Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 245 Break Huang Lin's heartstrings, leave!
The Scarlet Phoenix Sword was cast by a master craftsman in the palace out of meteoric iron. It is three feet six inches long and weighs six catties. It was made in the tenth year of Chenghua in the Ming Dynasty.

During this period, he drank countless blood. In June of the first year of Kaixi in the Southern Song Dynasty, he was recast by Cheng Dahammer, a master craftsman of the Imperial Military Arms Institute, and then weighed nine pounds.

It has been more than 14 years since Huang Lin first climbed to the Huashan Inner Sect Grand Competition, and the Scarlet Phoenix Sword has been by his side.

On weekdays, Huang Lin often played with it in his hand, but he didn't have any other feelings.

But now seeing with his own eyes the moment Chi Huang was crushed by Xuan Nan, a certain string in his heart was broken, and he couldn't help being stunned.

The scenes of more than ten years in Huashan flow through my mind like a slide show.
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The eldest brother Huang Qi is troubled because of his name change.
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Master Chen Qingping commented with disdain on his flamboyant sword drawing skills.
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Mistress Luan Qingrou's face was full of reluctance when she learned that he was about to "ascend".
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The little fat man who can always find snacks from all over his body doesn't have much money.
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Wang Xuerong, who personally sewed the first pure Yang chiming taoist robe for him.
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Ning Qingyu, whose beard was getting thinner day by day, was confused by him.

Etc., etc
These figures appeared one by one in Huang Lin's mind like a horse watching flowers, and then disappeared.

At this time, the air wave in the field had dissipated. After Xuannan smashed the red phoenix, he threw the hilt of the sword bitterly. The black hilt was very different from ordinary long swords. After a few jumps, it landed in front of Huang Lin. far away.

Huang Lin's aura around him became colder and colder.

The eyes are even more profound.

Wu Xingyun and Wu Yazi had already flown close, and she raised her hand to slap Wu Yazi, and then landed beside Huang Lin.

And Wu Yazi used his strength to speed up, and directly joined the battle group between the sweeping monk and Li Qiushui.

"Tread~"

As soon as Wu Xingyun landed on the ground, he realized that Huang Lin's condition was not quite right. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Huang Lin take a step forward with his hair disheveled, and his figure disappeared instantly, appearing in front of the sword hilt on the ground.

Slowly squatting down to pick up the hilt of the sword, rubbing it on his hand a few times, the look of memory on his face flashed away.

When he got up, the black hilt had disappeared, and a jeweled long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. No one could see where the sword came from.

"Shaolin, destroy it!"

As if it came from under Jiuyou, Huang Lin's icy voice covered the entire Songshan Mountain.

The sweeping monk's expression suddenly changed drastically, after receiving Wu Yazi's palm, he ran straight to Xuannan.

Wu Yazi didn't catch up, but looked at Huang Lin, whose head was hanging slightly, with a surprised face.

there is a problem!

In the previously discussed plan, there was no such thing as the destruction of Shaolin, but the abolition of the supreme combat power of Shaolin Temple to the greatest extent.

Abolishing Xuanbei before and abolishing Lingmen just now were all planned.

But now, Huang Lin seemed to be a different person.

"division"

Wu Yazi stretched his hand halfway, and before he finished shouting "Junior brother", Huang Lin rushed towards Xuannan like a shooting star.

"Zi~zheng~~~"

On the way, Feixian came out of her sheath suddenly. Everyone in the field was frightened by Huang Lin's words just now, but at this moment they were hurt by the harsh metal friction sound.

Many low-strength people in the rivers and lakes have blood oozing from their ears.

Before the uncomfortable feeling in his ears dissipated, he saw a strong cold light flashing in front of Huang Lin, and his eyes were instantly stinging!

Four people as strong as Sweeping Monk, Wu Xingyun, Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui couldn't help but squint their eyes.

Just when the cold light was about to pass over Xuannan's neck, the sweeping monk finally arrived!
Before he had time to use any moves, the sweeping monk slapped Huang Lin with a palm full of true energy, and hit Huang Lin's side.

But seeing that cold light suddenly exploded like fireworks, it turned into thousands of sword shadows, covering the four people, Sweeping Monk, Lingmen, Xuannan and Xuanku.

Flying Immortals!

This time there were more sword lights than ever before, and they were also extraordinarily gorgeous.

The sweeping monk's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly changed his moves. He quickly poured the true energy in his body into his sleeves to resist this unreal sword move.

"don't want!!!"

Qiao Feng's voice finally came.

"Chichichichichichi~~~"

The three of Lingmen, Xuannan and Xuanku moved a little and were swept by the sword light.

The three of them didn't look alike.

But the floor sweeping monk was not in the front, he was only hit by the aftermath, but he was shot backwards in embarrassment, his wide sleeves were completely torn, revealing two thin arms with dense wounds.

"Tread~"

Huang Lin's feet landed on the ground, and this slight movement was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Xuannan and Lingmen suddenly had countless wounds on their bodies, and blood gushed out from the wounds like a shower.

Xuan Ku had been hugging the Lingmen just now. Although he was injured, he was much better than the other two, but there was a deep wound on the "Yunmen" acupoint on both shoulders, which was obviously left by Huang Lin on purpose.

"Master. Teacher."

With tears in his eyes, Qiao Feng rushed to Xuan Ku's side.

He wanted to speak, but was stopped by Xuan Ku, who was dripping with sweat, shaking his head.

He could see that something was wrong with Huang Lin, if he was stimulated again at this time, Shaolin would really be hopeless!
Glancing at Lingmen who was in his arms with loose eyes, then turned his head to look at Xuannan who was already powerless, Xuanku closed his eyes in grief.

These two people are gone!

If Qiao Feng hadn't yelled just now, he might be just like the two of them.

Sure enough, as Xuannan fell to the ground, Lingmen also took his last breath.

"Tread~step~"

With the sound of footsteps, Qiao Feng raised his head and saw Huang Lin walking past him indifferently, holding the Flying Immortal Sword that he didn't know when to sheath. His forehead was stained with sweat, which showed the great consumption of the move just now.

Qiao Feng opened his mouth, but in the end no words came out.

Although Master Xuan Ku's arms were disabled, at least he survived, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Although I don't know why Huang Lin is like this, but what I saw just now must be related to the Scarlet Phoenix.

As Huang Lin walked towards Xuan Ci and the others step by step, the Shaolin monks backed away slowly with horror on their faces.

Behind Huang Lin were Wu Xingyun and the other three with serious expressions.

"Tread~step~"

The sound of footsteps, like the sound of death, rises in the square where the needle can be heard.

People in the surrounding rivers and lakes were frightened by Huang Lin's outburst just now, and they dared not make the slightest move, for fear of attracting Huang Lin's attention.

Even Duan Yu's acupoints were tapped by Chu Wanli, fearing that the little ancestor would say something he shouldn't.

The sweeping monk suddenly appeared in front of Xuanci, and said to Huang Lin with an angry face:
"Ami."

"Crack!"

The cold voice interrupted the Buddha's name, and Huang Lin stepped on his foot and rushed over with his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

The sweeping monk had seen this move just now, and immediately grabbed a demon-subduing pestle from the monk next to him, and went up to meet it.

He knew that he couldn't let the opponent's sword power accumulate to the maximum, he had to block it, otherwise once Huang Lin's sword light exploded here, Shaolin Temple would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

"Zheng~"

"When~"

blocked!
But there was no trace of joy on the sweeping monk's face.

Because, Wu Xingyun and the other three had passed Huang Lin and rushed towards the Shaolin monks.

"The head of the Xiaoyao faction has fallen into the devil's way, do you still want to watch?"

Xuanci hurriedly shouted, intending to seek help from fellow Jiang Hu present.

Duan Zhengchun and Murong Fu lowered their eyelids, as if they didn't hear.

The man on Shenshan raised his mouth slightly, looked at Xuan Ci with an expression of "you come to beg me".

The iron-masked judge Shan Zheng opened and closed his lips a few times, but was pressed down by the five sons behind him, including the young man who followed up when the spirit gate appeared earlier.

It was Zhao Qiansun and Master Zhiguang, who had lost all his martial arts, who stood up.

The two looked at each other, and were about to speak, but saw Fan Bailing took out something from his bosom, threw it into the sky, and the thing shot up into the sky with a screaming sound.

Then came the sound of dense footsteps.

And among the crowd scattered around, three women wearing black hoods and cloaks also came out.

The person at the head seemed to be quite old, his eyes sparkled, and he obviously possessed extraordinary skills. After seeing her walk out with the two of them, he said loudly:

"Old man Yu Xiuyue, the leader of the Haotian Department of the Xiaoyao Sect, this is a matter between my Xiaoyao Sect and Shaolin Temple, and I hope that all comrades will not reach out indiscriminately."

Subsequently, more and more people came out of the peripheral crowd.

Jiutian Jiubu, 36 islands and 72 holes, among them is the "victim" Wu Boss just now.

Even Zuo Zimu of the Wuliang Sword Sect stood up on impulse.

Master Zhiguang and Zhao Qiansunchu were not standing there, nor were they retreating, they seemed to be with the Xiaoyao faction.

Seeing this situation, Xuanci took two steps back dejectedly, all thoughts in his heart were ashamed.

Finished!

Wu Xingyun, Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui jumped into the group of Shaolin monks like a tiger into a herd of sheep, almost no enemy.

At this time Shaolin has lost its extreme combat strength, only Xuandu and Xuangou are the two most powerful leaders, but after three or two moves, they were beaten away by Wu Xingyun and Wu Yazi, and their life and death are unknown.

Shen Jie saw that the master beat the old monk farther and farther, looked at the scarlet phoenix fragments on the ground, and observed the surrounding people, then took off the short sword behind his back and held it in his hand, and said to Su Xinghe:
"Brother, can you accompany me to retrieve those fragments?"

"Senior Brother, just go, Senior Brother will definitely protect you!"

Su Xinghe had seen the situation on the field, and readily agreed to Shen Jie's request.

He had wanted to make a move a long time ago, but Huang Lin was afraid of accidents when he came here, and asked him to protect the disciples here, not to leave at will, so he stayed by Shen Jie's side all the time.

When the sweeping monk saw the monks falling one by one in the temple, he was really angry, but he found that Huang Lin with the sword in his hand was completely different from when he was empty-handed.

And the other party is like a madman, he is not stingy with his true energy, and his moves seem to be fighting for his life.

Every time he wanted to exchange injuries with Huang Lin, the opponent would change his moves temporarily, and the long sword would stab him from an unexpected angle, which made him have to give up his plan to hurt both sides.

Earlier, in order to save the Lingmen, the sweeping monk had received Wu Yazi's palm, and half of the "Flying Immortal from Heaven", now he was forced to fight dozens of moves, exhausted physically and mentally.

If it wasn't for the long sword newly drawn by the opponent, he might have followed in the footsteps of the Spirit Sect.

Huang Lin is not in a good state at this meeting either. He played two consecutive matches with Sweeping Monk and Lingmen, and the consumption was not small. Later, he violently used the "Flying Immortal Outside the Sky" with all his strength. Now after dozens of moves of Hard Steel, The true energy in the dantian has bottomed out.

"Junior Brother, Shaolin is destroyed!"

Wu Yazi's voice came from far away, and everyone realized that where the Shaolin monks were, only Xuan Ci was left in a trance, standing there with a gray face, and everyone else had fallen down.

Well, there was Xuan Ku sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, and Qiao Feng was standing beside him.

There was an uproar in the arena.

This is Shaolin!
The Shaolin Temple that has dominated the world for hundreds of years.

was destroyed!
Huang Lin also heard Wu Yazi's voice, and there was a hint of agility in his eyes, and the sword move in his hand came to life, no longer as rigid as before.

The pressure on the sweeping monk suddenly increased.

But he tried his best to resist it, now that Huang Lin has regained his senses, how can he resist it!
Seeing Huang Lin slashing fiercely, the sweeping monk habitually held the magic subduing pestle with both hands and lifted it up. It has been like this for dozens of moves before.

But he didn't expect that the opponent's sword suddenly changed, and the mighty Feixianjian suddenly became nimble.

The floor sweeping monk quickly withdrew his right hand holding the pestle, and with a flick of his left wrist, the tail of the pestle raised high to meet him.

But Huang Lin's Flying Immortal Sword sped up again, hit the Subduing Demon Pestle's staff, and then bounced back with force, the tip of the sword brought a stream of light across the right wrist that hadn't been able to retract in the future.

Then the two took a step back and looked at each other.

"Kangdang~"

The floor-sweeping monk looked down at his right hand that was still bleeding, closed his eyes and sighed, and dropped the demon-subduing pestle held upside down in his left hand to the ground.

Like Xuan Bei, the big tendon in his right hand was severely injured by Huang Lin. Although it did not affect his daily life, he could no longer use martial arts.

"click~"

Seeing this, Huang Lin put his sword back into its sheath, looked sideways at the miserable situation of the Shaolin monks, and couldn't help frowning.

It was completely unexpected for him to make such a fuss.

In this world from now on, Shen Jie might find it difficult to get along.

"Amitabha! Your Excellency, do you regret it?"

Seeing Huang Lin's expression, the sweeping monk was a little taken aback before reacting.

He had guessed before, but now it seems that something really went wrong.

Huang Lin glanced at Shen Jie who was walking behind Wu Xingyun and the other three, holding the scarlet phoenix fragments, but did not reply to the floor sweeping monk.

"Junior brother, are you okay?"

Wu Xingyun asked worriedly.

Huang Lin forced a smile.

"Something went wrong, and I already know the reason, which made the senior brother and the two senior sisters worry!"

Seeing him like this, Wu Yazi glanced at Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui beside him, and then said:
"The Shaolin monks who fell to the ground over there are all in a coma. How do you plan to arrange it, Junior Brother?"

Hearing this, Huang Lin stared blankly at Wu Yazi.

The sweeping monk beside him twitched his eyebrows, regardless of what happened to these people, he just swept past them.

"Before we saw that your expression was not right, and you didn't follow the plan, so we took the initiative and knocked out all the monks. However, because of the urgent time, some people with relatively high strength may have suffered serious injuries."

Wu Yazi said this in a low voice, but Huang Lin heaved a sigh of relief.

At least you don't have to worry about Xiaoyao being called a demon cult by others.

Thinking of this, Huang Lin had an idea when he thought about it.

"Master!"

Seeing that they had finished speaking, Shen Jie walked over holding the scarlet phoenix fragments.

Huang Lin looked at Shen Jie's little hand cut by pieces with a complicated expression, and sighed.

He waved his hand to put away those fragments, and rubbed Shen Jie's head.

Several people saw that he was collecting things out of thin air like a magic trick, so they couldn't help but look at him a few more times, knowing that this place was not the time to ask questions, so they suppressed their thoughts.

"Who can make the decision in your temple right now?"

Coming to Xuanci, Huang Lin glanced at the sweeping monk, and then asked Xuanci.

Xuan Ci looked at Huang Lin with a complicated expression. When Master Fa Jie came over just now, he already knew that those fellow disciples behind him were just in a coma, so his feelings towards Huang Lin were extremely complicated.

"What else do you want, please tell me!"

After this battle, Shaolin's back has been broken, and the top masters in the temple are dead and maimed, he no longer thinks about any way out.

"Huang has something to ask Xuandu."

Without waiting for Xuanci's answer, Huang Lin went straight into the crowd and lifted Xuandu who was still seriously injured and unconscious.

The corners of Xuanci's mouth opened and closed several times, but finally he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

He knew that the other party wanted to ask Xuandu what to do, but right now he was powerless to stop it.

It can be said that those people in the arena in the field watched a big drama with several ups and downs today. Seeing that Huang Lin made another move, they all watched over.

"Master Zhiguang, Master Shenshan, Emperor Duan, Young Master Murong, and the iron-faced judge are invited to come and be a witness."

After scanning around, Huang Lin clicked five names.

Several people looked at each other, Murong Fu took the lead and walked over without hesitation, seeing this, the other four also left the stage one after another.

When the five people approached, Huang Lin didn't say any more, and directly took a puff of true energy into Xuandu's body.

Xuandu, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes and saw Huang Lin, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and immediately passed out again.

Several people were speechless for a moment, and after he woke up again, seeing Master Zhiguang and others, his expression calmed down, and from the corner of his eye, he saw a group of monks standing up behind Xuanci, and his eyes gradually recovered.

"I ask, you answer, otherwise Huang won't mind slaughtering Shaolin Temple!"

Huang Lin's voice sounded above his head, and Xuandu's body couldn't help shaking.

Stepping into Xuandu's line of sight, Huang Lin said:
"Your legal name is Xuandu, right?"

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"Everyone, Huang wants to ask something, but Xuandu doesn't seem to cooperate. It seems that Shaolin Temple should be destroyed today!"

Seeing that he did not agree, Huang Lin glanced at Zhiguang and the others with a harsh voice.

"I say."

Xuandu's voice was a little hoarse.

Seeing this, Huang Lin lowered his head again, looked into Dudu's eyes and asked:
"The Dharma name is Xuandu, right?"

"Correct."

"Fifties this year?"

"Two out of fifty."

Xuandu was a little puzzled by these two questions, but he didn't notice that there was a strange light in Huang Lin's eyes.

"I heard that you are the head of Shaolin No. [-] Academy. I don't know which Academy it is?"

"Bodhi Court."

"What are the Bodhi Courts in charge of?"

"Goods and intelligence."

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As the problem deepened, Xuandu, who was seriously injured, had unknowingly been hit by Huang Lin's soul-shifting technique.

Witnessed by Zhiguang and others, an industrial chain in which Shaolin lay disciples set up villages, block roads tolls, and kidnap and extort was revealed.

Even Xuandu himself didn't know how many cottages below belonged to Shaolin.

All I know is that these cottages are spread all over the road, from Shanxi Road in the east to Jiangling Mansion on the north bank of the Yangtze River in the south, and Fengxiang Mansion in the west.

Xuanci kept looking at the faces of several people, and when he saw the horror on the faces of Zhiguang and others, he knew that the big thing was over.

After smiling miserably, he sat down cross-legged, and picked up the Jie Dao who didn't know who it was.

Tired, destroy it!

It's all Lingyan's fault!
The 35th generation abbot of Shaolin Temple killed himself in the square in front of the Daxiong Hall.

Tianshan, Piaomiao Peak
Huang Lin sat cross-legged on a peak in the misty outer circle.

At this time, one day has passed since the Shaolin battle.

After Xuanci committed suicide, he called Xiaojin and went back to the mountain on the big eagle.

The reason why he rushed back in such a hurry was because he found a flaw in his state of mind.

But there was nothing he could do about it.

Traveling through the heavens and worlds, relying on the deduction disk, Huashan, who is proud of the world, may not be able to go back!
Before the crimson phoenix collapsed, he was like a demon. When he came back to his senses afterwards, he knew that the crimson phoenix was already the sustenance of his heart.

The reason for this is related to his previous life experience.

Born as an orphan, he has few friends, so when he traveled to the world of Xiaoao, he didn't have much resentment for his previous life.

Later, after the Huashan School felt the care of the master and his wife, they developed a deep nostalgia for this never-before-seen family affection.

It can be said that the days in the Huashan School were the most relaxing time in his two lives and the four worlds he traveled through.

Later, when he was forced to leave the world of Xiaoao, his heart was cut like a knife.

Therefore, after inquiring clearly in the world of Condor Shooting, I stayed in Huashan for nearly a month.

The purpose is to find something related to the Huashan School there, but it is just a wish after all.

Even Huashan in the deduction plate, he seldom returns to Yanwei Valley, and stays at Songhui Peak most of the time.

He has been avoiding this question in his heart, so Feixianjian has not yet begun.

With his current strength, the heavier Flying Immortal Sword is actually more handy than the Scarlet Phoenix, but somehow, he has been using the Scarlet Phoenix Sword.

Thinking about it now, he had pinned all his attachment to the Huashan School on the Scarlet Phoenix Sword.

Huang Lin, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, waved his hand, and the scabbard, hilt and fragments of the Scarlet Phoenix Sword appeared in front of his eyes.

After thinking for a while, he waved his hand again and released Li Canghai's white jade statue.

Looking at the statue, which looked exactly like Wang Xuerong's, Huang Lin found that there was no wavering in his heart.

So, it was because of his nostalgia for the Huashan faction that made him look at a loss?
It's a pity that the Eternal Spring Valley has never been found, and this doubt seems to be impossible to solve.

Putting away the jade statue, stroking the fragments of the Scarlet Phoenix Sword, his eyes flickered.

Ten days later, Wu Xingyun, Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui led the Xiaoyao Sect back to Piaomiao Peak.

The people who returned to the mountain brought back news from the rivers and lakes.

After this battle, Shaolin Temple's prestige was greatly damaged. Although not everyone shouted for beatings, it was not much worse.

Huiwu, the 36th generation abbot who took office on the front line, had to announce the closure of the temple.

However, the promise of going north to fight against the Liao Dynasty has not been cancelled, and the remaining monks of the Xuan family have already led the first batch of monks to Zhending Mansion.

In this way, there are only three ruined peaks left in Shaolin Temple, Xuan Bei, Xuan Ku and Xuan Ji, and the sweeping monk has disappeared since Huang Lin left.

Vulture Palace, Hall of Liuhe Hall

Huang Lin sat on the head, Shen Jie and Ah Zi stood beside him.

On the left side of the hall are Wu Yazi and Qiao Feng; on the right side are Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui.

With a wave of Huang Lin's hand, a pile of fine wine, snake meat and jade boxes were piled on the ground.

There was a lot of splendor in everyone's eyes, but they all knew that Huang Lin would definitely explain it, so they didn't say anything.

"I am not from this world!"

Without waiting for a few people to ask questions, Huang Lin told the story of being attacked by a string of Buddhist beads when he was flying up with Xiaojin, and accidentally fell into this world again.

As soon as the words fell, Li Qiushui blinked his eyes and asked:

"So, the reason why you made Shaolin Temple so miserable this time is because you were attacked by people from the Buddhist sect during your ascension?"

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Huang Lin: I said no, do you believe it?

After changing the subject, Huang Lin expressed his intention to reforge the Scarlet Phoenix Sword, and when the sword is completed, he will ascend again.

Although everyone was reluctant, Huang Lin had made up his mind, so he had no choice but to arrange Huang Lin's "funeral affairs".

Shen Jie touched the black scabbard dagger and said firmly:

"Master, this disciple must work hard to cultivate, and then ascend to the upper realm to find you!
On the side of Junior Sister Ah Zi, the disciple will also supervise her well! "

Hearing this, Ah Zi's face collapsed, and she immediately nodded frantically in a serious manner.

Afterwards, Feng Asan's words let Huang Lin know that recasting the Scarlet Phoenix in this world has become a luxury.

According to Feng Asan's words, his current skills are not worthy of that Master Cheng's shoes, and he doesn't even dare to connect the broken sword, for fear of affecting the original material of the sword body.

Huang Lin had no choice but to change the plan and let the various ministries in the sect and peripheral forces collect some precious sword-making ores.

In the days that followed, while teaching Shen Jie, he searched for the Eternal Spring Valley.

Although the matter of Wang Xuerong will not cause too much psychological shock to him as it did before, but after all, he still can't resist the curiosity in his heart.

It's a pity that he almost searched Dali and its surrounding areas, but still couldn't find the slightest trace of Changchun Valley.

In desperation, finally had to give up.

Song, Yuanyou six years
misty peak
A purple beam of light rose into the sky.

Wu Yazi had his hands behind his back, Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui stood by his side, the eyes of the three were full of gratitude.

Qiao Feng hugged A'Zhu who was already in tears, and looked at Huang Lin in mid-air, with reluctance and envy in his eyes.

The 13-year-old Shen Jie's face was slumped, his eyes were red, and Ah Zi, who was half a head taller beside him, was already teary-eyed.

"Congratulations to the Sect Master!"

Behind them, Su Xinghe, Hangu Bayou and Jiutian Jiubu all knelt down on one knee, clasped their fists and shouted loudly.

There are also some 36-hole 72 island leaders who are also lucky to be here.

Yuanyou seven years
Qiao Feng and Azhu Azi went south to Dali, and Shuang Shu recognized their ancestors in the Zhennan Palace.In the same year, Qiao Feng and Ah Zhu got married.

Ninth Year of Yuanyou/First Year of Shaosheng
On Penglai Island, one of the 72 islands, the first treasure ship was launched for trial voyage. Shen Jie, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect who has opened up the second line of Ren and Du, personally inspected the treasure ship.

Shaosheng three years
More than 72 ships of various types have been built on [-] Island. In order to relieve the pressure on the northern line of the Song Dynasty, the Xiaoyao Sect and the Beggars took the lead and led many martial arts people to board the ship and go northward. Landed in Kaizhou and other places, attacked and killed important officials at all levels of the Liao Kingdom.

In this battle, Shen Jie, who was already a top player, beheaded the top three people in the Liao Kingdom.

Yuanfu three years
Wu Xingyun's energy and blood declined, and he died in Changchun Hall of Vulture Palace at the age of 103.Half a year later, Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui passed away one after another.

another few years

Shen Jie, who is already 28 years old, has extremely strong zhenqi, his bones have been refined, and even more than 300 acupoints have been opened, but he still doesn't have the slightest feeling of being able to ascend.

"Little Huang, why do you think I can't ascend like Master?"

"Cuckoo?"

"You mean, because Ah Zi was lazy?"

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