After all, less than 20% of those who can reach the sword-driving realm in Taoism, and less than 5% of those who can wield a sword above the Taoist headquarters, of course, except for those who have accepted special tasks xenophobic.
A disciple recognized the two people on the Qinglong Sword: "Senior Sister Lingyun and Senior Sister Mu Mengzi!?"
As soon as these words were spoken, many old disciples raised their heads and widened their eyes: "It's really those two senior sisters!"
"Senior Sister Mu Mengzi is back!"
"Mu Mengzi? Isn't this the one who was wanted by our Taoist family some time ago?"
"What you don't know is that the wanted order was issued by the Taoist traitor Dao Buwei."
"That's right! I heard that Dao Buwei did this because he was jealous of Senior Sister Mu Mengzi's cultivation talent!"
"That's wrong! I remember that Senior Sister Mu Mengzi didn't collude with the demon clan and then..."...
For a while, the disciples below were talking a lot.
Ling Yun mentioned Mu Mengzi and didn't care about the comments below.
Mu Mengzi heard a lot of useful information. She was the senior sister of a Taoist disciple, and she had no enmity with Taoism.
It seems that this time the Taoist came to the right place.
And in the Taoist hall.
The seat at the top was empty, and a little below was Jiang Xiaowu, who was standing with her hands behind her hands. She looked calmly at the crowd below.
At this time, a disciple came in and reported: "Senior Sister Jiang Xiaowu, Senior Sister Lingyun and Senior Sister Mu Mengzi are back!"
As soon as these words were spoken, many people in the group below in the hall became pale.
The corner of Jiang Xiaowu's mouth curled up slightly: "Okay, I'm back. Then the battle for the Tao Lord's successor can begin!"
At this time, a middle-aged Taoist nun stood up: "Mu Mengzi? Isn't she a traitor to the Taoist family? It's child's play to let such a person participate in the battle for the successor of the Taoist master!"
Jiang Xiaowu's eyes suddenly became a little sharper. The middle-aged Taoist nun's body trembled and her aura became much weaker.
Jiang Xiaowu's tone was still very calm: "To be honest, I haven't liked Mu Mengzi since I was a child, but my mother said that she is one of the candidates for the heir, so she has the right to participate!"
The middle-aged Taoist nun wanted to refute, but Jiang Xiaowu shut her up with just one look.
Many people present shook their heads secretly. You clearly gave Mu Mengzi's qualifications to her!
But no one dared to speak at this moment, because they still had a chance if Jiang Xiaowu didn't participate.
If Jiang Xiaowu participates, the position of Taoist master will basically belong to her. Who made her parents the second of the four previous Taoist masters?
Jiang Xiaowu glanced at the people below: "Do you have any objections?"
Below are the Taoists distributed in the other three places in China.
The other three Taoists all replied in unison: "No objection!"
Jiang Xiaowu then turned her gaze towards the door.
I saw a heroic woman holding a long sword, followed by a woman with an indescribably beautiful face.
Everyone present knew the woman holding the sword, it must be Ling Yun.
Turning his eyes to the beautiful woman next to him, she must be Mu Mengzi!
Ling Yun also glanced at the Taoist disciples present indifferently, and then looked at Jiang Xiaowu: "I brought him back!"
Jiang Xiaowu kept her eyes on Mu Mengzi and just nodded to Ling Yun's answer.
"There is civil strife in Qingqiu. We don't have extra time to arrange the complicated etiquette and inheritance ceremony. Let's keep everything simple, so we will start the competition tomorrow!" After Jiang Xiaowu said this, he walked towards Mu Mengzi.
When she came, she pulled Mu Mengzi in front of her and left, and Ling Yun also left behind her.
Only people from the other three families were left in the hall. They looked at each other and nodded, as if they had reached an agreement. …
Jiang Xiaowu brought Mu Mengzi to his residence and poured him a glass of water: "You must be full of doubts now, right?"
Mu Mengzi nodded.
Jiang Xiaowu sat down and poured herself a glass. She took a sip, then turned to look at Ling who was drinking directly from the pot.
Yun, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Ling Yun didn't care at all and drank several sips before putting it down.
Jiang Xiaowu glanced at the pot with disgust and said, "This pot is for you!"
Ling Yun waved his hand casually: "I don't want it."
Jiang Xiaowu glared at her, and Ling Yun had no choice but to hold the sword in one hand and the pot in the other.
Mu Mengzi didn't bother them.
Jiang Xiaowu turned back to Mu Mengzi and returned to the previous topic: "Your doubts are ultimately due to amnesia, and our Taoists can help you retrieve your memory, but..."
Mu Mengzi stood up suddenly and asked excitedly: "But what?"
Jiang Xiaowu stared at Mu Mengzi and said calmly: "You win the position of Tao Master!"
Mu Mengzi did not agree immediately. Although she was full of excitement at the moment, she was also unusually calm: "I am an ordinary person now!"
Jiang Xiaowu looked at Mu Mengzi and was silent for a moment: "This battle for the throne, we are a two-person battle! And you and Ling Yun are a team. After you team up to defeat the other three families, then it will be a battle between you and Ling Yun. .”
After saying that, she paused: "Of course, if you are eliminated in the middle, or Ling Yun is eliminated, and then you or Ling Yun make it to the end, then there is no need for a two-person battle."
Mu Mengzi understood what it meant. It seemed that even if she followed Ling Yun and won, she would still have to fight Ling Yun in the end!
But she had seen Ling Yun's strength in Kyoto. How could she, an ordinary person, do it?
Ling Yun seemed to have thought of something, and his face was full of fear: "If it were Mu Mengzi in the underworld, I'm afraid I would be pressed down and beaten."
She is crazy, not brainless.
She clearly understood that if she faced Mu Mengzi who ran rampant in the underworld, she would definitely not be able to defeat her.
As she spoke, she glanced at Mu Mengzi: "But in your current situation, I'm afraid you won't even be able to catch my sword!"
Mu Mengzi touched her head helplessly.
Ling Yun smiled and said: "Don't worry, there will indeed be another battle between us, but it won't be in the battle for position, but after you regain your strength."
Mu Mengzi realized that Ling Yun was teaming up with her, and she was probably here to act as a thug.
In this case, could Jiang Xiaowu and Ling Yun have planned for her to inherit the position of the Taoist master?
But why choose her?
Being a puppet or a bullet-stopper?
Mu Mengzi was puzzled, but she didn't ask any more questions. As long as her memory could be restored, perhaps all the problems would be solved.
Mu Mengzi took a deep breath and asked extremely seriously: "What should I do?"
Jiang Xiaowu looked at Ling Yun, and Ling Yun slowly drew out the Qinglong Sword. The cold blade reflected her cheek: "You just need to stand behind me!"
Mu Mengzi hesitated and nodded.
Jiang Xiaowu, on the other hand, pulled out a strange dagger with an oval shape and only half a meter long from nowhere and placed it in front of Mu Mengzi: "This is the Xuanwu Sword. It ranks among the four Taoist swords alongside Ling Yun's Qinglong Sword."
"This sword should protect you!"
Mu Mengzi quickly waved her hand and refused: "This is very expensive..."
Of course Mu Mengzi thought it was expensive, but the real reason for her rejection was that she didn't know how to use it!
It's very frustrating if you can't use this good thing right in front of you.
Jiang Xiaowu seemed to understand Mu Mengzi's thoughts: "Don't worry, this is already a spiritual sword. You don't need to operate it. It has its own spirituality!"
After saying that, Jiang Xiaowu glanced at the sword on the table: "Little turtle, turn one over for her!"
Jiang Xiaowu's words were like an order. The sword that had been lying quietly on the table suddenly bounced up and turned around in the air before lying back down again.
Mu Mengzi was stunned by such a scene and almost shouted for another one!
She looked at the sword curiously, and after a moment of silence, she asked tentatively: "Can it really understand what I'm saying?"
Jiang Xiaowu glanced at her sword and nodded: "Little Turtle, you should listen to her for the time being!"
Xuanwu Sword made bursts of soft groaning sounds as if it was answering.
Jiang Xiaowu frowned slightly, stretched out her fingertips and tapped the sword: "Although I didn't like her before, she's much better now..."
As she spoke, she glanced at Mu Mengzi, and seeing that she didn't show any expression, Jiang Xiaowu opened her mouth slightly to explain, but hesitated for a moment and still didn't say anything.
After the atmosphere was silent for a moment, the Xuanwu Sword made a low sword sound.
Jiang Xiaowu nodded to Mu Mengzi: "Okay!"
Mu Mengzi saw that he seemed to be communicating well. Of course, she had some guesses about what Jiang Xiaowu just said, but it did not affect her impression of Jiang Xiaowu.
Jiang Xiaowu often reveals her arrogance in her words and expressions, but her true heart is kind.
Mu Mengzi didn't think too much at this moment. She looked at the strange dagger in front of her and asked tentatively: "Stand up?"
The Xuanwu sword trembled slightly and did not stand up. Jiang Xiaowu frowned slightly and said sternly: "Little turtle!"
As soon as Jiang Xiaowu finished speaking, the Xuanwu sword stood straight up.
Mu Mengzi glanced at Jiang Xiaowu and smiled slightly. It didn't matter if the other party didn't want to listen to her, as long as he listened to Jiang Xiaowu.
After Jiang Xiaowu taught the Xuanwu sword for a while, and then told Mu Mengzi and Ling Yun about the people and rules that needed to be paid attention to during the competition, Ling Yun took Mu Mengzi back to her room in the Taoist house.
After a night's rest, Mu Mengzi got up early the next day.
Ling Yun was already waiting at the door and saw Mu Mengzi coming out.
Ling Yun threw a bag over and Mu Mengzi caught it in a hurry.
It's warm and fragrant.
Ling Yun said: "Eat more, today is destined to be difficult!"
Mu Mengzi opened it and saw steaming buns, each one as big as her fist.
There were five buns in total, and Mu Mengzi would probably die and could only eat three.
She took out one and started eating without any pretense. Ling Yun walked and said, "Wait a minute during the battle, if someone attacks you, or if I don't stop others, you put this needle into your heart!"
As he spoke, Ling Yun handed over a silver-white silver needle with a lifelike dragon carved on the needle body.
The moment Mu Mengzi saw the silver needle, her heart tightened unconsciously. She didn't know why the silver needle felt familiar.
She was stunned for a moment before taking it. She held it in her hand and looked at it carefully: "Is this a silver needle?"
Ling Yun nodded.
"You said it was stabbed in the heart?" Mu Mengzi asked a little uncertainly.
Ling Yun nodded again.
Mu Mengzi's hand trembled: "Will this kill me directly?"
After all, isn't this thing looking for death if it stabs you in the heart?
Ling Yun paused and replied: "You may believe it or not. If you are lucky, you don't need to prick yourself. I will help you solve it all."
"But if something unexpected happens, you have to figure it out yourself!"
After Ling Yun finished speaking, he stopped talking.
