Martial Arts Collection Pavilion

Chapter 80

Lin Daoru's sixth disciple is named Mo Xun. He is the oldest among the many disciples. He is not high in martial arts, loyal, and not surprising in his aptitude and understanding, but Lin Daoru accepts him as his personal disciple.

After Mo Xun formally worshiped Lin Daoru as his teacher, he has been making contributions to the sect tremblingly. He respects the elders of the sect and loves the disciples of the sect. The Haoran sect, today's Confucianism has recruited many disciples.

Lin Daoru was afraid that he would suffer too much, so after teaching him the Marrow Washing Sutra, he also taught him the Yi Jin Jing. It also has the ability to refine the true energy in the body into the essence of flesh and blood.

He is a fellow practitioner of the Sutra of Washing the Marrow and the Sutra of Changing Tendons. Although he does not practice for a long time every day, his martial arts progress is very rapid. In just one or two years, he has the strength of the peak of the seventh rank.

You know, with his talent, even if he practiced hard for a lifetime, it would be difficult for him to break through to rank seven without accident.

When he was bloody and bloody and was carried back to Lin Daoru by the disciple who found him at the foot of the mountain, Lin Daoru immediately ignored other things and frantically poured true energy into his body while checking his injuries continuously.

Fortunately, his body is very strong, and he has been practicing the Marrow Cleansing Sutra every day and has reached the third level, so he is very lucky to persist until now.

With the broken meridians all over his body, he gradually began to recover under the powerful and strange ability of the Marrow Washing Sutra. Once Lin Daoru's righteousness flowed into his body, it became a very effective catalyst.

After a long time, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood from his sideways, and then heaved a few times with some panting, Lin Daoru hurriedly picked him up from the ground.

He glanced weakly at Lin Daoru who looked tired, with a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

Seeing that he had recovered a bit, Lin Daoru asked, "Mo Xun, who hurt you like this?"

There was a trace of hesitation in Mo Xun's eyes, and he finally shook his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "I didn't see it clearly, but when I met that person, the person who fought with me called the leader the young master."

Lin Daoru frowned slightly, then looked at him seriously and asked: "Do you know the origin of the other party, don't hide anything, this revenge, the teacher must avenge you."

While speaking, Liu Wuyan's shadow suddenly appeared in his mind, and he was suddenly struck by lightning, but the hatred in his eyes became more and more intense, almost, just a little bit, that person let him Lost a disciple.

Mo Xun was a little hesitant, but finally nodded and said: "That man is a member of the God Demon Cult in Zhongzhou, disciple, disciple, disciple, I have seen him in Zhongzhou a few years ago."

Lin Daoru was taken aback when he heard this, then he gritted his teeth suddenly and said sternly, "Zhongzhou? The Sect of Gods and Demons, and the Sect of Gods and Demons again."

He didn't understand why the young master of God Demon Cult came to Youzhou, but this did not prevent him from avenging his disciples.He already had hatred for killing his father with the God and Demon Cult, and now he has hatred for hurting disciples. If he is not strong enough, he can bear it. Now his cultivation base has the strength to challenge the God and Demon Cult Master. The young master of the teaching dared to kill his disciple under his nose, how could he bear it any longer?

He murmured: "Okay, okay, very good, come here."

With a shout from his mouth, the second brother of the Wang family who had been serving him on weekdays had already stepped forward to listen to the order.

Lin Daoru pondered for a few seconds, but in the end he overcame his anger, so he ordered: "Quickly find your senior brother and second senior brother, and tell them to do something as a teacher."

As soon as his voice fell, Wang Jing on the other side looked at his brother with some embarrassment. Wang Dong looked at him, but finally lowered his head and said to Lin Daoru: "Master, two senior brothers, two senior brothers have already Went down the mountain."

Lin Daoru was taken aback for a moment, and secretly said, "Oops, these two people have the cultivation base of the peak of the eighth rank. After comprehending the artistic conception, they also have the strength to rival the ninth rank, but the exact number of opponents with the ninth rank is unknown. He was going to lead the two disciples down the mountain together, and then let them challenge the young master of the God Demon Sect. The matter between the disciples was decided by the disciple, but he didn't want these two to be so reckless.

He walked back and forth in the hall for two steps, and then ordered the two brothers to send Mo Xun, who was adjusting his breath, back to the room.

When he just walked out of the hall and was about to go down the mountain, he was stopped by the oncoming Lin Daozang, "Senior brother, something is wrong, I don't know where there is news that there is an ancient treasure in Broken Heart Pass, and they came from Zhongzhou A large number of disciples from various factions are vying for the control of Broken Heart Pass."

Lin Daoru was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at Lin Daozang, and immediately asked with a hint of surprise: "Junior brother, you? Congratulations, junior brother. I'll go to Broken Heart Pass first. After you inform your senior brothers and sisters, come together. "

After seeing Lin Daozang nodding his head, Lin Daoru's figure turned into a stream of light and quickly disappeared in place, like a shooting star piercing the sky. Lin Daoru's entire figure was wrapped in the sword light, looking at Broken Heart Pass flew away.

"Duanchang Pass, Duanchang Pass, the flames of war are endlessly worrying and heartbroken, yes, a good name, a good name." A young man in white said, pretending to be elegant, waving a folding fan in his hand.

Now it's the weather in November and December, and autumn is about to end. It's a cool day, and I'm still shaking a fan, but that young master is the best target for lightning strikes.

"As expected of the young suzerain of the Wenhua Sect, a good poem, a good poem, this poem" the old man in a light red robe shook his head and flattered him.

After he said a lot of words, the young master asked: "Is this young master reciting poetry just now?"

The old man was embarrassed immediately, but his face remained the same, and he continued to flatter and said, "Oh, it's the old man's difference. I really can't think that the young master has such talent, even if he said a word when he was worried about the people of the world. flavor, really"

Brother Young Master nodded in satisfaction, with a smug look, but pretended to be ashamed and said: "Hey, Wen is thinking about the suffering of the people in Youzhou, but I don't know how many people in Youzhou are in this blood-stained heartbroken gate." Heroic spirit. I only hate that I, Wen, was born 1000 years later, otherwise I would definitely stop it."

"Since this young master wants to ward off thieves, why don't you just stay here and close the Broken Heart Pass. Presumably in a few days, the army on the grassland will go south, and then." She stuck out her tongue at him from behind and said.

The young master was deflated immediately, and was about to answer, but the old man had a look of anger on his face, and said: "How dare you insult the Young Sect Master, old man, I won't teach you a lesson for your master."

After saying that, he strode forward and stretched out his hand to capture the young man.

One of the youths in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared in front of him and stopped him.

"Boy, get out of the way if you don't want to get hurt." The old man said angrily when he saw someone blocking him.

"I'm just afraid that senior will get hurt. Since senior insists, please do so." The man in Tsing Yi stepped aside, and the old man felt that he was afraid, so he passed him proudly, looking at him with such a trace of smugness in his eyes. Contemptuous, but he didn't want the man in Tsing Yi to look at him with pity.

(End of this chapter)