Even Master Qingxuan had an ambiguous attitude towards him, and this thought strongly confirmed his guess.
.
In a grove somewhere.
A man and a woman were very close to each other.
Qingxuan stood there in a daze, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, his red lips trembling and drooling.
Zhang Ling's guidance to her just now was an epiphany, and her mind suddenly opened up. She also suddenly realized the Five Thunder Sword Technique and knew the hidden dangers and loopholes in it.
As a result, the Five Thunder Sword Technique that she held firmly as her belief in her heart collapsed and shattered at this moment.
At the same time, he was also shocked and astonished about Zhang Ling's identity.
How could this young man's Taoism be so naturally gifted? He was clearly just a mortal standing before me, but his appearance and aura were so captivating that I never imagined he was actually a real person!
Qingxuan stood there in a daze for a long time. Finally, he seemed to think of some horrible consequence, causing his whole body to go limp. His feet trembled and he fell straight into Zhang Ling's arms.
"The thousand-year heritage of the Five Thunder Sword Temple is over!"
This was Qingxuan's last thought. He felt hopeless and didn't know what to do.
Zhang Ling embraced Qingxuan, his hands holding his waist. The surging curves of the mountains swayed before his eyes, but he refused to look. He looked up at the sky, shook his head, and said, "I have a premonition that the world is about to change drastically. If your Dao heart is struggling to restructure, perhaps you can find some good talents in the North Pavilion to observe their character and virtue. As long as you keep your original aspiration, the inheritance of the Five Thunder Sword Temple will not be broken."
As they talked, Qingxuan unconsciously hugged Zhang Ling and burst into tears.
As the head of the North Pavilion, she lived a lonely life, devoting herself to the study of the Five Thunder Sword Technique day and night. However, in the end, it was all in vain. Not only her study, but also the thousand-year-old inheritance of the Five Thunder Sword Temple was in vain.
The cruelest thing on the path of cultivation is that it is just a mirage, a dream, a bubble, and nothing at all!
Originally, Zhang Ling wanted to hide for a while longer, but today when he suddenly counted on his fingers, he realized that the world was about to change. It seemed that some ferocious monster had appeared, causing the Qi in the body to become disordered and the world to be turned upside down.
He no longer hid his identity and chose the right time to select some suitable candidates to inherit the Zhenglei Sword Technique.
There was a soft cry in the grove, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air and drifted away.
There is nothing to say here, and it is not worth telling to outsiders.
The World Taoist Competition was originally scheduled to begin in one year, and the venue was selected to be the Five Thunder Sword Temple, the leader of the Taoist sect. Many Taoist sects have already sent teams to the Five Thunder Sword Temple.
The disciples of the Five Thunder Sword Temple here have also been assigned their respective tasks to ensure that the World Taoist Competition is held as scheduled.
This day.
Hundreds of female cultivators with flowing long hair and black robes came on the cloud bridge riding swords in the wind. They all had beautiful faces and their own unique charm.
This is the gathering of female disciples from the four academies of "Tian Di Xuan Huang" in the North Pavilion. They are like a beautiful landscape, heroic and valiant, with a unique flavor.
The male cultivators in Nanyuan were extremely excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They tried their best to show their courtesy and attentiveness, but they also served her attentively and took good care of her.
This path of cultivation requires intensive practice and hard training, meditation and merit-making, harmonizing the dragon and the tiger, catching Kan and filling Li, interacting with yin and yang, and having everything, including wealth, friends, and land. However, there are more men than women, making it difficult to harmonize yin and yang.
If one has a compatible Taoist partner, the path of cultivation will be much easier, making others envious.
Among the disciples of Nanyuan, some smart ones have already started to think about their future path, while more male disciples are at a loss, stunned like wooden sticks. Apart from feeling a little uncomfortable and shy, there is no difference between them and moving forward.
"Where is Zhang Ling? Come out!"
A group of female disciples in black Taoist robes came to the square outside Huangyuan. They rushed in with swords in their hands, leaving everyone confused.
What exactly happened?
Who offended these ladies?
"Zhang Ling, you have tarnished Master Qingxuan's reputation!"
"Zhang Ling, come out!"
"Zhang Ling, what kind of man are you? Master Qingxuan has lost his appetite for you and sits there every day in boredom, yet you want to be a coward too?"
This group of female disciples stood in the square of Huangyuan and shouted Zhang Ling's name. They were filled with righteous indignation and had an urge to beat Zhang Ling up.
These words shocked everyone even more.
Has Zhang Ling's relationship with Master Qingxuan developed to this extent?
What is going on here?
Someone stood up and whispered, "This Zhang Ling is truly unique in history. I admire him!"
"I knew it. That day, Senior Master Qingxuan and Zhang Ling went into the woods. It definitely wasn't that simple. Now, look what happened. They've caused trouble and have their female disciples blocking the door and challenging us. It's really embarrassing!"
"Hush! Are you going to die? How dare you say that about Master Qingxuan? How dare you make such irresponsible remarks before the truth is revealed? Where is your Daoist heart?"
After a few words, people gathered in groups of three or five to discuss the matter, shaking their heads and nodding their heads. Each one had his own reasons.
But then a hot, impetuous, and cold-faced female disciple grabbed a male disciple by the collar and demanded, "Where is Zhang Ling? Did you hide him?"
"That's right, you must have covered up for each other and hid the person!" Some female disciples behind him echoed.
The male disciple stammered, sweat pouring down his forehead as he said, "No, no, no, I'm not familiar with him! It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
At this moment, a young man was walking towards here not far away. Suddenly he saw a large group of men and women pulling and tugging, it was so lively, so he looked over with some curiosity.
Hey!
Why is it so lively?
Didn’t the female disciple from the North Pavilion say that she wanted to resolve her differences with the male disciple from the South Courtyard?
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