Four sword cultivators and one talisman cultivator seems to be the standard for a team.

The team where Taoist Chen is located has been replaced this year.

When Yu Qingzhu's ten-year period expires, he can be transferred to the Taoist priest of the Taoist priest, this is the first person.

There is also a nine-generation sword cultivator who died in the hands of demons while traveling around. This is the second person.

Xia Ji's arrival made up for the gap in sword cultivator.

In addition, there is also a Fu Xiu named Lian Xingzi who made up for Yu Qingzhu's vacancy.

In this way, the team is sure.

The four sword cultivators are the monks of Chen, the clear spring, the breeze, and the bright moon.

Fu Xiu alone is to pity Xingzi.

Of course, there is no need to say much about the Chen Taoist. He is an eight-year-old Taoist. The official practice time can be inferred to be about thirteen years.

Qingquanzi is Xia Ji's Taoist name, and the official practice lasts for about five years.

Zhang Song and Zhang Bai are twins, both sword cultivators among the nine generations of disciples, and they both use their hands to swords. The two cooperate with each other and have a sense of understanding. They are like four people. These two are both Yunyou Taoist with five years of experience and have been practicing for ten years.

Lian Xingzi is a one-year-old Taoist Yunyou... The reason why she was transferred here was because all of her previous teammates from Yunyou team died.

Died in an inexplicable town.

Town name - Cold mist.

The town was just a small matter, but I didn't expect that almost all the five Taoist priests from Tai Chi Palace were trapped there and could not come back.

When encountering such a big event, the Wudang Tai Chi Palace naturally had seven generations of disciples at the level of receiving talismans or even real people to investigate.

To Xia Ji, those seven generations of disciples belonged to the uncle and aunt.

Among the seven generations of disciples, those who have the fate of immortality practice in the Prince's Cave.

If you have been seriously injured and have ruined your mind and cannot further study, you will start to take charge of the internal affairs like a senior brother.

However, they usually become the master of the Taoist temple located outside the Tai Chi Palace in Wudang.

Xia Ji has never seen his uncle, aunt and even the ancestors who practiced in Prince Cave.

But when encountering a special situation in Hanwu Town, they naturally went to investigate.

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The day of traveling out has finally arrived.

Xia Ji has enough visa-free cards, so he naturally doesn’t worry about going out.

at this time...

On the mountain road, many Taoist priests were watching them go away.

"Wow, Mu Jian~"

"Did you use a wooden sword?" A group of male disciples couldn't help laughing and shouting.

"The wooden sword is so powerful, it just happens to be a strong man like uncle." A sarcastic voice sounded.

"With Uncle Chen here, I can make up for the uncle of the junior teacher, and there should be nothing wrong." A very arrogant disciple nodded frequently, wrapped his condescending ridicule in his concern, and murmured with comments.

But the female disciples on the other side are different.

"Uncle Master is so handsome... The wooden sword is the sword that we Taoist priests should have."

"Uncle Master!!"

"Uncle Master~~"

The disciples of the ninth generation watched the junior uncle go down the mountain to experience the devil and eliminate the demons, and there were still many people who saw him off.

The third senior brother walking in the crowd heard the voices of everyone and felt that his junior brother was too pretentious, so he leaned over to Xia Ji and said softly, "Qingquanzi, this... the foot of the mountain is different from the one on the mountain. No monsters are locked. Otherwise, let's change the sword. This wood is made of it, it doesn't look easy to use."

Xia Ji said seriously: "Senior Brother, the iron sword is too heavy to kill, so the wooden sword can show my Taoist priest's true nature. What's more, you are not me, how do you know that I can't use the wooden sword?"

The third senior brother snorted: "You are not me either. How do you know that I don't know that you can't use the good wooden sword?"

Xia Ji didn't want to play this tongue twister game. He put his hands on his chest and raised his head in the sun. His long ink-like hair was scattered on the loose white Taoist robe, showing a sense of elegance and dust. Under that Taoist robe, his muscles, which were as hard as mountains and rivers, made the little nephews very greedy.

Suddenly, a little Taoist nun ran out, took out a purse from her waist and stuffed it into Xia Ji's hand, and said softly: "There are many places to spend money at the foot of the mountain."

Xia Ji was stunned for a moment and took out the money from his purse openly. He actually had ten taels of silver. It was amazing, but he stuffed the empty purse back and said gently: "Thank you, Yunmian."

The little Taoist nun named Yunmian pushed her purse again, as if she was "to take it together".

Xia Ji said: "Don't you use the purse?"

Yunmian said: "Uncle Master, please take it."

Xia Ji put away his purse without hesitation.

After taking two more steps, another innocent little Taoist nun ran up and stood shyly in front of the junior uncle with gritted teeth.

Xia Ji recognized her, and the little Taoist nun named Su Rong. They ate sweet and sour carp together in the town at the foot of the mountain.

Su Rong also took out her purse and stuffed it to him for a second "investment".

Xia Ji took the purse, put his hands on the shoulders of the Taoist nun, and said sincerely: "Practice well, the future will be long!"

"Next year...I can also be You Fang Taoist next year. I will be with you at that time." Su Rong raised her head, flashed her watery eyes, and then ran away.

Liu Chen, who was standing by, only felt a little sad. Is this the show of Wudang Mountain Grass?

He had to look at his eyes, nose, mind, and walk forward with his head held high.

Not long after...

Many beautiful and cute little Taoist nuns came out, and even ten generations of little Taoist nuns joined in the fun and handed over their purses.

Xia Ji shouted: "Write your name, everyone write your name on your purse, don't mess around. Uncle Master will return it to you when he comes back."

In the crowd, Yu Qingzhu held a stack of talismans in her hand. These talismans were carefully drawn by her all night yesterday, and they lasted for several days, although she originally wanted to give them to her junior brother today as a gift for her practice.

She even thought about what to say to her junior brother.

But now, she just gently held the stack of yellow paper and stood in the crowd and silently watched the boy going down the mountain.

When Xia Ji saw her, he waved his hand and shouted: "Senior Sister, I'm going down the mountain!"

Yu Qingzhu moved his hand and hurriedly put the talisman behind him and hid it. He raised his hand and waved it, shouting, "Junior brother, take care of yourself."

The third senior brother didn't say anything at first, but when he saw the second senior sister moving, he ran to Xia Ji, reached out to his shoulder, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, senior sister, I will be in peace with me, I will come back safely."

Yu Qingzhu calmly said, "My third junior brother should take care of himself, too."

The third senior brother was speechless: "It turns out that the junior brother you just called me, I just called me, junior brother..."

Yu Qingzhu was caught in a blind spot, staring at her beautiful big eyes in a daze, but she didn't know what to say.

Xia Ji laughed and said, "Senior Sister, take care of yourself, see you again when you go back to the mountain."

Yu Qingzhu then smiled and said, "Goodbye back to the mountain."

She smiled, and the two tear moles on her white skin had an unspeakable beauty and compassion, which seemed to be the solemn flowers blooming again in late autumn.

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"My junior brother, didn't I tell you, is it really good for you to keep so many love debts?"

"Senior brother, debt is debt, but not love debt.

When I come back, I will return the money to them.

What's more, you think about it.

I received money from my nephews. Only when they lost money would they stop thinking about it and practice seriously and focus on their practice.

They saw me carrying a wooden sword on my back and thought I was extremely powerful. They would definitely want to catch up with me, and then they would become more diligent and devote themselves to their cultivation.

I'm doing it for their own good.

Besides, the world is now chaotic, and monsters who like lust like to seduce women and absorb essence. Their nephews are not well-versed in their knowledge. Only when they have no money can they not go out and run around, nor will they encounter these things.

I am helping them practice.”

The third senior brother thought for a moment and said, "Well... junior brother, I actually think what you said makes sense. It's just... can you really pay them back when you come back?"

"this..."

"Junior brother, you may have misunderstood. We can't make money when we go down the mountain and travel."

"Someone asked us to get rid of evil spirits, wouldn't we give us money?"

"Wudang Mountain is so noble and not for money." The third senior brother smiled bitterly, "You can eat, drink, and sleep, but you are not allowed to take money."

"Who decided?" Xia Ji's voice trembled.

"It is passed down from word to word, and from generation to generation. We seek the Tao but not money. Slaying demons and eliminating demons is just a way to seek the Tao. If others are really grateful, they will come to Wudang to give more incense money."
To be continued...