As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 178 Chapter 177: A group of fools

The leader of Wudang, who is dignified and dignified and cannot be scorned by anyone, takes off the purple gold crown that symbolizes the status of the leader in full view of the public.

The onlookers had a bad feeling in their hearts.

Sikong Zhaixing opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the figure in black - it seemed that she had once said that she wanted to teach him Qing Kung?

The honest monk stared at Mu Taoist's movements, and was thinking about what the woman in black just said. Is Mu Taoist an experienced swordsman?

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly sighed.

He knew that Blood Rakshasa was not just talking and had no evidence at all, so he came over to give Mu Dao Ren a chance to reason. If Mu Dao Ren didn't reason, then she would start to talk about her reasons.

——One person dies, or give it a try?
Either way, he will die, and the choice is in the hands of Mu Daoren. No matter what status Wudang has in the world, or how many people he can make respond, at this moment, he can't call anyone, and only these people who come to question him can help. , but it’s not of much use.

Having just been the leader for a year, should he let his disciples die together for the evil things he secretly did, or should he admit his crime, step down as the leader, and become a sinner in Wudang?Either way, he is a sinner. The former will destroy the sect, and the latter will be cast aside by the sect.

Killing hearts.

"I didn't expect that there are still seventeen days left, and I have only been the leader for one year." Mu Taoren said.

After so many years of planning, in the end there are only seventeen days left until one year has passed.

Mu Taoren looked at the Wudang disciples, at the Zhenwu Hall in the distance behind him, and at the mountains and rivers in the distance of Wudang.

"Do you want to give them a chance to live?" Gu Changsheng asked.

"After all, I did the evil myself, and they had no idea."

Mu Taoist's face was calm. He looked at Gu Changsheng, just like the disciples reported at the beginning. If he had chosen to go out instead of disappearing, dozens of Wudang disciples would not have been killed along the way, and some people would have died in vain.

He had several opportunities to choose.

"Senior is kind." Mu Daoren said.

Gu Changsheng smiled, turned around and said, "Lu Xiaofeng, am I merciful?"

"Uh... kind... or unkind?" Lu Xiaofeng's voice was dry.

Would a kind person rush up the mountain alone and risk the life of the entire sect to force the leader to bow his head?

An unkind person may not give the other person a chance to bow his head.

Mu Taoren looked around and saw that all the disciples who could take on important responsibilities had been removed by him, and the new generation had not yet grown up.

The Wudang disciples looked confused and fearful. In full view of everyone, was the Wudang leader going to be forced to give up his position?

Songyang Iron Sword Guo Li's hands hanging by his side trembled slightly. He didn't know why Mu Taoist called him senior, nor why Mu Taoist suddenly took off the purple gold crown. He only knew that the two women were going to Iron Sword Villa tomorrow. .

"From now on, Shi Hu will take over as the leader of Wudang."

The words fall.

There was a soft sound, and a commotion broke out in the crowd. The commotion was caused by the Wudang disciples, and the commotion was caused by a group of people who had just arrived. They made way for an open space, and Guo Li, holding on to his iron sword, had committed suicide and fell to the ground.

Gu Changsheng was a little surprised.

"I'm here to settle the grievances in the world. If you have the ability, come and kill me. If you don't have the ability, just shut up if you can't control it."

The words silenced everyone.

Mu Taoren withdrew his gaze and looked at Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng... Lu Xiaofeng obviously knows the identities of these two people.

There were mixed emotions in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes. He didn't want to believe that Mu Daoren was the mastermind behind the September [-]th tragedy, but he knew that if Mu Daoren was wronged, he would not give in even if he was defeated and tried to commit suicide.

"Actually, I hope you can be tougher." Gu Changsheng said.

"That's why I say senior is kind."

Mu Daoren took a deep breath, and he also knew that this kindness had limits, because the Wudang disciples had no knowledge of it, and if the Wudang disciples were still hostile to them after he admitted everything, I'm afraid there would be no Wudang sect in the world in the future.

"Back then, I had an affair with my cousin, Shen Sanniang, which was the beginning of all mistakes..."

Taoist Mu took off his master's robe and put on the ordinary Taoist robe.

Looking back on the past, he was actually wrong from the beginning. No matter how perfect the plot was, it could not compare to the unparalleled strength.

"All Wudang disciples should take me as a warning. Today is not a disaster for Wudang, but a day when Wudang will be restored to its original glory. Seniors have shown great kindness and should receive a great gift."

The Mu Taoist frowned and held up his hands.

The Wudang disciples were at a loss. They had just killed and injured so many of them, and now they had become benefactors in the blink of an eye?
Lu Xiaofeng and Lao Shi Monk all turned their faces and looked away.

"Where is the elder?" Mu Taoist said solemnly.

The faces of several elders were solemn, "Senior, you are so kind." Gu Changsheng looked at Mu Taoist, and suddenly felt that his previous understanding of him was a little biased. This person was not so small that he only focused on the position of Wudang leader, the leader was just his In the first step, with Wudang, the leader of the righteous path, as a springboard, he might actually be able to achieve something.

On the night of September 20th, the iron-blooded bloodbath eliminated many masters of the sect, and he was able to naturally blame the imperial court and sit back and watch the chaos in the world and the imperial court, while he led Wudang to hide its capabilities and bide its time. In this way, Wudang will not be lonely [-] years later The beginning, but another peak.

"As well as my martial arts colleagues on the night of September [-]th, I was the one who led the Ghost Villa in this matter..."

One pile, one piece.

Mu Tao Ren lost his identity as the master of Wudang, Mu Zhenren, and became the sinister, aloof, talented and scheming old swordsman.

The people who originally came to support them all couldn't believe it when they heard this horrifying scene.

"...Those who died in my hands that night were Iron Sword Zhong Hu, Hainan Feiyu Wang Xiu, Taoist Priest Ma Xuan——"

Speaking out the names one by one, either the backbone of the sect or the elder of Quanzhen, silenced the Yandang Mountain, Hainan Sword Sect and other groups in the distance. Their relatives, friends and disciples died under the conspiracy.

How many people died that night, and who were they?No one can find out everything, but Mu Daoren told them one by one at this time. Although not all, it is enough to prove a lot.

Lu Xiaofeng has retreated to the side. Today is the first time Wudang has been broken into the mountain, and Jie Jianyan has been reduced to a decoration.Wudang is bound to suffer a blow after this and plummet, so what?Let’s get through the present first.

Regardless of whether they can kill Jianghu Zhengdao, Wudang cannot withstand the killing at the moment.

Give Wudang disciples a chance to live.

He could tell that these two women really didn't mind killing Wudang.

Where the Ghost Villa is located, the identity of the invisible man known to Mu Taoist echoes in front of Emperor Zhenwu of Wudang.

"So you guys were so aggressive just now, shouldn't you apologize?" Gu Changsheng glanced at the group of people.

Everyone looked at each other.

They just came to ask, but they haven't taken action yet... The old gang leader of Iron Sword Villa committed suicide after making rude remarks, so they still want to apologize?
"A bunch of fools." Jiang Yuyan curled her lips.

"Don't say that to others." Gu Changsheng said.

The two Shaolin monks lowered their heads and clasped their hands and said, "It was the poor monk who failed to find out the truth and almost disturbed the donor."

The Honest Monk hid behind Lu Xiaofeng and peeked. He understood very well that it was okay for other sects not to report their family status. With their bright bald heads, they could easily find him without asking.

"Who doesn't believe it? They think that Mu Taoist was forced to take advantage of the situation and speak out."

Gu Changsheng glanced at Wudang, at Lu Xiaofeng and others, and at the sect members who came to Wudang to question them.

Calm, indifferent eyes.

"Don't be afraid, say what you have."

Everyone looked at the body of Guo Li, whose beard and hair were all white, and then looked at Taoist Mu who had removed his purple gold crown. The heavy pressure was like a mountain pressing on everyone.

"No one said anything, so that's it." Gu Changsheng looked at Mu Taoren, the old swordsman.

Mu Tao Ren is the best in Go, second in poetry and wine, and third in swordsmanship, Mu Zhenren, the leader of Wudang, and the old sword master of Ghost Villa.

Mu Daoren's dry and steady hand has grasped the hilt of the sword.

Wudang Mountain is windy, snowy and cold. Now he is no longer Mu Zhenren, no longer the old Taoist, but an old sword handler.

"I always feel that my sword is stronger than Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng." He said.

"You deserve to die." Gu Changsheng said.

Mu Taoren's sword was unsheathed at this moment.

The light of the sword was like a flying rainbow, turning into a bolt of lightning. No one could see his movements clearly.

Gu Changsheng's entire body was enveloped in the sword energy of this sword.

The figures merged in an instant, and the sword light suddenly stopped.

The field fell silent.

The wooden Taoist stood on the ground with the tip of his sword, and he knelt on the ground. The hairpin on his head exploded, and his meticulous hair was scattered.

A delicate hand landed on the top of his head.

Mu Taoren tried to keep his eyes open.

Nearly 60 years ago, when he was a little Taoist boy, right here, in front of the Zhenwu Hall, the master accepted him with a smile and caressed his head.

Mu Taoren's lips moved slightly, but he made no sound. The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he also fell to one side.

(End of this chapter)