I am above the long river of time, overlooking the eternity!

Chapter 4 Let me ask you, now that your master is dead, what should you do? !
On a thunderstorm night, Qilu land, Yanyunzhou.

Fulongshan, a great sect of martial arts.

In the main hall.

The coffins were placed horizontally, and the disciples kowtowed.

The cold and dignified pretty woman placed her cold palms on the thick coffin board, closed her eyes slightly, and her tone was forced to be calm, but she still couldn't hide her sadness:

"The Master died in the Snowy Mountains, and now there is no body. He can only build a tomb with his crown and bury him in the coffin. This is the shame of me, Fulong Mountain!"

"You gentlemen."

She looked around, looking at each of the Fulongshan elders and disciples with solemn expressions and serious remembrance.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on Luo Jing, the chief of Fulong Mountain, Wang Dongxuan, and then he suddenly exerted all his strength and slapped hard:
"Don't forget today's humiliation!"

The master of Fulong Mountain is Wang Duan, and his martial arts title is "Jade Flute Sword".

He is recognized as a martial arts genius throughout the 13 Qilu regions.

I started practicing martial arts at the age of 13. I forged my skin, tempered my tendons, and stimulated my energy and blood. After four years, I have achieved great results. I have entered the stage of tempering my strength, and I can say that I am very energetic.

You need to know that if you fail to practice martial arts, it will be in vain!

In the vast rivers and lakes, there is an endless stream of people who practice martial arts like crucian carp crossing the river. However, those who can successfully enter the martial arts at the age of less than 20 years old are all unparalleled talents and the mainstay.

Not surprisingly, Wang Duan did this.

He is just like those legends in the past. He is full of energy and has a far-reaching reputation. He is at the foot of Fulong Mountain and in Yanyun Prefecture, wiping out bandits and making friends from all directions.

After ten years of cold and heat, three times of death, and even more vigorous walking, his whole body was filled with bone marrow. At the age of less than thirty, he inherited a great martial arts school and became famous in Qilu. He was regarded by many heroes as the master of the "Fulong Mountain" resurgence, and became famous all over the world. Countless!

One night, the spiritual tide will rise, the sky will crack, and sporadic 'mythical relics' will fall to the ground.

Wang Duan took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the situation. After several battles, he obtained a treasure "Shangdong Fulong Sword" and offered it to the Fulong Mountain Martial Stele Forest. Although it was difficult to control it, he got closer every day and absorbed its aura, which still made him one step ahead of everyone else in the world. After conquering Qi, he is known as the 'Martial Saint'!
Fulong Mountain is also ranked among the top seven in the world, and it dominates hundreds of Qilu sects even though he can hold up the sky by himself!
Of course.
Wang Duan died in the battle at the Snow Mountain. When the news came out, not only the world, but also the Fulong Mountain lineage was already cast in a layer of gloom.

There is only one person in the sect who can be called a saint in martial arts, Jade Flute Sword King Duan. The rest, even in the marrow refining realm, are only a few people. The only one among them who can be called a master is half a body. After entering the coffin, his weakness was fully revealed.

Everyone in the world knows.

Wang Duan, the "Jade Flute Sword", is a martial arts saint who can only rely on "mythical relics".

Disciple of Fulong Mountain, warrior of Yanyun Prefecture.
There will be no one who doesn’t understand.

At this moment, there was a thunderstorm outside Fulong Mountain. In front of the coffin in the hall, Mu Yuqing, wife of Wang Duan of 'Jade Flute and Sword', finished speaking. Most of the people who were kneeling in the hall looked silent.

Wang Duan died in the Snowy Mountains.

Not to mention the "Qilu Zhi", the sect that claimed to have the world's most unique knowledge, the details of the situation can be seen just because seven martial arts saints who were "convinced" and lived for a period of sixty years died together.

Being the head of a sect and the head of a sect, it is natural to have blood and humiliation, but it also depends on who the target is.

Looking at the hall full of good men, they all acted silently.

Even the two elders who were friends with Wang Duan's peers and held high positions of power, Qi Yan, the reward and punishment elder, Fulong Fist, and Qi Wen, the precepts elder, Chuanyun Legs, didn't say anything.

Mu Yuqing closed her palms into fists and held them tightly, her joints turning white. Even though the strength in them could shatter boulders, she still felt weak all over her body at this moment.

"Fulong Mountain, the situation is over."

A pair of beautiful eyes looked to the outside world, seeing the thunderstorm, but she only felt sad.

Not only was he sad for the death of his husband, but he was also sad for the entire Fulong Mountain.

Those who practice martial arts should be brave and diligent, and have the ambition to kill ghosts and gods, so that they can reach the peak and have a glimpse of the absolute top.At the moment, not to mention letting the entire Fulong Mountain confront the 'Holy Land of Wuzhong', all the gentlemen in the hall even said a mere word of 'revenge' and hesitated, and no one said a word for a long time.

in this way
How can you call yourself a warrior as a man?
"Wang Dongxuan!"

Suddenly, Mu Yuqing looked at the handsome young man kneeling at the front, very close to him, with a white scarf on his head, and felt a little startled, as if he saw a similar shadow.

Then his face darkened, but then he thought of something, secretly gritted his silver teeth and made up his mind, and suddenly let out a sweet shout, with a sinister look on his brows:
"I'll ask you!"

"Your master died in the Snowy Mountains. What would you do if it were you?!"

Mu Yuqing gasped, her chest rising and falling several times, her mood already shattered before the sudden heavy rain and bad news.

Her question immediately attracted the attention of the whole room, focusing on this young man who was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Qi Yan, the 'Fulong Fist', and Qi Wen, the 'Cloud Chuan Kick', both frowned secretly:

"Is this woman Mu Yuqing crazy?"

"Dongxuan was adopted by Senior Brother Wang. Although he is still young, he has become very successful after being trained for several years. His demeanor is not as good as it was back then. If he can be nurtured and Fulongshan maintains his talents and strategies, he may not be able to come out again in the next year." Another 'Jade Flute Sword'!"

"I don't dare to answer this sentence of cause and effect, for fear that people from the Snowy Mountains will level my Fulong Mountain, but she dares to, not to mention carrying coffins and crushing people in the stormy night, but she also wants to force the younger generations into this whirlpool. .”

"The sect's inheritance should assess the situation, and be able to bend and stretch, so that it can last for a long time. Mr. Mu handed Fulong Mountain into her hands back then. If Senior Brother Wang hadn't come out of nowhere and married into Fulong Mountain at the end of his life, our sect would not be where we are today!"

"Ugh!"

The two were brothers who joined the Fulong Sect together, and they knew each other's thoughts just by looking at each other.

Not just two powerful elders.

Mu Yuqing's sudden shouts and questions also caused the elite disciples and disciples in the hall to whisper like mosquitoes and flies:

"Mrs. Zhang is seriously ill and has sought medical attention."

"Chief Dongxuan, although he is a genius of the generation, he is only comparable to the King Zhang Zun in this era when the world has changed and martial arts are easier to practice. Daxue Mountain is such a huge thing. The cause of death of a saint in martial arts is still unknown, not to mention that he has just started the martial arts. A martial artist practicing strength?"

The seeds of doubt take root and sprout in everyone's heart.

But it hasn’t taken off yet.

Then I saw it.
The young man who had been kneeling on the ground and couldn't see his face slowly got up from the futon. He frowned thoughtfully at first.

For a moment, as Mu Yuqing’s words fell into my ears,
It actually began to slowly reveal a sense of sadness.

With the eyes of the whole audience watching, he listened to Mu Yuqing's heartfelt questions word for word, as well as the words that were discussed behind him.

It was almost an instinctive reaction without much thought.

Looking at the coffins, Chief Fulong, who was as sharp as a sword, said with sonorous words:

"Since ancient times, the father's hatred is repaid by the son. A teacher is like a father, and so should be the case."

"Dongxuan has been practicing in Fulong Mountain till now. Master Wang has been very kind to me. Now there are no bones left, only clothes and clothes. I have to ask for an explanation for my feelings and reasons."

"Senior brothers and sisters, it is normal for you to have concerns, but"

"I am the king's master and disciple. When the master dies, there will be debts of gratitude and enmity, and the disciple will continue."

Luo Jing raised his head and faced the palm master's wife, who was also his nominal mistress:
"If one day, I can practice successfully"

"Go to the Snowy Mountains and investigate everything thoroughly!"

(End of this chapter)