Republic of China

Chapter 202 Inheritance
It was already late at night when the kangtou was talking.

If I were to tell it in detail, I would probably not be able to finish it in three days and three nights. Many of the details were mentioned by Mo Wenshan in one sentence or not even mentioned at all.

For example, what exactly happened on Shenlongjia? It was not stated clearly whether the nine masters were dead or seriously injured. Mo Wenshan knew very well that his young disciple's temperament was even more stubborn than his own. If he really wanted to reveal his identity, the hatred that had been buried for many years would be revealed. The chains will tighten again.

For example, the relationship between Jianhongguan and Changxingzi, or when Tong Suyang went out to slay demons and eliminate evil spirits, he met the same young Qi Sihai. The relationship is not easy to explain. Seven points are like rivals, and three points are like friends, not to mention carrying... I secretly went to the brothel with Suyang and spent the night with the madam looking at the world map. It was really hard to tell my apprentice such things.

Being a master also requires face, especially a senior master who is almost seventy years old.

"What kind of immortal? Is it your old immortal?"

Mo Wenshan touched the back of Zhao Sanyuan's head and said, "Silly disciple, that is your family's fairy fate."

"My family? What do I do with you?"

"Well, I was wondering at that time. I was so drunk that I took a nap on the side of the road. In my dream, I saw a yellow-skinned man running up to me, kowtowing like a human being, and his tears stopped as if they were running down the threads. I can’t stop it either.”

When he was still in Taiyi Road, Taoist Master Yunsong saw that the young man Mo Wenshan had an immortal destiny, so he tried to figure out the immortal destiny for him. Later, Jianhongguan, who lived in seclusion, was located in Jiuding Tiesha Mountain. , is the main altar of the Great Immortal Protector outside Guan. How could Mo Wenshan not know that the person in the dream was the Taoist Huang Family Xian'er, but for a moment he thought it was sent by some enemy.

But seeing it kowtow and wipe away tears, Mo Wenshan inevitably muttered.

Puzzled, he tentatively asked the old fairies why they came.

At the moment of answering, Huang Xian'er in the dream turned into a human form, uttering human words, saying that in the future life, your Dharma Protector is so powerful that we can only meet him in a dream, and if you hadn't replied in the future life, he wouldn't have even spoken. Dharma says.

Mo Wenshan suddenly realized that his family's fairy fate was a little different. Although he looked like a fairy family inside and outside, it was too overbearing. To a certain extent, it could no longer be regarded as Hu Huang, Chang Python, Bai Liu Hui, etc.

And because of the relationship with Jianhong Temple, he has a good relationship with all the immortal families, and they can be called family members. In the dream, this person who returns to immortality has a famous genealogy, and he will naturally help him when he asks for help.

After waking up from the dream, Mo Wenshan rushed south according to the message in the dream. Not long after the Russo-Japanese War ended that year, the areas outside the customs, especially in Feng Province, were devastated. Horse bandits and robbers were several times more numerous than the official army.

Mo Wenshan is a brave man who is an expert in martial arts, and he is also a blind old man. Even if he really encounters a horse bandit, no one will pay attention to him.

Finally, he came to a small mountain village.

A sea of ​​fire entered my eyes.

There were ruins and smoke billowing everywhere, and corpses were everywhere at the beginning and end of the village. Some were cut into pieces, some were naked and tied to the millstone, and more had been burned beyond recognition, just like purgatory.

Another village that was attacked by bandits.

Human life is worth nothing.

Even Mo Wenshan, who had experienced the bloody storm, would inevitably be touched in his heart.

Just as he was looking for something to cover his mouth and nose, he suddenly heard a baby crying.

Still alive!

He looked so happy that he quickly looked for the sound without having time to cover his mouth and nose.

In the earthen house where the flames burned most fiercely, he found his destined fate.

In the fierce flames, the two corpses were lifeless. They protected the swaddling clothes in their arms until they died. However, the fire was too strong, and the choking baby boy instinctively crawled out of the swaddling clothes.

Above, two long worms, one black and one yellow, were holding up the collapsed roof and beams. A yellow man and a white fox used their bodies to help the baby boy resist the flames and smoke.

Mo Wenshan immediately understood what was going on.

These immortals must be the destiny of the baby boy. It is rare for such a young boy to be protected by immortals, and it is not simple at all.

But everything has pros and cons.

He is too young and has not yet been promoted to open a fairy hall. The fairy family cannot tie him up and take him away. They can't even carry the baby boy away, because these old fairies appear to be half real and half virtual, and they can maintain it. The status quo is already extreme.

This was the first time for "I" Zhao Sanyuan to hear Master explain the situation of that day in detail. I originally thought that the old man just happened to meet him, but it turned out that there were so many twists and turns, and I was moved beyond measure.

In the house, there were not only one old man and three young children, but also two immortal guardians from Zhao Sanyuan.

Huang Xiaoliu was sitting on the kang like a silly son of a landlord, eating melon seeds. Mang Qingyan looked in the mirror and wondered if he was sighing at how handsome he was.

Hearing Mo Wenshan narrate the past, Uncle Yan didn't react at all. After the sixth uncle felt the look in his disciple's eyes, he spat out the melon seed skin and grinned, "Are you moved? Fortunately, I was the smartest at that time. I looked everywhere. When people ask for help, it is much more useful than a worm who only knows how to lift a roof beam. In his previous life, he may have been a roof beam and became a spirit."

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Seeing Uncle Yan rolling up his sleeves and about to do it, Zhao Sanyuan quickly hugged it, "It's not that, it's probably talking about me, Uncle Qing, we are not the same as it."

The more times you do it, the more experience you have in trying to stop fights.

One word can shift the contradiction.

We don’t know what the past is between them. They’ve been fighting each other for many years and they’re still like this. I’ll have to ask when I have time.

Mo Wenshan has long been accustomed to this, especially when Zhao Sanyuan was still one or two years old, the good guy's pinch was even worse than this.

Thinking of the scene at that time, Mo Wenshan took another big sip.

"To be honest, I have never had the idea of ​​taking on a disciple for many years, because the hardest thing in this world to grasp is the human heart. I really don't want to suffer, but we are destined to be together. When I rescued you, I was as young as a blank sheet of paper. In addition, Senior brother has been persuading me to accept you as my disciple all day long. After much thought, I carried you away from Jianhong Temple and went to Qixing Mountain to live in seclusion."

Zhao Sanyuan was puzzled, "Why aren't you in Jianhong Temple?"

Mo Wenshan was angry and funny, "Are you stupid? You are not allowed to work in the temple? Why not find a cleaner place?"

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Reasons that are irrefutable.

Come to think of it, anyone who has been cleaning the mountain gate for 30 or [-] years would vomit.

But what Zhao Sanyuan didn't know was that if the master hadn't lived a pure life for these years, it would have been difficult to suppress the murderous nature and demons in his heart, and say goodbye to the blood-stained self back then.

"You kid wants to run when you can't walk. The older you get, the more noisy you are. There's no other way. I can only teach you your skills in advance so that you don't have to worry about me every day. However, there are some things you can learn and some things that are not suitable for learning. I'll give it to you all at once. It will only harm you.”

Zhao Sanyuan scratched the back of his head.

It goes without saying how good the master is to me.

Just a little.

When faced with the dragnet, he didn't give the inheritance of the Three Emperors, but he was willing to teach it to children who were not related by blood.

"God has treated me well after all. Before you really kowtow to become your disciple, I found another well-off man with equally good qualifications. When I saw him, I felt that the Shenxiao method could finally be passed on, but my health was not good. , but it’s not that there was no turning point. You guys have better memories than I do about what happened next, so I won’t say more about it.”

No matter how strong a person is, there will be a time when he is unable to cope with it.

Even if he has the ability to withstand the violent storm, he still has no home and support in his heart.This is something Mo Wenshan realized through all the ups and downs, especially after he recognized Chang Xingzi as his senior brother.

That's why I accepted two apprentices.

Just like the blazing sun and the scorching fire, like the clear spring and pure pool.

Fire and water may seem incompatible, but these brothers can complement each other and rely on each other.

"Master, does anyone have any ideas for you now?"

"Time can heal all love, hatred, and hatred. Only interests and greed are eternal. It's not that no one made up their mind. It's because those people were a little afraid of being killed by me back then. Plus, Lingyin's bastard is really ruthless. I was used to stir up chaos that lasted for decades. Since the battle of Shenlongjia, many forces have been in turmoil, especially among the folk sects. With great fame, he studied under Li Fangyuan, a pipa master, and later combined it with trickery to become a master, and he was known as the master of pipa playing in the northwest."

Just relying on imagination, it is difficult to imagine what kind of morality it would become. It did not gradually subside until the Republic of China, but the aftermath is still there.

There is no way. In troubled times, the whole world is in trouble, not just one or two areas.

Even if Mo Wenshan didn't appear, chaos would still be chaos.

"Qin Jue? I didn't expect that old kid to have such a domineering name."

Seeing his apprentice praising others, Mo Wenshan immediately straightened up and raised his voice, "What? You think your master and I don't have a nickname? If you want to say that the Eight Masters in the World were hit on the head by me, the sword, the harp, and the harp mean; Gu Yan Qingqi, do you look down on the Three Emperors Sword? Let me tell you clearly?"

Zhao Sanyuan waved his hands and laughed in apology, "How can you, Master? Not to mention Ba Jue, Ba Wan Jue is not as old as you, isn't that old guy Qin Jue? He was beaten to pieces by you."

"Don't just pick up nice words." Mo Wenshan sneered: "I was caught off guard. Although there is the nickname Jian Jue, not many people know what the sword is, and Qi Sihai didn't try his best."

The emergence of the name Jian Jue comes from the Battle of Shenlongjia that year. The second batch of masters who arrived found one of the leaders of a certain sect who had not completely died. When he was dying, he kept talking about Jian Jue like a maniac. The word "Jue" has led many people to think that Mo Wenshan has a surprising dharma lineage in addition to the inheritance of the Three Emperors and the Shenxiao dharma.

It's understandable, after all, they know about the inheritance of the Three Emperors, but they don't know the specific details.

Kang Muang thought for a while and then asked: "Master, where should Sanyuan and I go?"

There are really a lot of things passed down by Master, and every school seems to know how to order them. If we insist on counting, the Taiyi Sect at the beginning, the Shenxiao Sect later, and the Longmen Sect at the end can be counted among any of them.

Mo Wenshan was silent for a moment.

"No matter where I am, I have neither taught nor received any precepts. At most, I am considered an outer disciple, not a true disciple. If you are willing, you can count it as the current Longmen, or a top incense, a monk, a layman, a stinker, or a monk. It can be anything from a teahouse owner to someone else."

Zhao Sanyuan was more straightforward and said bluntly: "Why don't you go to Jianhong Temple to receive ordination when you have time? With Uncle Changxingzi's connections, it should be easy."

Before Mo Wenshan could speak, Uncle Yan, who was looking at himself in the mirror, rushed to his disciple's side.

Two words.

"No."

"Ah? Why?"

Mo Wenshan stretched his body and said, "Why else? Jianhong Temple belongs to Quanzhen Longmen, and Quanzhen has the most rules in the world. Needless to say, drinking alcohol and eating meat, there are countless rules in daily life." , if you enter Longmen, unless you leave in the future, you will never be able to touch a woman in your life. How will your family's old fragrant roots be passed down by then?"

"Oh"

Zhao Sanyuan is not very interested in finding girls to get married, and has not even thought about continuing the family line. The main reason is that smoking is not allowed. Besides, those who are 15 years old have to pay tribute to the old fairies, and they have to roast chicken and It's beef with soy sauce, and the Taoist temple under the jurisdiction of Longmen will definitely not allow it.

That doesn't matter.

Unfettered freedom is better.

As long as the master is there, it will be fine. Wherever he is, there is the master and there is home.

"Master, are you married?" Zhao Sanyuan said casually, but Mo Wenshan's expression changed drastically. The wine glass he was holding shook and the wine spilled all over his body.

Lao Kang on the side quickly wiped Master's coat, but Mo Wenshan looked completely unaware, stunned and silent.

Knowing that he asked the wrong question, Zhao Sanyuan wanted to give himself a slap. Although he didn't know the reason, just looking at the master's state, he knew that he must be recalling bad memories. Even Lu Xiucai, who was lying in bed unable to move, could feel the change in his senior's temperament.

Is it a kind of sadness?

No, there is still some regret and helplessness, mixed with a little bit of anger.

It's hard to say exactly.

"Master, are you always sleepy? I'll lay out the bedding for you." Kang Muang reminded in a low voice.

"There's no rush." ​​Mo Wenshan calmed down and recovered as before, "After talking so much, it's time to get back to business. Do you know why I left Qixing Mountain for the last time?"

Zhao Sanyuan nodded heavily.

After hearing so many past events, combined with the information in hand, it is not difficult to guess at all.

"Look for the body of Uncle Changxingzi, let him be laid to rest, then kill the murderer, chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"

Mo Wenshan's tone was solemn and solemn, "My senior brother has lived his whole life without fighting or grabbing. When he reached his old age, he unexpectedly encountered a catastrophe. Although I swore a vow not to participate in any disputes, I would not retaliate. I swear not to be a human being.”

After going down the mountain, Mo Wenshan investigated in many ways and only got one clue that Changxingzi's body was transported to Fengtian City.

In order to continue the investigation, he went to Dongda University anonymously to check the gate, waiting for opportunities to find more clues.

But unintentionally, his apprentice discovered that Changxingzi's body was transported to Luda through the Dachongjiu Gaoshang incident, and Yiguandao was definitely involved.

Was it Chang Xingzi who was killed to ambush the leader?Too forced.

Regardless of the reason, the clues are now interrupted and one year has passed since the battle at Yaowang Valley. Chang Xingzi's body is definitely not there.

If possible, Mo Wenshan would like to go to Luda to investigate, but things have to be prioritized.

The two stupid apprentices made a big mistake, and Marshal Zhang became a thug with a little anger.

But to a certain extent, the value of a person depends on whether he or she will be exploited.

Being able to be used by Zhang Dashuai also reflects the abilities of the two apprentices. If they really have three-legged cat kung fu, can the brothel in Shuai's mansion be worthy of it?

Then again, most juniors really don’t know how deep the water in the Soul-Calling Shrine is.

Don't look at the little devil who has always been the grandson of Yanhuang, but this grandson has become stronger, because after learning a lot from his grandfather, he secretly recognized his wild father outside. He has already beaten his grandfather to the ground once, not only in the military field and political victory, and some other aspects must not be underestimated. Together they are comprehensive national strength.

Don't think that little devils don't have real masters of aliens.

Mo Wenshan stubbed out his cigarette butts and made a decision, "Pack up tomorrow and enter the customs with me."

(End of this chapter)