Chapter 970 Who Has a Bad Temper?

The carefree moment was instantly as quiet as a chicken.

Master Han looked at him and said, "What, Lord Zhao is so eager to know? Do you want to see it for yourself?"

Lord Zhao was somewhat surprised, "You're being so generous?"

“Aren’t you curious? What’s the point of having someone tell you? Only seeing it with your own eyes can satisfy your curiosity,” said Master Han, raising his hand to Lord Zhao. “If you want to see it, I’ll let you see it now.”

"..." Lord Zhao retreated repeatedly, feeling a chill in his heart. "Forget it, forget it. I'm afraid I'll get a sty from seeing even the sword frightened."

His sudden generosity must be a trap.

Master Han stared at him and said quietly, "It's hard to say whether he'll get a sty, but Lord Zhao's luck with women is extraordinary."

He carefully observed Lord Zhao's expression. "Hiss... Your peach blossom luck is fierce and powerful, much stronger than that succubus. Lord Zhao, you're likely to be tempted by a beautiful woman and end up being abandoned."

"Tsk tsk, I'm curious what that woman looks like." As he spoke, he put away Wuyou, put his hands behind his back, and looked at her with great interest. "Let's go and take a look at Qingcheng Mountain."

Lord Zhao turned around and said, "I'm not going."

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just peach blossoms." Master Han looked down at the spacious garden where he was teaching his disciples some folk arts. "No one can be as ruthless as Zhang Chengxuan when it comes to his peach blossoms. Don't you think that meeting someone in the human world who makes you infatuated and obsessed is a blessing from heaven?"

Lord Zhao, in a playful mood, turned and walked up to Daoist Han. "I still think that none of the peach blossoms in the mortal world can compare to Daoist Han's single flower, which is so captivating. My junior brother has been poisoned by those storybooks, fantasizing about us every day. Next time, why don't we tease her a little?"

Master Han scanned him from head to toe, his eyes narrowing slightly. "If you're tired of living, just say so."

"Hahahaha," Lord Zhao stood up and jumped down from the railing, "It's settled then, it's Master Han."

*

Changfeng and Changyun insisted on staying to protect their master, but Master Han dissuaded them with a single sentence.

He said, "Could it be that you don't trust the restrictions I set up?"

If he keeps these two apprentices, the bait he set will become someone else's prey.

“Senior, you wouldn’t dare,” Changfeng immediately changed his mind, “Then we will go to Qingcheng Mountain with you.”

There are many Taoist temples on Mount Qingcheng.

A group of people were very excited. They walked and looked around carefully from Jianfu Palace and Tianshi Cave, marveling at the courage of their ancestors. After passing Zhenwu Palace, Shangqing Palace and Chaoyang Cave, they left other pedestrians far behind and ran further and further away amidst the envious eyes of others, exploring every corner of the place.

Their hard work in training finally paid off, as they were able to travel to places they had never been before without breaking a sweat.

Finally, they arrived at the Immortal Pavilion.

They exclaimed repeatedly that even paradise on earth couldn't compare.

This is clearly a place only immortals could reach, yet a Taoist temple was built there. One has to admire the power of the founder.

It was already late when we arrived at Xianren Pavilion.

The night was lush and the stars twinkled.

Standing high above the mountains, everyone understood what it meant to "reach for the stars, lest one startle the celestial beings."

Tudan leaned on the railing, speechless with shock at the sight before him.

"It's such a pity that my martial uncle didn't come with us. I have no regrets about coming here to see this place in this lifetime."

Changyun also leaned on the railing, feeling the chill of the night wind, and murmured, "Yes, it's really shameful. We disciples can't even match half of our master's diligence."

Master Zhang walked over and said, "Dress warmly. The night wind is chilly. If you catch a cold and get sick, your master will blame us for not taking good care of you."

His beard fluttered in the wind as he looked at the lights below the mountain, his eyes gentle. "The reason your master is so diligent is that he wants to set an example and become qualified to be your master as soon as possible so that he can teach you more."

"But you are still young. If you only focus on training and ignore the beautiful scenery along the way, she will regret it for you. You are still children. Playing is your nature. Just go with the flow."

Lord Zhao chimed in, "Besides, she's not as diligent as you think. This time, she just wanted to compete with Wuyou, which is why she's exhausted herself like this."

"Let's go inside and get something to eat. Learn from the senior brothers and sisters here. When you get along with fellow practitioners, you must learn from their strengths. After all, you are the founders of Qingshan Temple. If you want Qingshan Temple to flourish and its reputation to last forever, you must learn and observe more."

That's quite exciting. Tu Dan'er clenched his fist. "That's right, I'm a third-generation disciple. When I take on disciples in the future, I'll at least make sure they surpass their master."

Several children ran into the house first.

Zhang Chengxuan looked at Lord Zhao, "Senior Brother, where is Daoist Han?"

"He's off to collect the nets. My junior brother should be coming up the mountain tomorrow," Lord Zhao said with a chuckle. "He said I've been having some romantic entanglements lately. Did you notice?"

Zhang Chengxuan looked at him carefully, "Yes."

Lord Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly. "What's the story behind that?"

Zhang Chengxuan adjusted his words, "However, peach blossoms are rather wild, and they are also accompanied by bloodshed and disaster."

"What?" Lord Zhao put his arm around Zhang Chengxuan's shoulder. "Junior brother, can't you say something nice?"

"Senior brother, you know I'm only telling the truth."

As they stepped across the threshold, they saw two female Taoist priests walking towards them. While they were thinking to themselves, they were also attracted by their appearance.

But they quickly looked away.

Lord Zhao asked, "Fellow Daoists, are you heading out?"

"Senior brother said you're going to have a discussion tonight, and asked us to make room." The older Daoist walking in front glared at them. "I think you're planning to drink until you drop, and you're afraid we'll spoil the fun."

"Hmph, junior sister, let's go. We're not coming back tomorrow, let's just let them starve."

"That's right, what kind of senior brother is he? He starts kicking people out as soon as the food is ready. Next time I'm going to put laxatives in the food so he'll treat us badly."

The two walked down the stone steps in great displeasure, their complaints still audible from afar.

Thinking of the omen of bloodshed, Lord Zhao did not try to stop them, nor did Master Zhang.

They exchanged a smile. "It seems our junior sister has a pretty good temper."

"Never say that someone has a bad temper," Master Zhang said, closing the door behind him. "It smells so good. There's chicken soup tonight."

They had only taken a few steps when they heard the door slam shut behind them.

"Who said we have bad tempers?"

The woman in the lead looked to be in her early twenties, with fair skin and a beautiful face. You could tell from her face that this place was not short of water.

However, his eyes were very sharp.

Master Zhang took the initiative to speak, "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."

"You said it, didn't you?" The woman in front looked at Lord Zhao, hands on her hips, and glanced at him sideways with a provocative look. "You're the Taoist priest from the capital? You're good-looking, but your mouth is not so pleasing."

"I'm really annoyed right now. Want to have a fight with me?" She clenched her fist, her bright eyes filled with a cold smile. "If you want some chicken soup, you'll have to see if you have the ability."

Lord Zhao looked at Zhang Chengxuan with an expression that seemed to say, "You call this a peach blossom?"