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Chapter 121: Chapter 110: The old man in the purple robe, with murderous intent!

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The elder in a purple robe falls silent.

He stares at the chessboard, observing that the white pieces are doomed, says: “Are you moving the chessboard again when I’m not looking, boy? Also, you shouldn’t always be thinking about suppressing the martial world… The waters of the martial world are deep, it’s not as simple as it looks.

Wang Hou smiled and said, “Of course I know the depths of the martial world, but those old immortals can’t walk the world like you, Divine Master; even if they came out, they wouldn’t be at their peak, and could they be my rival?”

“What old immortals?”

The purple-robed elder blew out his beard and glared, “Are you cursing me to die, boy?”

“Divine Master, please don’t be angry, you know I didn’t mean that.”

Seeing the situation, Wang Hou immediately found an excuse and flew away in an instant.

The elder in the purple robe shook his head, stroking his beard and sighed, “The way of the world… the old overtaken by the new… This boy is truly destined. In just thirty years, his cultivation has caught up to mine, impressive, impressive!”

He looked out.

His gaze seemed to penetrate all barriers, and he added, “This boy surnamed Xu, he’s also extraordinary, worthy of a meeting.”

Inside Zongsheng Palace.

Xu Yang was wandering aimlessly.

Ahead, many of the Daoists who had attended the “Daoist Skills Contest” were discussing the previous “great battle”. The achievements of Xu Yang in standing against nine disciples of Lu Shan Sect alone and killing three quickly spread.

Young.

Decisive in killing.

Highly cultivated, skilled in Daoist skills, abundant with Daoist talismans… In addition, his ability to wield a hammer was also being highly praised. After all the Daoists mostly used peach wood swords. Hammer-wielders were rare.

No.

Even among martial artists, those who wielded a hammer were few.

Throughout the history of Daoist development, there was probably no Daoist

who used a hammer.

Especially when Xu Yang filled out “Northwest Hammer King” as his name at the online registration, the name “Northwest Hammer King” became well- known in no time.

Xu Yang was unaware of this.

At the moment, he was standing under a huge ginkgo tree.

The trunk of this ginkgo tree was hollowed out, the tree only supported by a few thick pieces of bark. Normally any tree grown like this should have withered and died, but strangely enough, this ginkgo tree is still lush and green.

An earthen platform specifically built to protect the ginkgo tree surrounded it.

From a high place, one could see that the platform’s shape resembled a “bagua” layout, with iron fences around it to prevent tourists from entering and damaging the ginkgo tree.

Red ribbons were tied to the branches of the tree.

These were tied by tourists and pilgrims who came to pray for blessings.

There was also a stone stele next to it, with the words “Ginkgo Planted by

Laozi” engraved on it.

Standing under the tree, Xu Yang felt an inexplicable sense of peace.

Just then, a sound of footsteps approached.

An elder in a purple robe stepped in. His hair was white as snow, and his face still had the looks of a youth. He picked up a red ribbon from one side, personally wrote the words “Xu Yang” on it, and then tied it to a branch of the ginkgo tree.

“Junior Jingming Sect’s Xu Yang, greets the elder.”

Xu Yang quickly bowed in obeisance.

Although he didn’t recognize the identity of the Daoist elder before him, he knew what wearing a purple robe meant in the Daoist world.

“No need for formalities.”

The elder in the purple robe looked at Xu Yang with a smile. His eyes flashed with reminiscence as he sighed, “When Little Qingxu visited Zongsheng Palace for a discourse in the past, he also paused under the ginkgo tree… But who would have thought, thirty years have passed in a blink.”

Xu Yang’s heart missed a beat.

Little Qingxu?

Through Wang Hou and Luan Haiping, he had learned quite a lot about his grandfather, knowing that his grandfather was well-respected in the Daoist world and that anyone who saw him would address him as “Supreme Sage .

This old Daoist calls his grandpa “Little Qingxu,” indicative of his seniority.

As if seeing through Xu Yang’s thoughts, the elder Daoist said, “I am Zhang Chengming. I’m not particularly skilled; I just lived a bit longer, and was graciously dubbed by people of the martial world as ‘Grandmaster Chengming’.”

Grandmaster?

Xu Yang was shocked again!

In Daoist cultivation, like his grandpa who was once known as a “Divine Transcendence Realm” expert, could be addressed as “Supreme Sage .

But a Grandmaster, that was impressive.

For instance, in legends, Celestial Master Xu Xun was known as the “Miraculous Salvation True Lord Miaoji”, and only became revered as “Xu the Immortal” after his ascension.

There are also Celestial Master Xu Xun’s twelve personal disciples, addressed as the “Twelve True Masters”. The founding master of the Maoshan Sect, for example, was referred to as “Celestial Master Sanmao .

in ancient times, being a Grandmaster was synonymous with being a “Land immortal” level powerhouse, capable of founding and establishing a sect, and being revered as an Ancestral Master!

Seeing Xu Yang’s shocked expression, the old Daoist was very pleased. He acted like an old rascal and laughed, “Boy, you’re scared, aren’t you?”

“This…”

For a moment, Xu Yang didn’t know what to say.

The old Daoist then introduced the ginkgo tree in front of them, saying, “This tree was planted by Laozi himself when he preached the Dao Te Jing at Zongsheng Palace. It’s over 2,500 years old.”

“Later, many sages preached under this tree. Many people in Zongsheng Palace attained Dao under this tree. Even the Ancestral Master of your Jingming Sect, Celestial Master Xu, meditated under this ginkgo tree for 49 days before his ascension.”

“Over time, this ginkgo tree gave birth to a Tree Spirit… I remember when I just joined Zongsheng Palace, my relationship with the Tree Spirit was excellent…” He showed a nostalgic expression again, lamented, “It’s a pity that later, due to the exhaustion of spiritual aura, the ginkgo tree died and the Tree Spirit also vanished.”

“Now that spiritual aura has revived, the ginkgo tree has regained its life, but

the Tree Spirit still hasn’t revived.”

Xu Yang had heard rumours about the old ginkgo tree of Zongsheng Palace

dying and reviving.

When entering the Louguan scenic area, there were external introductions, but he had never expected that there would be such stories in it.

The old daoist liked to nag. Xu Yang stood aside, but his heart was rather

shocked!

He knew about the exhaustion of spiritual aura.

He heard it from Liu Shishi and Yun Mengxi. It began from the early Ming Dynasty and has been nearly five to six hundred years till now.

This old Daoist, had joined the Zongsheng Palace before that, is he more than

six hundred years old?

The old Daoist nattered a few more sentences. Before Xu Yang could say anything, he himself grew impatient and yawned, waving his hand, “Enough enough, let the past be the past.”

“Young man, I find you agreeable. After you enter the Dao, you’re allowed to cultivate under this ginkgo tree for a while… Alright, go back now. Remember to collect the schedule for tomorrow’s Daoist skills competition.”

The old Daoist walked away leisurely and unhurriedly with small steps.

Xu Yang shook his head…

Practicing under a ginkgo tree?

From the mouth of the old Daoist, this should be a rare opportunity.

Although he won’t use it, if he has time to meditate under the ginkgo tree to keep up appearances… After all, this ginkgo tree is so amazing, when he achieves Dao in the future, he can leave some legends.

He wandered around Zongsheng Palace for a while, visited the Sanqing Hall,

and then the Wenshi Hall.

just as he was about to leave, a young daoist stopped Xu Yang at the entrance of Zongsheng Palace and said, “Master Xu, here is the schedule for tomorrow’s Daoist Skills Competition. Please attend on time and don’t be late.”

Xu Yang took the schedule, glanced at it, and then put it away.

He walked out of Zongsheng Palace, left the Louguan Scenic Area, hailed a taxi just outside the scenic area, and went straight back to the guesthouse where he rented a room.

At the moment, there was a lot going on in the guesthouse. Two martial artists were actually practicing their fist and foot kung fu in the courtyard.

Both of them were practicing a kind of boxing technique that was wide open and powerful. Their skills were evenly matched, and their punches hit hard, creating loud thud noises.

To the side, a crowd was cheering on.

Even Liu Shishi, Yang Yin, and Yue Yuluo were peeking from the window to

watch all the excitement.

The owner of the guesthouse was so nervous that he was sweating profusely.

He had been running the guesthouse for over a decade, but never seen guests

like these!

He hurriedly went to settle the dispute.

“Please don’t fight, gentlemen, please don’t fight…” “How about this, I’ll waive your meal and drinks tonight?

When these words were heard, the two men actually stopped fighting.

They bowed to each other and retreated a step.

But the restless crowd from the martial world were getting antsy. One of them, a man with a dark face holding a huge sword, jumped in and said, “I am Shandong’s Little Likui. Which heroic gentleman wants to exchange some moves with me?”

His intention was to have his meal and wine for free.

When someone figured out “Little Likui’s” intention, they immediately hopped

out and challenged him.

The owner was almost in tears.

Xu Yang made his way through the crowd and returned to his room, only to find that Yun Mengxi was not there. He asked around and found out that Yun Mengxi had crawled into the casket to sleep.

No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knocking sound…

One by one, the nails of the stone casket fell out, and Yun Mengxi crawled out from it, yawning and rubbing her eyes, “Little Xu is back? Let’s go, let’s go out for a walk and eat some delicious food…the food here is terrible.”

Such a small requirement, Xu Yang naturally wanted to satisfy.

So many peculiar figures from the martial world were now in Zhouzhi county, Xu Yang also wanted to go out and learn about it.

Moreover, he also planned to ask Liu Shishi, Yun Mengxi, and Yue Yuluo to help him out.Jnviting these girls for a meal, it’s a price that’s worth paying.

The three girls exited the inn, one human and three ghosts.

As they passed through the courtyard of the guesthouse, they attracted the attention of many people from the martial world, but thankfully, there weren’t any cheesy plots like someone harassing or provoking them.

After all, most of the people who have lived in the modern martial world are not idiots.

No one would casually provoke a stranger without knowing their background.

Once they were on the street…

Liu Shishi, Yang Yin, and Yue Yuluo were all looking around excitedly. If they saw anything they liked, they’d ask Xu Yang to buy it for them.

Only Yun Mengxi seemed to be in the dumps and lacked energy, as if she hadn’t woken up fully.

Only when she saw food, would her eyes light up.

The group kept on shopping till 6 in the evening.

Xu Yang received a message from Zhou Jie.

In the message, he mentioned the location where Lin Chaosheng from the Lu Shan Sect and his group were staying. He warned Xu Yang to be careful, as Lin Chaosheng was not an ordinary practitioner in the realm of Daoism and would not be easy to handle.

Moreover, he couldn’t make too much noise or cause harm to ordinary people. Zhou Jie also told Xu Yang that Lin Chaosheng had booked a flight for early morning the next day, so if Xu Yang wanted to make a move, he had to seize the chance quickly.

Xu Yang put away his phone, smiling, “Alright, we’ll end our shopping trip here today. Let’s go for dinner.”

He led the four girls into a long-established restaurant in Zhouzhi. He ordered a big table of local specialties of Zhouzhi County, like Zhouzhi steamed pork with rice flour, Zhouzhi’s Eight Bowls, and Heihe grilled fish, etc.

By the time they finished the meal, it was already dusk.

Xu Yang got up, settled the bill and headed out.

Yue Yuluo glanced at Xu Yang’s back and said, “Husband, you have a killing aura around you…”

Xu Yang turned back, messing up Yue Yuluo’s hair with a smile, “That’s right, ladies, we’re not going back to the guesthouse just yet. We have to kill someone first, then we’ll go to the night market in Zhouzhi!”

PS: This is the third update for today. It’s another day for writing to,ooo+ words. I humbly ask for monthly tickets. I will post a standalone chapter later, you all can take a look.

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