Martial Arts Collection Pavilion

Chapter 78

When more and more disciples who traveled abroad arrived, Lin Daoru finally saw Lin Daoxuan whom he hadn't seen for a long time. At this time, he still looked like a child, but his strength was astonishingly terrifying. You can break through to the ninth rank at any time.

Lin Daoru was secretly surprised by the huge potential. Seeing himself as a junior with a childish but mature expression, a smile finally appeared on Lin Daoru's face.

Regardless of the fact that he is also a master, he raised his hand and scratched his nose, making Lin Daoxuan, who was pretending to be mature, blushed suddenly, and cast an angry glance at his senior brother.

Lin Daoru smiled, not surprised at all, and then announced his plan to everyone.

As early as the initial stage of their lives, Lin Daoru planted the seeds in their minds that the head is omnipotent and that the decisions made by the head are right, even if Liu Wuyan's death is more or less He has a responsibility that cannot be ignored, but it still cannot affect his position in the hearts of this group of people.

"Since the suzerain has made a decision, let's order it. I will immediately find and spend some money to hire some craftsmen to build the sect buildings. This time, the Haoran sect must be built big. Hehe, the Zhengqi mountain before was too small. Some, um, must be built bigger." Wang Youqian is very rich, and as his status improves, people become more and more active.

Over the years, Wang Youqian's father, with the support of Haoranzong, has grown in business, and he has the illusion of being the largest businessman in Qingyang.

Lin Daoru smiled slightly, not saying yes or no, he took all his disciples to walk around Broken Heart Pass, finally came to the top of the city, looked down, and said: "I fought a bloody battle here a few days ago , and at the same time killed the king of the grassland, the Eagle God, and the new Eagle God will be the successor, and he will definitely regard our Haoran Sect as the enemy."

He glanced at the calm disciples again, finally sighed, and said: "If the Haoran Sect establishes a sect in Broken Heart Pass, it is natural that the master's cultivation level is sufficient, but more needs the help of the disciples. I have seen many sects, and their disciples are at least millions of people. Among them, there are hundreds of deacons and elders of the eighth and ninth ranks, and even more inner disciples of the seventh rank. There are more. These are the achievements that have been accumulated for thousands of years."

"It has only been a short ten years since my father founded the Haoran Sect, and when it came into my hands, there were only a dozen big cats and puppies. Now my Haoran Sect has risen strongly, and within a few years It has become a famous sect in Qingzhou, but, after all, its foundation is shallow. If you rashly establish a sect here, it will certainly inspire people's hearts and benefit the growth of my Haoran sect, but..."

He pondered for a while, and following his own words, he thought of more things. Although Haoranzong established a religion here, it has a great reputation, but at the same time, it puts itself in a dangerous place.

This time the invasion of tens of thousands of people on the grassland was not the legendary southward invasion. Bearing the brunt, the losses of the disciples under the sect may be inevitable.

He bowed his head and pondered for a long time, but in the end he remained silent, as if he had guessed his thoughts, Murong Xuelian stepped forward and pulled his sleeve, waking him up from his contemplation: "Senior brother said earlier that the chivalrous The big ones are for the country and the people, although junior sister doesn’t know what a country is, but she does know what a people is.”

Seeing Lin Daoru looking at her, he couldn't help but blush.But he went on to say: "My Haoran sect has established a teaching here to resist the grassland people outside the door of the people. If the disciples are injured, they should die for the people. A true chivalrous man should die in a proper place and return home in peace."

Li Qingshan, who was at the end of his chivalrous thinking, nodded his head immediately, and said in agreement: "What my uncle said is true, a chivalrous man should be happy to die for benevolence and righteousness."

Lin Daoru glanced at him in admiration. Among the many disciples, the eldest disciple Dugu Ming devoted himself to martial arts, and what he pursued was the ultimate in martial arts. Most of his feelings came from his kindness to him, even in the arena. Among them, the chivalry and righteousness are all because of my own orders.

But the second disciple, Li Qingshan, is different, he is a born chivalrous man, all his chivalrous actions come from his heart, among many disciples, he is the only one who has known him the most during his travels.

In the end he nodded, and ordered Murong Xue to bring all the disciples to start building the sect's resident here, but he went back to Zhengqi Mountain alone.

After all, the Martial Arts Field needs to be taken back, and the only person who can take back the Martial Arts Field is himself.

After more than three months, with the wholehearted efforts of the disciples of the Haoran Sect, and with the help of the officers and men of Duanchang Pass and the people nearby, the canteen, the martial arts arena, the main hall of the sect and other buildings of the disciples of the Haoran Sect were built one by one.

When Lin Daoru arrived from Zhengqi Mountain with tens of thousands of low-level disciples, the new sect's residence had already started to build the city wall.

However, Lin Daoru stopped them and ordered them to take the materials for the construction of the wall to build more facilities such as wing rooms and martial arts fields. Disciples should unite as one to defend against foreign enemies, but they don’t need to rely on the advantages of the city.”

After Lin Daoru finished speaking, he came to the gate of the residence, and then faced the plaque that should have been hung with a religious sect signboard, but it was empty at this time, without a single word on it, and said: "What people need is called Confucianism. Zong is called Confucianism."

So he waved his hand, and the Tibetan monarch was out of the sheath. He held the sword in his right hand, and a neutral and peaceful character "Confucianism" jumped on the wooden plaque, and then a vast and bright character "Jiao", which contained good fortune, took shape.

When the two words were completed, a great feeling of joy grew from the bottom of my heart instantly, and a mechanized voice sounded in my mind, "Congratulations to the host for establishing a religion, officially mastering a school of luck, and the fifth floor of the Sutra Pavilion is opened."

Amidst the shouts of his disciples, his mind instantly sank into the Sutra-Depository Pavilion. On the fifth floor of the Sutra-Depository Pavilion, where there was a vast expanse of whiteness, clusters of purple-gold clouds circulated in it. The small five-clawed golden dragon writhed in the clouds.

There is no ground under his feet, and no sky above his head, as if there is only a golden dragon in this world. Lin Daoru tried to contact it, but he couldn't get in touch with him at all.

When he asked about the system, the other party simply told him that he had insufficient authority.

(It’s often not easy for newcomers. People are more likely to curse after watching it unhappy than to praise it after watching it satisfactorily. I will keep writing, even if no one appreciates and applauds, I will definitely finish writing.)
(End of this chapter)