Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Zhong Ling's mind was buzzing. I haven't done anything yet, and I'm going to become a master with seventy years of skills?

More fathers mean more paths. The ancients were right!

Song Xuan pointed to three strangely constructed wooden houses deep in the valley and said to Zhong Ling, "Wuyazi is in one of them. Go straight in!"

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing Zhong Ling was about to walk in without any hesitation, Su Xinghe suddenly became anxious.

"Senior Song, even though you are a Grandmaster, you can't steal the inheritance of other sects, right?"

Su Xinghe pointed at the Zhenlong chess game in front of him and said, "According to the rules, to enter the wooden house, you must first solve the Zhenlong chess game. This is the rule set by my master to select suitable disciples for the inheritance.

"Senior, you are a truly great person with a noble status. You wouldn't bully the weak, would you?"

"Why not?"

Song Xuan asked in return, "Who stipulated that those with superior strength cannot bully the weak?"

Su Xinghe was stunned.

That mother!

Nowadays, don’t grand masters have martial ethics?

Su Xinghe's expression changed again and again, and he finally realized helplessly that if a grandmaster really didn't follow the ethics of martial arts and didn't care about his face at all, he would have no way to deal with it.

At this time, Song Xuan spoke up, "Let me ask you, what is your master's purpose in setting up this Zhenlong chess game?"

"It is to select suitable disciples for inheritance."

Su Xinghe did not dare to be arrogant and quickly explained: "This Zhenlong chess game is derived from the power of the formation. The formation is changeable and magical, and it has the power to confuse people's minds.

If the chess player is not mentally resolute, he may be possessed by inner demons and become addicted to illusions and unable to extricate himself if he is not careful.

Anyone who can break the chess game must be someone with a strong will. Only such a person can become the master's successor and have the opportunity to avenge his master."

As he spoke, he sighed and said, "Senior, you may not know that the reason why my master has fallen into this state of half-death is because he was plotted against by the traitor Ding Chunqiu.

Have you ever heard of Senior Ding Chunqiu? He's the current head of the Xingxiu Sect. His mastery of poison and his ability to dissolve energy make him a rare rival in the martial arts world.

If I can't even break the Zhenlong chess game, I won't even have the courage to fight head-on against an old devil like Ding Chunqiu, let alone avenge my sect!"

Song Xuan's expression was a little strange. "Didn't you hear the news that Ding Chunqiu has been killed?"

Su Xinghe said: "I have heard some news, but I don't believe it.

The big devil Ding Chunqiu is not only a martial arts master, but also cruel and cunning. How could such a person be killed so easily?

Maybe this is a conspiracy to fake his own death. I wonder what evil plan he is planning! "

"Ding Chunqiu is indeed dead!" Under Su Xinghe's questioning gaze, Song Xuan emphasized his tone, "I killed him with my own hands!"

After he said this, Su Xinghe didn't dare to refute anymore.

No matter how powerful Ding Chunqiu was, he was not a grandmaster after all. A grandmaster said in person that he had killed Ding Chunqiu. Who would dare to question it?

Every grand master is an old monster who has lived for who knows how long. Although Song Xuan looks young, in Su Xinghe's opinion, God knows how old this old guy is.

His Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts include techniques for rejuvenation. As a Grandmaster who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, he probably has plenty of ways to maintain a youthful appearance.

Faced with such an old monster, who would dare to question the answer given by the other party himself?

Are you suspecting that the Grand Master is lying, or are you questioning his ability to kill Ding Chunqiu?

"Your master set up the Zhenlong chess game in order to select the right disciple to deal with Ding Chunqiu. But now Ding Chunqiu is dead. Do you think it's necessary to continue this Zhenlong chess game?"

Su Xinghe smiled awkwardly and said, "Senior, it's not that I want to stop you, it's just that I have selfish motives and don't want Master to die like this.

My master is still alive today thanks to his profound skills. After passing on his skills, he will not be able to hold on for long without his cultivation.

Now that Ding Chunqiu, that great enemy, is dead, I hope Master can live a few more years. I also hope that Senior will show mercy and give Master a chance to live!"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the wooden house.

"Xinghe, don't talk nonsense!"

Wuyazi's voice rang out from the cabin again, "Please don't blame me, Senior. I was just confused for a moment and didn't mean to tease you. I hope you won't take it personally."

"Master!"

Su Xinghe turned around, and before he could say anything else, he heard Wuyazi's voice tinged with anger, "Shut up! When have you ever been allowed to change my decision?"

Su Xinghe couldn't see through it, but how could Wuyazi not understand it?

What kind of existence is a Grand Master? He has lived for nearly a hundred years, and has only met his master Xiaoyaozi when he was young. Such a supreme existence would not easily appear in the world, but if he did, he would definitely have something to ask for.

Since the other party has come to Leigushan just to bring good fortune and opportunity to his daughter, you are trying to stop him now. Do you really think that the Grand Master has a good temper and cannot kill anyone?

How dare you lose the Grandmaster's face? If the other party can kill Ding Chunqiu, can't he kill you, Su Xinghe?

For Wuyazi, instead of falling out with the Grand Master and angering him, which would bring trouble to his disciples, it would be better to establish a good relationship and pass on his skills to Miss Zhong.

If you inherit Wuyazi's legacy, you will be a disciple of his Xiaoyao Sect. From now on, his Xiaoyao Sect can be said to have a great master of the world as its backer!

"Xinghe, let that girl in. From now on, she will be your junior sister and the new leader of my Xiaoyao Sect!"

There was a hint of fatigue in Xiaoyaozi's voice, "Master, I know you are reluctant to leave, but I have been too tired these years. I have lived a life worse than death. Let me have a good rest.

And you, it's been hard for you to stay here and take care of me all these years. After I die, go and see the world for me!"

Su Xinghe was silent for a while, then he knelt down and kowtowed three times towards the wooden house. After he stood up again, he exhaled lightly and said respectfully to Zhong Ling, "Junior Sister, go ahead."

Zhong Ling glanced at Song Xuan, and when she saw her father nod, she stepped forward without hesitation and entered the wooden house.

She knew that this time she would soar straight into the sky!

Chapter 403 I know you want to die, but don’t die first

In the peculiarly shaped wooden house, Zhong Ling met Wuyazi, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Wuyazi had a beard three feet long, every hair of which was white. His face was as handsome as jade, without a single wrinkle. He was obviously not young anymore, but he still had a youthful face and a lively spirit, and his demeanor was elegant and leisurely.

Zhong Ling was stunned for a moment, then quickly bowed and said, "Junior Zhong Ling, greetings to the senior!"

Wuyazi sat on the jade bed, carefully looking at Zhong Ling's appearance, and nodded with satisfaction after a moment.

"Very good, this appearance and temperament meet the requirements of my Xiaoyao Sect."

The Xiaoyao Sect is full of handsome men and beautiful women from top to bottom. When accepting disciples, this sect does not look at character or martial arts skills, but looks first.

If your appearance doesn't meet the requirements, you will be rejected directly. Even if you are a martial arts genius, you will not be accepted.

"Come forward!"

Wuyazi said kindly, "Before I teach you the skills, I have something to ask you."

After Zhong Ling hesitated for a moment and came forward, Wuyazi said with a smile, "Is that Grandmaster Song Xuan your father?"

Zhong Ling didn't hesitate this time and said with a hearty smile, "Yes, Master, you can tell by my appearance. My father is very handsome!"

"Then why is your last name Zhong, but your father's last name is Song?"

"this......"

Zhong Ling felt a little embarrassed and recounted her own situation, whispering, "Not many people know about this. I only found out about it a few years ago. It turns out that my biological father is someone else."

Wuyazi pondered for a moment and said, "So, you only met Senior Song last year, and he took you to the Langhuan Blessed Land, and you also inherited the skills of my Xiaoyao Sect?"

"Yes!" Zhong Ling said honestly, "I am currently practicing the Beiming Divine Art and have already developed Beiming Internal Force."

"very good!"

Wuyazi laughed happily, "You are indeed destined to be with me, Wuyazi. You are destined to be my disciple!"

.....

Outside in the valley, Song Xuan and Su Xinghe were playing chess.

Song Xuan had some knowledge of Go before, but not much. However, this did not matter. For him, who possessed a primordial spirit, he only needed to simply know the rules of Go and he could quickly deduce a way to crack it.

The two of them played back and forth, and the black and white chess pieces kept falling on the chessboard. Soon, the Zhenlong chess game was over.

Su Xinghe stared blankly at the chessboard for a long time, and finally sighed, "I have been thinking hard for many years but have not found a way to break the game. I didn't expect that it would be solved so easily by you, senior.

Filling up a piece of land by oneself, putting oneself in a desperate situation and then resurrecting, so that’s how it is, so that’s how it is!”

Song Xuan smiled and said, "Life and death are ever-changing. Sometimes, being stuck in a corner and clinging to life actually means you've already fallen into death. Sometimes, death can also be a chance for life!"

Su Xinghe sat there, thinking quietly.

He had a vague feeling that Senior Song seemed to be hinting at something, but for a moment he was not sure what the Grand Master was going to do.

Squeak~~

At this moment, the door of the room in the valley was pushed open, and Zhong Ling walked out with heavy steps.

At this moment, her Ren and Du meridians have been opened, and the eight extraordinary meridians have also been opened. A body of pure and rich Beiming Qi is constantly flowing in her body.

With the transmission of skills by Wuyazi, she was able to ascend to the heavens in one step and directly enter the innate realm. With her skills accumulated over seventy years, she only needed to retreat for a period of time to condense the innate flower of qi!

"father!"

Zhong Ling walked to Song Xuan's side and whispered, "Am I considered a master now?"

Song Xuan said, "It's barely acceptable, but it's not enough. Although Wuyazi's seventy years of refined skills are powerful, they are too much for you. You can't control them as easily as you want. You need to practice in seclusion to achieve perfection."

Zhong Ling originally practiced the Beiming Divine Art, so Wuyazi's skills and hers were of the same origin, so there was no need to worry about the hidden dangers caused by the mixing of true qi in the future.

But even so, she was just a little girl in the acquired realm before, and it would be difficult for her to master such a powerful skill without any preparation at least half a year.

Zhong Ling said, "Dad, Master Wuyazi is dying. Do you want to go see him?"

"You don't want him to die?"

Zhong Ling hummed, "No, I don't want to. Master said that Xiaoyao Sect will be handed over to me in the future, but I don't think I'm quite capable of it yet."

Song Xuan smiled and said, "Then wait until you feel you are capable. It won't be too late for him to die."

As he spoke, he took a step outside and came into the wooden house.

At this moment, Wuyazi was sitting cross-legged on the jade bed, looking listless, and was on his deathbed.

Without the support of his skills, his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked like a dying old man with messy hair. He had long lost the calm and unrestrained demeanor of the handsome old man with white hair and youthful face.

"senior....."

Wuyazi saw the person clearly. Although he did not recognize Song Xuan, he confirmed his identity in an instant. This person was the great master who was outside the wooden house before.

Although the other party seemed ordinary and did not have the slightest air of superiority, he had only felt that kind of invisible oppressive feeling as if he was above all other living beings from his master Xiaoyaozi.

"Ling'er said she didn't want you to die, so I came to see you!"

"Ling'er is a good kid with a kind heart..." A smile appeared on Wuyazi's old face, "It is my honor to have a great master like you see me off before I die!

To hear the news of the death of Ding Chunqiu, the traitorous disciple, to have a disciple like Ling'er, and to see the true face of the Grandmaster before dying, I have no regrets in this life!"

Song Xuan waved his hand, "Don't rush to say your last words. Ling'er has inherited the Xiaoyao Sect's legacy. How to practice in the future still needs your guidance as the master. So, I think you have to live a few more years!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers and a small pill fell into his mouth.

Wuyazi was stunned, and suddenly felt a surge of vitality flowing from his throat into his stomach. An indescribable heat began to flow continuously in his body, and the toxins that had accumulated in his body for decades began to melt and dissipate.

.....

In the distance, on a certain mountain, the martial arts heroes were busy watching the battle.

Murong Fu watched very seriously, he knew very well that if Jiumozhi lost, it would be his turn to play next.

Whether it is to enhance his reputation in front of a group of martial arts heroes, or to avenge Bao Bu Tong and win the hearts of his subordinates, there must be a battle between him and Yan Shisan.

The original plan to obtain the inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect is not so important at this moment.

He was already a master, and the seventy years of skill of Wuyazi, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, was just icing on the cake for him. It would be best if he could get it, but it would not be a big deal if he couldn't.

Compared with Wuyazi's skills, he cared more about Yan Shisan's Thirteen Deadly Swords.

Legend has it that Yan Shisan deduced the fifteenth sword. With one strike of this sword, the world would be desolate and there would be no life or death. He wanted to see just how powerful this sword was that he dared to claim to be invincible at the Grandmaster level!

Chapter 404 The Fifteenth Sword Should Not Appear in This Realm

Soon, Murong Fu saw it.

It was a sword that was extremely changeable, surrounded by brilliance, and exuded the breath of death.