…

"Okay, Lao Qi, if you have any difficulties, don't talk about it.

Your master and I know your character well, and we know that we will never betray Qingyun.

We believe in you!"

"Your wife already believes in you. What can I do? I believe in you!"

Wuji burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you so much, master, for your trust in me."

"What nonsense are you talking about? One family does not speak the language of two families.

You didn’t have to tell us, but you told us without reservation, so why should we not believe you?”

…

the next day

The Yi Jiazi Qingyun Martial Arts Competition has begun in full swing.

To be honest, it took half a day. To say slow? Wuji has only watched a few games.

Half a day passed, and everyone in Dazhu Peak was smiling, especially Tian Buyi, who was smiling at everyone.

Suru also seemed to be in a very good mood, and even looked at the disciples who usually hated iron but not steel, and they were too pleased with her.

Because this time, Dazhufeng stole the show.

Not only did Dongfang Bai, a genius from the heavenly realm, join Dazhu Peak, Wuji broke through to the realm of the Shangqing and was awarded the position of the Elder of the Master by Daoxuan.

Among the sixty-three Huiwu disciples, he is Dazhufeng Song Daren, He Dazhi, Tian Linger, Wu Dayi, Zheng Dali, Lu Daxin, Du Bishu, plus Zhang Xiaofan who has a bye.

Eight people, all won, and all advanced to the top thirty-two.

"Congratulations to Junior Brother Tian. This time at Dazhu Peak, you really shine in the limelight."

"Haha, thank you so much, Senior Brother, this is all the credit of the disciples."

"Tian Buyi, are you too fake?

What's so great about it is that reaching the top 32 is not about being strong, but being in the final four or even the championship is truly strong.

I’m afraid you don’t mean what you say, and what you’re thinking about is who asked them to have you as a famous teacher, right?”

"Hmph, Cangsong, I'm so proud, what can you do?

Unlike you, there are groups of disciples in the entire Longshou Peak. How many of them are among the thirty-two strong ones?

I remember it was only Senior Nephew Qi and Senior Nephew Lin Jingyu, right?

You don’t usually only teach these two people, do you? The others are also your disciples.”

"Tian Buyi, you..."

"Okay, we are hundreds of years old, why do we keep arguing when we meet? We are not afraid of the younger generations laughing at us."

"Senior brother, you also know that there are times when it's not Cang Song who is looking for trouble. Junior brother, I can't bear it."

…

Dazhufeng himself won every game, so he naturally celebrated happily.

Wuji withdrew halfway, came to Hongqiao, and then slowly headed towards the back mountain of Tongtian Peak and the Ancestral Hall of the Patriarch.

Looking at the many spiritual tablets of Patriarch Qingyun enshrined in the ancestral hall, Wuji bowed respectfully.

Then he sat quietly in the wheelchair, looking at the spotless spiritual throne. He was looking forward to it, but he knew that the two great kings Qingyun, Daoxuan Prime Minister Qingyun, and Wan Jianyi were hiding here and dying in their old age.

Swish

Swish

Swish

Wuji looked up and saw an old man carefully cleaning the courtyard behind the ancestral hall.

The old man continued to sweep the fallen leaves as if nothing had happened.

Although every broom is ordinary, upon closer inspection, it appears extraordinary.

Every time the broom is used, large tracts of fallen leaves or dust around it involuntarily gather in one place.

After a while, they arrived at the ancestral hall.

"Young man, good at cultivation, you are a disciple of Qingyun? Why did you come to the ancestor's ancestral hall?"

Although the old man knew Wuji and knew that he was a peerless monster, he pretended not to know him.

"Senior has given me the prize, but this level of cultivation is not worth mentioning. The road is long and long, and I will search for it high and low.

The junior Tian Buyi, the leader of Dazhu Peak, sat down and the seventh disciple Dao Wuji paid homage to the senior."

"As a young man with a good heart, you will achieve limitless achievements in the future just because you are neither arrogant nor impetuous and are proactive.

As for Tian Buyi? Among the seven leaders, he is considered a talent!"

"Thank you for your praise, senior. How advanced is your cultivation?"

"Oh? What kind of cultivation can I, an old man who sweeps the floor, do? Young hero, you are just talking nonsense, right?"

Although the old man sweeping the floor remained calm, he was hiding deep shock.

He lamented that he was indeed a peerless evildoer, his eyes were so vicious, he could actually see the mystery of what he was doing.

"Uh...! Maybe, senior, please forgive me.

Under the influence of the disciple, the senior gave the disciple the same feeling as Master Daoxuan.

And throughout the past few hundred years of Qingyun, outstanding disciples all hold high positions and are regarded as respected members of the same lineage.

Rumor has it that a hundred years ago, there was a peerless genius in Qingyun, who was ranked as the two proudest geniuses in Qingyun along with Master Daoxuan. However, for some unknown reason, it was said that the senior was executed as a warning to others.

Now it seems that Uncle Daoxuan is not a heartless person, but he dares to brazenly brazenly..."

"Haha, what a smart young man. Since you have guessed it, what else can the old man say?

Senior Brother Daoxuan, you have been watching for so long, isn't it time to show up?"

"Ah, is this really true? Disciple Wuji, pay homage to Master Wan and meet Master Master."

"Wuji, I didn't expect that you could see through my layout for hundreds of years.

It's really amazing. At least, compared to Junior Brother Wan and I, we are both ashamed.

At best, we can only surpass geniuses like Zeng Shushu and Lu Xueqi, and even if we surpass them, we cannot surpass them by much."

"Indeed!"

"Thank you very much, Master Master. Uncle Wan deserves the award, but I feel ashamed to deserve it.

The disciples did not expect that they would come to the ancestor's ancestral hall to worship the ancestor on a whim.

He unexpectedly discovered the mystery under Master Wan's broom.

Although Uncle Wan looked at the old age of Fengzhu, there were traces of sharpness in the process of Uncle Wan sweeping the floor.

Now it’s just a matter of returning to nature, returning to nature, and returning to the ordinary.”

Daoxuan nodded, and then warned: "You just need to know this, don't declare it.

Although Zhengdao works together on the surface, secretly, the competition is also very cruel."

"Yes, Master, don't worry, this disciple knows."

Dao Xuan: "Junior brother, Wuji and Dongfang Bai, you also know these two people, now I let them serve as Qingyun's elders.

While teaching and supervising Qingyun disciples, the other purpose is to hope that this can promote the enterprising spirit of those disciples.

In the future, we will all be on the verge of death, so let’s make some adjustments to our arrangements.”

Wan Jianyi: "Haha, now I am just a person who has been swept away from the ancestor's ancestral hall. It is up to my senior brother to decide what arrangements I have. I trust my senior brother's vision to make decisions.

Facts have proved that, senior brother, you are indeed the master of the sect. Over the past hundred years, the wounds from the war between good and evil a hundred years ago have not only been filled and restored.

Today, the Qingyun Sect is firmly positioned as the leader of the righteous path in the vast land of China.

These are all due to my senior brother’s skillful leadership and wise decision-making.”

Daoxuan: "With these words from junior brother, senior brother feels that everything is worth it.

Qingyun gave birth to me, raised me, and developed and expanded his family. This is what is natural."

"Uncle, if that's the case, then I'm resigning."
Chapter completed!