The next day, Xianyu Tong got up early in the morning, practiced the sword and palm techniques for two hours, and then went to pay homage to the master. Yao Daochang lived in the backyard of the "Ziqi Donglaitang" in the lobby of Huashan School. The two children serving in the yard saw that the second senior brother was coming, and hurriedly reported to the head. After a while, he came out and said, "Second Brother, the head of the sect let you in."

Xian Yutong bowed to the boy and thanked him, then quickly walked in. As soon as he entered the house, he saw his master Yao Daochang lying on the desk and writing.

Yao Daochang is not yet in his 60s this year, but he looks like he is full of white hair and is old and is at least in his seventies. It is just because he suffered a series of battles with a master when he was in his prime and injured his vitality foundation. Therefore, his skill decline in recent years has been very serious, so he looks older and older.

Seeing Xian Yutong kneeling to pay his respects, Yao Daochang coughed and said, "Tong'er, you are a child raised by your teacher. Since your family was hit by the traitors ten years ago, you have been taking you up the mountain. You have always respected the teacher and practiced hard, and have been in love with Zhu'er. Therefore, it is most suitable to inherit my mantle. I hope you will abide by the righteous path in the future and flourish Mount Hua, so that I can still smile in the future if I die."

The more Yao Daochang spoke, the more serious he became. Finally, he looked at Xian Yutong with bright eyes, as if he was faintly desolate.

Xian Yutong was shocked when he heard this and said in panic: "Master, you are sure to live a hundred years old. What kind of virtue can your disciple be? How dare you have the hope of inheriting Master's Dharma?"

Yao Daochang waved his hand and said, "In recent days, I was restless and my emotions were changing. I often got angry for no reason. Therefore, I deliberately dug it out last night. The hexagram is Lihuo. I sighed, looking at this hexagram, I will not have long life..."

Although Yao Daochang has not become a monk, he is a Taoist lay Buddhist. Since he was injured, he has become more and more proficient in numerology and astrology. Now that he has become more and more profound in his divination and calculation, he is much more open-minded and has a Taoist free atmosphere.

“Master…”

Xian Yutong was still about to speak, but Yao Daochang sighed: "Since the founder of the ancestor Guangningzi, my Huashan Sect has combined the Xiyi Sect, which is a genius in Huashan Yinxian. There are senior experts who study martial arts classics and follow the masters and backgrounds. This sect is really not weaker than other sects. It's a pity that there is no excellent genius who inherits the past and opens the future. You have five brothers and brothers in one fell swoop. Except for you and your elder brother, you are the only two people who are expected to surpass your master's cultivation. Therefore, I rely on you the most in the past. Some time ago, your senior brother was assassinated by the Demon Cult, and your martial arts skills have not yet come true, but I am not as good as you every day. Nowadays, I can't calm down. I just hope that the ancestor will bless you..."

"Please rest assured, Master, my disciple will practice hard. I will never let you down your wishes!" Xian Yutong roared hoarsely and lowly with tears in his eyes.

"I have chosen a good day for you. It is better to get married on the fifth day of next month. I have sent you, Mr. Yue and Mr. Chen to prepare. Brother Deng and Mr. Deng and others will invite experts to visit the ceremony. I have not told Zhu'er yet, you, discuss it and prepare early!" Yao Daochang seemed tired after saying that, so he turned around and meditated on the cushion and rested. Xian Yutong slowly retreated and then walked out.

"Senior Brother!" Xian Yutong thought about things while walking, and suddenly heard a simple and pleasant voice in his ear. He looked up and saw a slim and well-proportioned girl with bright and radiant eyes looking at him with a smile.

It is the only daughter of the master, his junior sister Yao Mingzhu. Junior Sister Yao is four years younger than him. Although she is not as beautiful as a national beauty, she is also delicate and cute. Especially her eyes are bright and quite charming. Although Xian Yutong had the utilitarian intention of being the head of the sect before, she really likes Junior Sister Yao.

But at this time, Xian Yutong had no feelings for Yao Mingzhu. She just looked at Yao Mingzhu's figure and appearance, and nodded in her heart: Although it was for the position of leader, this girl has a bit of beauty and a good figure. It would be a good loss to marry her.

"Senior Brother, what are you looking at? Is there anything dirty on my face?" Although Yao Mingzhu is young, she is capable and polite. She has long regarded Xian Yutong as her fiancé in her heart. When she saw her senior brother constantly looking at her, her face turned red and she asked.

Although Xianyutong was not a slick person in the past, he was also eloquent and very popular with women. At this time, Xianyutong was far better than before, and smiled and said, "It's not that I haven't come back for two years. I can't help but want to look at my good junior sister more. I miss you day and night!"

Yao Mingzhu asked with a smile when she heard this, "Senior Brother, do you really miss me?"

"Of course, sages have a saying that they can eat without meat, not live without pearls. I cannot live with my junior sister on the mountain. Even eating dragon meat is tasteless!" Xian Yutong patted his chest and asked, "Junior sister, do you miss your senior brother?"

"Good mouth and smooth tongue!" Yao Mingzhu spat with a red face, then Qiu Bo looked at Xian Yutong with a low voice, "Of course I think a little..."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end he could hardly hear it. Even so, Yao Mingzhu was so embarrassed that her face turned red and turned around and was about to escape. Xian Yutong suddenly reached out and grabbed Yao Mingzhu's smooth little hand. Yao Mingzhu's heart was thumping.

Xian Yutong rubbed his hands with his soft skin and said with a smile: "Just just now, he has already decided on our wedding day, it is the fifth day of next month, and you are going to start preparing."

"Ah!" Although Yao Mingzhu also believed in Xian Yutong, she suddenly heard that she was going to get married next month, and she couldn't help but suddenly panic and ran away like a frightened little rabbit.

"Such a simple girl is only available in this era!" Xian Yutong felt the warmth in his hand and smiled happily.

A tense and orderly life began. Xian Yutong handled sect affairs under the leadership of his master every day. The four or five uncles and uncles who did not like Xian Yutong very much also gradually accepted Xian Yutong. The marriage between Xian Yutong, the high disciple of Huashan School, and Yao Mingzhu, the head daughter, also spread throughout the world. Several sects even sent people to send gifts in advance, all of which were jade, silk, wine, gold and silver.

Xian Yutong also wrote back letters for his master one by one, expressing his gratitude.

Xianyutong originally thought that such busy and dull days would last until after the wedding until this morning ten days before the wedding.

On that day, Xian Yutong, who was practicing swords in the yard, suddenly received news. A scholar in green clothes outside the mountain gate was cursing and asking him to go out and apologize.

When Xian Yutong heard this, he patted his forehead and thought with a bitter face: I want to ask me to settle the good things you did for you. It’s really hard to say!

After frowning for a while, Xian Yutong was afraid that his master would find out any longer, so he hurriedly used his body skills to run out. As soon as he arrived at the mountain gate, he saw thirty or four junior brothers in his twenties and thirty years old surrounding Hu Qingniu in his blue shirt with bright iron swords in his hands.

There was an iron sword thrown under Hu Qingniu's feet. Seeing that the standard was the sword of the Huashan disciple. Xian Yutong looked at it again and found that a disciple was standing aside with pain on his face.

This junior brother Lu, who was holding hands, was a disciple of Mr. Chen, a remote uncle in the sect. His martial arts were average, but he had a bad temper and was very easy to offend people. Judging from his posture, Mr. Zhang was probably rude and was snatched off the weapon by Hu Qingniu, and then stimulated the other junior brothers and made them surround Hu Qingniu.

After Xian Yutong and Hu Qingniu became sworn brothers, they spent their days together. They knew that although Hu Qingniu had excellent medical skills, his martial arts skills were not weak. Xian Yutong estimated that there were less than ten of the more than 30 brothers in this sect who could beat Hu Qingniu, so they hurriedly used their skills and shouted: "Stop with all your junior brothers!"
Chapter completed!