Evening.

There were many chairs placed under the willow trees in the rather desolate courtyard, and the northern realm was desolate, although everyone present were cultivators, Ling Jianzi still lit a bonfire in the center, which seemed to be more in line with the current atmosphere.

Xi Yao stretched out her hands like jade, quietly roasting the fire, the light of the fire reflected on her face was particularly moving, but at this moment, everyone's eyes were on the young man beside her.

The young man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, his eyes were clear, and he was carrying a rusty spear on his back, and he was vaguely shy in the face of everyone's eyes.

Ling Jianzi's eyebrows were slightly raised, looking extremely serious, and he glanced at the other party from time to time.

Jiang Shaoqiu and Ye Zhiqiu have been disciples of the Dao Sect for many years, but the young man in front of him is the same age as them, and the trace of Dao speculation emanating from him is very likely to be a disciple of the Dao Sect, and he can also travel thousands of miles from the Spirit Desolation to Wanliu City, so the unprecedented time gave him a sense of crisis and a competitive mind.

Shen Yu looked at the spear behind the young man and said, "I didn't expect you to come here too."

The young man, it should be said that Qingshan scratched his head and said, "Originally, I wanted to go to the Dao Sect to find the immortal you, but I told the uncle that I could come here to shop, so I came."

Shen Yu asked, "Alone?"

Aoyama nodded obediently.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes became even more strange.

Ye Zhiqiu and Jiang Shaoqiu were both a little unbelievable.

They couldn't see the realm of the young man, and they had never heard of such a disciple in the Dao Sect, but they knew that a young man who crossed a continent and crossed the thousands of miles of wasteland to get here was not just a matter of luck.

Ling Jianzi asked curiously, "Didn't you encounter any danger on the road? You're so lucky."

Qingshan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I still met some bad guys on the road, but their strength was not very strong, I shot a few times, and they ran away."

This explanation left everyone speechless.

Ling Jianzi said disdainfully, "Bragging, right? I don't believe it."

Qingshan nodded and said seriously, "It's true."

Shen Yu interrupted the two of them and said to Qingshan, "It's a little abrupt, but it's good to arrive, and when the matter here is resolved, you can go back to the Dao Sect together."

Shen Yu has no doubts about the strength of the young man, but fortunately he didn't meet some loose cultivators with vicious eyes and ruthless hearts, if he saw the strange realm of the young man and the mystery of the broken gun, it would definitely be a disaster.

Aoyama nodded obediently.

Shen Yu continued, "Let me introduce, Yuan Temple disciple, Qing Shan, is your junior disciple."

Ye Zhiqiu and Jiang Shaoqiu were both a little surprised.

In recent years, there were only three disciples of the Yuan Temple, Shen Yu, Su Mo and Yang Liu, and even the head of the sect was in retreat, when did another disciple appear who they had never seen before.

Shen Yu looked at their doubts, but did not explain, and said, "How are you doing to Uncle Xiang?"

Aoyama said, "Uncle still sells alcohol in the village, but Uncle said it's a little boring, maybe he will come out and walk around."

In terms of the true understanding of the Great Dao and the cultivation of the realm, except for the head of the Dao Sect in the whole world, what made Shen Yu feel some appreciation and admiration was the man he had met by chance in the deep mountains.

Since he is the junior disciple of the head of the sect, then Qingshan is naturally also a person from the Yuan Temple.

With the addition of Spirit Sword and Bean Sprouts, maybe the next time the four halls compete, they will give the other three halls a great surprise.

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In the next few days, the residence of the Taoist sect was much more lively.

In addition to the discussion between Ye Zhiqiu and Jiang Shaoqiu, Ling Jianzi couldn't help but think about it, and chased Qingshan three times and twice to have a competition.

"Hey, why didn't you say you couldn't beat me before you fought me, no, the two of us have to have a good fight today."

Early one morning, Ling Jianzi began to chatter and entangle again.

Aoyama was a little helpless, and replied honestly, "I only practice guns, and I don't want to fight."

Ling Jianzi was dissatisfied: "If you don't fight, what are you doing practicing guns?"

Aoyama said seriously, "I want to be a gun master."

Ling Jianzi rolled his eyes even more, thinking that this guy lacked heart, so he said, "How can you become a spear saint without fighting?"

Qingshan opened his mouth and said, "Uncle said, it will be natural to practice and practice."

Ling Jianzi put his hands around his chest, raised his head and said, "What kind of bullshit uncle, what you said is stupid, your brain must be not good!"

Hearing this, Qingshan's figure as he was about to leave paused, was silent for a while, then turned his head and said, "Although it is true that Uncle sometimes has a bad brain, you can't say that about him, otherwise even though we will be senior brothers, I will also be angry."

Looking at the anger in Qingshan's eyes, Ling Jianzi's eyes suddenly lit up, he pulled away and said, "Okay, if you want me to listen to you, then fight with me, if you win then I will admit my mistake, but if you lose, you will be my junior brother from now on."

Bean Sprouts listened quietly on the side, and rolled her eyes when she heard this.

After talking for so long, he finally got to the point, and it turned out that what he had been struggling with was the problem of his senior brother and younger brother.

When Uncle Shen Yu didn't make it clear, he thought about making the first move and setting down the seniority.

But looking at Qingshan's gaze, Bean Sprouts became a little worried.

I don't know why, she looked at Qingshan, although she didn't know the realm, but the feeling was indescribably mysterious.

Her feeling has always been right, that is to say, Ling Jianzi's abacus is destined to lose.

Not far away, Jiang Shaoqiu and Ye Zhiqiu sat under the willow chair, and the former said with some concern, "Do you want to stop it?"

Ye Zhiqiu was a little excited and said, "Silly, what are you doing to stop this kind of thing, just to see this kid's cultivation."

Shen Yu walked out of the door, saw this scene, and sat under the locust tree with an interesting look to watch.

Aoyama was silent for a moment, and then silently held the broken gun he was carrying behind him in his hand.

"Let's talk about it first, I'm not very good at fighting, if I hurt you, you tell me in advance, don't blame me for being too heavy."

Ling Jianzi's eyes widened, and he said categorically, "Who is my Ling Jianzi? A spit and a nail, don't say that you will hurt me, even if you beat me to death on the spot, it will be my lack of skill, but don't think about me begging you for mercy for half a word!"

Qingshan was a little apprehensive and said, "Aren't you very strong?"

Ling Jianzi snorted, "In the entire Wanliu City, I am a first-class master, how high it is, you can see for yourself."

"That's so high."

Qingshan scratched his head and said seriously, "I understand, I will use all my strength."

Seeing that the two of them had set up a posture, Ling Jianzi shot first, and the Dao sword behind him was directly held in his hands with both hands, using a style of swordsmanship, and the whole person rose in the air, and smashed down towards Qingshan with the sword in both hands.

There was a tearing sound in the air.

In the distance, Ye Zhiqiu smiled slightly, ready to make a move.

But that's when something surprising happened.

Qingshan's expression was calm, and he just made a gentle upward movement.

The tip of the broken spear hit the wrist of the spirit sword steadily and accurately, and the latter screamed strangely, and the Dao sword in his hand was thrown directly in mid-air.

Aoyama took a step forward and stabbed lightly forward.

Spirit Sword Zi gritted his teeth slightly, his trembling right hand accumulated spiritual power again, and the Dao Sword flew back in the distance.

Another sword.

The Dao Sword was like a big stone, surrounded by sword qi, directly blocking the body of the Spirit Sword.

Then Qingshan's wrist shook slightly, his right hand was raised high, and after a slight pause, he calmly fell down.

Several bullet shadows appeared in the air.

And then there were countless thumping sounds.

The Dao Sword Cicada screamed, and in the end, it could no longer bear the force and bounced to the side, and Qingshan's broken spear still smashed firmly and steadily towards Shen Yu's head.

The latter immediately fell to his knees, clenched his hands into fists, and shouted with great skill, "Spare your life!"