Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 680 - 337: The Domineering Master Luoxue_2

Chapter 680: Chapter 337: The Domineering Master Luoxue_2

Clearly, the opponent’s cultivation was far above his.

And even more taken aback was Fang Ziheng.

Watching the Silver Light Flying Sword turn into a ring on the other party’s finger, he was completely stunned, his face flushing with embarrassment.

So it turned out that Jiang’s swordsmanship was truly superior to his.

"Does it look good?"

Jiang Shouzhong noticed the other party staring at his flying sword, and with a wave of his hand, he smiled and said, "It’s yours."

These heart-piercing words made Fang Ziheng smile wryly.

He couldn’t be blamed for this.

When he left seclusion, Qingzhou had already started the massacre, and Famous Sword Villa was moving away.

He was completely unaware that Jiang Shouzhong had borrowed a sword at that time. His grandfather and elder brother also never mentioned it.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have made a fool of himself.

"This one is also yours."

Qu Hongling summoned the Phoenix Slayer Flying Sword, adding another playful blow with a smile.

Fang Ziheng stared blankly at the girl leisurely playing with the flying sword, his mouth agape, unable to speak in his shock.

This girl could also perform Sword Control?

Thinking back to himself trying to stand up for her not long ago, he felt a wave of shame wash over him.

Turns out, he was the real fool all along.

Fortunately, Jiang Shouzhong patted his shoulder, reassuring him:

"It’s okay, since my master thinks highly of you, it means you have great potential and will certainly achieve great things in the future.

Besides, you’re a pretty decent person. Let’s be friends, and if you have any difficulties, come find me.

Earlier, that guy spoke rudely to my woman. Normally, I would have hit back hard, but since Hong’er started it as a joke, and I was also worried about implicating you, causing you to fail in your sword-seeking mission, I gave you some face."

Fang Ziheng’s heart was a mix of emotions, not knowing what to say.

At this moment, Dugu Luoxue softly said to Jiang Shouzhong:

"Yun Wuqing’s swordsmanship emphasizes mindfulness and spontaneity. If he offers to teach you swordsmanship when we go up the mountain, just refuse. It’s not suitable for you. Besides, his swordsmanship is quite average."

Jiang Shouzhong pursed his lips and said, "With Mr. Yan as my master, what could I learn from him?"

Dugu Luoxue smiled, saying no more.

But Fang Ziheng beside them couldn’t sit still when he heard this.

Yun Wuqing’s swordsmanship, average?

How many people in the world are qualified to say such a thing?

Although he couldn’t reach Yan Changqing’s level, he was still a legendary figure among sword cultivators, idolized by countless sword cultivators.

Even his own grandfather was full of praise for his Breeze Sword Technique.

Fang Ziheng wanted to argue, but recalling Jiang Shouzhong and Qu Hongling’s sword control abilities earlier, he forcibly swallowed his words, his cheeks flushed red.

Ultimately, the young master of the Fang Family couldn’t hold back and said:

"This young lady, Senior Yun’s swordsmanship is quite remarkable. All of us may struggle to reach his Sword Dao realm, even if we cultivate for a lifetime.

A few years ago, the Vice Mountain Master, the female master from Wanshou Mountains and Rivers, gave Yun such high praise for his swordsmanship: ’Yun without fixation, Breeze flows naturally, wherever the sword points, the Breeze naturally arrives.’

This shows the ethereal nature of Senior Yun’s swordsmanship and the superiority of his Sword Dao. Moreover, this praise is engraved at the Hao Sword Peak of Zhenxuan Mountain..."

Throughout the journey, Jiang Shouzhong never introduced the three women to him.

He only thought Dugu Luoxue was an ordinary woman, not sensing any cultivation from her, just amazed by her pure and unblemished aura.

Fang Ziheng talked endlessly, seeing Dugu Luoxue’s calm expression as if she wasn’t listening, he closed his mouth sullenly.

Oh well, with his strength, he had no right to comment.

Qu Hongling and Yelü Miaomiao both watched this scene, holding back their laughter.

Jiang Shouzhong glanced at the dejected Fang Ziheng and murmured, "This guy is indeed silly sometimes, but purely so."

...

Entering the mountain gate, they began to see some of the Zhenxuan Mountain’s outer disciples.

These disciples either welcomed incense-bearers or distributed food to satisfy hunger, or provided massage skills to help elderly people invigorate blood circulation and cure ailments...

Anyway, the service was really nice.

Perhaps, at this moment, much of the resentment people had from the climb diminished.

The appearance of Yelü Miaomiao and the three women immediately attracted these young Taoists, who rushed over to offer their courtesies.

Spending a long time on the mountain made it difficult for young men with boiling blood to calm their restless hearts.

In this regard, they are quite similar to monks.

Even slightly attractive ones could stir them up for half a day, with discussions continuing under the blankets at night, let alone such stunning beauties.

And there were three of them.

The fact that they hadn’t howled in excitement was already quite restrained.

However, before they could surround her, Yelü Miaomiao suddenly grabbed the foot of a stone lion beside her and threw it towards a distant Taoist Ancestor statue.

The stone lion, weighing thousands of pounds, flew out with a whistle.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

As the stone lion was about to hit the statue, it was suddenly caught by an invisible and gentle wind.

The stone lion swayed a few times and floated back to its original position.

A tall middle-aged man in a cyan Taoist robe with one arm slowly walked out from the distant hall door.

The one-armed Taoist seemed to possess the art of shrinking the ground, arriving before Jiang Shouzhong and the others in just a few steps. Looking at Yelü Miaomiao, he smiled and said, "Little girl, why such a big temper?"

"Senior Uncle Yun."

"Senior Uncle Yun."

"..."

The disciples all saluted when they saw him.

Yelü Miaomiao snorted coldly and said, "Climbing the mountain tired me out, can’t I stretch my muscles a bit?"

Jiang Shouzhong knew that the girl was upset about Empress Dowager Xiao’s serious illness and had harbored many opinions about Zhenxuan Mountain all the way, which was why she was causing trouble.

He coughed, stepped forward, and saluted with cupped fists, "I am Jiang Shouzhong, greetings to the Taoist."

But Taoist Yun didn’t pay attention to him. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Dugu Luoxue, stepped forward, respectfully bowed, and said, "Yun Wuqing of Zhenxuan Mountain, greetings to Master Dugu."

Jiang Shouzhong frowned.

What was this? Intentionally ignoring me?

Upon hearing the name "Yun Wuqing" at the start, Fang Ziheng’s eyes filled with intense ardor and reverence as he looked at the one-armed Taoist.

However, the latter part of his address and his respectful attitude towards Dugu Luoxue left him dumbfounded.

"Master Dugu... Master... Dugu..."

Fang Ziheng repeated in his heart, his pupils suddenly shrinking, looking at the woman with eyes full of disbelief.

This was the Vice Mountain Master of Wanshou Mountains and Rivers, already in the Feathered Transformation Realm, the Confucian female master?

The man broke out in a cold sweat.

He even pinched his thigh hard to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

What on earth.

How could Jiang have such a terrifying woman by his side?

Recalling the arguments he’d just had in front of her, the young master of the Fang Family felt terribly awkward, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

Dugu Luoxue slightly nodded, her gentle and warm voice like a spring breeze, "Senior Yan left a message for Jiang Mo, saying he should come to Zhenxuan Mountain, so I personally escorted him."

Yun Wuqing nodded with a smile, turned to Jiang Shouzhong, and asked, "May I know why Senior Yan sent Jiang son to Zhenxuan Mountain?"

This question stumped Jiang Shouzhong.

Because at that time, Yan Changqing hadn’t mentioned what he should do at Zhenxuan Mountain.

In his silence, Yelü Miaomiao suddenly interjected, "Hey, I’m looking for someone, is the eldest daughter of the Ran Family, Ran Qingchen, at Zhenxuan Mountain or not."

"Not here."

Yun Wuqing shook his head.

Yelü Miaomiao frowned, "Really not here, or just saying she’s not."

Yun Wuqing smiled and said, "If she’s here, she’s here; if not, she’s not. If you don’t believe it, you can search the mountain."

Jiang Shouzhong felt a twinge of disappointment upon hearing this.

If Ran Qingchen didn’t come to Zhenxuan Mountain, where could she have gone?

"Jiang son, have you decided what you want to do at Zhenxuan Mountain?"

Yun Wuqing said with a warm smile, "If not, then I can only ask you to leave the mountain. After all, the court has issued a wanted order, and we at Zhenxuan Mountain dare not harbor fugitives."

"I brought Jiang Mo to seek the sword."

Dugu Luoxue suddenly spoke, her voice icy cold.

Yun Wuqing asked, "What sword?"

Dugu Luoxue said, "Taoist River Map."

Yun Wuqing slowly shook his head, "I’m sorry, the Taoist River Map has been lost for many years, we at Zhenxuan Mountain don’t have it."

Dugu Luoxue gently brushed a fallen leaf off Jiang Shouzhong’s shoulder, her clear and cold eyes fixing on Yun Wuqing, then turning to the main hall of Zhenxuan Mountain.

"Then let me rephrase, we’re here to retrieve the sword.

This Taoist River Map, whether you Zhenxuan Mountain have it or not, you must have it!"

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