Under the moonlight, an old Taoist priest quietly approached Longhu Mountain.
He wore a spacious Taoist robe and had a bamboo basket tied around his waist, from which hissing sounds could be heard from time to time.
The old Taoist priest's eyebrows were sinister, like an old vulture, but his steps were light, as if he had shrunk to an inch. He came to the sword test stone in Longhu Mountain, opened his mouth, and let out a hissing sound like a snake demon.
The voice was very secretive, as if it contained a hidden message.
After a while, a figure came down the mountain from the view, walked against the wind, and landed next to the sword test stone.
He was wearing a black robe, completely covering his body, and his eyes were lowered, making it difficult to see his appearance.
"Pan Dan, the stone drum has been sounded, and the disciples from Longhu Mountain will return at any time. You shouldn't come at this time."
The voice of the man in black robe was very low, as if he was deliberately changing his voice to prevent his identity from being revealed after being overheard.
And the old Taoist priest with a sinister look was surprisingly Pan Dan who released the dragon in Hongzhou and almost destroyed Li Daoxuan's promotion to the Yin God Realm in Xuanzhou. He was broken by the Empress in Tsing Yi and was severely injured. If he hadn't escaped decisively at that time, he would have been killed long ago. Just dead people.
But now, he seems to have recovered from his injuries and is starting to stir up trouble again.
Pan Dan looked at the man in black robe and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if others see them, they will never imagine that the majestic Longhu Mountain -"
"Pan Dan!"
There was a hint of warning in the black-robed man's voice, and he obviously didn't want Pan Dan to reveal his identity.
Pan Dan didn't take it seriously. He put away his smile, approached him and whispered: "I came to you this time because there have been changes in the underworld."
The man in black robe seemed to be emotionally shaken, and there was a trace of anger in his voice.
"You promised me that Zhang Qianyang would die there, so I took the risk and poisoned-"
Pan Dan suddenly said: "Xudu is dead, completely dead, not even a trace of his remaining soul can survive. Not even the Lord can revive him."
The black-robed man's words stopped abruptly, and he was obviously very surprised.
Pan Dan's voice was filled with uncontrollable hatred.
"Li Daoxuan, it's Li Daoxuan again!"
"We underestimated him too much. The master gave an order. Once the stone drum sounds, Li Daoxuan and others will definitely return to the mountain. When the time comes, you need to find a way to get rid of him."
The man in black robe pondered for a moment and said: "It's just Li Daoxuan. It's not difficult to kill him, but don't forget what you promised me!"
Pan Dan smiled and patted his shoulder and said: "Don't worry, we failed in the underworld situation, but the situation in Longhu Mountain was arranged by the Lord himself. It lasted for sixteen years and is absolutely foolproof!"
After a pause, he said: "After the matter is completed, Longhu Mountain will be yours."
The man in black robe sneered and said, "I hope so. Don't talk about it being foolproof. You have been planning Hongzhou's situation for more than sixteen years, but in the end, it's not like drawing water from a bamboo basket?"
Pan Dan's expression suddenly turned very bad.
The man in black robe stopped provoking him and turned around: "He is your master, not mine. You want the old Heavenly Master's life, and I want his seat. We each get what we need, but It’s just cooperation.”
After that, he walked against the wind and sneaked back to Longhu Mountain.
Pan Dan looked at his back with cold and deep eyes, and finally showed a meaningful smile.
…
The next day, early morning.
Many Taoist priests gathered in the Shangqing Palace in Longhu Mountain.
Most of them are white-haired old Taoist priests. The youngest one looks to be in his forties. Most of their Taoist robes are green and red. They are all inner disciples of Longhu Mountain. Although they are not true disciples, they are still. Belongs to the backbone of the sect.
As for the outer disciples, they are not qualified to participate in this conference at all.
The Taoist priests were sitting on the futon, but they were restless, with a trace of panic between their brows, and they were whispering and discussing something.
At this time, a white-haired old Taoist wearing a purple robe walked in. He had white hair and a childlike face, with strange bones and gentle eyes. His appearance was vaguely similar to that of the old Celestial Master.
All the Taoist priests stood up quickly and bowed to him.
"I've met Elder Zhenlian!"
Zhenlian nodded and said, "Everyone, please sit down."
After everyone sat down, they immediately started asking questions.
"Elder Zhenlian, what's going on with Heavenly Master?"
"The stone drum rings ten times, what big thing happened?"
"I was waiting for Xingye to rush back, and I was surprised to hear that Mr. Laotian couldn't wake up. What was going on, and why was the stone drum suddenly beaten?"
There was a hint of worry in Zhenlian's eyes, and she sighed softly and said: "My brother is still asleep, and Pindao is more worried than anyone else. But don't panic, Jiuxiao is still in Longhu Mountain, and the rest of my brother's true disciples are also here." We are rushing back. As for why we are beating the stone drum——"
Before he finished speaking, a very domineering voice sounded, with unquestionable sharpness and determination.
"I was the one who knocked the stone drum."
Everyone looked back and saw Zhang Jiuxiao wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe and a crown of the Five Sacred Mountains on his head. His eyes were spinning and his appearance was full of magic. He was walking on meteors, like a majestic army.
Especially his eyes, with a faint electric glow, which made his already majestic temperament even more domineering.
Many Taoist priests stood up and bowed to him, but Zhang Jiuxiao didn't look at him, just walked past, and finally sat at the top of the table, only nodding to Elder Zhenlian.
When everyone saw this scene, their expressions changed slightly.
Because this is very against the rules.
Although Zhang Jiuxiao is the direct descendant of the Celestial Master and the senior brother of Longhu Mountain, Elder Zhenlian is the younger brother of the old Celestial Master. Although he is not a direct bloodline, he can still be regarded as Zhang Jiuxiao's elder. His behavior this time was too domineering.
Some people were indignant, but Elder Zhenlian didn't take it seriously. He was very calm and seemed to have been used to it.
"I beat the stone drum and summoned everyone to come, just for one thing."
After a pause, Zhang Jiuxiao looked around, his eyes as sharp as lightning. Except for Elder Zhenlian, no one dared to look at him, and they were all forced by his aura.
"Master Tian has been unable to wake up from his sleep, and his health is getting worse. We at Longhu Mountain must elect the next successor to Master Tian to be prepared."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they all showed anger.
It's too much, it's really too much!
The old Heavenly Master is still alive, but he is just in a coma. Zhang Jiuxiao actually wants to take the opportunity to seize the position of Heavenly Master. This is really Sima Zhao's intention, and everyone on the street knows it!
How is this different from those unfilial descendants down the mountain who are eager to divide the land before their parents die?
A passionate disciple stood up and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, what do you mean? The old Heavenly Master is still here, and without him making the decision, none of us are qualified to decide the Heavenly Master's successor!"
Someone followed: "Yes, and even if you want to choose, you have to wait for the second senior brother to come back, he is also a direct bloodline!"
At this time, a young Taoist priest below, who was young and handsome, but pale and breathless, suddenly laughed, attracting everyone's attention.
"Zhang Tiande, why are you laughing?"
Zhang Tiande sarcastically said: "I laugh at you for still having such wishful thinking. That Zhang Qianyang is already a disabled person, and now he lives in an ignoble corner. He has not dared to return to the mountain for more than twenty years. How can he be worthy of becoming a heavenly master by doing this? "
When everyone heard this, they felt angry and helpless.
They were angry because they were still thinking about Zhang Qianyang.
Zhang Qianyang and Zhang Jiuxiao were known as the dragon and the tiger in those days. Both of them acted domineeringly, but Zhang Qianyang was domineering towards his enemies, but he was very loyal to his own people, and he was broad-minded. He often gave them guidance on their practice without hiding any selfish things.
On the other hand, Zhang Jiuxiao is equally domineering whether he is dealing with his enemies or his own people. He likes to be arbitrary and cannot tolerate different opinions at all.
Over the years, the reason why Longhu Mountain has slowly declined and its reputation is gradually not as good as before, has a lot to do with Zhang Jiuxiao's willfulness.
But they were also helpless, because it was a fact that Zhang Qianyang was deposed and his cultivation had fallen into the Yangshen realm, and if he wanted to become a Celestial Master in Longhu Mountain, his cultivation must not be too bad.
Seeing that everyone had nothing to say, Zhang Tiande was very proud and said with a smile: "And my father is not only the direct descendant of Longhu and the first disciple of the Celestial Master, he is also a middle-level Yangshen cultivator, and he has mastered the "Five Thunder Methods of Shenxiao". , the name of Wu Lei Zhenren is also powerful in the world, besides my father, who else can sit on this position of Heavenly Master?"
His voice was full of pride.
For a moment, everyone in the venue was speechless, but they had nothing to say.
They really don't like Zhang Jiuxiao's domineering character, but currently there seems to be no one else suitable except Zhang Jiuxiao.
At this time, Elder Zhenlian, who had been silent, finally spoke.
"Jiuxiao, you want to choose the next successor to the Heavenly Master. Pindao has no objection to this. After all, it is a major matter related to the inheritance of our Longhu Mountain, and you need to think carefully in advance."
Zhang Jiuxiao remained calm and looked at Elder Zhenlian quietly.
He knew that the relationship between Elder Zhenlian and Zhang Qianyang was very close. When he was a child, Zhenlian had a strong preference for Zhang Qianyang. He had always been a staunch supporter of Zhang Qianyang and would never agree to let himself inherit the position of Heavenly Master.
As expected, Zhenlian continued: "But according to the rules, the successors of successive Celestial Masters must meet three conditions. The first is the direct bloodline, the second is the personal designation of the previous Celestial Master, and the third is to obtain the token of the leader, Yang Pingzhidu. Gong Seal!"
Zhenlian looked into Zhang Jiuxiao's eyes and asked: "The first condition is not a problem, and the second one is no problem. After all, in extraordinary times, the Heavenly Master is sleeping forever, but what about the third condition... "
Zhenlian said word for word: "Without Yang Ping's seal of governance, the name will be incorrect, the words will not be obeyed, and the world will not accept it!"
The voice was like a bell, sonorous and powerful, echoing in the room, causing Zhang Tiande's complexion to change drastically, and his eyes to be filled with resentment.
Zhang Jiuxiao suddenly showed a sneer.
He sighed and said, "You seem to have misunderstood."
Zhenlian was slightly startled, and the others also showed doubts. Could it be that Zhang Jiuxiao didn't want to take over as the Heavenly Master?
But the next moment, Zhang Jiuxiao said calmly: "I didn't call you back to discuss with you, and you are not qualified to discuss with me."
He stood up, and the sky became dark, filled with rolling thunderclouds at some point.
Zhang Jiuxiao's hair danced wildly, with a thrilling electric light flowing, and his whole person erupted with an extremely terrifying momentum, as if Longhu Mountain was going to turn into thunder in the next moment.
"I just want to inform you that the next Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain...is named Zhang Jiuxiao."
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