Holy Advent

Chapter 26 Mowgli
Fangsheng, Fangzheng, Fangyuan, etc. of Shaolin Temple died in battle; Dingjing of Hengshan School was killed;

In addition, there are a large number of elite disciples from various factions, even the Hengshan faction has some people who come to support them, but they are all old and stubborn leftovers, who were eliminated by Yin Hao and died cleanly.

Relatively speaking, not many people died in Huashan School and Songshan School.

Only one Zuo Lengchan came from the Songshan School, and there were more than a dozen disciples. The Huashan School was originally sparsely populated.

"Amitabha, you all follow me to Shaolin to settle down first, and then make plans!"

The head local chronicler of Shaolin Dharma Academy said a Buddha's name and said to everyone.

This time, the great monks of the Fang generation were almost extinct, and there were not many left. Most of the elite disciples died tragically.After this battle, Shaolin Temple was severely damaged.

Even Fang Zhi had many wounds on his body, and he was very embarrassed, but at this time he had to come out to host.

"Master, it's not good!" At this moment, a burly young man galloped towards him. Every time he took a step, the ground trembled twice, his face was anxious, and there were three or four wounds on his body. Fatal, but the blood stained the whole body red.

"Da Niu, what's the matter?"

The head chronicler of the Bodhidharma Academy immediately had a bad feeling.

"Master, the valley where we were hiding was raided, and all the classics, great pills, etc. that were brought out were looted. Many senior brothers, as well as many elders and deacons, died in battle!"

Daniel said sadly.

"What?" Master Fang Zhi swayed and almost fell, "What's going on?"

"We happened to be guarding well, and suddenly many men in black appeared. They carried crossbow arrows that could be fired non-stop, and they caught us off guard! When we got close, they were all powerful and terrifying. Even disciples, they could only deal with one , As a result, most of them died in the battle, and many ancient books, precious medicines, and pills were looted!" Daniel burst into tears, "Uncle Zhizhi died, Uncle Dakong died, and even Uncle Dahai was killed Already!"

"Wow!"

Master Fang Zhi was furious when he heard this: "We moved things out and hid them in the valley. Outsiders don't know, how could they be found? And this is an obvious premeditation!"

"Master, I don't know!"

Daniel's face was full of honesty, and he wiped away his tears.

In the end, everyone went up the mountain, but they were gloomy!

Half a month later, Wudang sent Qingxu to come, he is Taoist priest Chongxu's younger brother, and took Taoist priest Chongxu's precious body back to the mountain, Wuji guarded him, and Yin Hao followed.

At this time, the rest of the sects also retreated.

But Linghu Chong's reputation was completely tainted.

Even the Hengshan sect designated him as an evil cultist.

Wudang Mountain, Zhenwu Hall.

"Gentlemen, what the master master said before his death, the head of the Shaolin Dharma Institute, the head of Huashan Yue, the left master of Songshan, the master Dingyi of Hengshan, etc., as witnesses, passed on the position of master to Wuji, please Hengshan Young Hero Liu Hao is the Great Protector of the sect's Keqing, guarding Wuji as the head of the sect!"

After burying Daoist Chongxu, a meeting was held in Wudang, and Daoist Qingxu announced the last words of Daoist Chongxu in front of everyone.

"Inappropriate!" An elder came out, "Senior nephew Wuji, who has been in the sect for five years, is young, has an unstable temperament, and has failed in cultivation. How can he take on the great responsibility of the head?"

"Senior brother Qingxu, with you here, why won't it be Wuji's turn?" Another said, "We Wudang, looking at Jianghu, is among the decent and above all heroes. If Wuji becomes the master, Don't convince the public, if you put it outside, you will be born to bow down, so how can I deal with Wudang?"

The rest of the people discussed a lot, and most of them were not optimistic about Wuji.

Daoist Qingxu remained calm.

Yin Hao held the long sword in his arms and stood quietly aside.

"Masters and uncles!" Wuji said, taking a step forward, his figure suddenly rose up, directly reaching the top of the hall, and then he fell lightly.

"What a Tiyun Zong, so hot, not far from Dacheng, even us old guys, it's nothing more than that!"

Daoist Qingxu's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in admiration.

boom……!
Wuji fell, his feet sank, and there was a sound of explosion, stepping on the ground of the hall paved with rocks into a deep pit, which spread to the surroundings.

"With such power, pure Yang Wuji Kungfu must have been cultivated to the third level. Looking at the sects, how many can compare? How big is Wuji, and it is the time of rapid advancement. Given time, no, it will only take ten years at most. , must be ranked at the top of the rivers and lakes!"

Daoist Qingxu admired even more.

At this time, Wuji waved his hands like a seal, and a whirlwind immediately blew up in the hall, attracting dust one after another, gradually forming a Taiji pattern.

He put his hands together, and the dust gathered together to form a soil ball. With a flick of his palms, the soil ball flew out and landed in a corner.

"Taijiquan has been accomplished!" Daoist Qingxu took a deep breath, "It's just me, and it's only at this level!"

"Masters and uncles, Wuji didn't intend to be the head of the sect, but the master's last words had to be obeyed." Wuji looked calm, without any panic, "But you are still satisfied with Wuji?"

"The younger generation, who is Mowgli's opponent?"

Daoist Qingxu spoke again.

The elders around fell silent.

Wudang disciples, this generation of people who have never done anything, how can they compare with Wuji.

"But, if Wuji becomes the leader, he will definitely be despised by other sects. There is no doubt about this!"

Another elder spoke up.

The head of a faction must not only be able to suppress the sect, but also be able to subdue others when placed outside, especially the Wudang faction, which pays more attention to these.

"I, Hengshan Sect, fully support Sect Leader Wuji!" Yin Hao walked out, "I'm not afraid to tell you that within three to five years, I will definitely take over as Sect Leader of Hengshan Sect, and my age is only slightly younger than Wuji It’s just that you’re older! Besides, Shaolin, Songshan, Huashan, Hengshan, Taishan, etc., have all recognized Wuji’s position as the master!"

"This is our Wudang internal affairs!"

The elder's face sank just now.

"Headmaster Chongxu's final request, I am the elder of Wudang Keqing, guarding the head, under the teacher and above the elders, you want to disobey the order of headmaster Chongxu?" Yin Hao raised his eyebrows, and the sword in his hand clanged, Jump out and land in your hands.

With a shake in the air, there were more than a dozen sword lights, and finally the sword was sheathed.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Daoist Qing Xu was shocked, "Hui Feng Luo Yan Sword, you actually stabbed out eleven sword flowers with one sword. I dare say that even Mr. Mo Da can't do this!"

The elder just now had a pale face.

That sword, he clearly felt, paused at his heart and throat respectively. If there was a hostile relationship, he would have died.

Involuntarily, the back was dripping with cold sweat.

Wuji showed his strength, coupled with the full support of Daoist Qingxu, and Yin Hao's guard, Wuji succeeded as the head, without any danger.

In the dim night, there were three cups of tea in the courtyard.

"Martial nephew, the last words of the senior brother in charge, I will follow them. Starting tomorrow, you can read all my Wudang classics!" Daoist Qingxu said after a moment of silence, "If you didn't make your debut, you would kill more than 1000 Jianghu with your sword. Bandits, if you hadn't fought against the members of the Demon Cult a while ago, and hundreds of opponents would have died under the sword, if you hadn't been jealous of evil and regarded the Demon Cult as a bandit, if you hadn't been bright, upright, and had a heart of greatness, even As the head said before his death, we will not let you read all the Wudang exercises, after all, that is the foundation of a school of inheritance."

"Thank you, Uncle, here I promise that it will never be spread!" Yin Hao saluted and said seriously, "Besides, I will enter the Devil's Cult one day, please return to the True Martial Sword and Taijiquan Sutra!"

"You know? That's right, it's not a secret!" Daoist Qingxu sighed in a low voice, "That incident is always a shame to my Wudang. Martial nephew, the demon sect is powerful, so don't act recklessly!"

"Sooner or later, I will make the Demon Cult disappear!"

Yin Hao has a high-spirited demeanor and is unparalleled in confidence.

"Uncle, when the time comes, Senior Brother Liu and I will join the Devil's Cult together and wash away our shame!"

Wuji said solemnly.

"Okay, okay, okay, I am on the right way, with you here, I won't be afraid of dying!"

Qing Xudao grew up very happy.

Then, he waved his hand and left.

The night is silent, only the clear light shines down.

"Owner!"

Wuji's voice was extremely low, like a mosquito flapping its wings.

"From now on, I will be the eldest brother, the senior brother!"

Yin Hao picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.

"Wudang in the future...!"

No hesitation.

"Wudang Kungfu is passed down endlessly!"

"That's good!"

Wuji breathed a sigh of relief.

'None', five also!

(End of this chapter)