Chapter 354 Genius Girl

Ye Xiaochuan really couldn't live now. He had always believed that people lived in the world with their faces.

Now, Baili Yuan, the big mouth, had spread his bedwetting to Jiaye Temple. It was estimated that when he reached the Broken Sky Cliff, everyone in the cultivation world would know about his embarrassing incident.

He wanted to find a marmot hole and crawl into it, and never come out.

No, he had to strangle Baili Yuan to death before crawling in! And Xiaochi, the little sister who made him wet the bed!

At the same time, thousands of miles away in Cangyun Mountain, Samsara Peak.

Since the drunk Taoist accepted Yang Shijiu as his little disciple and moved into the new courtyard, he has been living a carefree life. He even showed signs of rejuvenation. Even his black hair has grown back. He carries a big wine gourd and walks happily on Samsara Peak all day. I don't know how many elders of Cangyun Sect envy him to death.

What makes the drunk Taoist proud is not how rich his little disciple Yang Shijiu is, but Yang Shijiu's qualifications.

Yang Shijiu has been practicing martial arts since he was young. His martial arts skills are very high at such a young age. Seven or eight burly men can't get close to him. He is almost equivalent to the fourth level of the Divine Sea Realm in the world of cultivation. Except for being unable to control the flying sword to fly in the air, he has never lost to the disciples of the Divine Sea Realm of Cangyun Sect. His heroic spirit is impressive.

Many times, elders such as Yu Chenzi and Chi Yan Taoist have privately found Zui Taoist and asked Zui Taoist to give Yang Shijiu to them. They are willing to accept Yang Shijiu as a disciple.

Even Jingshui Nun, who rarely goes out in Yuanshui Xiaozhu, also found Zui Taoist after seeing Yang Shijiu occasionally.

"Brother Qingfeng, it is inconvenient for you to teach female disciples. Why don't you transfer to my sect? What do you think?"

Every time thinking of Jingshui Nun's words, Zui Taoist can't help but drink three mouthfuls of wine.

He has lived for most of his life, and now he is old, two disciples have fought for his face. It's so cool.

Early this morning, the drunk Taoist was lying in his room, holding a wine gourd and dreaming. Seeing the occasional smile on his lips, it seemed to be a good dream.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a scream suddenly came from the room of the little disciple Yang Shijiu next door.

The drunk Taoist immediately rolled out of bed, was shocked, and hurriedly walked out and pushed open Yang Shijiu's room, shouting: "Shijiu, what's wrong?"

Yang Shijiu was dressed in green, with her hair tied up and a crown. Although she was wearing the clothes of a female disciple, her heroic spirit was even stronger than that of some men.

Yang Shijiu was sitting cross-legged on the bed like a wooden chicken, staring at the feet of the drunk Taoist with big eyes.

The drunk Taoist was stunned, looked down, and saw a sword at his feet, a three-foot sword body, a green sword body, a glow, and abundant spiritual power. It was the Qingfeng Sword that he gave to Yang Shijiu when she became his disciple that day!

The drunk Taoist wanted to bend down to pick up the Qingfeng Sword, but Yang Shijiu suddenly woke up and shouted, "Master!"

This shout scared the drunk Taoist again, and he said, "Don't be so startled, what happened?"

Suddenly, Yang Shijiu's eyes showed confusion, and then he seemed a little uncertain and said, "Master, I seem to be able to control the flying sword!"

The drunk Taoist's old face froze, and he said, "How is it possible? You have been practicing for less than a month, it is impossible... puff..."

Before the drunk Taoist finished speaking, Yang Shijiu, who was sitting cross-legged, put his right hand together as a sword and raised it upwards.

Suddenly, the Qingfeng Sword on the ground at the feet of the drunk Taoist seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force. Suddenly, a green light lit up, and it jumped up from the ground with a whoosh.

This scene made the drunk Taoist's eyes widen. He thought he was dreaming and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

It was not a dream. The Qingfeng Sword was controlled by Yang Shijiu's handprints and sword techniques, shuttling back and forth in the room. However, Yang Shijiu was not proficient in controlling the flying sword, so he shot several porcelain decorations in the room and shot a big hole in the wooden window.

Although the drunk Taoist was shocked, he recovered quickly. Others did not know, but he knew that Yang Shijiu had a good foundation. Before she entered the mountain gate, she had practiced martial arts since childhood and had a very high physical fitness. He also opened up her two major acupuncture points, Shenmen and Neihai, and the meridians in her body were connected, and she immediately reached the fourth level of Shenhai realm.

He was just surprised that Yang Shijiu could reach the fifth level so quickly. According to his estimation, it should take at least one year.

Yang Shijiu took back the Qingfeng Sword and said happily: "Master, I can control the flying sword. Have I reached the realm of flying in the air?"

Today, the drunk Taoist was very proud. He walked on the Samsara Peak with his hands behind his back, followed by Yang Shijiu, who was flying slowly about three feet above the ground with his feet on the fairy sword.

While the drunk Taoist taught Yang Nineteen the essentials of flying with a sword, he also said to the elders and disciples passing by: "My disciple Nineteen is stupid, and it took him a month to reach the realm of flying in the air..."

This incident soon caused a sensation in the entire Samsara Peak. Even the disciples of the four branches of Chaoxia Peak, Zhengyang Peak, Yujian Peak, and Qianfo Peak heard that a genius appeared in Changmen Samsara Peak, and he reached the realm of flying with a sword within a month of entering the sect.

When the drunk Taoist took Yang Nineteen to show off to the Discipline Hall, a large group of disciples were already watching behind him, all in amazement.

If it wasn't for seeing it with their own eyes, no one would believe that Yang Nineteen, who came to become a disciple with hundreds of jars of fine wine a month ago, would break through the shackles in such a short time and join the ranks of cultivators.

You know, some of these disciples who were watching have been practicing for more than ten years, but still can't fly in the air.

Comparing people is really annoying!

Taoist Yunhe, who had just returned from Tianquan Villa, was discussing something with the headmaster Yujizi in the Discipline Hall. Hearing the noisy discussions of the disciples outside, he walked out.

As soon as he came out, he saw Taoist Zui walking towards him with his new disciple like a puppy, with a large group of elders and disciples pointing and talking behind him.

Taoist Yunhe, who was in charge of Cangyun Criminal Law, frowned and was about to scold the disciples who were making noise at the gate of the Discipline Hall, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

That's right, his eyes were not blurry. The little disciple of Taoist Zui, Yang Shijiu, was standing on the Qingfeng Sword and flying slowly!

This discovery surprised Taoist Yunhe so much that he even forgot to scold the disciples.

Yujizi was also stunned. The last time Yang Shijiu came to pay homage to his master, he made a lot of noise, which alarmed Yujizi at the time, but Yujizi didn't take it seriously.

Recently, several junior brothers and sisters said that Zui Lao had accepted a precious disciple with very high qualifications. This aroused Yu Jizi's idea, and he was preparing to find an opportunity to see this young talent who was praised by several respected elders to see if Cang Yunmen really had another young genius.