He had only taken a few steps when Li Xiaoyao suddenly heard someone reciting behind him: "A cup of spring wine is as sweet as honey, a man's joy is unknown to anyone. Haha..."
The voice was powerful and unrestrained, reciting the magnificent and unrestrained verses of Han Yu, revealing immense heroic spirit.
Li Xiaoyao hurriedly turned his head and saw a drunken Taoist priest holding a wine gourd, lying behind the altar, drinking and patting his knees in praise, enjoying himself immensely.
Li Xiaoyao said in surprise, "You...when did you get here? How come I didn't know?"
The drunken Taoist priest rolled his eyes at him and said, "If you already know, why would I teach you anything?"
Li Xiaoyao finally realized that he was a highly accomplished person with a great background, and quickly replied, "Yes, yes!"
The drunken Taoist priest laughed and said, "You asked me when I arrived? Just now. I had some things to do these past few days and didn't come, but you actually waited here for a full nine days. Very good, very sincere."
When this matter was mentioned, Li Xiaoyao was immediately speechless.
Inside the Li Family Inn, Lin Yi dispersed the Water Mirror and finally waited for the Drunken Sword Immortal to appear. It hadn't been easy.
At Shili Slope, inside the Mountain God Temple, the Drunken Sword Immortal was talking to Li Xiaoyao when suddenly a young man appeared at the door.
"Daoist Master, what brings you here?" Li Xiaoyao asked in surprise.
Lin Yi replied with a smile, "I came to see Fellow Daoist Situ. I have a small matter I'd like to ask him for help with."
"I wonder what business this fellow Daoist has with me?" the Drunken Sword Immortal said lazily.
Lin Yi said, "My name is Lin Yi, and I come from the East Sea..."
"Demon!" A delicate shout rang out, and a young girl emerged from the back hall of the mountain god's temple.
Lin Yi looked in the direction of the voice, somewhat surprised, and said, "Miss Zhao?"
“Uncle Situ, this is the man,” Zhao Ling’er shouted, pointing at Lin Yi.
"He who started this affair and then abandoned it deserves to be executed." The Drunken Sword Immortal said solemnly. His previous lazy demeanor had vanished, and he was like a sword drawn from its sheath, its sharp edge making it difficult to look directly at him.
"Wait, let's talk this out..."
Before Lin Yi could finish speaking, the Drunken Sword Immortal had already drawn his sword from his back with a backhand stroke. With a resounding clang, the clear and melodious sword cry lingered for a long time. Although he was merely standing there holding his sword, he exuded an aura of unparalleled grandeur.
His anger surged like a tidal wave, but the Drunken Sword Immortal remained remarkably calm. A few days earlier, after making an appointment with Li Xiaoyao, he went to the wine cellar of the Lin Family Manor in Suzhou to drink. He drank so happily that he forgot the time. Later, on his way back to Yuhang Town, he encountered Zhao Ling'er, who had escaped from Immortal Spirit Island.
Zhao Ling'er, with her human body and snake tail, would usually be met with hostility and killing by other cultivators. However, the Drunken Sword Immortal had a deep entanglement with Zhao Ling'er's mother and recognized at a glance that the little girl was a descendant of the goddess Nuwa, not some snake demon.
Meeting an old friend should have been a joyous occasion, but the Drunken Sword Immortal knew something else: only when a descendant of Nuwa becomes pregnant will she involuntarily manifest a human body with a snake tail.
The Sword Immortal questioned her several times, but the young girl, filled with shame and indignation, stammered and couldn't give a clear answer. The Sword Immortal filled in the blanks based on what he knew.
A man arrived at Fairy Spirit Island and subdued the island's inhabitants. Zhao Ling'er was imprisoned in a secret room and bullied for over half a month. Then, the scoundrel discovered that she had transformed into a human with a snake's tail and secretly escaped.
scum, beast, deserve to die...
Lin Yi was somewhat bewildered by the Sword Immortal's murderous intent.
They just came to ask for a map, why are they resorting to shouting and killing?
Although he didn't quite understand the current situation, Lin Yi acted swiftly.
"The Primordial Five Elements and Five Virtues Fist. In the beginning was the Dao, and the spirit was one with the Dao!"
Like a murmur from a primordial deity, Lin Yi spread his five fingers wide, clenched his fist, and his body radiated a purple light of blessings. His essence, energy, and spirit seemed to be condensed into one, and his fist emitted a faint jade light. He smashed down with an indestructible force, impervious to evil and true energy!
The Sword Immortal's hair and beard stood on end, and he and his sword became one. His sword energy surged and roared, and the mountain god temple trembled as if it would collapse at any moment.
Li Xiaoyao was mesmerized, wishing he could be there; this was the scene of his dreams.
A small hand reached out, tugged at Li Xiaoyao's sleeve, and led him out of the temple.
"You witch, let me go!" Li Xiaoyao turned his head and looked in the direction of the mountain god temple, saying unwillingly.
"Ling'er is not a monster. It was that demon who turned me into what I am now," Zhao Ling'er said aggrievedly.
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Chapter 149 Farewell to Innocence
With a loud "boom," the dilapidated mountain god temple exploded, sending fragments of earth, stones, thatch, and bricks flying everywhere.
The sword in the sword immortal's hand transformed into a thousand cold rays and ten thousand points of light rain, as if it wanted to shoot out in all directions.
In an instant, the world was filled with the sharpness of swords and the turbulent air currents, whistling through the wind.
Just then, Lin Yi's figure suddenly disappeared into the sky filled with cold light.
The Sword Immortal felt a strong sense of unease; no matter how powerful the attack, it was all for naught if it couldn't find a target.
The rain of swords swept through every inch of space, but Lin Yi seemed to have never existed in this world, leaving no trace whatsoever.
"Damn it." Before the Sword Immortal could finish his thought, a fist as white as jade appeared in front of him.