After walking for about an hour, the front suddenly opened up, and a Taoist temple appeared in sight, built on the waist of the mountain. Looking up, there was not a single obstacle in the sky, but just over an hour ago, he himself had flown through this mountain range countless times, where did he see any Taoist temple buildings?

  The temple was built from the waist of the mountain to the foot, layer upon layer, one building after another, closely connected. The sound of chanting could be heard faintly coming from within the temple, and the firewood cutter entered the temple directly, the inside of the temple was quiet, with no one leading the way, he came all the way to a large hall. There, in the great hall, sat a Taoist priest wearing a purple gold crown, dressed in a serene crane cloak, cross-legged, with a body like that of a child and a face like that of a beautiful woman, three whiskers floating under his forehead.

  In the great hall, twenty or thirty people sat on the floor, some with white hair and beards, while others were only twelve or thirteen years old. Each one was sitting upright, concentrating their minds and listening to the Taoist priest who was lecturing from the jade stone platform in the hall.

  The firewood cutter walked in quietly and sat down at the very back. No one noticed him, not even the old Taoist priest sitting above, treating him as just a passing breeze.

  Butterflies fluttered and flew, quietly landing on a tree by the gate of the grand hall. He heard the old Taoist in the hall explaining the art of Qigong, not some kind of immortal magic. He was puzzled, seeing that the Taoists sitting on the ground had an aura of clarity, which only those who practiced Taoist breathing exercises could have.

  He listened for a while, and then thought that since they were all here, he would go around to see if his sister was being held captive somewhere. In his opinion, the only one in the entire hall who seemed profound and mysterious was the old Taoist priest who was lecturing, as if he had attained enlightenment and become an immortal. Perhaps only he could capture Ye Qingxue, while the others were still refining their essence and energy, and their magical powers were far inferior.

  Chen Jing didn't dare to easily use his magical powers, so he had to fly up using ordinary methods. He flew around the Taoist temple, room by room, from bottom to top, but saw nothing unusual. When he arrived at a study, he noticed rows and rows of books on the shelves. Chen Jing's curiosity was piqued as he scanned the titles. Suddenly, his eyes landed on "The Secret of Celestial Travel". His mind began to wonder what it could be. Next to it was "Riding the Clouds and Fog", followed by "Heavenly Gates and Earthly Caverns". He had no idea what kind of magical technique this was. Behind them was another book, "The Wonderful Dharma of the Tathagata". Just as he was about to fly over to take a closer look, the door suddenly opened.

  A young boy, about seven or eight years old, wearing a blue robe, with clear eyebrows and eyes, walked in. He spotted Chen Jing hiding and exclaimed: "Hiss, there's a butterfly!" Then he asked: "Butterfly, are you here to steal our magic?"

  Chen Jing wouldn't respond to him, but also didn't fly away, instead hovering in mid-air. The child suddenly looked very mysterious and said in a low voice, "Butterfly, I'll tell you, these spells are all fake, Master set them up here to deceive those who steal books."

  Chen Jing thought to himself that the "Shen You Xing Kong Jue" he had learned was indeed a true method for achieving immortality, so how could it be fake? It must be that old Taoist deceiving this child, in order not to let him study and learn from it, lest he lose his foundation.

  The young Taoist saw the butterfly fluttering in mid-air and thought that it must be a manifestation of his own mind, so he immediately said: "My master told me that all techniques are false, they are just illusions created by one's own heart."

  Chen Jing heard it in his ear, thought about it in his heart, didn't know if it was his master's deceitful words or some kind of mystery, but he couldn't think much because someone had already come this way. Before entering the door, a voice came: "Brother, who are you talking to?" The voice was tender and childish.

  "I'm talking to a butterfly." Dao Tong said, turning his head back, at the same time a girl with a bun walked in from outside the door, about the same age as the boy, with red lips and white teeth.

  The girl looked around inside and asked in confusion: "Where are the butterflies?"

  The boy turned his head and looked back, softly exclaiming: "He's escaped!"

  The girl apprentice rolled her eyes, squeezed in beside the boy apprentice and said: "Hmph, trying to deceive me again? There's not even a door. Master told me to come tell you that from today on, you'll start practicing transformation techniques."

  "I didn't cheat you, you don't know, that butterfly just now must have come to steal our Fangcun Mountain magic again, and I fooled it away." The Taoist child walked over and closed the window, saying as he pointed to a row of bookshelves: "Last year, a spirit came to steal our magic too, and was also fooled by me."

  "Run away with it? How is that possible, don't try to fool me. Master said the books here can't be stolen, only read, and can't be taken out of Fangcun Mountain." The female Taoist child quickly said: "The spirit you mentioned may have been reading the book for a long time."

  The man thought for a moment, feeling that the woman's words were reasonable, and he didn't know how to respond. After some more thought, he said: "All techniques are false; without a mind on the Tao, even if one cultivates limitless spiritual powers, there will come a day when they will be ground down by the Heavenly Way."

  The girl raised an eyebrow and said with disdain: "Do you dare say this to your master?"

  "I'm not good enough to argue with Master now, but when I am, I will go and talk to him." said the boy Taoist.

  "Hmph, I'll go tell Master later." The female Taoist said with a pleased tone, while the male Taoist didn't seem afraid at all, only asking: "Master said we're starting to practice the Heaven and Earth Devastation Technique today, which one should we transform into first?"

  "Of course it's going to change."

  "Oh!" Daotong replied as he walked outside, asking: "How long will it take to practice?"

  "The master said, when you can transform into a Bodhi tree, then you should practice the next transformation."

  The door is closed and the sound is getting farther away.

  Chen Jing did not hear their conversation, at this time he was already flying to the middle of the mountain, the highest place, looking down, a row of Taoist temples were connected in layers, built on the mountain, hidden among rocks and trees, as if containing infinite and boundless momentum, swallowing the sky and earth.

  He naturally didn't hear the little girl say that the books of magic in here can't be stolen, but he had already determined in his heart that there was a superior person here, at least the one who created this almost self-sufficient blessed mountain paradise was a superior person among superior people.

  Chen Jing circled around the mountain waist for a while, then flew towards the sky. The mountain waist had white fog, and after passing through the white fog, he flew over the mountain top. Looking down again, he could no longer see the sect in that square inch of mountain. He didn't find Ye Qingxue in Fangcun Mountain, and it was unclear who had returned with that volume of "Shen You Xing Kong Jue". Perhaps the one in Guquan's hand wasn't this one either. In his opinion, it seemed not difficult to steal things from Fangcun Mountain, but then he thought again that maybe he didn't really want to steal anything, so nothing happened. Of course, he didn't know that the little girl had said that the books of law in this place couldn't be stolen away. If he knew, he would naturally understand why Cui Ping Niangniang was surprised that Ye Qingxue could steal things from here.

  "Luofu has a sword immortal."

  This was said by Cui Ping, and Chen Jing felt a hint of fear in her tone. She said that Ye Qingxue might go there, and after hearing this sentence, Chen Jing also thought that Ye Qingxue would definitely go there. Because Chen Jing was a sword learner, and didn't have a complete set of sword skills to offer as sacrifice, according to Ye Qingxue's personality he would definitely go to Luo Fu.

  Luo floated in Beiluzhou, legend has it that it is the northernmost part of the earth, snowflakes fluttering all year round, and all four seasons are snowy. Chen Jing had always been half-believing and half-doubting, but when he was about to arrive in Luzhou, it had already started snowing in the sky. He still remembered that when he came out of Xiuchunwan Temple, it was a heavy snowfall.

  The farther north you go, the bigger the snow gets. The only thing that enters your eyes is white, empty and monotonous. Piece after piece of snowflakes, just like the sword of Luofu Xianjian.

  Talking about the Sword Immortal, not only did Cui Ping Niang have a chill in her heart, but Chen Jing himself also had a feeling of palpitations. As a sword practitioner who worships and practices swords, how could he not know that someone qualified to be called a Sword Immortal is terrifying?

  From the last time he passed by the embroidered spring bend, it can be seen that Luo Fu's swordsmanship indeed has a complete inheritance.

  "Luofei floats in the deepest wind and snow, with icy coldness to practice sword intent. When the sword is formed, one sword is frosty and cold, and all things are frozen." This is Cui Ping Niang's evaluation of Luofei.

  However, the cyan color in Chen Jing's eyes disappeared, and as soon as he entered Luzhou, a sword light mixed with snowflakes flew towards Butterfly amidst the swirling snow. In the snowy sky, the sword light was extremely difficult to distinguish, and the cold air made it impossible to feel that fierce aura.

  A pale blue butterfly suddenly flashed white light on its body and disappeared in an instant when the sword was about to strike.

  "Huh!" A surprised voice came from amidst the wind and snow.

  The butterfly appeared more than ten miles away, but the sword did not let it go. It reappeared above the butterfly and transformed into a white light that slashed down. A faint hum of the sword echoed in the empty air. The butterfly's body flashed with white light again, and disappeared in an instant.

  "Jian Ling! Instant Sword Technique!" Once again, a surprised voice echoed through the empty space, the voice was very young and female.

  That white light appeared in the wind and snow, revealing a sword body that was as white and transparent as ice. The sword body was extremely thin, with no markings or patterns on it, nor did it have a hilt, only the sword body itself. With a slight tremble, the sword flashed into the wind and snow like a ray of light, disappearing from view in an instant, also using the Instant Sword Technique.

  Since Zuo Chun Wan left, Chen Jing has been on the road and encountered countless enemies. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he never stopped to fight with anyone on the way, always using his swift swordsmanship to escape, and no one could catch up with him after he escaped. But today, he met someone who was only seen with a sword, but not a person.

  Chen Jing transformed into a butterfly, fluttering in the wind and snow. Suddenly, he felt a chill, not from the cold outside, but an ominous warning from deep within his heart. His Instant Sword Technique responded instinctively, vanishing.

  Chen Jing couldn't dodge it, he knew he was caught up in it.

  In the midst of emptiness, a ring of calm ripples suddenly appeared. The fluttering snowflakes were instantly extinguished, and with that, two swords materialized in mid-air. One sword had no hilt, only a thin blade, while the other looked like a flash of sword light scattered about, retaining only its shape. Within the sword light, a pale blue butterfly seemed to be flapping its wings as if ready to take flight.