Chapter 1079 The beard is well-groomed.

It turned out that a female cultivator from this mountain stream had met Xie Zheng in the capital when she was of good age and fell in love with him at first sight.

However, because she was a member of the Quanzhen School, she had always suppressed her desires and worldly desires, and over the years she had gradually forgotten the dashing and triumphant Lord Xie on horseback.

But who could have imagined that, after many years, one day, the female cultivator would see the figure she had once glimpsed among her fellow cultivators, even though he was no longer the spirited young man he once was, and her mortal heart would waver once more.

Her Dao heart was unstable, and her cultivation suddenly regressed. In an instant, her heart palpitated, and those palpitations that had been forcibly suppressed made her lose her reason.

The female cultivator came before Xie Zheng, thinking that it was fate that allowed this person to appear before her out of heaven's mercy.

But before she could express her feelings, she heard that Xie Zheng was going to become his Daoist partner.

When everyone saw it, the female cultivator vomited blood. Wuyou rushed over and stood in front of another fellow cultivator, with half of the sword blade stuck in that fellow cultivator's chest.

The master of this mountain stream, Daoist Feng Lei, along with his two other disciples, including the female cultivator's senior brother, were immediately defeated by Xie Zheng and fell unconscious.

He remains unconscious.

"Junior brother, don't be sad. Xie Zheng has absolutely no past relationship with that female cultivator. It's all just wishful thinking on her part. Don't..."

"You mean, my junior sister's persistent pursuit dragged Xie Zheng into this?" A Taoist priest with a long, straight, black beard pointed at Lord Zhao. "Who knows what your Xie Zheng did back then that led my junior sister astray and planted the seeds of love in her heart?"

Trapped in the iron cage, Lord Zhao snorted and said with undisguised sarcasm, "Your ugly junior sister? My junior brother would even look at her? Ha, what kind of people hasn't my junior brother seen? Why would he fall in love with her? The most important thing in life is to have self-awareness!"

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We are all practitioners, and suddenly bringing up this topic can be quite unsettling.

Master Han coughed lightly, "Zhao Jin, he was just worried about his junior sister's safety. You went a little too far."

"I'm overreacting?" Lord Zhao pointed at the iron bars. "They've trapped us here like dogs. It's just a small misunderstanding. It's all because that female cultivator couldn't keep her heart and used her most precious treasure on us. I'm someone important, when have I ever suffered such humiliation? Damn it, I haven't cursed her ancestors for eighteen generations, I'm already being virtuous."

"That's right, that's right. I just wanted to protect Lord Xie's innocence. They actually knocked Lord Xie unconscious. You bastards! I'm already being kind by not going crazy on the spot. And you even imprisoned them to threaten me. Humph, as if this Sword Immortal is afraid of me." Wuyou retorted in a drawn-out tone, sounding annoyed.

Zhao Jin was stunned for a moment, "Hey, don't you have any conscience? We're in cahoots."

"So what? What's the point?"

"I, the Sword Immortal, have never felt so aggrieved in my life. If I didn't want to cause you trouble, I, who fear neither heaven nor earth, would not be in this stalemate. Have you forgotten what happened to those who offended me before?"

"Waaaaah, damn it all! What's the use of being more intelligent? This won't do, that won't do! I'm a thing without flesh and blood, and now I'm being held back by this thing called conscience! Damn it, if you keep doing this, I'm done!"

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Everyone fell silent again.

The Taoist priest with the silky black beard who had previously defended his junior sister was somewhat surprised and pointed at Wuyou, speechless for a long time.

"Your swords can talk?"

"What's wrong? Everything has a spirit. What's it to you if I can talk? If Xie Zheng doesn't wake up, I'll cut off your dog's head, you believe me?"

That's right, Wuyou was leaning against the shoulder of this Taoist priest with a beard as white as silk.

She was all fierce before, but now she's crying her eyes out.

Song Chunxue quickly stepped forward, "Wuyou, come back."

Wuyou suddenly returned to Song Chunxue's hands. "These people have no martial ethics. It was clearly Lord Xie who suffered an undeserved disaster, yet they detained him. If they force Lord Xie to stay for that female cultivator and make him her Daoist partner, you'll be in big trouble."

"..." For a moment, Song Chunxue opened her mouth, then lowered her head and held her forehead, not knowing what to say.

What should I do? I suddenly feel so embarrassed.

Is she the kind of woman who can't keep her composure?

Lord Zhao chuckled and turned to Zhang Chengxuan, saying, "Hahaha, I've really learned something today. Not only does Wuyou cry, but he's also so afraid that Lord Xie will be snatched away by another woman. Hahahaha, this is quite an unexpected gain. My junior brother is amazing."

Zhang Chengxuan nodded, "If we had known that's what he was thinking, we wouldn't have been in such a hurry or angry. We could have sat down and discussed it slowly. Peace brings wealth, after all."

Lord Zhao looked at the Taoist priest who had been threatened by Wuyou, "I haven't asked this Taoist priest what his name is yet. Actually, I was just about to praise you. Do you have any secrets to keeping your beard so well-groomed? Could you share them?"