The moon rises as darkness falls, and a giant mountain stretches across the sky.
The cool, clear light shone down, reflecting like frost on the vast marshland.
Bai Cang, holding a long sword, danced under the moon, exuding unrestrained elegance.
The Taoist priest drew his sword and danced in the clear night, while frost filled the sky and all the trees withered.
A superior sword technique of extremely high skill, in his hands it flows like clouds and water, ever-changing and ever-shifting, with a thousand swords crisscrossing. The moment he moves, sword energy surges and a chilling sword intent is felt as if it were real.
Truly, sword energy crisscrossed, and sword intent soared to the heavens!
Suddenly, a sword light burst forth from the sword in his hand, weaving together fine, dense sword rays that spread across the air.
Each collision unleashed a dazzling, pale, cold flame from the sword's edge, varying in size, neither round nor square, ever-changing and elusive.
The cold flames stretched endlessly, like mercury spilling onto the ground; the sword's edge was sharp, as if slicing through the void.
It is just like that: the weary dragon shrinks its tail and the green snake dies; with a flick of the finger, the Milky Way is poured out; with a wave of the sand seal, gods and ghosts are driven away; thunder and lightning shake heaven and earth.
It is believed that its wondrous uses are unprecedented in ancient times, yet it has not yet been gathered to return to the heavenly path. The moon is cold, the wind is clear, and the white crane cries. Precious banners fly and rosy clouds surround the jade pot.
After a long while, Bai Cang sheathed his sword and stood there. As his sleeves billowed, an invisible poison barrier spread out.
The cold flames leaping in the air suddenly transformed into frost, bursting forth with astonishing chill.
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
The countless sword beams were frozen, falling like hailstones and crashing to the ground.
The tinkling sound was like a soul-snatching melody of a cruel, merciless killer.
"What a magnificent Hundred Poisons Immortal-Slaying Sword! What a magnificent White Rainbow Sword Technique!"
Bai Cang held his sword with his hands behind his back, feeling an indescribable sense of exhilaration.
Which young man hasn't dreamed of becoming a sword immortal, soaring through the heavens with his sword?
Ten years have passed since I honed this sword, its sharp edge yet to be tested. Today I present it to you; who has a grievance to redress?
With the completion of the "Minor Immortal Slaughtering Sword Qi Restriction Technique," the "Hundred Poison Immortal Slaughtering Sword" finally revealed its true sharpness.
Although it was only a "Minor Immortal Slaying Sword Qi Restriction Technique," it brought about a qualitative transformation to the "Hundred Poisons Immortal Slaying Sword," making it Bai Cang's most powerful magic weapon, second only to the "Human Emperor Banner."
Even the Crimson Dragon Robe pales in comparison.
The newly formed Hundred Poisons Cold Light Barrier, combined with the Primordial Profound Netherworld Cold Qi, was even more surprising, greatly enriching his abilities.
The joy of having an extra card in hand was something he simply couldn't resist.
While others hoard grain, I hoard guns; everywhere becomes my granary.
The confidence, domineering attitude, and convenience brought by overwhelming strength made Bai Cang crave more.
"No wonder Lao Han does things so unrestrainedly and as he pleases."
"When your strength far surpasses that of your surroundings, no amount of amazing wisdom can compare to unparalleled martial prowess."
Question Lao Han, understand Lao Han, become Lao Han, and surpass Lao Han.
Just then, a charming voice rang out, "Is Junior Brother Bai here? Master Zhang's disciple Fang Baoliu has come to pay a visit."
Bai Cang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Fang Baoliu? What does she want with me?"
Although he couldn't understand it, Bai Cang still activated the protective barrier around the mountain and invited her in.
After all, Chef Zhang Yuanfeng had been kind to Lao Han and had treated him kindly.
Fang Baoliu, who was under his tutelage, could naturally be considered half of "one of his own."
The fact that Bai Cang was amazed by her at their first meeting had absolutely nothing to do with it.
Before long, a beautiful woman arrived under the moonlight.
She was wearing a pale yellow silk cotton skirt, a rose purple two-tone vest, and a crane cloak made of lotus-green brocade with floral patterns.
With striking eyes and delicate eyebrows, her gaze was captivating and spirited. Tall and slender, she possessed a dignified yet generous air, making one instantly captivated and filled with a sense of serene beauty.
Her eyes were bright and expressive, as if they could speak; she smiled before she even spoke, and her lips seemed to hold the promise of spring.
"With Senior Sister Fang's presence, even my Moonflower Manor pales in comparison."
Bai Cang stepped forward and said sincerely, "I have often heard people say that a humble abode is an honor, and now that I have met Senior Sister Fang, I know that this is no exaggeration."
Fang Baoliu smiled and said, "Everyone says that Junior Brother Bai is arrogant and haughty, and difficult to approach. But after meeting him today, I know that the rumors are not true."
"With your handsome face and sweet words, what girl could resist such charm? You'll surely bewitch countless beauties in the future."
Oh, you call me a jerk the moment we meet? How polite of you!
I once drunkenly whipped a famous horse, but now I fear my affections will only burden the beauty of my beloved.
I, "Master Bai the Young Taoist," am a scholar of the Spring and Autumn Annals!
Bai Cang cursed inwardly, then revealed his true intentions, "Senior Sister Fang, what brings you here?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Baoliu's smile faltered: It's said that Bai Cang is difficult to deal with, and it seems that the rumors are not entirely unbelievable.
Your map of the Yan Kingdom is way too short! You charge for just a few pleasantries?
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't we first engage in some back-and-forth banter, exchanging pleasantries, then enjoy the moon and have a heart-to-heart talk before finally getting down to business?
You won't even invite me to sit in your cave.
In response, Bai Cang said: "According to the usual procedure, we should indeed have two meals first, then talk about our life ideals, say some tacit nonsense that everyone understands, and finally board the ship to go to paradise together."
But I can see you're really hungry. Why don't you just give me the money for two meals, and then we can get on the boat?
"I've heard that Junior Brother Bai enjoys tea. I've managed to obtain a few ounces of top-grade spiritual tea. Would Junior Brother Bai do me the honor of sharing it?"
Fang Baoliu made steps, and the refreshing aroma of tea wafted through the air. "How about we find a place to sit down and chat slowly?"
Bai Cang felt there was no need to go through all that trouble; this one sentence was enough to savor.
So he simply said, "My humble abode is leaky and I fear it would be disrespectful to such a beautiful lady."
"If Senior Sister Fang doesn't mind, how about Xi Tianmudi?"
So you chose to use a nomadic platform just because you're from a poor family?
Bai Cang's veiled flirtation made Fang Baoliu roll her eyes inwardly.
However, she remained outwardly calm, only chuckling and saying, "Junior Brother Bai is indeed a wonderful person. I have never tried such a delightful thing before."
After saying that, she waved her sleeve, and various utensils, such as a green jade table, a white jade cloud bed, etc., appeared out of thin air.
A tea room has indeed been set up on the summit of Juyue Mountain, under the welcoming pine tree.
"Junior Brother Bai, what are you standing there for? Please take a seat."
Fang Baoliu sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, looking relaxed and carefree. Her eyes sparkled, her makeup was light, and she was radiant. She smiled and chatted, as if she were a flowing cloud or a stream, as she lit a small red clay stove.
Bai Cang didn't even know how he sat down; all he could think was: you city folks really know how to have fun.
"Glug! Glug! Glug!"
Before long, the sound of boiling water came from the copper kettle on the red clay stove.
Fang Baoliu gracefully rose and stretched out her slender hands to arrange the tea set on the jade table.
With every gesture, a subtle fragrance wafted through the air, a faint scent of musk.
"This tea is called First Snow Spirit Bud, and it is the finest of its kind."
Fang Baoliu opened the open porcelain bowl, carefully poured out a little tea, and said with a smile, "Fine tea is perfect for a distinguished scholar. This is the most elegant tea ever. Please, Junior Brother Bai, have a taste."
Stop tasting it, the tea flavor is already overflowing!
What good tea goes with a famous person? I only know that a prostitute and a dog are a perfect match, and new tea should be paired with Seven Stars tea!
"Please have some tea!"
Just then, Fang Baoliu raised her hand, and boiling water, like a white thread, poured from the spout of the slender-necked, large-bellied copper kettle into the teacup that had been rinsed and boiled three times.
The tea leaves unfurled, floating and sinking in the clear, shimmering tea liquor.
Like white cranes soaring in the sky, it is truly delightful and fragrant.
Bai Cang looked down and saw that the tea soup was as white as moonlight shining on frost and snow, and the aroma of tea was wafting in the air. Combined with Fang Baoliu's breath, it was truly refreshing and invigorating.
"Excellent tea!"
Bai Cang, however, drank the peony like a cow chewing on a peony, behaving in a "generous" manner as he downed the drink in one gulp.
A lingering fragrance instantly permeated his internal organs, as if taking root and sprouting within him, leaving him refreshed and feeling as if he were in heaven.
Others can compose a hundred poems after drinking a lot of wine, but a single utterance from their embroidered mouth can be half of the glorious Tang Dynasty.
However, Bai Cang's opening remarks were a complete downer, showing absolutely no appreciation for romance.
"We've had our tea, so please speak freely, Senior Sister Fang!"
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