Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 70 Not dead
Inside the wooden house, Wuyazi looked helplessly at Murong Xing, who had a look of rejection on his face.

"In that case, all of you can go!" Wuyazi said angrily, "Let me grow old alone here, and the Xiaoyao Sect's inheritance will end from now on!"

Since when has the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect been asking someone else to take the position?
When did his seventy years of hard work become unappreciated by others?

He doesn't understand!

Duan Yu looked at Wuyazi and said quickly, "Senior, you have misunderstood me! I am afraid that after you pass on your skills... I will not live long!"

"I am already very satisfied to be a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect and to be in the same sect as Sister Shenxian! The position of the Sect Leader... I just feel that I am reaching too high!"

"Senior, your great vengeance has been avenged. Why don't you let me take you to Dali and let me fulfill my filial duty as your disciple!"

When Wuyazi heard Duan Yu say this, his anger subsided a little.

Duan Yu didn't want his skills, not because he looked down on his seventy years of skills, but because he was really afraid that he would die.

"Hey! You are kind-hearted, but my life span has come to an end. This is my fate!" Wuyazi sighed and said, "Come here and kowtow nine times!"

Duan Yu kowtowed nine times to Wuyazi solemnly.

Wuyazi suddenly flew down and slapped Duan Yu.

Duan Yu was unable to dodge and felt a powerful internal force surge towards him. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Wuyazi say, "Why don't you use the Bei Ming Divine Art!"

As the Bei Ming Divine Art activated, Duan Yu felt the power from the same origin flow into his body through Wuyazi's palm.

He knew what Wuyazi was doing and couldn't help blushing.

Murong Xing just stood by, silently watching Wuyazi teach his skills and protecting the two of them.

A quarter of an hour later, Wuyazi lowered his hands and his face seemed to have aged by several dozen years.

"Senior..." Duan Yu hugged Wuyazi tightly.

"You...you still call me...senior?" Wuyazi said breathlessly.

"Master! Master!" Duan Yu couldn't help shedding tears.

"Here..." Wuyazi used his last bit of strength to hand a black jade ring to Duan Yu, and said with a weak breath: "From now on, you... are the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect!"

After saying this, he smiled slightly and fell silent.

He was very satisfied with his successor.

If a man is handsome, blessed, and kind, he will definitely not be like him!

Seven days passed by the time Duan Yu, Murong Xing and Su Xinghe dealt with Wuyazi's funeral and returned to Dali.

Duan Yu was still thinking about the Xiaoyao Sect in the Tianlong Temple. He said to Murong Xing, "Xing'er, if you want to defeat him, you need the old man's skills even more!"

Murong Xing looked at the red bricks and green tiles of Tianlong Temple and said, "Persimmon, do you know that your Beiming Divine Art can absorb the internal energy of others?"

"But I have seen a magic book that can not only absorb other people's skills, but also absorb their bones, flesh, tendons and souls, and eat them up completely!"

"It's called 'The Four Eclipses of the Heavenly Demon'!"

"Is there such a magic skill in the world?" Duan Yu was shocked and said, "It sounds terrible!"

"But such a magical skill is in his study!" Murong Xing whispered: "So you can imagine how terrifying he is!"

How scary could a person who casually placed "The Four Eclipses of Heaven and Earth" in his study be?
Duan Yu couldn't imagine it, he said: "Xing Ge'er, have you seen this? You want to practice this to defeat him?"

Murong Xing shook his head and said, "No! No way! He just threw this magic skill aside. If you practice this magic skill, you will definitely not be able to defeat him."

"Not only this magic book won't work, any of the magic books in his study won't work either!"

"It's impossible to defeat him if you practice the martial arts in his study!"

"You can only rely on yourself!" he said firmly.

"On your own?" Duan Yu asked puzzledly! Murong Xing looked at Duan Yu, who had absorbed his power from others, and said, "You can't defeat him by relying on other people's power and techniques!"

"Only by understanding the myriad martial arts classics, forging your own path, and creating your own kung fu, can you possibly defeat him!"

"My cousin has been very smart since she was young, and has an incredible understanding of martial arts. So my cousin has read a lot of books and comprehended the "Hero Palm", which means she is already ahead of me!"

"I'm definitely not as good as my cousin!"

At the end, Murong Xing couldn't help but sigh.

He was still using the family heirloom "The Change of Stars", while Wang Yuyan had already used her supernatural power to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

Duan Yu thought of Wang Yuyan, who became more courageous and domineering as the battle went on. He always felt that the style of the Fairy Sister seemed to be led astray by Wang Yuyan.

"Sister Fairy's lifelong goal... is to defeat him, too?" Duan Yu muttered to himself.

"As long as you want to reach the highest peak of martial arts, you will always meet him!" said Murong Xing.

"Doesn't that mean that as long as I can reach the pinnacle of martial arts, I can win the favor of the Fairy Sister?" Duan Yu's eyes lit up.

"She wants to defeat the best in the world. It doesn't matter who is the best in the world!" Murong Xing knows Wang Yuyan very well.

"Xing'er's words are strange... I'm going to ask some of my uncles and great-uncle masters for advice on the Six Meridians Divine Sword." Duan Yu said, "Xing'er, please take a look around the temple!"

"Go! Go!" Murong Xing said, "Your Six Meridians Divine Sword is sometimes effective and sometimes not, just like constipation. Go quickly!"

Seeing Duan Yu walk into the main hall of Tianlong Temple, Murong Xing couldn't help but complain: "Six Meridians Divine Sword is a secret legacy of the Duan family of Dali."

"But it is controlled by a few monks from the Duan clan."

"So, are these monks ordained or not?"

"How hilarious!"

He wandered around the Tianlong Temple, shaking his head. He had never been to this place before.

Suddenly something hit him, he dodged slightly and grabbed the thing with his backhand.

It turned out to be a ball of paper.

The person who can throw a light ball of paper so powerfully must be a master of martial arts.

Murong Xing opened the paper ball and saw a passage written on it:

"I am Murong Bo, I am not dead. I have passed the imperial examination and became a Juren of the Song Dynasty! I will officially become a parent official, cultivate direct descendants, and become a powerful official of the Song Dynasty!"

"You are my son. As soon as I see you in the back mountain, I will help you to become successful!"

"!!!"

My dad is still alive?

Really not dead?
Murong Xing was a little confused.

Back then in the apricot forest, when Murong Xing heard Shi Fei say that Murong Bo was not dead, he didn't believe it.

If he wasn't dead, why didn't he raise him?
If he wasn't dead, why didn't he come to see him?
Since he's not dead, why not provide a roof over his head for him?

None of this happened, so Murong Xing thought Shi Fei was lying.

Then he suddenly received this mysterious piece of paper, telling him that his father was not dead?

To go or not to go?
Without any hesitation, Murong Xing used his Qinggong skills to fly towards the back mountain of Tianlong Temple.

He wanted to see if his father was really not dead.
When he arrived at the back mountain, he saw a man standing in the dense forest at the back mountain.

　I'm Murong Bo, send me money!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)