"That’s it."
Yue Buqun did not continue the topic of the Star Absorbing Art.
He looked around and asked, "Where did A Fei and Chong’er go again?"
"A Fei went to Sichuan."
Bai Feifei quickly replied, "It is said that the tiger problem in Sichuan has become serious again. He hunted a few vicious tigers and prepared for Yan Nanfei and his children."
Feng Buping replied, "Linghu Chong was entrusted by Hu Bugui to visit Li Xunhuan. As for the specific situation, I am not very clear."
"What a pity."
"I originally wanted to teach them the secrets of the eighth-level Hunyuan Gong."
Yue Buqun felt a little regretful.
He didn’t have so many insights this time.
But the stones from the mountain can polish the jade.
The martial arts inspiration brought by Zhu Wushi, Ren Woxing, and Xiang Wentian in these three days gave birth to a kind of insight similar to transformation and sublimation.
At least it was an epiphany of a certain martial arts path.
Through this.
Yue Buqun had a deeper understanding of other martial arts that he was studying.
For example, the understanding of Hunyuan Gong was more complete and pure.
"We can do it too."
Feng Buping and Feng Qingyang said in unison.
Looked very excited.
Yue Buqun smiled and nodded.
So.
Everyone sat on the ground.
Yue Buqun began to preach.
Teaching the secrets of the eighth-level martial arts.
It involves Hunyuan and Chunyang.
It also includes natural chaos, which is unparalleled.
This lecture took half a day.
From the rising of the autumn sun to the sunset.
From the origin and essence of Hunyuan Gong, from the first level to the eighth level.
It even involved the preliminary deduction of the ninth level in the end.
Just this one day.
The whole Huashan Mountain benefited.
The higher the realm, the deeper the perception.
And those who mainly practiced Hunyuan Gong were enlightened.
The old and new generations of Huashan Mountain.
After this day.
There was a deeper understanding and accumulation of the inner power.
The positive significance of it directly affected decades later.
Huashan Mountain was almost closed for several days because of Yue Buqun.
In addition, Yue Buqun and others admired Xiang Wentian’s character.
So the news of Xiang Wentian’s death was spread only after Xue Wuwang entered the territory of the Sun and Moon Demon Sect.
At this time.
Under the Black Wood Cliff.
Ren Yingying, with red eyes, led the new core class of the Sun Moon Demon Cult to the foot of the mountain to support Xiang Wentian’s return.
On the distant horizon.
A figure approached quickly.
Take a closer look.
He was carrying another person on his back.
Xue Wuwang.
And Xiang Wentian’s body.
Xue Wuwang rushed back from Huashan carrying Xiang Wentian’s body.
Five days and five nights.
Never sleep.
When he saw Ren Yingying and others coming to greet him.
He finally slowed down his pace.
"Welcome the leader back to the mountain"
The elders, incense masters, and flag masters all knelt down.
Xiang Wentian reorganized the Sun and Moon Demon Sect when it was falling apart and existed in name only.
So he is supreme in the eyes of this generation of disciples of the Demon Sect.
And when he killed the former abbot of Shaolin, Master Fangzheng, who was known as the "Thousand-Handed Tathagata" in the martial arts world, his fame was even more prosperous.
Now he died in battle.
He fell in the challenge to the throne of the world’s number one.
But he died extremely gloriously.
It is the highest dignity of a warrior.
He is fully qualified to win their kneeling.
"Uncle Xiang."
Ren Yingying rushed over with a sad tone.
She looked at Xiang Wentian’s still relieved smile, and all the words in her throat were choked.
"Master."
"Master Xiang died with a smile."
Xue Wuwang was afraid that Ren Yingying would do something stupid, causing the Sun Moon Demon Sect to be leaderless and fall into civil strife again.
She quickly reminded him.
"He…" (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
Ren Yingying wanted to ask, but didn’t know how to ask.
"Master Xiang once said to his subordinates…"
"He has been fighting for the Holy Church all his life, and the last battle was just for himself."
Xue Wuwang continued to enlighten her.
Xiang Wentian spent the last month or so with Xue Wuwang.
So Xue Wuwang heard a lot of stories he had never heard before.
Including Xiang Wentian’s innermost thoughts.
"Then…"
"Okay."
Ren Yingying’s energy must have been drained.
She couldn’t get angry anymore.
"Master."
"This is what Master Xiang asked his subordinates to give you."
Xue Wuwang took out Xiang Wentian’s martial arts notebook.
Although Xiang Wentian gave it to Xue Wuwang. []
But Xue Wuwang felt that Ren Yingying needed it more.
Especially, it also recorded a lot of analysis about the Star Absorbing Art.
Xue Wuwang knew that only the Master, or the Deputy Master, the Saint, and other people of respected status could practice the Star Absorbing Art.
People like him were not qualified to touch it.
As for whether he copied it or memorized it, only God and the earth knew, and he himself knew.
"Hmm."
Ren Yingying was in no mood to read this now.
She wanted to pick up Xiang Wentian.
But Xue Wuwang refused.
"Master."
"I have carried him for five days and five nights. Please let me carry him for the last leg."
Xue Wuwang begged.
Be consistent.
This is Xue Wuwang.
"Okay."
Ren Yingying gave way.
She said nothing more and followed Xue Wuwang silently.After.
And the other disciples of the Demon Cult followed behind.
Collectively sent Xiang Wentian on his last journey.
But…
The turmoil caused by Xiang Wentian continued.
Especially Northern Shaolin.
At this moment, they just felt like clowns.
Became the foil of Huashan and the Demon Cult.
A laughing stock of the entire martial arts world.
"Brother Abbot."
Miao Shan, one of the Four Wonders of Shaolin, looked at Miao Di suspiciously.
Miao Kong and Miao En also looked embarrassed.
The prestige of Northern Shaolin for more than a thousand years.
In their generation, it is the lowest.
"It’s okay."
"The disputes in the martial arts world are not something that happens overnight."
Over the years, Miao Di has been smoothed out and learned to be patient.
He didn’t make a big fuss about Fang Zheng’s death before. (Wang Nuo’s)
Not to mention now.
“Northern and Southern Shaolin are one.”
“Now we have a martial arts master in Shaolin, and the skills of our two brothers, Liaokong and Liaofan, are improving day by day.”
Miao Di said, “In time, our Shaolin will surely restore its former glory.”
“But that is Southern Shaolin after all.”
“Yes, a forger must be strong himself.”
Miao Kong and Miao En whispered.
“I know.”
“But my temple has accumulated nothing.”
Miao Di smiled bitterly and said, “Master Fang Sheng has already died, Master Fang Ci doesn’t care about the secular world, and I need at least three or four years of accumulation to challenge the Grandmaster realm.”
The other three Miao were collectively disappointed.
He bowed his head and said nothing.
The atmosphere was heavy.
"Let’s do this."
"I’ll invite Junior Brother Miao Feng back."
Miao Di suddenly gritted his teeth.
It seemed that he had done something that violated the ancestral rules.
As expected.
The other three Miao’s eyes widened. .
