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Chapter 127 I feel like I really am the Patriarch of Emei

The two came out of the cave and found that it was already bright.

I saw yellow sand all over the ground covered with layers of ice and snow. The sun shone on it and reflected back, making it very dazzling.

"Master Lin, you said you want to find the Emei Sect, how should you go?"

Xiao Zhao squinted his eyes for a while, adjusted to the light, and asked.

"Just take a look along the way. Since the Mingjiao is fighting with the six sects, there must be fireworks along the way."

Lin Xuan said calmly: "If you see it, go over there and ask someone."

"Is this... so casual?"

Xiao Zhao was stunned for a moment: "What if we wander around for a day or two and still don't meet him?"

"Oh!"

At this moment, a golden firework suddenly rose into the sky from the northwest, vaguely showing the shape of a long sword.

Jingxuan's martial arts skills are very strong, and his reputation and status can compete with the leaders of Huashan, Kongtong and other sects. He was originally the master of the Emei sect second only to Miejie Shitai.

"Ah? It all depends on the master's instructions."

"We finally met, why are you pouting?"

Lin Xuan glanced at Xiao Zhao: "It's inconvenient for you to run in shackles. Do you want me to take you for a ride?"

But seeing Lin Xuan's figure flashing by just now, Jingxuan was also horrified.

Lin Xuan took a step forward and appeared in front of Huang Rong, smiling.

"Too fast...ahem!"

Xiao Zhao sweated and said in deep thought: "The Ming Cult's warning fireworks are not like this. They are mostly arranged by the six sects in advance."

The road ahead is uncertain, and the morale of the disciples is not very high.

Jingxuan reacted and was overjoyed. He quickly stretched out his hand to salute Lin Xuan and retreated.

"Sir, our Emei... oh, disciple understands."

"Let's go and take a look."

At this moment, Xiao Zhao felt something solid under his feet and had reached the ground.

(Emei is also a big sect after all, and has specially recruited some male disciples to be responsible for field work. Their status is low and they cannot hold high-level positions such as sect leader.)

Now, everyone's eyes are focused on the two of them, with different and complicated expressions.

She opened her eyes in confusion and found that the scenery around her had become completely different.

Are the young people in today’s world already so outrageous?

"All right."

"It's a friend, no! It's one of our Emei people."

Huang Rong glanced at Xiao Zhao's bracelet and anklet, and sneered at the corner of her mouth: "Young Master Lin is quite playful."

Lin Xuan was a little puzzled, so he grabbed Xiao Zhao's handcuff chain and jumped forward.

There was a soft hum, and a beautiful and graceful girl walked over from the crowd: "Jingxuan, go and do your work."

Her dharma name is "Jingxuan", she is the eldest disciple of Master Miejie, and the de facto commander-in-chief of the Emei Sect in the siege of Guangmingding.

Since this unfathomable young master is "one of our own", he is naturally much better than his opponent.

The wind roared in my ears and the wind rolled so fast that it was difficult to see.

Xiao Zhao's cheeks turned slightly red and he nodded nervously.

"This is not an encounter..."

Xiao Zhao was stunned for a moment and found that he had followed Lin Xuan up from the ground, flying through the air like an arrow.

"Well, looking at the attire, it seems... that I belong to your Emei sect..."

Beside the sand dunes, there were more than a hundred nuns and lay male and female disciples wearing cloth robes and holding swords.

More than ten feet away, there is a huge sand dune.

I'm afraid the entire Emei Sect won't be able to keep this person alive...

As soon as Xiao Zhao opened her mouth, a cold current poured directly into her mouth, causing her to cough violently several times.

The disciples of the Emei Sect were silent for a moment, then a tall nun in her forties or fifties came out and asked cautiously.

"May I ask who you are? Are you my enemy or friend in Emei?"

This light skill alone is not inferior to that of the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao.

The Emei Sect had encountered several Mingjiao elites such as the Five Elements Banner of the Mingjiao before, and more or less suffered some small losses.

Xiao Zhao had never been watched by so many people, and he felt a little shy. He subconsciously hid behind Lin Xuan, grabbed his sleeve and whispered.

"Huh? Ah!"

"Is the situation already so chaotic now..."

"What's there to be ashamed of?"

"You pout when you're angry."

Xiao Zhao: "???"

"What a mess..."

Lin Xuan was speechless: "These shackles are made of black iron. I promised to help her remove them. I will lend you Emei's Yitian Sword for use."

"Xuantie?"

Huang Rong was stunned for a moment, then reached out and flicked Xiao Zhao's chain, making a dull knocking sound.

"Hehe, it's okay then."

Huang Rong stuck out her tongue and said loudly: "Mie Mie, lend me your sword."

"If it's really Xuan Tie, it might hurt this sword..."

With a flash of gray shadow, Master Miejie swept across a distance of more than ten feet and came to Lin Xuan and the others.

She looked down at Xiao Zhao's shackles and frowned slightly.

"If you're hurt, just be hurt. It's just a sword. There's nothing to feel bad about."

"That's what the leader said."

Master Miejie nodded and handed the long sword from behind to Lin Xuan: "Master Lin, please."

"It seems like the big boss has mentioned me a lot these days."

Lin Xuan smiled at Master Miejie and took the sword.

The long sword is heavy in the hand, and the scabbard has two words inlaid with gold wire: "Yitian".

"Yeah, so you just made me very embarrassed."

The corners of Huang Rong's lips curled up slightly: "But it's excusable to help a friend, so let's do it."

"Ah."

Lin Xuan drew his sword and slashed in the air, breaking the black iron shackles on Xiao Zhao's right hand. The next moment, Yitian Sword also made a dull cracking sound and broke into two pieces.

"Hey." Master Miejie sighed softly, seeming a little regretful.

"...What's going on with this sword?"

Lin Xuan was stunned and reached out to pick up the broken sword.

The broken sword was heavy, but the inside was obviously made of solid material and was not the hollow sword body in the legend.

"The Yitian Sword that can break is obviously fake."

Huang Rong chuckled: "The real sword is probably still in Ruyang Prince's Mansion, waiting for us to grab it, are you surprised?"

"Back then, my senior brother Gu Hongzi held the Yitian Sword to challenge the Ming Cult's left envoy Yang Xiao, but in the end Yang Xiao... was superior in skill and Gu Hongzi was defeated and died."

"Afterwards, the Yitian Sword fell into the hands of the imperial court and was kept by Chahan Temul, King of Ruyang."

Master Miejie sighed: "After I learned about the whereabouts of this sword, I went in and out of Ruyang Prince's Mansion three times, but in the end I only got back this fake. I really feel ashamed of my ancestor."

"I took a look and found that the material of this sword is quite good, otherwise I wouldn't have admitted my mistake."

"It was someone who secretly poked his hands and feet, and the hilt of the sword was scratched by the divine weapon. Once it is cut with the divine object, it will break on its own."

Huang Rongqiong's nose wrinkled slightly: "Maybe, this sword was injured by the real Yitian Sword."

"I see……"

Lin Xuan nodded: "Then go back to Prince Ruyang's Mansion and seize the real Yitian Sword."

As he spoke, Lin Xuan picked up the broken sword with three fingers, and the wedding dress's true energy circulated.

The sword light flashed a few times, and Xiao Zhao's handcuffs and legshackles were all chopped into pieces.

This thing is quite sharp, but it's just not easy to use against enemies.

If you are an extreme swordsman like A Fei who only knows "stab, stab, stab", you can still use it.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sister in charge, and thank you, master!"

Xiao Zhao freed his hands and feet, jumped a few times, smiled broadly, and quickly thanked him.

"..."

Master Miejie took a deep breath and stared blankly at the black iron shackles that were shattered on the ground, his eyes full of confusion.

According to what Huang Rong told her before, Mr. Lin in front of her could be considered a master, maybe a little more powerful than her.

Originally, Master Miejie was still a little dissatisfied.

She felt that for a young man of this age to be able to practice to the level of Zhou Zhiruo, he was considered extremely outstanding.

But now I see Lin Xuan swaying freely, cutting black iron like rotten wood...

Seeing Master Jiejie break into a cold sweat.

Just by cultivating the inner strength of other people's hands, I can't even match it!

really! The Patriarch's favorite person cannot be judged by ordinary methods!

"Okay, Mie Mie, this little sister is here as a guest. Our Emei sect can treat her to a meal."

Huang Rong smiled half-heartedly: "Master Lin and I have some things to discuss. You don't want to eavesdrop, do you?"

"The disciple dare not..."

Master Miejie couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, so she quickly bowed and stepped away.

"what?"

Xiao Zhao hesitated and looked at Lin Xuan.

Seeing Lin Xuan nodding, Xiao Zhao also felt a little hungry, so he followed Master Jue into the crowd.

Xiao Zhao looked cute and cheerful, so the female heroes of the Emei sect took out dry food, piled sand into a stove, and made some pasta for Xiao Zhao.

"Then I quite listen to your words..."

Lin Xuan followed Huang Rong a few steps away and laughed softly: "I have met the master."

"Don't say sarcastic words..."

Huang Rong glanced at Lin Xuan: "What's happening in this world seems a bit strange."

"Elaborate."

"Maybe..."

Huang Rong looked confused: "Maybe, I really am the Emei Patriarch of this world."

"Is it you, or does it look like you?"

"I'm not sure..., but I feel like it's another 'me'."

"...What is the name of the Emei Patriarch in this world?"

"This is also a problem. According to the old nun Miejie, their ancestor did not leave a name."

"Ok?"

"More than a hundred years ago, the Patriarch of Emei appeared on Shaoshi Mountain and took Zhang Sanfeng, the future Wudang master, away from Shaolin."

"This is also the first time she has appeared in the world."

"More than twenty years later, the Emei Patriarch suddenly appeared on the Golden Summit of Emei, creating the Emei lineage."

"According to the old nun Mie Mie, their ancestor has never left the Golden Summit of Emei. She has always lived in seclusion. Even when she was passing on the martial arts, only a few close disciples had seen her."

"I have seen her handwritten portrait. She is roughly a few years older than me, and her appearance is almost the same as mine. And the painting technique is the same as what I painted by myself."

Huang Rong curled her lips: "But fortunately, the only living people who have seen Emei Patriarch are the old nun Mie Mie and Wudang Zhang Sanfeng."

"What happened to Patriarch Emei in the end?"

"Old nun Mie Mie said that about forty years ago, Patriarch Emei summoned several disciples and said that he had taught them everything he could and had done what they needed to do. It was time to leave."

"At that time, they burst into tears, and Patriarch Emei said again that the fate is not over yet, and we will still see each other in the future. But we are not allowed to tell others what happened today."

Huang Rong let out a sullen breath: "According to the extinct legend, just after the Patriarch finished speaking, purple energy came from the east on the Golden Summit of Emei, welcoming the Patriarch of Emei to ascend in the daytime."

"...This scene is quite big."

Lin Xuan was stunned, a little speechless.

Although it involves the ancestors of various sects, they often like to make up some legends and stories.

Scenes that are ten times exaggerated are also common.

But since this is Master Miejie’s personal experience...

There should still be some truth to that.

"That's too big. If that's the case, even if it's not as good as Lu Zu and Bodhidharma, he can still be considered a semi-immortal..."

Huang Rong was in a bad mood and frowned: "Do you think this is a trap dug by the reincarnation space for us, or will I really be that powerful in the future?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)