Zongwu: I have no fault in Yang Guo, how can I change it?

Chapter 171
Yang Guoxu closed his eyes, making it impossible for people to see his emotions, but the aura around his body became more and more low, making people feel flustered.

"Hey, we're all fine, just take care of us, don't worry about it."

Lu Wushuang said carelessly, peeking at Yang Guo out of the corner of his eye to observe his expression.

"Where's that little nun?" Yang Guo asked suddenly.

"Yilin left with the "Gentleman Sword" of the Huashan School, so she should be fine." Lu Shuangshuang explained, and then asked, "Yang Guo, you haven't said why you left yet?"

Yang Guo lowered his lips and did not answer, but walked in front of Mo Xiezi with cold eyes, "Master Mo, where is the main altar of the White Lotus Sect."

This remark just came out.

Sitting quietly on the stone bench at the side, Lu Tie, who looked extremely pale, stood in front of Lu Sanjin almost subconsciously, staring at Mo Xiezi with extreme vigilance.

Mo Xiezi looked calm, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

call--

A gust of wind suddenly blew up, and Yang Guo appeared a step away from Mo Xiezi, his eyes were stained with blood, and he stared at her, "Then what happened on the roof before, Mo Xiezi, are you going to tell Yang that you don't know?" !"

Mo Xiezi's hair stood on end, his blood contracted, he clenched the simple long sword at his waist, raised his head slightly, and looked at Yang Guo with purple eyes from time to time.

"Mr. Yang, I really don't know where the main altar of the White Lotus Sect is. Even if it is a branch altar, I don't know. I don't want to pay attention to them coming to the village a few days ago, but their skills are not as good as others..."

As if knowing that Yang Guo didn't believe it, Mo Xiezi continued:
"I won't hide it anymore. My late father was bewitched by the white lotus monster and joined this cult. I know something, so I will tell Mr. Yang today."

Mo Xiezi paused, and glanced at the silent Yang Guo, "The White Lotus Sect is different from other sects. They seldom show their faces in the Jianghu. Their whereabouts are both concealed and conspicuous. Does it feel contradictory?"

Lu Sanjin seemed to be interested, and asked, "What do you mean by being concealed and conspicuous?"

Mo Xiezi sighed softly, "Mr. Lu is from Daming in Dongzhou. You should know that Daming has designated the White Lotus Sect as a cult, and has encircled and suppressed it almost every once in a while. With such intensity, why hasn't the White Lotus Sect been destroyed?"

"Why?"

This time it was Lu Wushuang who initiated the inquiry, while Mr. Lu was still in deep thought.

Mo Xiezi took a look at Lu Wushuang, smiled and shook his head, "The White Lotus Sect is divided into ranks one to nine. The highest rank of the first rank is the lotus seat, which is also the leader, and the lowest rank of the ninth rank is for all living beings and the most basic believers.

Its beliefs are mixed, there are three religions and nine streams, rich and poor, high and low, and those who come will not be rejected.

And although they have sub-forums, most of them are ordinary people. Even if they are destroyed, as long as the fourth-rank missionaries are still there, they will soon be re-established, killing one person, one hundred people, one thousand people, But you can still kill ten thousand people, but not a million people.”

Lu Wushuang's little head turned quickly, and he said directly, "Then just kill those missionaries?"

"Words are easier said than done. The White Lotus Sect will develop new fourth-rank believers every year, and after the fourth rank dies, the third rank will come, and after the third rank dies, the second rank will come.

The second-rank "old fairy" in the White Lotus Sect knows the art of secrets, guessing that he is wearing the same pair of pants as Tianji Pavilion, if he doesn't come, he will definitely not be unprepared when he comes, it really makes people have no escape . "

Lu Wushuang sighed, "Isn't there no way to destroy this cult?"

Mo Xiezi shook his head, "Of course there is a way!"

"any solution."

Mo Xiezi looked at Yang Guo, and said quietly, "If the people in the world are happy and have a good harvest, naturally no one will join this cult."

Lu Wushuang stopped talking immediately. Although she was young, she knew what was going on in this world.

Yang Guo's expression remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, he had fought against the White Lotus Sect many times in the past two years, he already knew its power and strength, but he had no fear in his heart.

"Okay, Mr. Yang, I've told you everything I know. If there's nothing wrong, I'll deal with the business. Please feel free to do so."

After Mo Xiezi gave the order to evict the guests, he left straight away, leaving several people in the room looking at each other.

Yang Guo hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Yang will help you heal your wounds."

Lu Sanjin glanced at Yang Guo unexpectedly, not knowing what Yang Guo was going to do, "Then ask Brother Yang to make a move."

Yang Guo nodded slightly, the "Yuan Qi" in his dantian changed, and the endless, warm "Rejuvenation Qi" appeared in his palm.

When Lu Sanjin was still in doubt, Yang Guo put his palm on Lu Sanjin's "Head of the Six Suns".

Lu Sanjin's body trembled, his cheeks glowed rosy, and he let out a comfortable "Ah~", causing Lu Wushuang and Lu Tie to look at him with strange expressions.

Shaoyang rejuvenates, and all things recover.

Although Yang Guo has never learned the "Nine Suns Divine Art".

However, he knew a little about the works, he knew what the "Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu" and "Emei Nine Suns Kung Fu" were about, in addition to the "Shaoyang Rejuvenation Chapter" left by Lin Chaoying, and the "Shenzhao Sutra" gifted by Ding Dian.

It was not too difficult for Yang Guo to heal his injuries quickly.

It can even be said that there is no secret to the current Yang Guo about the internal strength in this world, as long as he has seen it, he can trust it.

Using this to heal everyone's injuries, Yang Guo slowly recovered.

With rosy cheeks and faint luster, Lu Tie felt the warm and comfortable body, and the smile on his face was even bigger.

"Mr. Yang has this skill, he will become a doctor in the future, and he is also a master of apricot forest."

"Healing injuries with internal strength, although it can quickly heal the injury, it will consume vitality, which is not the right way. If the constitution is weak, it is not advisable."

The three of them froze in unison.

Lu Sanjin, "Brother Yang, how are you? Take a break, I'll ask someone to bring some nourishing medicine."

Lu Wushuang was quite guilty, "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't let you heal your injuries. Now it's all right. Your vitality hasn't recovered yet, and now it's getting worse..."

"Mr. Yang's great kindness, I will never forget it, please accept my respect."

……

Seeing the three of them like this, Yang Guo paused, knowing that they had misunderstood, he said slowly, "It's your vitality that's being consumed, not Yang's, so don't worry."

The three of them shut up with embarrassing expressions on their faces.

Yang Guo looked calm, pondered for a moment, and said slowly, "Master Lu, please take care of my younger sister, Yang also has important things to do, so I won't stay any longer."

Lu Sanjin had already regained his strength, with a smile on his cheeks, and slightly cupped his hands.

"Sister Wushuang is brother Yang's righteous sister and my Lu Sanjin's righteous sister. She should take care of her, so why bother?"

Yang Guo nodded, but did not leave, he stared at Lu Sanjin, hesitant in his eyes.

Seeing Yang Guo's naked eyes, Lu Sanjin felt as if he was naked, coughed twice, and asked, "Brother Yang, what else do you want to tell Lu?"

Yang Guo nodded in affirmation, "It's not a good thing for Mr. Lu to work too hard, it's better to rest more."

Lu Sanjin smiled wryly, "It's not what Lu wants. One is that he is really busy with work, and the other is that the black stone killer is too tight. Lu hasn't had a good rest for a long time."

Yang Guo pondered for a while, took the pen and paper, and wrote out a self-cultivation method on the spot.

"I haven't seen how advanced and powerful this martial art is, but it's true that if you practice hard, you can prolong your life."

Lu Sanjin took it quite solemnly, and asked, "Thank you, brother Yang, for giving me the teaching. I don't know the name of this martial art?"

"This martial arts is combined with medicinal food, combined with physical and static exercises, and nourishes both body and health. I just created it. Anyway, I will give it to you, so I can call it whatever you want."

After saying that, Yang Guo turned around and left, Lu Wushuang asked with some reluctance, "Yang Guo, where are you going?"

"Heimuya, kill someone."

Seeing Yang Guo disappearing suddenly, Lu Wushuang sighed with an inexplicable look on his face.

"Young master, can you show this martial art to this old man?"

Although Lu Tie knew that Yang Guo's martial arts were good, it can be seen that Yang Guo gave Lu Sanjin to practice the martial arts he created, but he was still worried.

Lu Sanjin didn't care much about martial arts, so he handed it over casually.

The Lu family has been standing in Daming for many years and has great influence. They have dabbled in both black and white, so naturally it is impossible to lack such things as martial arts.

What Lu Sanjin valued was not this martial art, but Yang Guo.

After Lu Tie checked his martial arts, he looked at Lu Sanjin and said slowly, "Young master, although this martial arts has limited achievements, it seems to be very suitable for you."

Lu Sanjin raised his eyebrows, rather surprised, "What does Uncle Tie mean by that?"

"This martial art doesn't need to spend a lot of practice, it can be improved only by eating. The only disadvantage is that it costs money."

Lu Sanjin's eyes lit up, "This is good, this is good!"

Who doesn't want to be a high-spirited martial artist.

...

...

Qizhou Prefecture.

Yanling Temple.

"Gentleman's Sword" Yue Buqun led a group of Huashan sect disciples, standing on the spot, bowing their hands in salute.

"Thank you Huiwu for lending the treasure temple to me and other ordinary people."

Wearing a wide cassock, Huiwu looked kindly and kindly and recited the Buddha's mantra, "Amitabha, Donor Yue is serious, please come in."

Yue Buqun returned the gift again, then turned his head and said slowly, "Go back to the inn and wait for us."

Yue Lingshan pursed her rosy mouth, "Daddy, I want to go in with you and have a look."

"You don't think you've caused enough trouble for dad, do you? Nowadays, in Yanling Temple, there are all famous seniors in the world. How can I bring you, a junior, into Chengcheng?" Yue Buqun made a stern look.

Yue Lingshan was startled, she lowered her head, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Linghu Chong came over boldly, with sweat dripping down his cheeks, "Master, don't blame Junior Sister, Junior Sister is just young and curious."

Yue Buqun snorted coldly, looked at his daughter, his expression gradually softened, "Shan'er stop messing around, your mother should be here too, just so you can accompany her."

Yue Lingshan was taken aback for a moment, and then she showed a happy expression, not seeing Cai Cai's lonely and frightened appearance at all.

Sighing inwardly, Yue Buqun glanced at the head of the "Taishan Sect" - Daoist Tianmen who came from a distance, and told his disciples, "Okay, you all go back to the inn, remember not to cause trouble."

When he said this, Yue Buqun's eyes fell on Linghu Chong, making Linghu Chong's eyes dodge for a while.

"Did you hear me!"

Linghu Chong shuddered, and replied loudly, "Disciple obeys master's order!"

Yue Buqun nodded, watching Linghu Chong and his party walk away, and the "Taishan School" group was ushered in.

"Brother Tianmen."

"Junior Brother Yue." The Taoist priest of Tianmen returned a salute, just like Yue Buqun, and told his disciples to go back to the inn and wait for him to come back.

The two entered the Yanling Temple together, and after a while, they saw Mr. Mo Da who belonged to the "Five Sacred Sword Sect" and was holding an erhu.

It's just that at this moment, the atmosphere between him and a rather young girl with yellowish skin is faintly at odds.

"Brother Mo."

Mr. Mo Da nodded slightly, "Junior Brother Yue, Junior Brother Tianmen."

Thoughts surged in Yue Buqun's eyes, and he asked, "This is..."

The girl raised her eyebrows playfully, with a casual gesture, "Iron Palm Gang, Shangguan Jinghong, uncle, are you the head of that sect?"

Yue Buqun's expression froze immediately, regretting that he had just greeted him.

"Huashan School Yue Buqun."

"Gentlemen's sword, I have long admired my name, I have admired my name for a long time..."

Yue Buqun chuckled, "Where are Miss Shangguan's elders?"

After Yue Buqun asked, the seemingly indifferent Mr. Mo Da not far away listened attentively.

"You want to ask Qiu Qianren if that old bastard is here?"

Hearing her call "Iron Palm Floating on the Water" as an "old thing", Yue Buqun's face trembled, not knowing how to answer.

Shangguan Jinghong waved his hands nonchalantly, "The old guy is here, you can see it later."

Hearing this, Yue Buqun glanced at Mr. Mo Da out of the corner of his eye, and saw that his fingers for pulling the erhu were slightly white, obviously showing a lot of strength.

then.

Qiu Qianren became famous for "Iron Palm Annihilating Mount Hengshan", which also made the "Iron Palm Gang" the second largest gang in the world after the "Beggar Gang".

Knowing that Qiu Qianren was coming, Mr. Mo Da, who is the head of the "Hengshan School", was probably very angry.

"Why don't you play the erhu anymore, it sounds very nice, continue?" Shangguan Jinghong asked.

Mr. Mo Da resisted the urge to draw his sword, and walked away silently.

"Sigh... I wanted to see the "Hengshan School"'s martial arts, but these are good, so I ran away."

Shangguan Jinghong shook his head and sighed, holding his head in his hands and swaggeringly, walked towards the Buddhist hall.

Yue Buqun also knew that she did it on purpose, and he didn't know how to feel for a moment, and turned into a long and long sigh.

time flies.

The heads of all sects came to Yanling Temple one by one.

This made this usually quite quiet Buddhist treasure land a little lively.

And with the arrival of the leader of the "Shaolin School", Master Fangzheng, the Buddha Hall also regained a bit of its majesty.

"Amitabha, the old monk Fangzheng... has seen all the benefactors."

All the heroes returned the gift together.

Fangzheng bowed his head and lowered his eyes, his cassock was plain, his temperament was gentle and kind, and he looked like an eminent monk.

"I invite all the Righteous Path Alliance to come here today. I think everyone knows the purpose. Speaking of it...with the qualifications of the old monk, I would never dare to take on such a heavy burden. There are many people with profound martial arts and high morals among you. If someone is willing I am very grateful for taking over the burden."

Fangzheng's words were so sincere that people couldn't help but believe them a little bit. Soon, someone cast their eyes on Guo Jing who said nothing, and then looked away.

If it was a few days ago, these people would definitely support Guo Jing, and even take the initiative to make him the leader of this trip. They did have this idea a few days ago.

However, things change.

Now this idea has been extinguished, turned into flying ash, and gone with the wind.

……

(End of this chapter)