During this time, Yang Huaiping made a lot of wood carvings of Hu Yuxuan's appearance, which carved Hu Yuxuan's various expressions, happy, angry, and shy...... Whenever he saw these wood carvings, his thoughts in his heart would be a little stronger.

After a snowstorm, the heavens and the earth seemed to be a scene covered in silver, and at this time, several uninvited guests came to the Ziyun Temple.

An old man with white hair and long hair, who looked quite immortal and had the temperament of a fairy wind and bones, walked up to the Purple Cloud Temple along a bluestone path paved with thick snow and twists and turns, with a few men with sharp eyes and cold faces, and a few obedient female disciples.

After the old man with the white goatee saw the group coming, he frowned and turned over and jumped down from the osmanthus tree in Ziyunguan, and the old man with the white goatee said to the white-haired and long-haired old man: "It turned out to be the chief of Wu Dao of Qingcheng Mountain, and he never greeted him from afar, it is really disrespectful and disrespectful!"

The white-haired, long-haired old man said calmly: "Daoist Li doesn't have to be polite, I came to Ziyun to worship the mountain gate for the sake of these unsuccessful apprentices beside me!"

The old man with the white goatee took out the wine jug from his waist and took a sip, he glanced at the several men and women behind Wu Daochang, and said quietly: "I think Wu Daochang is not here to worship the mountain gate, but to bring his apprentice to my Ziyun Guan Kicking Hall!"

"Where, Daoist Li said with a smile, these apprentices of mine have always admired the unfathomable exercises in the Purple Cloud Temple, so I brought them over to learn and exchange!"

The old man with the white goatee shouted to the beautiful woman who was practicing swords outside the Taoist temple: "Qingshang, you go to the cliff and call your senior brothers over, just say that we have guests from the Taoist temple!"

After Qingshang inadvertently glanced at the visitor, she said respectfully: "Okay, master, I'll call them over!"

The old man with a white goatee waved his sleeves in a dashing manner to clear the snow that had fallen on a stone table and stone bench outside Ziyun Temple, and he took out a tea set from a simple ring on his finger and began to brew tea.

Wu Daochang sat on the stone bench with a calm face, and he smiled indifferently: "I haven't drunk Li Daochang's tea for many years, to be honest, I still miss it a little!"

"Do you want to drink something a little stronger, or something lighter?" said the old man with a white goatee, gathering the snow from the sky into a teapot.

Wu Daochang said with a deep sigh: "It's up to you, in fact, drinking tea is the mood, and who you drink tea with, it doesn't matter what else you drink with!"

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At this moment, Qingshang came over with all the senior brothers, and they stood aside at the signal of the old man with the white goatee.

The cup of tea made by the old man with a white goatee was pushed in front of Daochang Wu, he took out the wine pot on his waist and took a sip and said, "Qingshang, you go and call your little junior brother over, he has just started not long ago, I think even if we lose the Ziyunguan battle this time, we won't lose much face!"

Qingshang's brows frowned inadvertently, but she still nodded at the old man with a white goatee, and then walked towards Yang Huaiping, who was often on the cliff these days looking at the wood carving villain in a daze.

At this time, the teacup that Wu Daochang put to his lips stagnated, and he said with a somewhat unhappy look on his face: "Daochang Li, you let a beginner kid compete with our disciples of Qingcheng Mountain, you don't take our Qingcheng Mountain too seriously!"

However, the old man with the white goatee did not answer Wu Daochang's words, he just looked leisurely and drank the wine in the pot.

It didn't take long for Qingshang to take Yang Huaiping to the old man of the white goat.

After the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain were in a trance when they saw it, and after cultivating to Yang Huaiping, who was more than half a little worse than them, the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain all made sneering voices.

"I'm not mistaken, this kid who has just refined the qi of his heart wants to fight with our disciples of Qingcheng Mountain, this is simply an insult to our disciples of Qingcheng Mountain!"

"You see this kid looks confused, his eyes are very sloppy, there is no trace of our cultivators' style at all, our Daomen actually has the existence of such a person, it is really unfortunate for our Daomen!"

"Senior brothers, let me fight him, you fight him, I think it's bullying him!"

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Wu Daochang took a sip of tea, and he said in a cold tone: "Shut up for me, if anyone dares to speak wildly again, he will roll down this sword peak for the teacher!"

At this time, Yang Huaiping suddenly came back to his senses, he carefully put the wood carving in the shape of Hu Yuxuan in his hand into the hemp yellow bag on his waist, Yang Huaiping said calmly to the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain: "Don't you want to compete with me? I have some understanding these days, so you practice your hands, you are one by one, or a group of people together!"

Hearing Yang Huaiping's words, the lungs of the Qingcheng Mountain disciples were almost exploding one by one, and they were all indignant in the face of such a high profile of *Ping.

"Don't stop me, I want to give this arrogant and ignorant kid some color, otherwise this kid really doesn't know how thick the sky is!"

"This kid can't be that he didn't wake up in the morning, knocked his head on the door panel, and said such a big thing, and he wasn't afraid of flashing his tongue!"

"I Sun Dahu's temper can't bear it, if I don't break this kid's leg today, I won't go down this Sword Peak!"

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After Daochang Wu heard Yang Huaiping's words, his hand holding the teacup couldn't help but clench, Daochang Wu's tone revealed a little cold, and he said to a man with a cold face: "Ji Lingyun, you go and talk to this disciple of Ziyun Temple!"

"It's the master!" Ji Lingyun took out a flying sword with ice edges from the numb yellow bag around his waist and slowly walked towards Yang Huaiping.

Yang Huaiping didn't say a word, a red carving knife was spun out in his hand, and an afterimage swept over the place, rushing towards Ji Lingyun, he held the carving knife in his hand, and slashed at Ji Lingyun's neck with a kind of power that he had realized these days.

"This is the power of longing, the power that can invisibly restrain people's hearts!" Ji Lingyun stared at Yang Huaiping with incredible eyes, and while he was surprised, he quietly turned his head and dodged Yang Huaiping's knife.

However, a strand of hair on the top of Ji Lingyun's head was shaved off by Yang Huaiping, and he immediately got into a battle with Yang Huaiping with a flying sword with ice edges.

Although Ji Lingyun's cultivation was more than a star and a half higher than Yang Huaiping, he seemed very difficult when fighting with Yang Huaiping, as time passed, Ji Lingyun gradually felt desperate under the entanglement of countless threads turned into countless threads by Yang Huaiping's longing power, so he hurriedly took a few steps back and said, "I admit defeat!"

Yang Huaiping saw that the other party had admitted defeat, so he put the carving knife in his hand into the hemp yellow bag on his waist and retreated to the white goatee old man.

As soon as Daoist Wu saw that his most proud apprentices had been defeated, he put down the teacup in his hand with a blue face and waved his sleeves and said to the disciples beside him, "Let's go!"