Republic of China

Chapter 200
As the saying goes, the soul of heaven goes to heaven, and the soul of earth enters the underworld.

Luck is something that is as invisible as fate.

Some are born with glory, and some are born with nothing but mules and horses. It doesn't matter how much others praise you.

For example, when you were growing up, people around you always said that you can wear a yellow robe, and when you grow up, it is the same as pulling a rickshaw.

Mo Wenshan was very lucky.

At least this period of childhood was really good.

The year I was born, I caught up with the Second Great Smoking War. The foreign devils fought from Guangzhou along the coast to Jinmen. In addition, the Hong Dynasty rebelled against the Qing Dynasty. The war was corrupt and the people were in dire straits. Although they did not fight outside the customs, they were not far away from the Gyeongsang region after all. Even if it is too far away, it will also be greatly affected. ,
Selling sons and daughters, and even exchanging children for food is commonplace in many places. However, the newly born Mo Wenshan was abandoned by his parents in the bushes, waiting to fend for himself.

Fortunately, a wandering old Taoist priest saved him. This old Taoist priest's Taoist name was Yunsong. He was not an expert, at most he knew some arts. He was walking around the world hanging pots to help the world. How could he watch a baby die in the wilderness?
Then he carried Mo Wenshan back to the sect Taiyi. It was not a large sect, but just one of its branches. It was founded in the Song and Jin Dynasties. It was once glorious, but then gradually declined, and its disciples became more and more withered.

There are many reasons for the decline of many Taoist sects. Some are merged into large sects to survive, and some are cut off from inheritance and the descendants are mediocre.

The biggest reason was that the imperial court at that time deliberately suppressed the Taoist sect's overt support and covert derogation. I won't go into details here. Those who are interested can learn about it by themselves.

This has nothing to do with Mo Wenshan. He is extremely lucky to not die. He is not hungry, has clothes to wear, and can learn some small skills, so his life is not bad.

Just when Mo Wenshan thought he could live a peaceful life in troubled times, one afternoon, his fate completely changed.

Perhaps being saved consumed most of his blessings, or perhaps he was just too lucky.

Anyway, when he went down the mountain to buy winter bedding at noon that day, he met a beggar in the corner of the town.

It is impossible to describe the misery of that beggar.

All the tendons and tendons in his hands and hamstrings were cut off, all his fingers and toes were chopped off, and even his nose, eyes, and ears were missing. His exposed skin was scarred, and there was no good spot. Even his long braids were worn to pieces. He lay on the ground. Like a maggot, it bared its teeth at the wild dogs that were trying to grab its swill.

Even so, Mo Wenshan didn't think it was a big deal.

In those days, let alone human beings, they didn’t even have the dignity of the country, so they were just living on their last breath.

Then Mo Wenshan wanted to give the breakfast that he was reluctant to eat to the beggar.

But the moment he stepped into the alley, he immediately stopped.

The old beggar raised his head slightly, and the two vicious dogs suddenly seemed to have been hit by something. Blood spurted from their necks, and they fell to the ground and died suddenly.

"The shock at that time is still unforgettable. I walked up to the old beggar like a man possessed. Although he had lost both eyes, his eyes were so deep, as if he could see through the essence of everything. He smiled again. He didn't have a single tooth in his mouth. Even with little experience at that time, I could tell that he had suffered inhumane torture."

"He said, boy, you've brought the big white bread and you haven't put it to your mouth yet? It's not as good as white-flour steamed buns."

Mo Wenshan spoke calmly, telling the secret past that had been sealed for many years.

But the three brothers were all nervous and sweating on their foreheads. They knew that something big would happen next.

"I put the steamed bun to his mouth, but he laughed endlessly, saying that the world is too ridiculous. I thought about how I stole all the treasures with my own hands. I never tasted the gluttonous things in the world, but when I saw the steamed bun, I gave it to others. My heart was touched. Ridiculous."

"I don't know what Miao Shukong Kong is, but I heard that the old beggar must have been a big thief before. No matter what age he is, there is no good end for being a thief. What's more, at that time, the old beggar was too miserable. I really want to ask him how he changed. It happened like this, but the old beggar said that he is also a good thief and has always been clear about grudges. The reason why he lingers like this is because he has not avenged his great revenge, so he will give me the most precious treasure he has stolen in this life to repay his kindness."

"To be honest, I really don't believe it. I gave him steamed buns because I wanted to accumulate some good fortune for myself. Plus, I was curious about how the old beggar killed the wild dog. As for the treasure, it really didn't matter. But I was still young at that time. I didn't understand the dangers of the world, so I thought, why can't I get something for nothing? If I can't find the owner, I can just return it to him. Then I asked the old beggar what it was, and he said it was the way he killed the wild dog just now. Plus something more powerful than that.”

It is not difficult to tell from the conversation that although Mo Wenshan has good intentions, he is not a stupid good person. He just takes what he has and the rest will be discussed later.

The old beggar grinned and said that the treasure was in his head and the thing that carried it had been destroyed, otherwise he would have been killed by greedy people and fed to dogs.

want to?

Just come to the alley alone at Hai hour every day.

Mo Wenshan was only ten years old at that time. When he heard that it was a wonderful method, he was fascinated and agreed.

When Mo Wenshan came to the alley for the ninth time, the old beggar looked extremely calm and said that his obsession was gone and that he would definitely get revenge in the future.

Mo Wenshan replied that he did not want to argue with others. After learning the skills, he just wanted to be able to protect himself and live peacefully in the Taoist temple.

But the old beggar smiled like a maniac and died in joy.

"His grandma is a bear! The old beggar is so vicious! He never had the kindness to dig a hole for you, Master, from the beginning to the end!" Zhao Sanyuan got up with the crime. Although he didn't know what he learned from the old beggar, look at his end You know that in the future, those gangsters will definitely find the master, and then they will really avenge the old beggar, or the master will end up like the old beggar.

Mo Wenshan chuckled and said: "It's a pity that I didn't take it seriously at all. I was complacent after burying the old beggar. After returning to the mountain, I asked Master where the ancestral palace of the Three Emperors Sect is. Do I need to go there after I get the inheritance of the Three Emperors?" A trip to pay homage to the mountain gate."

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wait! ! !

Zhao Sanyuan suddenly looked at his master, his heart pounding.

I have always thought that the inheritance of the Three Emperors was passed down from generation to generation, a serious inheritance of the Eight Classics. Even though the sect had long since withered, the members of the Three Emperors just disappeared into the market.

How did co-authoring The Legacy of Three Emperors come about?
Inherited from a beggar?
"That's not right, Master! You already said that the old beggar used to be a Taoist. How could he possibly learn it?"

The words became quieter and quieter, and Zhao Sanyuan suddenly remembered something.The old beggar's method of killing the wild dog was very similar to the master's method of dealing with Qi Sihai that night.

Mo Wenshan was full of emotions, "He didn't really learn anything, he just had a basic understanding of it. Back then, he accidentally stole a parchment scroll from a money-making gang. Because the things written on it were so mysterious, he wanted to sell it for some gold. Silver, unexpectedly, as soon as the news came out, the world was in an uproar. Countless Taoist masters were searching like crazy, and the old beggar was also naughty. In order to save his life after hearing that the matter was out of control, he memorized all the contents of the parchment in advance, and then put it into his hands. Destroyed.”

"When he was caught, the powerful people from all sides were quite polite and treated him like a guest. But the old beggar knew that telling the truth would lead to death, so he did not let go at all, even if he suffered the most cruel torture for hundreds of days. None of them relented, insisting that the scroll had been sold to the royal clan. However, all parties did not give up. They took the initiative to let go of the old beggar and sent people to secretly follow him. However, for more than 40 years, the old beggar did not reveal any clues. Gradually, Ignore it."

"During this period, he had already memorized the contents of the parchment scroll. Even though his qualifications were very low, under the nourishment of hatred, he had been able to figure out some tricks over the years, and he found a new way to use his body as a sword, and he could use it as a sword with little power. The Three Emperors Sword is the Qi Sword I sacrificed in the air that night. As for summoning all the gods, that is really not a magic method that he can understand."

Three Emperors Sword?
It turns out that move is called the Three Emperors Sword!

Zhao Sanyuan and others have very deep memories. It is indeed a rare trick in the world. It is no wonder that many forces are competing for it, let alone summoning all the gods.

The inheritance of the Three Emperors Sect will either disappear completely, or it must be the crime of cherishing a treasure. Zhao Sanyuan still understands how crazy people in this circle have been throughout the ages.

Transcendent power will bring transcendent status, and transcendent status will bring transcendent danger. Most people will not choose to stop, but will continue to obtain more transcendent power to offset the danger, and so on until complete destruction.

Mo Wenshan continued to tell his story.

"After the master knew what a dangerous thing I had obtained, he immediately became furious and vomited three liters of blood. With his last breath, he ordered people to give me most of the incense money in the temple, and expelled me from the master. From then on, we had nothing to do with each other. Pass away and become immortal.”

"After I came down from the mountain, I kept thinking about why the master expelled me from the school. After thinking about it, I thought it was because the master blamed me for looking down on my own abilities and instead secretly studied outside. I wandered aimlessly. That was when I met Hongguang, who was training in the mountains. Because of the similar temperament, I thought that I would become a monk if I couldn't do it, so I went to Mount Wutai with him. When I first arrived, Hongguang's master asked me why I was expelled from the master. I couldn't figure out the reason. Just tell the truth about what happened, and you can predict the result. Wutai Mountain did not accept me, but it never revealed anything about me to others."

"Gradually, I figured it out. The key lies in the inheritance of the Three Emperors. Then I won't talk about the head office, right? I'm far away from the northern head office, right?"

Displaced and homeless.

Although the unexpected gain made Mo Wenshan stronger than before, from now on, just as the old beggar expected, he would be tolerated by the world sooner or later.

After Mo Wenshan went south, he joined the Ge Zao Sect. This sect had been in decline for many years. It was no better than Taiyi Road, and his life was quite peaceful. Mo Wenshan abided by his duty, never did anything out of the ordinary, and devoted himself to During his cultivation, he never mentioned anything about the inheritance of the Three Emperors to outsiders.

We lived in peace for two years.

During that period, although the Hong Dynasty was jointly strangled by the Qing court and Western forces, the aftermath still remained, and there were countless bandits and thieves in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River.

Even an official would dare to close his account if he was so hungry and anxious, let alone a small sect, so the merit box was a key priority.

That night, hundreds of bandits rushed into the gate of Ge Zao Zong, snatching everything they saw, and even scraped off the copper plating of the statues. Anyone who dared to stop them was killed, creating a mess.

As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. The Ge Zao Sect didn't have many disciples to begin with, and even if they had some Xuanmen techniques, they couldn't withstand the attack of so many bandits, and it was too late to escape.

In the chaos, in order to protect his senior brothers, Mo Wenshan was forced to use the Three Emperors Sword and severely injured several leading bandit leaders on the spot.

The effect was remarkable. The bandits thought that the Taoist priests in the mountain gate had hidden muskets, so they were so frightened that they fled in all directions. The crisis was resolved.

However, Mowenshan's crisis has just begun.

Although the Ge Zao Sect was small in power, it did not mean that the then leader, Master Lingyin, had no vision.

Afterwards, he immediately took Mo Wenshan into the inner hall and asked where the air sword technique came from and whether it was related to the legendary Three Emperors Sect.

Mo Wenshan was grateful for the kindness in his heart and answered truthfully.

Master Lingyin was overjoyed, and said in a daze that the revival of the sect was just around the corner, and immediately accepted Mo Wenshan as his direct disciple, promising that he would become the master of the sect in the future.

At this point, Mo Wenshan actually didn't have much resistance. He just gave it if he wanted to. It was not what he deserved in the first place.

The bad thing is that Master Lingyin was too excited and excited. He was afraid that Mo Wenshan would escape, so he ordered all his disciples to stay awake that night and strictly monitor Mo Wenshan. If he dared to escape, he would break his legs.

"Master." Kang Muang's tone was trembling. He put himself in his shoes and knew how uncomfortable it would be.

He was forced to take action for his master's sake, but was betrayed by his master's sect.

In comparison, the character of Taoist Yunsong who drove Mo Wenshan out of the courtyard was so precious.

Mo Wenshan laughed at himself, "It's interesting to say that it was originally a dragnet, but there was a senior brother below who was grateful for my life-saving grace. He couldn't bear to see me imprisoned, so he secretly let me go down the mountain."

"The disciples are more humane than the master." Zhao Sanyuan suppressed the anger in his heart. If the master hadn't taken action to scare off the bandits, I'm afraid the sect would have been defeated. That piece of shit Lingyin was really strong enough, why didn't he fight off the bandits?If you want to pick peaches afterwards, don't be shy.

For every person who is benevolent and righteous, he or she will slaughter dogs, and for every person who is unfaithful, he or she will be a scholar.

Although this is biased, some people in high positions are really inhumane. Maybe they are in a higher position.

Lao Kang filled the wine glass for Master, "What happened next, Master? Didn't they go down the mountain to chase you?"

"Of course I'm chasing him." Mo Wenshan drank the cup and exhaled the strong smell of alcohol, "I thought to myself that I would run a little further this time. I'm sure Lingyin, the weakling, regards the inheritance of the Three Emperors as his treasure and doesn't dare to After that, I followed the Shan sect, Nanchuan Tianxin sect, Jiulong sect, Shenjitang, Lushan sect, Beidi sect, Yinshan sect, etc. Whenever I felt that Lingyin was approaching, I would run away."

"Later, he was forced to give up. He was afraid that I would really sign up to join some giant. Adhering to the purpose of destroying it if you don't get it, he would publish my secret to the public. Hehe, I was in the Lushan sect at that time. The elders saw My eyes were all fucking green, and I knew something was wrong and I immediately moved the ball."

Once a person goes crazy, no gods can stop him.

Lingyin knew that his family was weak and had no way to compete with the famous sect. In this case, it was better to retreat and use Mo Wenshan to stir up this stagnant water, and then profit from it after they started fighting with each other!

At Hongze Lake in Huaibei, young Mo Wenshan was finally intercepted by masters from all walks of life!
(End of this chapter)