All Heavens Immortal Martial Arts

After chatting about Han Chuji, Meng Wu Jiu said solemnly, "Get ready, the headmaster may want to see you soon."

"See me, why?" He Heng was a little surprised.

Meng Wu Jiu smiled coldly, and then said: "Of course Han Chuji died, there is no other choice, let you take the top."

He Heng looked at him for a moment, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Is that so... I don't know what instructions Gui Lao gave him?"

Meng Wu Jiu said in a deep voice, “The old man said, you are the best among my disciples of this generation, you will definitely hold the Dao lineage in the future, inherit it endlessly, you can decide everything by yourself. As long as you don’t forget, you are me. The true disciple of Zhenwu, the future headmaster, the rest is up to you! As for the inside of the sect, although the Han family is not a good person, as one of the two elders of the turtle and snake, even if he is unwilling, he will take the overall situation as the top priority. You don't have to worry."

Having said this, he paused, and then said: "From now on, you don't need to call me a master, my true martial arts master is a single lineage, and the next generation of masters must be the true disciples of the master, and all the disciples are great. Senior Brother, presumably he will accept you as his apprentice this time."

"One day is a teacher, and a lifetime is a teacher. Even if I will be the head teacher in the future, I respect you as my teacher."

Although Meng Wu Jiu did not have any good intentions in accepting him as his apprentice, he has always tried his best to cultivate him and cultivated him many times. Even though he has no feelings, the causal connection exists, and the bond between master and apprentice is actually hard to break.

Taking a deep look at him, Meng Wu Jiu turned around with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "You can do whatever you want, clean up by yourself, presumably your uncle Tianpeng will come here soon, and he will bring him with you. You go to see the headmaster."

After he finished speaking, he left straight away, his figure was a little desolate.

Looking at the back of him leaving, He Heng sighed, and there was some feeling in his eyes.

Origination and demise, I don't know who can explain it?

"I didn't expect that I would actually be 'sentimental', and I still can't practice at home. Why don't I continue to retreat... Anyway, I don't have anything to pack, and waiting is a waste of time." After speaking, he directly entered the cave and carried out a A shallow level of sitting.

Three days later, a familiar aura appeared outside his cave, which was the canopy of the head of Zhenwu Jiuchen elders.

He Heng woke up from sitting in Guanzhong, tidied up his clothes, walked straight out, and greeted him, "Master Tianpeng, the disciple has been waiting for a long time."

Without concealing his breath at all, Tianpeng saw his cultivation realm at a glance, took a deep breath, and said with a wry smile: "Nephew, you are really talented, you are already comparable to many junior brothers, it really makes us all. The old man is ashamed."

He Heng said humbly: "Master Miao praised it. Compared with your uncles and uncles, the disciple's enthusiasm is still much worse. I hope you will support me more in the future."

Tianpeng smiled with satisfaction, nodded and said: "What is the meaning of this, nephew, they are all from the same family, whatever, as long as I can, my uncle will not refuse. Well, this time I am here on the order of the headmaster to pick you up. Go to Yujing Palace to meet him."

He Heng nodded silently and said, "Since it's an order from the headmaster, the disciple doesn't dare to let him wait for a long time, it's too much trouble for the uncle."

"You're welcome, nephew, please come with me." Tian Peng smiled and flew to the depths of Taihe Cave with He Heng, passing through the layers of prohibitions and magic circles, and soon came to a void. There is a towering temple, standing above the clouds, with the words "Yujing Palace" written on the tall plaque, which is simple and magnificent.

The two came to the gate of the palace one after the other, and Tian Peng stopped and said, "Headmaster, as long as he sees you this time, I will take a step first, and you can go in by yourself."

He Heng smiled and nodded to him: "Master, walk slowly."

Tianpeng also smiled at him and motioned him to go in.

He Heng walked slowly to the door of the palace, only to hear a bang, the door opened automatically, and an ethereal and majestic voice sounded beside his ear.

"You, come on!"

Taking a deep breath, with a hint of curiosity, He Heng walked into the open door, and instantly reached a tall hall.

This temple is very empty, with a radius of hundreds of feet. It is made of an unknown material. There are no beams and columns, and it is naturally separated from top to bottom.

This huge place was empty and very monotonous. He followed his gaze to the deepest part, and finally saw something different.

In front of the deepest wall, there was a towering Taoist platform with an ancient Chinese character "Tao" engraved on it, and a chair made of bronze was placed there.

Below, there are dozens of futons, two of which stand out, one on the left and one on the right, embroidered with turtles and snakes.

The other nine are arranged in four rows, and the first nine are embroidered with stars and dark purple, which is also different from the others.

"It seems that this should be the seat of the second elder turtle and snake and the elder Jiuchen respectively, and the others should be the ordinary elders." In the middle of the futon embroidered with turtle and snake patterns, it stands proudly.

At this moment, there was a wave of void, and a figure suddenly appeared on the uppermost Taoist platform.

Black and white brilliance covered his entire body, making it difficult to conceal his tall and straight posture. His dark pupils were especially deep, and his hands were unusually slender, but they were the perfect match for the divine sword around his waist.

The angular face is full of softness and majesty. These two temperaments that should be contradictory do not conflict at all in him. His handsome face revealed heroism, and his resolute eyes contained steadiness.

This is the true martial arts faction of the six schools of Xuanmen~www.readwn.com~ The contemporary headmaster of the real person, the famous Dongzhen realm powerhouse-Ling Changzhen!

Looking up at him, He Heng immediately bowed and said with awe, "Disciple He Heng has seen the headmaster."

His gaze lowered slightly, looking at the most outstanding disciple in the sect in front of him, Ling Changzhen's expression did not change at all, he sat directly on the chair he was familiar with, and said, "No need to be polite, just sit down and talk! "

As he said that, he gently waved his right hand hidden in the large sleeve, and a black and white futon immediately appeared where He Heng was standing.

"The creation of the void creates a futon in an instant, such a profound cultivation..." He Heng exclaimed in his heart, and he could naturally see from his eyes that this futon was not prepared in advance, but that Ling Changzhen arbitrarily used it at will. A piece of infuriating energy created, but it is no different from a real futon.

The cultivation represented by this moved him.

It should be noted that the futon is woven with silk threads, and its precision is by no means comparable to that of metals and stones. And Ling Changzhen just used the most subtle infuriating energy, and then directly split it into hundreds of millions of threads, made threads, and intertwined them into futons.

With awe in his heart, He Heng bowed slightly to Ling Changzhen above, sat down on the futon, and then raised his head to stare at him.

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