Fang Ruofeng's story is meticulous, describing in detail various precautions on the road, and even draws pictures of several medicinal materials that can cure various common diseases.
He also wrote about the situation in the restricted area. He did not complain, but spoke very calmly and objectively about all the difficulties that may be faced and must be faced.
I wrote a lot, and the thick letter had more than ten pages, but when Mu Qingyun read it, there was only the word "peace" in the whole text.
In the past few years, Fang Ruofeng has been cultivating disciples in the mountains. He has high martial arts skills and a delicate mind. Every disciple of Baiyun Sect is carefully selected by him. He has outstanding appearance and intelligent talent. After many years of hard work, he has raised three hundred I am a disciple.
There are many famous and upright sects in the world. Huijian Sect has more than a thousand inner disciples and countless outer disciples.
But in real terms, the disciples of his Baiyun Sect are not inferior to those from famous sects such as Huijian Sect in terms of weapons.
Mu Qingyun was not very familiar with Fang Ruofeng, but they had met each other during the Chinese New Year. After careful consideration, he was sixty-three years old this year, and his temples were already a frosty color. At such an age, he must be very affectionate towards his disciples.
In this battle against monsters, daily casualties ranged from dozens to more than a hundred. Baiyun Sect disciples also suffered casualties. Fang Ruofeng, at such an age, saw his beloved disciples perished, even his eleven-year-old How will the nephew and the teenage disciples feel when they have to walk on this muddy road filled with blood every step of the way?
Mu Qingyun sat down and read his letter carefully. Every word seemed dull, but it was like crying blood.
With a dull face, Chen Yi checked the luggage brought by Fang Yinqiu one by one. There were still several sets of keys inside.
"We put the memorial tablets of the ancestors, as well as the handwritten notes, letters, secret books of the ancestors, etc., in the basement of the back mountain. There are big iron doors inside. Except for a bunch of keys on my body, these It’s a backup, and it’s all stored in Yuncheng Martial Arts Hall.”
Fang Yinqiu's eyes were bright, and there was some pride on his face, "It was all my suggestion. Even if we all die outside, the inheritance of Baiyun Sect will not be cut off."
"Ouch."
Chen Yi pressed her eyebrows together and said, "I have a headache."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
She thought for a while and quickly asked her disciples to quickly organize the library of Yuncheng Martial Arts School.
All the books were sealed and packed in boxes, filled with various pills to avoid snakes, insects, rats, and ants, and stuffed into a dry basement.
There are not many real secret books in these books, and they are not unusual in fact. Except for the Baiyun Sect secret book that Zhuo Yanfei modified, the others are all general versions approved and released by the imperial court.
Almost all major official martial arts schools have collections.
However, the research materials of each teaching, the teaching notes, and the records of the exercises that Zhuo Yanfei personally corrected for the disciples bit by bit, all of these are the foundation of Yuncheng Martial Arts School.
Mu Qingyun picked up a volume of "Wang Mingsheng, Zhao Yu, and Song Lai's Ninth Edition Revised Manuscript" and opened it.
This is "Jin Yang Gong" that has been revised by several teachers.
It is not the final result. The final result has some parts deleted and some added.
But the revision of the manuscript during this process contained many interesting ideas.
Some of the moves that were added and deleted actually had their own ideas.
Looking at this book, Mu Qingyun seemed to be able to see the hard-working teachers studying "Jin Yang Gong" over and over again under the dim light. The fingerprints and smear marks left on the pages were all fascinating. My heart is racing.
People will age and die. Whether a sect or a martial arts school can truly be passed on continuously depends on the old bringing up the new. Generations of newcomers learn its spirit and essence, so that the martial arts school can last forever.
If only one name is left in the end and the foundation is dug up, then their sect will cease to exist.
Mu Qingyun asked people to put away all the books, put the key brought by Fang Yinqiu in an iron box, and buried it in the ground.
Looking back at the children who had just been caught and cleaned by Chen Yi, each with their big innocent eyes open and eating big mouthfuls of food, he smiled and said, "Okay, I just hope you will be safe."
Yuncheng Martial Arts School also received a call-up order.
Mu Qingyun ordered the remaining disciples in the martial arts school and left the few teachers Wang to take care of the children.
She, Chen Yi, three senior sisters, and seven senior brothers, a total of twelve people, were preparing to lead the remaining twenty-one young men of Baiyun Sect to respond to the call and join the Slaying Army.
Chen Yi definitely wanted to go, but when she looked up at the little kids with their heads buried in their rice bowls and their faces full of crumbs, she reached out and covered her heart: "At least leave a few seeds."
Mu Qingyun said nothing.
At the Yuncheng Martial Arts School, after they learned about the issuance of the recruitment order early in the morning, they advised the disciples that as long as they have regrets and cannot die, they don't need to be the only son and daughter in the family. They need to provide for their elders. On condition that as long as their minds waver, they can leave and go home.
But no one left.
Even Xiao Yang, whose grandfather came to visit him, refused to leave.
None of them talked much about their lofty ideals. Just like Xiao Yang, he directly told his grandfather that for no other reason than that, I just couldn't give up my school.
Mu Qingyun herself has not been here long, but she is with her senior brothers and sisters every day. This is already her home. Who can give up their home so easily?
She is like this. Disciples like Chen Yi and others who have been in the martial arts school since childhood are taught by the master, and raised by their senior brothers and sisters.
The senior sister would be worried that their quilts would be too cold and they would not sleep comfortably, so they would bake their quilts early in the morning to make them warm and comfortable.
Because they were particularly greedy for a small snack, the senior brothers would go to other people's snack shops while cursing in the middle of the night, trying to persuade others to make it.
What is blood?
Even though they are not related by blood, they are still brothers and sisters.
A martial arts school is a home that cannot be separated from.
The brothers and sisters are all going to the battlefield, and there is a high possibility that they will not come back. If they don't go, they will desperately think about everything at this moment throughout their lives.
Think about how his brothers and sisters died, and were they afraid before they died? What did they say before they died? Do you have anything to say to yourself?
They will live their whole lives thinking that they will never have answers to their questions, and they will never have a moment of peace of mind in their lives.
These words were said by the two senior sisters when Chen Yi persuaded them to go home.
They are all only daughters in the family. Their parents are still alive and they are not young. Logically speaking, they should go home.
But he can't be persuaded, and he can't be persuaded to leave.
Mu Qingyun reached out and brushed Fang Yinqiu's short hair, and thought for a moment: "That's it, let's go."
With determination, both Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi quickly packed their bags, re-oiled and polished their weapons, and changed their clothes to wear-resistant ones, especially their shoes.
Even the bedding must be brought.
"Qingqing, you still have the foresight."
Chen Yi looked at the artificial backpack Mu Qingyun had made, and quickly packed it up like Mu Qingyun, carried it behind her back, and said with a smile, "Not only is it light and easy to carry, but it can also block the loss of money."
