I am above the long river of time, overlooking the eternity!

Chapter 5 If you become a leader of a sect, you should be awarded the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword'!
"Crack!"

Thunder flashed across the daylight, shining on the corner of the coffin.

At the same time, it also illuminated the young man's dark eagle eyes full of ambition.

Luo Jing felt that at this moment, his heart was beating loudly and almost never stopped for a second.

He couldn't describe his current mood.

Is it an indescribable surprise?

Or. Sadness, anger?
all!

He truly came to this era of recovery '800 years ago'!

What kind of opportunity is this?
If, if he finds a more ancient 'medium' in the future, can he also rely on that long river of time to trace back to the mythical world where the real 'immortal god' has not yet died? !
Really incredible!

And what’s even more incredible is that,

From the moment Luo Jing opened his eyes, 'Wang Dongxuan' had completely integrated with him.

All memories are as if they were personal experiences, no different from themselves.

just like.
As early as 800 years ago, Luo Jing had a life named 'Wang Dongxuan'!
Until then, he wasn't really sure.

perhaps,

I can really rely on such magical powers.

Soar to the sky!
So when Luo Jing stood up.

The response to Mu Yuqing's words was almost ready to be spoken, and it was not a lie.

Suddenly, the faces of some elders and guests were moved, while the expressions of some disciples changed.

The two elders of Reward and Punishment and Discipline shook their heads. In the eyes of the disciples, there were those who admired and some who sneered and disapproved.

Anyone can say big things.

But the price,
It's not something ordinary people can bear.

Although Daxueshan did not admit to murdering the seven martial arts saints, if someone made such nonsense and spread it to the world, there is no guarantee that nothing would happen.

Come to think of it, only someone like Wang Dongxuan, who has a master-student, father-son relationship, can put aside life and death.

only.
"Debts of debt, disciples will succeed." Mu Yuqing's eyes gradually brightened.

She looked at Wang Dongxuan, who had behaved well in front of Wang Duan of the Jade Flute Sword, and his words, deeds, and actions were all similar to his. She felt that on this rainy night, this man had changed from head to toe, and he had become different. Same.

Even if he had such thoughts in the past, he would never be like this. He had an innate feeling————

The spirit of a master!

Yes, the spirit of a master!

Not all marrow refining masters can be called masters!

A true master must not only reach the point where he can walk with strength all over his body and penetrate into his bones, but he must also have energy in his heart and spirit in his fists!
The sword becomes the soul of the sword, and the sword becomes the sword's will. To this extent, the martial arts will is condensed, and the eyes can shock people's hearts. The cicadas will wake up before the autumn wind moves. If there is help from the gods!

A true master, even if he cannot reach the level of "saint in martial arts" and masters martial arts, can still be convinced and extend his life for a period of time.

But fighting against a master in the marrow refining realm, if it’s a life and death fight
But one person can be five enemies, it’s not a joke!
Before the birth of the 'Martial Saint', the Grandmaster was the pinnacle of the world!

This change made Mu Yuqing's thoughts become more determined.

"Since you are so angry, then..."

"then!"

Whoosh!
From Mu Yuqing's hand, something shimmering with golden light was suddenly thrown towards Luo Jing, who caught it with both hands.

"That is."

'Fulong Fist' Qi Yan's sharp eyes took a closer look, and she couldn't help being secretly shocked.

"The Order of the Fulong Palm can be used to enter the Forest of Martial Steles. After more than a hundred years, only one group of palm masters can hold this order. Mu Yuqing is going to..."

'Cloud Chuan Legs' Qi Wen's eyes sank, greed flashed through them, and he spoke in a low voice in the blink of an eye.

In the Forest of Martial Steles, all the savings of Fulong Mountain for more than a hundred years have been hidden. The treasures are inserted into the forest, and the secret knowledge is inscribed on the stele. Only by holding this token can one open the many mechanisms and enter it unimpeded.

Whoever can get it is equivalent to having the capital to dominate a state.

as predicted.

When Luo Jing accepted the 'Fulong Palm Order', Mu Yuqing raised her eyebrows and glanced at the people present indifferently, speaking in an abrupt and high-pitched tone:

"This lineage of Fulong Mountain was established in Yanyun by my old master Mu and his five sworn brothers. It was carried forward by the previous leader, Wang Duan, and became famous in Qilu!"

"Wang Dongxuan has inherited his master's hatred today, so he should shoulder the responsibility of his master's mantle!"

Bang bang bang!
She patted the clothes and coffin of the 'Jade Flute Sword' Wang Duan, her bright eyes swept across the people present, looking at the guilty faces, and sneered:

"The master died in the Snowy Mountains, but the inheritance did not."

"In all these years, I have never interfered with the affairs of Fulong Mountain, but this time, you call me Mu for overstepping your bounds!"

"From now on, Fulong Chief Wang Dongxuan will hold the command of the palm of his hand and carry out the tasks of killing and seizing life and death in Fulong Mountain and cutting through the smoke and clouds. All the disciples will see it as if they are seeing the 'Jade Flute Sword' in person. The elders, chief ministers, guests, including me, That’s how it must be!”

"Gentlemen, do you understand?"

Mu Yuqing yanked out the hairpin that was tied up, and let the hair fall like a waterfall of green hair. She nailed the hairpin to the coffin board, making a "buzzing" sound.

"No!" Qi Wen's eyes narrowed.

"Mrs. Mu, we have no objection to Dongxuan's succession as Master, but..."

"Inheriting the 'Fulong Palm Order' is equivalent to inheriting the Martial Stele Forest, so the sword enshrined in it"

Qi Yan of 'Fulong Fist' did not calm down. Even though the corpse of Wang Duan of 'Jade Flute Sword' was not cold yet, right in front of him, he did not suppress the thoughts in his heart and suddenly spoke out.

However, she was interrupted by Mu Yuqing:

"Wang Dongxuan has succeeded the Master, so he should be in charge of everything in the Forest of Martial Steles. The 'Shangdong Fulong Sword' was taken by the previous Master himself, so the word 'Fulong' was added to it. Who do you think its owner is?!"

This strong gesture left everyone speechless.

Qi Yan and Qi Wen were silent.

Then they looked at the corner of the hall in unison.

When they saw that the old man leaning against the pillar had his eyes slightly closed and seemed to be in a slumber, without any intention of speaking, he suddenly let out a long sigh. They were about to say something, but they heard someone else on the field take a step forward and speak out. :

"Master's wife, although we are not like Junior Brother Dongxuan, who was accepted by Master as his direct successor and treated as his son, we are still worried about the inheritance of Fulong Mountain."

"Even with my master's talent, I couldn't understand the sword at all. It was only by relying on its mysteries every day that I reached the level of 'convincing' and was awarded the title of Martial Saint."

"When the old man was alive, every time he encountered setbacks in martial arts training, he would always be worried about it. He would always lament that he could not understand the consequences and find out the mysteries."

"Therefore, disciple thinks!"

"If we really intend to avenge our master, we, our direct disciples, should have the opportunity to 'read the Forest of Martial Steles', see the sword in person, and understand its mysteries!"

"I, Ji Wumu, dare to make a great oath of martial arts. If I can understand the secrets in the sword, I can go to the Snowy Mountains and personally welcome my master back!"

"If other direct brothers or elders have this opportunity, they should be like me. Gentlemen, are senior brothers' words correct?"

The man named Ji Wumu had bright eyes and a resolute face with sorrow and solemnity. Then he clasped his fists in a circle, which actually won the recognition of many core disciples of Fulong Mountain in the hall.

This man is nearly thirty years old. He became a disciple of Wang Duan before he became famous. He is a genuine senior brother of the sect. His martial arts skills and character are not to be mentioned. He is more than enough to be the chief or even the leader of a sect.

But in the end, Wang Dongxuan was not as favored as the Jade Flute Sword, and as a senior brother, he could not be called the chief.

However, Ji Wumu did not express any resentment about this. Instead, he smiled and treated Wang Dongxuan like an elder brother. He was extremely amiable and treated his fellow disciples as instructors in martial arts. He never lost face.

Just didn't expect it.
He will be here, showing his fangs.

These remarks showed off everyone's style and made Mu Yuqing look at him deeply.

The reason why she strongly promoted Wang Dongxuan, even at the risk of using the sword, was because of her own selfish motives.

But this season Wu Mu
She frowned.

"Cough, cough, cough!!"

Suddenly, the old man who was leaning against a pillar not far away and taking a nap seemed to be awakened by the movement. He rubbed his eyes and coughed suddenly:

"The thunder and rain outside are so loud that they can't cover up your movements."

He stood up.

"Really, if there's anything we can't talk about the next day, do we have to argue like this in front of a broken coffin?"

"I'm not afraid of losing my life in vain."

"You don't care about your life, old man, I still want to live for a few more years."

The old man stood up. He didn't even wear any silk clothes, just a white scarf. His body bones crackled like fried jelly beans.

When he stood up straight, with his hands behind his back, the look on his face that looked like a hawk or a wolf, with sunken eyes immediately made brothers Ji Wumu, Qi Yan, and Qi Yun feel fearful in their hearts.

“It’s time to pay homage and worship, and it’s time to mourn and mourn.”

"After everything is done, just go back quickly. There is a coffin set up. Do you want to spend the night here?"

The old man yawned and waved his hands.

His prestige seems not to be simple.

With a seemingly unintentional order, the disciples were told to walk out silently despite the thunderstorm, which was even more effective than Mu Yuqing.

Even if Ji Wumu and Elder Erqi wanted to say something more, they had to swallow it in their stomachs and wait until dawn.

Before leaving, everyone bowed their hands to the old man.

When they arrived at the huge mourning hall, there were only three people left.

The old man glanced at Luo Jing and Mu Yuqing, shook his head, and simply said to the pretty lady: "You can do what you want." Then he entered the rain curtain alone and left.

Mu Yuqing looked at his back, gave a rare respectful salute, and watched him leave.

When he arrived, he seemed to sigh:
"Old Grandmaster, my Mu family and Fulongshan are like the Dinghai Divine Needle. It's a pity."

Speaking of this, her bright eyes couldn't help but darken.

But it only took a moment, and then he turned around and looked at Luo Jing, who had been silent but had a straight spine and a bright look in his eyes. His eyes were complicated and he said:
"you"

"You should know why I help you fight for it like this?"

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