In the strange wooden house, Zhong Ling met Wu Yazi, the leader of Xiaoyao Sect.
Wu Yazi has a three-foot-long beard, each strand of which is gray in color. His face is like a crown of jade, and there are no wrinkles at all. He is obviously not young yet, but he still has white hair and a childlike face, full of energy and an elegant demeanor.
Zhong Ling was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly saluted and said: "Junior Zhong Ling, I have met my senior!"
Wu Yazi sat on the jade bed and looked at Zhong Ling's appearance carefully. After a moment, he nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good. This appearance and temperament meet the requirements of my Xiaoyao Sect."
The Xiaoyao Sect is full of handsome men and beautiful women from top to bottom. The first thing this sect looks for when recruiting disciples is not their character and martial arts skills, but their appearance.
If the appearance is not up to standard, he will be rejected directly. Even martial arts wizards will not be admitted.
"Come forward!"
Wu Yazi said kindly: "Before I teach you the skills, I have something I want to ask you."
After Zhong Ling hesitated for a moment and stepped forward, Wu Yazi smiled and said, "Is that Grand Master Song Xuan your father?"
Zhong Ling did not hesitate this time, and said with a hearty smile: "Yes, Master, you can tell just by looking at my appearance, my dad is very good-looking!"
"Then why is your surname Zhong and your father's surname Song?"
"this......"
Zhong Ling was a little embarrassed and narrated his own situation and whispered: "Not many people know about this. I only found out about it a few years ago. It turns out that my biological father has another person."
Wu Yazi pondered for a while and said: "In other words, you only met Senior Song last year, he took you to Langhuan Paradise, and you also inherited the skills of my Xiaoyao Sect?"
"Yes!" Zhong Ling said honestly: "What I am practicing now is Beiming Divine Skill, and I have developed Beiming's internal power."
"very good!"
Wu Yazi smiled happily, "You are indeed destined to be with me, Wu Yazi, and you should join my Xiaoyao family!"
.....
Outside in the valley, Song Xuan and Su Xinghe were playing chess.
Song Xuan had some knowledge of Go in the past, but not much, but that didn't matter. For him with the soul, he could quickly deduce the solution by simply knowing the rules of Go.
The two of them were going back and forth, and the black and white chess pieces kept falling on the chessboard. Soon, the Zhenlong chess game was over.
Su Xinghe stared blankly at the chess game for a long time, and finally sighed, "Junior has been thinking hard for many years but has never found a way to break the game. I didn't expect that senior could solve it so easily.
Fill up a piece of yourself, put it to death and live later, that's it, that's it! "
Song Xuan smiled and said: "The world is impermanent, and life and death change. Sometimes you are stuck in a corner and clinging to life, but in fact you have fallen into death. Sometimes, death is not the only opportunity for life!"
Su Xinghe sat there, thinking quietly.
He had a vague feeling that Senior Song seemed to have something on his mind, but for a moment he didn't know exactly what the Grand Master was going to do.
Squeak~~
At this moment, the door in the valley was pushed open, and Zhong Ling walked out with heavy steps.
At this moment, her two meridians, Ren and Du, had been opened, and her eight meridians had been opened up. The pure and vigorous Beiming Qi was constantly flowing in her body.
With Wu Yazi's teaching of skills, she can be said to have reached the sky in one step, directly into the realm of innateness. With her more than seventy years of skills, she only needs to be in seclusion for a period of time to condense the flowers of innate air!
"father!"
Zhong Ling walked to Song Xuan and whispered: "Am I a master now?"
Song Xuandao: "It's barely enough, but it's not enough. Although Wu Yazi's seventy years of pure skills are strong, it's too much for you. You still can't command like an arm. You need to practice in seclusion before you can do it. Mellow and unified.”
Zhong Ling already practiced the Beiming Divine Skill, so Wu Yazi's skills were of the same origin as hers, so there was no need to worry about the hidden dangers caused by the mixed true energy in the future.
But even so, she was a little girl in the acquired world before. She had acquired such a powerful skill for nothing, and it would be difficult for her to master it in less than half a year.
Zhong Ling said, "Dad, Master Wuyazi is dying. Do you want to go see him?"
"You don't want him to die?"
Zhong Ling hummed, "I don't want to. Master said that Xiaoyao Sect will be left to me in the future, but I don't think I'm good enough yet."
Song Xuan smiled and said, "Then wait until you feel you can do it. It won't be too late for him to die."
With that said, he took one step forward and arrived at the wooden house.
At this moment, Wu Yazi was sitting cross-legged on the jade bed, looking depressed, as he was already on his deathbed.
Without the support of his skills, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was just like a dying old man. His hair was messy, and he had long lost the calmness and ease of the old handsome boy with white hair and boyish face.
"senior....."
Wu Yazi saw the person clearly. Although he did not recognize Song Xuan, he immediately confirmed his identity. This person was the great master outside the wooden house before.
Although the other party seemed ordinary and did not have the slightest aura of superiority, he had only felt that invisible sense of oppression that seemed to be above all living beings from his master Xiaoyaozi.
"Linger said she didn't want you to die, so I came to see you!"
"Ling'er is a good boy with a kind heart..." A smile appeared on Wu Yazi's old face, "Before I die, it is my honor to have a great master like my senior to see him off!
Being able to hear the news of the death of that rebellious disciple Ding Chunqiu, being able to accept a good disciple like Ling'er, and being able to see the true face of the Grand Master before he died, I would have no regrets in this life! "
Song Xuan waved his hand, "Don't rush to say your last words yet. Ling'er has inherited the inheritance of Xiaoyao Sect. How to practice in the future depends on you, the master, to guide you. Therefore, I think you have to live for a few more years!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger and a small returning pill fell into his mouth.
Wu Yazi was stunned, and suddenly he felt a majestic vitality pouring from his throat into his belly. An indescribable heat began to circulate in his body. The toxins accumulated in his body for decades began to melt and dissipate. the trend of.
.....
In the distance, on a certain mountain peak, the martial arts heroes were busy watching the battle.
Murong Fu watched extremely seriously. He knew very well that if Jiumozhi was defeated, it would be his turn to play next.
Whether it is to enhance his reputation in front of the martial arts heroes, or to avenge Bao BuTong and win the hearts of his men, there must be a battle between him and Yan Shisan.
In the original plan, he wanted to obtain the inheritance of Xiaoyao Sect, but now it is not that important.
He is a master to begin with, and the seventy years of skills of Wu Yazi, the leader of Xiaoyao Sect, can only be regarded as the icing on the cake for him. He can get the best, but it doesn't hurt if he doesn't get it.
Compared to Wu Yazi's skill, he cared more about Yan Shisan's thirteen deadly swords.
According to legend, Yan Shisan deduced the fifteenth sword, and with one sword, there was death and no life in the loneliness of the world. He wanted to see how powerful this sword was, and how dare he claim to be invincible at the master level!
