Zhou Botong chatted happily, and the Quanzhen Seven Sons were naturally also happy. Lin Qingxuan knew that Brother Zhou's words were definitely not polite.

In addition, he was indeed the best in martial arts when fighting alone on Mount Hua on the Western Front. Lin Qingxuan thought of the girl who was waiting impatiently in the ancient tomb of Zhongnan Mountain. Without refusing to be polite, he stepped forward to greet Hong Qigong and

Huang Yaoshi saluted and expressed his thanks.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong have practiced diligently for twenty-five years since their first failure in the Huashan sword debate. One of them never married, and the other of them lost his wife due to illness. They devoted almost all their time to practicing, except for honing their internal skills.

, the rest of the time was spent thinking hard about how to create a unique martial arts to defeat the other three.

What both of them thought was that after Wang Chongyang's death, they only needed to work harder than the other three to win the first place in the second sword debate.

But I didn't expect that Zhou Botong had made great progress in martial arts in more than ten years. Not only did he create miraculous skills, but he also learned the Nine Yin Manual.

You'll be able to outshine them.

Beibei Hong Qigong and Dongxie Yaoshihuang's twenty-five years of hard work have been in vain. Therefore, no matter how open-minded the two masters of Beibei and Dongxie are, they are always in a bad mood and feel a little empty.

Huang Rongbingxue was smart and realized that her mentor and father were not enjoying themselves, so she pulled the two of them along and talked about interesting things.

When Hong Qigong thought about the delicious delicacies he would have to taste when he went down the mountain, he immediately forgot everything. He laughed and said: "Brother Yao, the best martial arts in the world belongs to Master Qingxuan, but I dare say that the cooking skills are the best in the world."

We are here now."

Huang Yaoshi also smiled slightly, held his daughter and Hong Qigong in his arms, and said, "Then let's go down the mountain."

Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi left without saying anything. Guo Jing, who knew the rules and observed etiquette, hurriedly went to say goodbye to Zhou Botong and his wife, and then to the Quanzhen Eighth Sons to say goodbye.

Lin Qingxuan saw that Guo Jing was only three or four years older than him. He didn't have a golden finger like Tian Yanjing, and he didn't have any foresight. He just relied on his good fortune to start practicing martial arts at the age of six, and he has been practicing martial arts for more than ten years.

It is really rare to reach the level of the first person under the Five Ultimates.

However, the most rare thing about Guo Jing is his chivalrous spirit - "The great chivalrous person serves the country and the people."

Lin Qingxuan himself devoted himself to Taoism and only sought immortality. He had neither the intention nor the ability to care about the change of dynasties. However, he knew that the future war between Mongolia and Song Dynasty would also be a human tragedy. He couldn't bear it and was ready to do something.

Thinking that Guo Jing would stay in Xiangyang City for decades in the future, Lin Qingxuan sighed and was the first to step forward to help Guo Jing up.

Looking at the honest young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him, Lin Qingxuan smiled and said: "Guo Jing, you have a kind heart and serve the people wholeheartedly. From now on, you will definitely be a banner of the righteous way of our martial arts in the Central Plains. Pindao practices in the Zixiao Palace of Wudang Mountain. If you are

When you get to Xiangyang, you must meet me face to face. If you have any difficult requests, just say it’s okay.”

Guo Jing was deeply moved when he heard what he said. He bowed deeply and said, "Thank you very much, Master Lin. I will keep it in my heart."

Lin Qingxuan nodded slightly, and Guo Jing handed over to the Quanzhen Eighth Sons again before turning around and going down the mountain.

At this time, the top of Huashan Mountain was completely dark. Fortunately, the stars and moon were bright, and everyone was a master of martial arts and had sharp ears and eyes, so they could see clearly.

When Qiu Chuji saw that only the Quanzhen Eight Sons, Zhou Botong, and Yinggu were all left on the top of the mountain, he stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Junior brother Lin, you have won the title of No. 1 in the world this time. Your mentor is alive in heaven."

It must be extremely gratifying.”

Wang Chuyi also chuckled and said: "Yes, since the death of our mentor, we have been worried about Ouyang Feng's comeback. We practice hard every day, and everyone has mastered the Tonggui Sword Technique, and we don't dare to fight in the affairs of the vast Taoist sects.

Do it vigorously.

He also knew that his martial arts was not the best in the world, and he was afraid of attracting the great master to humiliate his sect. But now, Junior Brother Lin has inherited the mantle of his mentor. Not only has he mastered the innate skills, he has become the best in the world, and he has also defeated Ouyang Feng's toad.

Thanks, our Quanzhen Sect has once again faced a serious threat, and its momentum of great success is irreversible!"

The rest of the disciples also showed joy on their faces and raised their hands to Ma Yu in unison: "Brother, Master, there is no way to change my path to great prosperity."

Ma Yu was the most humble person, but at this time he was no longer polite. He waved his whisk and said: "Quan Zhen is greatly prosperous and Zhenli Taoist sect is prosperous. After I return, I can recruit more disciples and promote Taoism."

The other seven disciples all bowed together and saluted, saying: "I sincerely obey the decree of my senior fellow disciple."

Ma Yu personally supported Lin Qingxuan with his own hands to prevent him from saluting. Then he pulled him to Zhou Botong and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, I have to ask you to make the final decision on something."

Zhou Botong had the most trouble dealing with anything. He looked bitter and waved his hands: "Your Quanzhen Master was personally passed down by my senior brother. Just make your own decisions on everything."

Ma Yu pointed at Lin Qingxuan and said: "Uncle Zhou, Junior Brother Lin is the successor disciple you introduced to your mentor. He has now learned Xiantian Kung Fu and made great contributions to our teaching. He is also the best master in the world. I

The great rise of True Religion is unstoppable.

Junior Brother Lin's martial arts are ten times better than mine, and his Taoist cultivation is no longer inferior to mine, so I want to pass on the Quanzhen Master to Junior Brother Lin. You are the only elder in my teaching, so I have to ask for your advice on this matter."

Zhou Botong laughed and said: "Brother Lin is simply the reincarnation of my senior brother. It would be great for him to be the head coach. I agree."

Ma Yu turned around and looked at Lin Qingxuan with a smile, and said: "Junior Brother Lin, the future of our Quanzhen Sect depends on you."

Although Lin Qingxuan had long known that Senior Brother Ma Yu intended to pass the position of headmaster to him in the future, he never expected that it would be now.

Lin Qingxuan has no objections to being the headmaster of Quanzhen, and even has some vague expectations. However, Ma Yu is only over sixty years old now, and the youngest of the other disciples Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, and Sun Buer are still less than fifty. Quanzhen

The Seven Sons are now in their prime, the Quanzhen Sect has no strong enemies at the moment, and the seven of them are quite advanced in martial arts. There is no problem in being in charge of the Holy See for another ten or twenty years.

Lin Qingxuan thought about it again and again, but bowed and said: "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Master. However, our sect is about to flourish. It is time for it to blossom everywhere and recruit disciples. You will continue to sit in the Chongyang Palace and coordinate in the middle. The seven of us will go to the Lower Court Dojo.

Business is the right way.

I am so young and ignorant, how can I control the Quanzhen Sect's major undertakings of pioneering, innovating, and expanding its territory? You have to be the master teacher to take the helm. I only need to run a good life in Wudang Mountain and make some achievements before worrying about it.

stop."

Lin Qingxuan's words were so accurate that Ma Yu didn't know how to respond for a moment. Qiu Chuji said with a smile: "Junior brother Lin said the same thing. Senior brother, we are all brothers. What's the point of being one day early and one day late? Just listen to junior brother Lin. Although he

He is young but also prudent. He has to make some achievements in the dojo of Zixiao Palace before he can gain experience in taking over the sect, so he should wait a few more years."

Ma Yu thought for a moment and smiled slightly, and said: "I'm too hasty for my brother's sake. Let's discuss this matter later. Let's go back to Chongyang Palace to discuss a charter for the general sect."

All the disciples agreed in unison, and Ma Yu asked Zhou Botong and Ying Gu to return to Chongyang Palace to recover from their injuries.

Zhou Botong just shook his head, pulled Lin Qingxuan, and said with a smile: "My injury will be healed in less than three days. Brother, I will take Yinggu to Changshou Valley first. Don't forget to find us."

After Zhou Botong finished speaking, he took Yinggu's hand and walked down the mountain in a hurry. The way he ran away seemed to be afraid that the Quanzhen Seventh Son would bother him again.

Although Lin Qingxuan in Changshou Valley used Qimen Dunjia to prevent strangers from intruding, he expected Yinggu to know a little bit about it, so the two of them could get in. Thinking of this, Lin Qingxuan did not stop him and allowed the two of them to disappear.

.

The Seven Quanzhen disciples couldn't help but smile when they saw their uncle's appearance.

Wang Chu smiled and said: "Uncle Zhou is childlike and innocent. If he hadn't been so naive, he probably wouldn't have reached the level of a great master."

It was already midnight, and the dark clouds in the sky covered the moon, making the top of the mountain pitch black.

Although it was pitch black on the top of Mount Huashan in the middle of the night, and the cold wind was howling horribly, the Quanzhen Eighth Sons were all Taoist masters, so they had no fear of scary scenes, not to mention that at this time, Qingxuan Zhenren of our sect had won the first place in martial arts.

No. Guangdaquanzhenjiao is at your fingertips, and Bazi is even more handsome, chatting and laughing as he walks down the mountain.

The eight people came down from the top of the mountain all the way. Even though it was late at night and heavy with frost, after all, the skilled people were brave. Even the iron rope and the cliff edge were easily passed. When they reached Shansun Pavilion, they were at the foot of Huashan Mountain. They only needed to go again.

It takes half an hour to walk completely out of the Huashan gorge.

At this time, the eastern sky was slightly bright, and the Quanzhen Eighth Sons were sitting in the Shansun Pavilion to rest.

The Mongols are gaining momentum, and the fall of the Jin Kingdom seems to be just around the corner. I am afraid that the Mongols will continue to go south to attack the Song Dynasty next. Ma Yu and others are talking about how to help the world, recruit disciples, and maintain peace. Suddenly, they see something in the distance.

Two young men came walking quickly, showing impressive dexterity in their movements.

As I got closer, I saw clearly that one was wearing a black preacher's robe and the other was wearing a gray scholar's shirt. They were actually two handsome young men of the same age.

The two young men were talking and walking, and seemed to be quite speculative. They arrived in front of Shansun Pavilion in a short while.

At this time, it was dim and unclear before dawn. The young master in Confucian shirt pointed to the pavilion in front of him and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao, I heard that Huashan Shansun Pavilion was built by Patriarch Chen Tuan at that time. We might as well go in and take a look.

.”

The young man in black robes looked up at the towering Huashan Mountain and said: "I don't know if my master has already competed with other senior masters. Brother Lu, let's go up the mountain first. We will take a good look after seeing the grand scene of the sword debate in Huashan Mountain."

Let’s take a tour.”

"That's exactly what it is." The Confucian Master nodded in agreement, and then the two of them prepared to go straight past the Shansun Pavilion and onto the Huashan Mountain Road.

Suddenly the sky suddenly turned bright, and a ray of morning sun shone on the eastern sky. The two of them suddenly saw eight Taoists in Taoist robes sitting in the Shansun Pavilion surrounded by twelve large dragon vines. They were seven men and one woman.

Their beards and hair are gray, some have black beards and hair, but everyone is smiling and their posture is majestic.

Mr. Lu suddenly saw him and thought he was seeing an immortal. He was speechless and speechless. However, the young Taoist named Zhao next to him bowed respectfully and kowtowed: "Disciple, please pay homage to Master Master, Master Tan, Master Liu, Master Qiu, Master Wang, and Master Hao.

Uncle Sun, pay homage to my mentor..."

Lin Qingxuan smiled and said: "This is my seventh disciple Zhao Zhiyan. I wanted to bring him to Huashan to see the world, but unexpectedly I met Qiu Qianren chasing Brother Zhou and came here first."

On the way down the mountain, the Quanzhen Seventh Son also heard from Lin Qingxuan that he had accepted seven disciples in Zixiao Palace. When he saw that the person in front of him was the clan surnamed Zhao, he smiled and nodded.

"Brother Lu, these eight are the masters of my Quanzhen Sect. This is Master Danyang..."

Zhao Zhiyan thought he had to climb Mount Huashan to see his master. Unexpectedly, he saw the Eighth Sons of Quanzhen as soon as he entered the mountain. He was so happy that he said to the Confucian scholars beside him before he even got up.

The young man also hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Junior Lu Zhanyuan pays homage to eight real people."

On August 15th of the year before last, the Quanzhen Seven Sons were preparing to fight Sha Tongtian and others at Yanyu Tower in Jiaxing. They had also heard that there had been a rising star in the martial arts in Jiangnan in recent years, and as a result, he had created a huge reputation in Jiangnan.

It is said to be "two Lujiazhuangs in the south of the Yangtze River".

The owner of Lujiazhuang in Jiaxing was Lu Zhanyuan in front of him. The Quanzhen Seventh Son stood up and returned the courtesy. Lin Qingxuan also stood up and helped Lu Zhanyuan up personally. It took three successes to help Lu Zhanyuan. Lu Zhanyuan did not use his strength to resist, but stood up with the force.

Got up.

Lin Qingxuan smiled slightly, knowing that this man's internal strength was not inferior to that of Zhao Zhiyan, but it was not the Taoist way. He activated the Tianyan Mirror and took a look, and said with a smile: "Your basic Shaolin martial arts is really not bad."

Lu Zhanyuan was shocked when he heard this. Just as he was about to speak, he stumbled back a step. Only then did he realize that Qingxuan's power could be maintained for such a long time. It was really a miraculous skill. No wonder he could "conquer three pure things with one breath".

The three master craftsmen are very good.
To be continued...