Qingcheng Mountain is located in the middle of Sichuan, northwest of Jinguan City.

The land in central Sichuan is mountainous. In front and behind Qingcheng Mountain, it is surrounded by undulating peaks and lush green trees. It has always been known as "Qingcheng is the most secluded place in the world".

The polar day is coming to an end in Antarctica, while in the Northern Hemisphere, spring and summer are entering.

At this time, in Qingcheng Mountain, the trees are green, there are thousands of stairs, winding paths, and the scenery is pleasant and beautiful.

"Moveless as a mountain..."

"The autumn breeze is refreshing..."

"The wind blows and the setting sun..."

In this green mountain valley, there is a young Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a Bagua scarf, standing on a cliff, practicing sword techniques without any distractions.

His face was calm and concentrated, and his swordsmanship was extremely free and unrestrained, with the tenacity of a green pine and the casualness of a breeze.

The swordsmanship he performed was light and tenacious, with an artistic conception of "as strong as a pine, as light as the wind", and was already very impressive among the younger disciples.

Not to mention an expert, even an outsider can see that he is very talented in the art of swordsmanship.

"well!"

"Awesome, really awesome!"

The young Taoist priest practiced swordsmanship and did not shy away from pedestrians and tourists. Instead, he practiced freely and unrestrainedly in the mountain corridors and cliffs.

While he was practicing swordsmanship, a crew who was going to shoot a martial arts drama climbed to the top of the mountain to watch Laojun burn incense. By the way, he wanted to try his luck and wanted to pay a visit to the founder of Qingcheng Mountain, an old immortal who was very famous in Sichuan.

Taoist Master Yunlong.

"Director Li, what do you think of this Taoist priest's swordsmanship?"

In the team, there was a fat middle-aged man wearing a sun hat. Looking to the side, he saw an old man with some gray hair, but energetic, half-squinting his eyes, but from time to time a glint of light was projected from his eyes.

The old man is the martial arts instructor of the crew of this martial arts drama. He is also well-known in the capital. He has been practicing Neijiaquan since he was a child. However, because of his poor kung fu training, his vitality was injured ten years ago. For the rest of his life, he will never have the opportunity to step into the martial arts world again.

Entering the innate realm. In order to earn a living, he joined the now popular entertainment industry, specializing in martial arts instruction for some martial arts dramas.

At this time, Director Li took a look at the swordsmanship practiced by the Taoist priest, nodded, with an expression of approval on his face, and said: "I have heard for a long time that Qingcheng School's "Songfeng Swordsmanship" is both strong and light, and has both.

As strong as a pine tree, as light as the wind... When I see it today, it is worthy of its reputation!"

After a few words of praise, Director Li said again: "Director Zhang, I think if we really want to make this drama good, the Battle of Qingcheng is the top priority, and it must be exciting enough. If we can invite a

A master from Qingcheng Mountain will make a guest appearance as the talented master of the Qingcheng School in the drama. When the time comes, let the Internet promoters hype it up, and it will definitely become a hit!"

At this time, an assistant director in the team suddenly said: "Director Zhang, Director Li, haven't you noticed that this Taoist priest of the Qingcheng Sect is also very handsome? In addition, his swordsmanship is excellent. If

If you package it well, it will definitely attract a lot of female fans on the Internet. This should also be good for Qingcheng Mountain's self-promotion."

Director Zhang heard this and nodded with a smile: "Yes, when we arrive at Laojun Temple later, I will find someone to find out the Taoist priest's name. Although our drama has been confirmed to be a hit drama this year. However,

In order to defeat that fashion drama launched by our company’s old enemy, I think we still have to work harder.”

When the others heard this, they all nodded and said: "Yes, yes. If this show becomes popular, our faces will be bright. If it hits the streets...hey, if nothing else, Sister Xiao Qiao will definitely be killed."

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At the same time, a small town at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

A black Mercedes commercial vehicle slowly drove in and parked outside the best hotel in the town.

A young girl in her twenties in the car gently pushed the beautiful woman next to her who was snoring slightly, and said: "Sister Xiao Qiao, wake up, we have arrived at Qingcheng Mountain."

"Arrived? So soon..."

The beautiful woman opened and took off her big sunglasses, revealing a pair of dreamy eyes, like a pool of autumn water, with all kinds of charm.

After several hours of flying from Beijing to Jinguancheng, and several hours of driving from the airport to Qingcheng Mountain, she was already very tired, but at this time she rubbed her listless face, letting herself see

Be more energetic, and then casually said: "Xiao Yao, what time is it now?"

"About 9 o'clock!"

The assistant Xiao Yao looked at his watch and said.

"It's 9 o'clock...it's a little late, but it probably doesn't matter."

The beautiful woman whispered to herself, and then said: "Wait a minute, please accompany me to the top of the mountain to see Laojun."

"Oh well."

Assistant Xiao Yao didn't ask anything, although she was very surprised as to why Chen Xiaoqiao didn't take a rest even though she was very tired after coming to Qingcheng Mountain, but was in a hurry to go to Laojun Temple.

However, she is just a small assistant, and the boss does not need to explain to her what he wants to do.

After she nodded in agreement, she thought of something and said, "Sister Xiao Qiao, do you want to prepare anything?"

"No."

Chen Xiaoqiao shook her head and said: "I just went to pay homage to Laojun. I am not asking for help, but for God. There is no need to bring gifts."

"OK!"

Assistant Xiao Yao nodded when he heard this and didn't ask any more questions.

Celebrities and wealthy businessmen all like to worship gods and pray to Buddha to bless themselves with prosperity and wealth. Although she has not been with Chen Xiaoqiao for a long time, she can understand these things.

"Sister Xiao Qiao, the sun is a little bright outside, let me hold an umbrella for you!"

After the assistant Xiao Yao got out of the car, he felt that Chu Xia's eyes were already a little tangy, and Chen Xiaoqiao's skin was extremely fair. If it was tanned, it would be like pearls covered with dust, which is regrettable.

She quickly took out a parasol from her bag, ran to the other side of the car, opened the parasol for Chen Xiaoqiao, and then opened the door.

"Thanks."

Chen Xiaoqiao smiled slightly at his assistant.

She was wearing a beautiful short cheongsam and no stockings, revealing her long, white and smooth thighs. She had bare feet and gold-embroidered high-heeled shoes as she walked out of the black Mercedes business car.

The sharp contrast between the black luxury car and the snow-white skin was brought to an extreme when she stretched out her legs.

The various amorous feelings at that moment actually made the whole street's breathing freeze for a moment.

"I come here to ask for love and a future life...Am I too greedy? However, he is also a Taoist disciple. It should work, right?"

Sighing slightly, a hint of expectation and a hint of unspeakable sadness appeared on that extremely beautiful face.

However, at this time, she glanced at the long path up the mountain, but she walked gracefully without hesitation, leaving behind a faint scent of "Luoshen powder" along the way.

The delicate beauty in the rolling world is really haunting.
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