Daoist Lingxu was hunted and killed by the enemy for several years, but he was safe and sound, and then he was able to create the foundation of Qingyun Temple, which is enough to prove that his mind is tough, agile, and talented.
After thinking for a moment, Master Lingxu said decisively: "Since the other party is a famous and decent family, and he is so concerned about his image in the world, it was his great conspiracy to collude with evil spirits and heretics to destroy our entire sect. There is no blatant pursuit and killing, most of them are concerned about what happened back then.
Since the open gun can no longer be used, we only need to beware of the thief's back arrow at this moment. Since the other party is hiding in the dark and attacking, if we hide in the dark again, it will be tantamount to creating conditions for the enemy to carry out conspiracy and tricks. Abandoned in the wilderness, I am afraid no one cares about it. But if we can re-establish the mountain gate and inherit the Kunwu sect, we will definitely gain the attention of the martial arts people with the bloody case that year. In this way, under the watchful eyes of the public, the enemies of the past will not dare to expose it easily again. In this way, Instead, we have a chance of survival. "
Daoist Lingxu has quick thinking and clear conclusions, and in fact, as the old Taoist priest guessed, the secret enemy really hid himself after committing the bloody crime that year, and did not dare to reveal anything about that year. Our sect is a famous Baidao sect in the world, killing a Baidao sect is as serious as rioters attacking government agencies, basically equivalent to raising flags to rebel.
The Kunwu bloody case of that year has become an unsolved public case, hanging high above the Ming Hall of the "Six Gates" in Shenjing City, reminding the government and the world's martial arts schools: the bloody case a hundred years ago is still gone . Once a suspicious sect attacks the Kunwu sect again, the first response will probably be these headhunters who were swollen and swollen a hundred years ago. destroyed.
Therefore, based on such an analysis, no matter whether it was a white Taoist or a gangster who destroyed Kunwu back then, they would not dare to extend their hands to this resurgent sect again.
After some conclusions, Master Lingxu concluded that his judgment was not wrong, and he also affirmed his own thoughts in his heart, and gave an order:
"Qingyan—"
"The apprentice is here."
"After the grand competition of the master's gate, the decree was issued to close the mountain. All the disciples in the sect are closed to practice martial arts, and they are not allowed to leave the master's gate for half a step. The disciples of the sect pass on the practice of [Thirty-six Swords of Qingyun] and [Broken Jade Palm]. You and other senior brothers also We must select elite disciples, concentrate on training them, select outstanding ones from these core disciples, and impart [Yuan Yu Gong]."
"Disciple obeys." Qing Yan was overjoyed, the master who had endured for many years finally decided to enter the martial arts again.
Master Lingxu went to the window and pushed open the window. It was noon outside and the sun was shining everywhere, but it was still difficult to dispel the coldness in Master Lingxu's heart. With a long sigh, he resolutely said:
"You and I, master and apprentice, practice hard for ten years, and after ten years, we will meet the thief again."
"Yes, Master." Taoist Qingyan looked equally excited.
Master Lingxu changed his mind, and said lightly: "Besides, I have one more thing that I need you to help me with..."
Unnamed courtyard.
It is not that a small courtyard without a name is called "a small courtyard with no name", because its name is called "a small courtyard with no name".
White characters on a black background, the four big characters are still neat, and they were written by Qingxuan himself.
Qingxuan in his previous life was a college student anyway, but his writing brush skills are quite strong.
Qingxuan, who had practiced [Taiji Peiyuan Kungfu], was about to practice [Thirty-six Swords of Qingyun], but found a ragged child suddenly barging in at the door, with a cold expression, staring at him blankly, As if the owner here is him, and he is the uninvited guest.
"Brother, who are you?" Qing Xuan put away the wooden sword and asked softly.
The boy who entered did not answer.
Qingxuan frowned slightly, and continued to ask: "Are you a new disciple brought back by a senior brother? Why, don't you know the way to the front hall?"
The new disciples are temporarily arranged in the wing rooms on both sides of the front hall, waiting for the official entrance.
The boy's face was as stiff as wood, and he didn't say a word, just staring at the stone table in the courtyard. There was a pot of tea and a plate of pastries there, and the little boy's stomach let out an unsatisfactory "grunt" at this time, revealing his thoughts at this time.
Qing Xuan felt relieved, it turned out he was hungry.
"Are you hungry? Come and eat."
As soon as the words fell, who knew that the boy turned red, turned and left.
"Oh? Don't go yet."
Qingxuan shook his arms lightly, relying on his excellent internal strength, he jumped up from the ground like a big bird, but he was quite embarrassed when he landed, but he also successfully landed on the boy's body before, blocking the boy's way.
The boy's eyes lit up when he saw Qingxuan's awkward posture, and then he became extremely annoyed when he realized that he was being blocked, with a fierce look in his eyes. With a tightening, Yijian Wushi was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand.
Qingxuan didn't have any malice in stopping the boy, but the boy's actions couldn't help but make Qingxuan's heart skip a beat, with a strong killing intent. Especially the fierce light flashing from the depths of the boy's eyes and the tightly grasped object in his arms, judging from the folds of his clothes, it seems to be a murder weapon like a dagger.
Unexpectedly, one of my unintentional actions would attract the other party's strong murderous intent. If the hatred in his eyes had substance, it seemed that he was his father-killing enemy.
Qingxuan couldn't help but secretly startled: why is this little boy so murderous, I don't know which senior brought him back to the audience.
Qingxuan frowned slightly, glanced at the little wolf-like boy in front of him, and smiled slightly, he was just a child after all. With a movement of his body, he slid gently towards the stone table, his movements flowing like clouds and water, as relaxed and comfortable as a small boat gliding gently on the surface of a lake.
With this movement, Qingxuan slid to the stone table, and at the same time deliberately opened the distance between him and the boy. Ye Qingxuan once watched a documentary, which said that every wild animal has its own warning line, as long as other animals enter this warning line, it will increase the tension of the animals, and more docile animals will Actively distance the animals entering the warning line, and the aggressive animal will not move immediately, it will keep a close eye on the intruder entering its own warning line, and once the intruder makes any extra moves, it will be punished The animal attacks.
Ye Qingxuan smelled like a wolf on this boy, and he was still a lone wolf, vicious, low-key, cautious and sensitive...
So Qingxuan decided to stay away from the boy's cordon and let him relax.
Qingxuan glanced at it, and saw the boy's hand loosening the murder weapon in his arms.
Sure enough, it seemed that his judgment was correct.
Once again he showed his invincible smile, Qingxuan tapped the wooden sword on the porcelain plate on the table lightly, the porcelain plate jumped, but the three cakes inside were thrown into the air, the wooden sword passed, and the three cakes were like As planned, it landed lightly on the spine of the sword, evenly spaced and steady.
Passing forward with a single sword, he gently handed the pastry in front of the little boy, his movements were gentle and elegant, without a trace of fireworks.
"Come on, little brother, it's the first time we meet, I invite you—" Qingxuan's sunny smile is enough to melt any hostility.
It is not in vain for Qingxuan to practice swordsmanship hard, but the swordsmanship of this move is as light as that of the arm, which is amazing.
The little boy who was originally hostile was also shocked by this sudden swordsmanship at this moment, and then infected by Qingxuan's sunny smile, his eyes widened, staring at the pastry in front of him obsessively, but he was hesitant to make a move.
The little boy didn't take the pastries, and Qingxuan didn't take back the wooden sword, still with a free and easy smile, quietly waiting for the little boy's reaction.
Finally, hunger defeated self-esteem, the little boy let go of the dagger in his arms, stretched out his hand, and slowly took the pastry on the spine of the sword.
The smile in Qing Xuan's eyes became thicker.
Still staring vigilantly at the little Taoist priest in front of him like a beast eating, Xiao Feng thought to himself: I never imagined that this kid is as big as me, but also has such advanced martial arts skills. The martial arts in this view must be very advanced, and I must stay , I must learn art from a teacher...
While thinking, he took a bite of the pastry bitterly. Xiao Feng had so many thoughts in his mind that he couldn't even tell the taste of the cake in his hand.