Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 77
"That's right, the ancestors of each faction have their last writings before their death!"

"really?!"

"really!"

"really?"

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Ning Qingyu didn't continue to talk to this guy, and directly led the way to the deep tunnel.

"This is? Another layer?"

The corridor on the innermost floor has also been repaired, and a stone gate was built.

After Ning Qingyu brought everyone here, they discovered that there was a plaque on the stone gate.

【Martyrs' Shrine】

Come to think of it, this is where the remains of the ancestors are located!

Everyone looked solemn.

After entering, Huang Lin found that the inside had changed drastically.

Originally, apart from the handwriting on the mountain wall, it was an empty cave, and then more than a dozen skeletons were placed.

But now, under the illumination of the lights all over the wall, Huang Lin saw a row of wooden houses built against the mountain wall.

Obviously, all the martial arts on the stone wall are covered in the wooden house.

The three rows of large characters near the door are quite conspicuous and have been spotted by everyone.

Regardless of impoliteness, Zuo Mu, the head of the Songshan School, saw the inscription on the stone wall, and hurriedly stepped forward and whispered:
"The martial art engraved in this cave is the unique knowledge of my Five Sacred Sword Sect. If the disciples of the younger generation are lucky enough to see it, they must send it back to each sect!"

"If it's not from the Five Sacred Mountains, please return it, and the Five Sacred Mountains will thank you!"

"If the sea is mulberry fields, things are right and people are wrong, then you can dispose of it as you like."

Everyone was shocked!

One after another, they bowed down and worshiped their ancestors!
After the ceremony, Ning Qingyu said slowly:

"Everyone, Huashan has separated and sealed off all schools of martial arts, and the remains of the ancestors of each school have been properly placed. Come along with me."

Everyone followed Ning Qingyu all the way to the depths, passing by wooden houses, which were marked on the wooden houses.

Huashan. Huashan swordsmanship
Huashan. Lady Swordsmanship
Huashan. Thirteen Styles of Breeze

Mount Heng. Thirteen swords of ever-changing clouds and mists

Mount Heng.Spirit Sword and Magic Flower
Mount Tai. Five Doctors Sword
Mount Tai. Seven Stars Falling into the Sky

There are quite a lot of martial arts in each sect, except for the Huashan sect, there are more than four or five martial arts in the other four mountains, and as few as two or three.
Along the way, everyone looked sideways, wishing to open the door and enter.

But the remains of the ancestors were right in front of him, and there were other people around him, so they had no choice but to suppress their desires and follow Ning Qingyu forward.

Gradually, everyone smelled a sandalwood fragrance, and the smell became stronger the further they went in.

After passing the last wooden house, the view is slightly wider.

Only then did everyone see the scene behind.

Looking at the past, it is full of mourning halls!
Sticking to the mountain wall and stretching inward, a row of mourning halls are filled with incense candles, and the coffins look quite new, even the paint is not dry yet.

"The place where Jiang Qingchao of the Songshan School was buried, was killed by Huashan Wang Yunpeng."

Under the bright lights, everyone saw the words engraved on the stone wall at the nearest mourning hall.

After that, it was "the place where Xuan Kunzi of Taishan School was buried, killed by Huashan Wang Yunpeng."

They looked sideways at Ning Qingyu.

Yu Yongzi of the Taishan School was about to speak, but Yu Xuanzi stopped him with his eyes.

Since the Huashan faction brought them here without destroying the inscriptions on the mountain wall, there must be a reason for it.

Yu Yongzi retreated.

But Zuo Mu, the head of Songshan Mountain, didn't hold back, and asked directly:
"Leader Ning, Zuo needs an explanation!"

He also knew that there must be some reason for this, but with so many people watching, he had to show his attitude. The Songshan faction had a small business, otherwise it would have no status among the Five Sacred Mountains.

Ning Qingyu didn't reply, but went up to burn a stick of incense, bowed to pay respects, and then said softly:

"Let's worship the ancestors first, the answer lies in the deepest part!"

Everyone didn't bother with it anymore.

Worshiping all the way, when they arrived at Zhang Helin of the Hengshan School, they saw that they died from cutting off their meridians, and the expressions on their faces were slightly better.

But Qiao Hongfei of the Hengshan School showed shock in his eyes.

I don't know what I thought of.

Going to the deepest part, the mourning hall here is the most solemn and solemn, and its size is also larger.

The remains of Wang Yunpeng have been sorted out and placed in the sarcophagus.

Yes, in the whole cave, only his sarcophagus is carved finely.

Behind the sarcophagus is a stone tripod filled with incense sticks of different thicknesses.

After that, there is an incense table placed against the wall, with a thick candle on each side of it, and a spiritual tablet in the middle.

[Huashan Wanggong taboos the spirit of Yunpeng]

On the mountain wall, there are strips of white cloth hanging from above.

Seeing this, everyone frowned again.

Ning Qingyu didn't speak, but brought the Huashanmen to offer incense and worship.

Seeing this, the senior leaders of other factions had no choice but to pay homage to Wang Yunpeng first.

After everyone finished worshiping, Ruan Qingshou pulled down a rope somewhere.

The white cloth is separated from it, revealing Wang Yunpeng's last words on the stone wall.

"Daming Orthodox Four Years, Demon Cult"

The high-level leaders of each faction were immediately attracted by the words engraved on the stone wall.

There are more words on the wall here than other people. Thinking about it, the cause and effect are all here, right?
In an instant, the cave was extremely silent, only the faint knocking sound from the outer cave.

The expression of Qiao Hongfei, the elder of the Hengshan School, was surprised at first, but gradually became tense. When he saw "Senior brother Zhang Helin of the Hengshan School said that there is no way out, and there is no water and food. It is better to kill yourself."

His expression couldn't help becoming quite weird again, emotions such as happiness, bewilderment, fear, nervousness and so on were all hung on his face.

When I saw the list of people queuing up to die, there was nothing but grief in my heart.

"Crack~"

A backhand is a slap on the face.

The protruding voice caused everyone to look over with red eyes.

"Qiao Ke Ke Qiao is just slapping mosquitoes."

Qiao Hongfei spoke, but his throat was a little hoarse, and he had to cough before explaining in a low voice.

"Hey~ My senior from the Five Sacred Mountains went to die generously, especially Uncle Wang! Thousands of people admire it!"

After finishing speaking, Dong Qiancheng, head of Hengshan Mountain, knelt down and bowed to Wang Yunpeng's sarcophagus.

Afterwards, all the high-level officials knelt down and worshiped.

Ning Qingyu returned the gifts one by one.

The Wuyue Sword Sect each brought in a junior, and Huang Lin represented Huashan's junior.

After bowing down to Wang Yunpeng, the other four young juniors apologized to Huang Lin one after another:

"Junior Brother Bulin, it was Tianmen who misunderstood earlier, so that he felt resentment towards Junior Brother. Tianmen hereby apologizes, and please forgive me, Junior Brother Bulin!"

"It was a big mistake."

"Left."

"I misunderstood Junior Brother Lin, Ding Xian."

Huang Lin hurriedly returned the gift, thinking in his heart that if he was to be replaced by Yue Buqun, all the heads of the Xiaoaoli Wuyue Sword Sect would be alive.

After everyone's emotions stabilized, Ning Qingyu led them out of the mourning hall.

Tan Qingfang brought a big wooden box from nowhere.

After opening, there are books of secret books of various sects inside.

Ning Qingyu said that each sect can go to compare with the stone wall of their own sect, or send someone to copy it again.

As for the own martial arts engraved on the stone wall, you can destroy it if you want to afterwards, everything is up to you!
As for the martial arts to which the Huashan faction belongs, most of the pages will be covered up for inspection by other factions to show selflessness!

The heads of the four sects thought about it for a while, and then saluted Ning Qingyu to thank them.

The martial arts on the stone wall were completely preserved in the end.

After returning to Qijian Chongxiao Hall, Master Tianyi was invited over, followed by Chongxu.

This kind of event is obviously very suitable for the next generation to take part in, and each faction only brings such a junior.

Of course, like them, Huang Lin didn't have a chair to sit on, so he could only stand.

After seeing that everyone was seated, Ning Qingyu spoke slowly:
"Presumably all of you here know that this time, I, Huashan, invite my colleagues because of the matter of snowflake salt. The profit is quite large, and Huashan is willing to share it with all of you!"

After clicking on the theme of this alliance, he turned his head and said to Huang Lin who was standing beside him:
"Bulin, let's talk about the details with the seniors."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Huang Lin clasped his fists in reply, then saluted all the seniors in the hall, and then said:
"Last year, the younger generation improved the purification technology of refined salt, and then found a salt field outside Daming. At present, the salt field has been built, and the production of snowflake salt is still small, but it will increase day by day."

"This junior has contacted Wudang and Hengshan during his travels last year. Later, he realized that the matter was too big and it was inappropriate for this junior to take the lead. So I asked the head of Huashan to invite everyone to come here this time."

"The main purpose is to negotiate the price of the goods, distribute the share of snowflake salt among the various factions, and divide the sales area, so as to avoid causing unhappiness in the future."

"As for the transportation of snowflake salt, Xi'an Changfeng Escort and Fuzhou's Fuwei Escort are in charge, but each faction has the responsibility to ensure its safety as it passes through the territory of each faction."

"This is the current arrangement! If there are specific adjustments that need to be made, seniors can discuss with each other before making a decision."

Huang Lin finished the details, bowed again, and then stepped back to stand beside Ning Qingyu.

For a long time, no one spoke in the hall.

"cough~"

After Ning Qingyu coughed lightly, he said:
"Let's make a suggestion. Let's talk about the price first. It is not easy to build this saltworks in Huashan, and the initial investment is expensive."

"Currently on the market, the price of a catty of coarse salt is around 5 Wen, and the price of refined salt is."

After he announced the prices of Snowflake Salt, there was a lot of discussion in the hall.

Huang Lin and Ning Qingyu had carefully studied these costs and prices, and the participation of the Qian family in Shaoxing Prefecture was indispensable.

Huang Lin didn't take part in the latter's fight for territory, but just stood beside Ning Qingyu and watched.

It took three days in a row before the heads of the various factions discussed the details.

All of them looked a little pale.

Obviously it took a lot of effort.

So far, Huang Lin's mission has been completed.

Stayed at Luoyan Peak for two days, and after spending time with Master and Mistress, he packed his bags and went to Siguo Cliff consciously.

Siguoya is not quiet now, it is almost a construction site.

There are many people entering and leaving, and Huang Lin is also responsible for supervision and management here.

Every day, someone brought him meals.

Mostly Fang Cheng brought Xiao Hei over, and occasionally it was Little Fatty and the others.

On weekdays, Huang Lin practiced his sword on the suspended platform on Siguo Cliff.

Occasionally, when the brothers in the cave are bored, they will also ask him to discuss.

But most of Huang Lin couldn't enjoy himself, and instead wanted to point out the other party.

If he is very bored, he will go down to find Feng Qingyang to practice.

Feng Qingyang is really a genius, he is less than 35 years old, and he has already passed the second vein of Ren Du!

Huang Lin felt that what he practiced was unlikely to be "Huashan Heart Method", nor was it like "Hunyuan Gong".

Both of these mental methods are not good at accumulating, and it is impossible for the internal strength to grow so fast.

Unless you have eaten some genius treasures!
As everyone knows, Feng Qingyang thinks that he is a monster!

Day by day, month after month.

In a blink of an eye, it was the winter month of the 13th year of Chenghua.

Thinking that the construction in the Yashan Cave had already been completed, Huang Lin rarely went down the mountain.

In addition to sitting down and practicing kung fu every day, he practiced sword and read books.

I will also chat with the two uncles of the Qing Dynasty who are stationed in the cave, but most of them have nothing to talk about.

Today is no different from usual.

Huang Lin also practiced his sword on the suspended platform as usual.

Ning Bumu is here.

Huang Lin felt a little strange seeing him going up the mountain.

Nothing happened recently?
"Junior Brother Huang, the head is welcome!"

"Senior Brother Ning, do you know what's going on?"

Huang Lin asked a question.

"Someone is coming from the palace!"

"In the palace? Which palace?"

"It's the one you thought of, the imperial palace! It's a eunuch who came to see you alone!"

(End of this chapter)