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Chapter 109 See the Sect Master
Blood flowed down, and the spiritual vein was cut off.

Although the pain went deep into the bone marrow, Ning Luo's body could at least barely hold on.

Because he is not only a Qi refiner, but also an individual cultivator.

The spirit sword that had been with him for more than a month was abandoned under the lying mountain peak.

Ning Luo dragged his seriously injured body, and climbed up the stairs step by step, to Mount Shu.

The mountain gate was in a bleak state.

Today's Shu Mountain has long since lost the distinction between the main peak and the auxiliary peaks, and those floating peaks are all criss-crossed together.

In the past, the palaces and pavilions stood tall and the interior of the mountain gate, but all of them were reduced to ruins and collapsed to the ground.

Near the temporary thatched hut, the few disciples looked haggard, numbly carrying spirit wood and digging through rocks.

Two years ago they threatened to rebuild Shushan, thinking they could revive the sect.

In the end, the so-called reconstruction was nothing more than building a few leaky houses.

Shushan could not come back.

Xu Songyuan died of illness, Uncle Jianyin died, all the senior teachers were killed in Chong'an City, and even the core of the Yuan Magnetic Array was taken away!
Such a Shu Mountain has long lost its soul.

So much so that even an uninvited guest like Ning Luo broke into the mountain gate, no one noticed, and no one cared.

Ning Luo supported the stacked rocks with his hands, and said in a low voice, "Is this... still Mount Shu?"

Some disciples raised their heads slowly upon hearing the movement.

His eyes were empty, even if he saw a stranger appearing in front of him uninvited, he didn't react at all.

Ning Luo frowned, and asked again: "Is this still Mount Shu?"

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The disciple was silent for a long while, and finally said like a mosquito: "Yes, what's the matter with you?"

Ning Luo: "Find someone, Huang Shuisheng."

Student: "He left half a month ago."

gone?

This was a change that Ning Luo did not expect.

The world is not static, although Ning Luo has set the cause and effect in advance, but Huang Shuisheng will not stay in Shushan forever, waiting for him to use it.

After all, they are not NPCs who stand on their posts and send missions.

Ning Luo didn't pay much attention, and said instead: "Then I want to worship into the mountain gate."

The disciple stared at Ning Luo in a daze, then shook his head and said, "Please go back, Shushan has long stopped accepting disciples."

Ning Luo didn't pay attention, and just asked himself: "Who is the current master of Shushan?"

"There is no master."

"Where is the elder respecting the teacher?"

"It's all gone."

"Then who is the speaker now?"

"No, no."

The disciple lowered his head again.

He originally wanted to say that senior brother is the one who is in charge now, but senior senior brother has been depressed for a long time.

The elder brother originally planned to revive Shushan, but he couldn't even rebuild the mountain gate, let alone make Shushan vacate and regain its glory.

Two years have passed, and the elder brother who was originally raising his arms and shouting, is now becoming more and more silent.

So right now the dragons in Shushan have no leader, and all the disciples are doing work aimlessly, with no interest in life.

When Ning Luo heard this, instead of feeling regretful, he raised his head with a light smile.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked straight to the depths of the mountain gate.

Seeing this, the disciple's face darkened slightly, and his tone became a little hostile: "Please go back after you said that, Shushan no longer accepts disciples."

Ning Luo glanced at him indifferently, and said calmly: "I am worshiping Mount Shu, not you. Since you don't even have someone to talk about, how can you have the qualifications to chase away guests?"

The disciple was speechless for a moment.

Yes, they no longer have a teacher, and they were not the masters of Shushan from the beginning to the end.

He also has no right to interfere with the acceptance of apprentices, it has been the case in the past, it is the same now, and it will be the same in the future.

He watched the ragged boy walking steadily and firmly towards the ruins of the hall.

For some reason, I felt a little ashamed.

The ruins of the palace.

The unshaven middle-aged man was holding a flagon and sitting loosely on the stacked wooden beams and window lattices.

Don't ask about world affairs, just drink with a dull head.

What an alcoholic.

However, this face of Ning Luo was somewhat familiar.

That was the old master Shu Shan.

Ning Luo once saw him in the barren mountain leading the crowd to cast a sword array and besiege Zhou Huai.

Even in Wangshan Town, he was severely injured once with his sword, and almost killed him.

That being the case, it is an old friend.

It's a pity that decades have passed, and he has already reached the seventh realm. Although his body is still not old, his will has long since faded.

Ning Luo went straight to the point: "I want to visit Mount Shu, where is the inheritance of the sect?"

The elder brother's cheeks were flushed, he was slightly drunk, and he replied with a smile: "Inheritance? Haha, when Shushan fell to the ground, it was searched and taken away by the beasts of the rebellious party."

The rebellious party is probably referring to Da Zhou.

Ning Luo frowned.

The inheritance is gone, so what's the point of him coming to Shushan?

But Su Yao said that there is something he wants in Shushan. If it means inheritance, then go to Dazhou to get it. Why come to Shushan again?
So I'm afraid there are other buried secrets here.

Thinking in this way, Ning Luo said decisively: "It's okay, I still want to worship Shushan."

The elder brother glanced at Ning Luo in surprise, then chuckled teasingly, and shook his head to himself: "Heh, Shushan doesn't even have a teacher, who do you want to worship?"

Ning Luo didn't change his face: "Then worship the mountains, not people."

"Hahahahaha!" The elder brother shook the flagon and laughed even more happily, "Could it be that you want to be the master of Shushan?"

Ning Luo: "Why not?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The elder brother's thick eyebrows were squeezed together, half of the corner of his mouth was still raised, but the other half was drooping in surprise.

Joy and confusion were on display on his cheeks at the same time, even the swaying of the wine stopped there.

whoosh-

The robe made a piercing wind, and the elder brother flashed in front of Ning Luo in an instant.

His eyes were frozen, his face was as gloomy as water, and he stared at Ning Luo condescendingly.

Ran Ningluo not only showed no fear, but even looked at the elder brother with a little arrogance.

After all, this is also the defeat of the veteran.

Eldest brother tilted his head, he naturally saw Ning Luo's arrogance.

Because of this, he was even more puzzled.

At such a short distance, he was able to perceive the disorder of Ning Luo's inner breath and Ning Luo's fragmented inner spiritual circuit.

There are only two possibilities for this symptom.

Or be born with a superb spirit and practice hard.

Either the spirit veins will be cut off, and the physique will be exhausted.

Through the wisps of residual blood, the senior brother knew that the situation was probably the latter.

Such a dying cripple who threatened to become the head of Mount Shu, even has no respect for him in the seventh realm?

Eldest brother is interested instead.

He will not be angry because he has long since lost the ability to be angry.

He just "gudu" took a big gulp of dull wine, and Ning Luo's face was full of alcohol, and he said with a light smile: "If you like it, you can be it, anyway, no one here can take a fancy to this so-called master, but"

The big brother changed the subject, his tone became a bit depressed, and even tainted with a little dead air.

"However, the head of Shushan Mountain has to shoulder the responsibility of rebuilding the mountain gate, you boy."

Before the words fell, Ning Luo said calmly: "It's okay, I'll rebuild it."

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The elder brother's lips moved, and he stared at Ning Luo for a while.

In the end, he snorted out his nostrils, and said angrily, "Oh, it's up to you."

Ning Luo could hear the embarrassment in his tone.

Mostly because of his firm will, the elder brother felt a little ashamed.

Eldest brother asked himself, three years ago when Shushan fell, when he took over the ruins, he was not as decisive as Ning Luo.

Even he never said the nonsense of taking over the head.

After all, he has always been a big brother, and only a big brother.

From the demon sect's attack on the mountain to the fall of the fairy peak, it has always been like this, and it has never been easier.

So when Ning Luo threatened to become the head of Shushan, his emotions were stimulated for a long time.

I don't know if it's out of embarrassment, or if I really have such a glimmer of hope, or just because I give up on myself.
Big brother finally made a decision.

His breath was surging, and he shouted loudly: "All disciples of Mount Shu, gather in front of the old hall!"

The disciples stopped fishing and raised their heads in surprise.

Eldest brother actually called disciples?
It hasn't happened in nearly a year.

Is it to disband Shushan?
The disciples had doubts in their hearts, and soon they all gathered in front of the ruined wall of the palace, and then saw the elder brother and that weak and unfamiliar figure.

Ning Luo glanced at it.

Even counting the big brothers, there are a total of 96 disciples.

In the huge Shu Mountain, even a hundred people can't make up enough.

It's no wonder that everyone is desperate after being reduced to this point.

The disciples looked at Ning Luo in confusion.

Although Ning Luo still loathes this kind of impolite gaze, he no longer shows disgust.

The elder brother walked to Ning Luo's side, put his arms around Ning Luo's shoulders, and then poured tons and tons of wine jugs in front of all the disciples.

hiccup~
A loud hiccup made all the disciples look embarrassed.

But what embarrasses them even more is yet to come.

The senior brother grinned heartily, "Haha, I'm here to introduce a new friend to you today, uh, uh, what's your name?"

Ning Luo's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he said coldly, "Ning Luo."

The senior brother suddenly nodded: "Oh, okay, okay, let me introduce you to everyone! This, Fellow Daoist Ningluo, from now on! He will be our new head of Shushan!"

Disciples: "."

Brother, this is not a joke.

Anyone can see that this person is pale and looks sick.

Although he is not so angry, but he is so weak inside that any disciple can put him down.

If he can be the head of the sect, then Rhubarb can be the guardian!
"Brother, you are drunk."

"Am I drunk? You, come out for me! Come here, look into my eyes, and ask me if I'm drunk?"

"drunk, drunk"

"say!"

"No, not drunk!"

The disciples returned to the team, and everyone bowed their heads.

They don't know if senior brother is drunk or not, but they do know that senior brother doesn't seem to be joking.

Since he was not joking, no one could deny his wishes, no matter whether he was drunk or not.

Before the disciples could react, the senior brother said loudly: "Okay, let's welcome our new head of Shushan!"

There was no sound beside the ruins.

"Why are you all pretending to be dumb?" Eldest brother's face darkened, "The new head is here, and you all show me the aura of the morning exercise!"

As he said that, the elder brother raised the empty jug high, grinned and raised his arms and shouted: "Come on, shout with me, see the master!"

The disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, all seemed to be holding back their grievances.

However, the senior brother urged them one after another, and they were also weak and used to it, so they dared not disobey.

So a group of disciples looked at Ning Luo, with a look of reluctance and reluctance, and shouted dejectedly:

"See Sect Master!"

(End of this chapter)