in front of him.

He took out a dark green jade bottle and poured the black spiritual liquid in it onto the pills.

Those pills instantly absorbed these spiritual liquids, without showing any abnormality.

With a flick of his finger, the pills and various magic weapons and secret books instantly turned into streams of light and窜 into the three fragments.

"Smile."

"Take these three space fragments to Tianju Prefecture."

"Go into hiding, send people to try to find the traces of the disciples of the Great Xia Sword Sect, and then wait for my order."

Smile raised his hand and put away the three relic fragments, kneeling on one knee and said in a deep voice.

"Smile obeys."

Long Cheng said softly.

"Qingmian and Zihui will go with you, be sure not to expose your whereabouts, and be careful."

After Smile retreated, only Long Cheng was left in the room, lost in thought.

The man's face under the mask looked irritable.

"There are actually Yin-Yang Masters..."

"It seems that I can only bother a little to layout."

"I don't believe you have the ability to detect it!"