Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 884

Lin Chongyang has basically not used Shengtian Mingling since he got it. His words are much more useful than tokens, so during the more than [-] years of his succession, it has been eating ashes.

After learning about Xia Chenglin's growth from his wife, Master Lin thought about it for a while, then made a decision to hand it over to his disciples in advance.

As he said, this is also a test for disciples.

Normally, Lin Chongyang had to make the decision on all major matters, but if Xia Chenglin chose to take over Sheng Tian Ming's order, he would be required to think and make decisions on all major matters, truly responsible for the rise and fall of the line.

In this way, there is only one succession ceremony before Xia Chenglin's official succession, so there is no rush.

This move is undoubtedly a kind of affirmation for the parties concerned, even if Xia Chenglin has grown up and is able to take care of himself, he will even formally start a family in the near future.

He is still a child in front of his elders, just like Lin Chongyang back then, and he hopes that his elders will recognize and support him.

At least, before today, his mentality has always been like this.

"Thank you, Master."

To calm down the turbulent emotions in his heart, Xia Chenglin raised his hand and received the order from Shengtian. This token, which seems to be only the size of a palm, is very heavy, but he believes that he can bear it and will not disappoint everyone.

"No, just don't make trouble for me." As he said that, Lin Chongyang melted another book and threw it over: "You turn around and give this to Luo Han, and let her watch it. If you don’t understand something, send a letter to Senior Sister.”

In terms of medical skills, it is natural to find a senior sister, but he can't teach it, and it's definitely not because he finds it troublesome.

Xia Chenglin put away Shengtian Mingling, took the book, flipped through a few pages, and understood what the master said. The difficulty of the first and second chapters was moderate, and the second chapter was relatively advanced and obscure, requiring a little foundation.

Moreover, there is a large operable space left in it.

He said: "On behalf of Luohan, I would like to thank Master for your concern."

Master's act of paving the way for them, based on his experience, he can't fail to see it. Under this premise, martial arts itself is secondary.

"Just do it when you see it. Do I need your thank you?" Lin Chongyang raised his eyebrows lightly.

Xia Chenglin nodded slightly: "Disciple understands."

"..." Lin Chongyang seemed to think of something, hesitated to speak, and finally said directly: "Forget it, let's figure it out."

Since they all chose to entrust Shengtian Mingling to him, they should not treat him like a child like before, and should leave him more space to play freely and let him play freely.

The thought was quick and firm, and Lin Chongyang didn't help his disciples make plans anymore.

The predecessors worked hard for half their lives, not just to make the journey of future generations easier. Now, he personally handed over the results to the successors.

"Do whatever you want, but remember, we will always be behind you."

After finishing speaking, Lin Chongyang turned around and walked out, leaving behind Xia Chenglin who was standing in the hall, hesitant to speak, but didn't know what to say.

Although what happened here today was a bit sudden and unexpected, but no matter what, from this moment on, his image in the eyes of the elders will begin to change to that of an adult.

"Xia Chenglin, you have to shoulder the future of the lineage of Confucianism and Mingde."

After a while, such a sentence echoed in the Palace of Cuixin.

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The golden sun was sinking, and the radiance of the setting sun fell on the face of the person. The shadow made the expression on the face more blurred, and the lanterns on the side of the road were also lit on time, making the dark environment bright again.

"The mountains and forests are bright and the bells are ringing in Guangshu, and the sound of Confucianism can't be concealed by the faint;

The leisurely poetry sounds a little more emotional, and also a little more relaxed.

Lin Chongyang walked slowly on the road, and not long after, he met someone who was waiting for him at first sight, the playwright of Yongye.

As soon as they met, they heard: "Have you sent someone to deal with Shiliu Island and the remaining tribes of the Eight Qi evil gods in the Eastern Emperor Xuanzhou?"

"You have received the news, it seems that his actions are not small." Lin Chongyang said calmly, and there was no surprise in his words.

After all, it was expected long ago, but he has not followed up.

Playwright Yong Ye frowned and said, "Shiliu Island, Beixie Island, Longevity Tree, and even Dongying, there has been a figure of a person, and the overseas situation has also been affected by his actions, causing turmoil again."

"It's enough to achieve the goal, don't tell me that you still care about these."

Regarding Xianzong Wuming's overseas actions, it can be seen from Lin Chongyang's lack of follow-up that he didn't care from the beginning to the end.

Because he believed in the other party's ability to solve the problem.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing the other party's ambiguity, Yong Ye's words were a little more questioning.

The answer he got was a bit beyond his expectation: "Someone will take over the matters related to the remnant of Baqi, so you can have more time to stay with Yu Xiaoyao, and you don't need to worry about other things."

At the same time as he spoke, Lin Chongyang looked up and down at the person in front of him, with expectations and understanding in his eyes.

During the Battle of Blood River, in addition to going to the Valley of the Wind, Doomsday Seventeen also went overseas for a mission to check for the existence of the evil spirits in the outer waters of Sheliu Island.

Then, they stripped away the cocoon and traced it to Beixie Island, and found the descendants of the eight old tribes such as Dianliu and Xuanliu. The two sides went through a bloody battle.

Later, he was successful in practice, and spread disease with seeds of hope as he did in the world of elves, and then used another identity to create a savior to approach them. He also met An Qian, the younger brother of An Yu, and deliberately made friends to pay attention to whether the eight tribes were resurrected. intelligence.

Of the seven phases of Earth and Pluto, now there is nothing left to deceive Ses II, the playwright of Xiang Yong Ye, and the god of killing Xiang Mingming.

Beixie Island is closely related to the deception phase. Once this matter is resolved, the deception phase will also disappear, and the schizophrenia of Doomsday Seventeen will be further healed and reduced to two personalities.

"You..." The forever playwright gritted his teeth upon hearing this.

"Brother Anxi is now under your control, if you can't solve it by yourself after researching, you can come to me.

As for the identity of the person who did it, I think you should have checked the handwriting left by Xuanzun Jiutian during this period of time. Even if it didn't fully explain the past, it still left some clues. "

This is an inevitable thing, Xuanzun Jiutian must have left behind, but the role he can play now is limited.

As a dead person, he doesn't have to worry about the living. The remaining value of Jun Xuanyuan is at least one Yunhai Xianmen higher than this senior whose ashes don't know how much is left.

Lin Chongyang walked up to the playwright of Yong Ye, stretched out his hands to touch several major points on his body, cleaned up the dark wounds caused by the erosion of blood and darkness, and at the same time replenished the true energy that covered the body:

"In the current situation, you no longer need to use the power of blood darkness to practice. This thing is poison before it is dealt with, and you can use it as little as possible."

(End of this chapter)