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Chapter 375: The Fate of the Killer, Night Visit to Wudang [3]

Wudang, Zhenwu Hall.

"Brother, your 100th birthday will be in a few days. Everything has been arranged, and the invitations from all major sects have been distributed. They will set off the day after tomorrow." Taoist Qingshan said thoughtfully.

Sitting next to Taoist Yimei, Taoist Qingshan always felt a little restrained.

"This time, Baji Sect suffered heavy losses, and its disciple Song Yan was also killed. This is a lesson. It is better to resolve a feud than to create one. No matter what you do, put Wudang's reputation first, and then other things. Don't go too far.

"Brother, don't worry, we won't do anything rash." Taoist Qingshan suddenly looked a little embarrassed. It was obvious that Taoist Yimei was hinting at something.

"You know what you did, so I don't need to say more. You are already so old. You can handle the birthday party as you wish. Don't make it too extravagant. Keep it simple. As for those conspiracies, I won't interfere. But if you want to do it, don't leave any evidence behind, so as not to make fun of you."

Yimei Taoist said in a deep voice.

"Brother, you are right. I will treat it with caution." Taoist Qingshan's heart skipped a beat and he immediately said respectfully.

"Well, that's all. Remember to practice Zixia Gong to the seventh level. Everything else is meaningless. Once you truly become a strong person, everything will be as you wish." The one-browed Taoist thought for a while and said in a somewhat vicissitudes of life tone.

"Brother, I have been working hard to break through this bottleneck. Do you have any good feelings or experiences?" Taoist Qingshan mustered up his courage and asked with determination.

"This is something that you have to realize on your own. It's something that you really need to realize on your own. No one else's advice will help. Everyone has their own way. I've talked to you about feelings many times, and you've tried it, but it didn't work.

What I just said is also about this aspect. You are not focused and have too many desires in your heart, so it is inevitable that you will be like this. After the birthday, you can go to the mountain gate to replace the mountain guarding disciples or be a tour guide in the tourist area for a while, and maybe you can break through. "

Yimei Taoist said thoughtfully.

"Well, let's talk about it after the birthday party, brother. I'll take my leave first." Taoist Qingshan said with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

With his status as the second supreme elder of Wudang, he was reduced to guarding the mountain and doing things like opening the door and letting the younger generations in and punching in. This really made him feel a little embarrassed.

Not to mention this, he also wanted to be a tour guide for tourists in the tourist area? An elder was ridiculed and insulted? He had to smile at people? You know, the tourist area was a great place in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of Wudang disciples, the people in the tourist area were just some outer disciples and some low-status errand boys.

Where can he keep his dignity if he goes there?
"Well, go ahead." Taoist Yimei looked at Taoist Qingshan, and there was a hint of disappointment in the depths of his seemingly turbid eyes.

He also sighed in his heart: "Qingshan, Qingshan, you are so old, but you still can't see through this? If you can't see through it, then you may never make any progress in your life."

He remained silent, but did not say anything else. He just waved his hand and asked Taoist Qingshan next to him to leave.

Taoist Qingshan, of course, left in an evasive manner. At this moment, Taoist Yimei was looking calmly into the distance outside the hall, as if he was in a daze.

Normally no other people would come into the Zhenwu Hall, so the entire hall was extremely quiet at this moment, with only Yimei Taoist sitting alone.

He is like an emperor, sitting next to the statue of Zhenwu Emperor. In Wudang, he is the living Zhenwu Emperor.

However, he did not feel any sense of accomplishment, but rather a bit of worry.

Although Qingshan and others had been advised not to act rashly and domineeringly, it was of little use because they simply wouldn't listen.

The person in charge of the Criminal Law Hall is extremely concerned about the struggles in the martial arts world, so his words will be of no help.

As a supreme elder, his words certainly carry weight, but they also make those younger generations who originally aspire to the same position lose the desire to fight, which is not conducive to their growth.

Similarly, their minds are also focused on improving the status and reputation of Wudang. Therefore, as long as nothing goes wrong, after saying it twice, Yimei Taoist will not bother to say more. As long as he is still alive, he has to take care of the younger generation.

With this in mind, Yimei Taoist no longer interfered in Wudang affairs, but not interfering did not mean that he did not know.

"Grandpa." A voice as clear as a nightingale said.

"Jin'er, you're here." The contemplation on Yimei Taoist's face disappeared, replaced by a kind look.

This 21-year-old girl was an abandoned baby he picked up when he went down the mountain. At first, she was not in good health and had some "cerebral palsy", but with his meticulous care and cultivation of her inner strength, she became a genius with extraordinary qualifications and strength.

Ginseng, deer antlers and other precious medicinal materials were cultivated from a young age. Although her brain development was not very good at first, her physical strength and other conditions were extremely good. Therefore, under careful care, this girl who took his surname began to practice martial arts at the age of three, and now has practiced to the fifth level of Zixia Gong! When she was only fifteen years old, she had already cultivated internal strength. At this moment, her internal strength is extremely sufficient, not inferior to some of the older elders in Bajimen.

Even though Yimei Taoist doted on this girl, he did not indulge her at all. Therefore, although she was young, the girl was extremely sensible.

"Well, Grandpa, you will be a hundred years old in a few days. I have been thinking for a long time and I don't know what gift to give you. I want to practice Zixia Gong to the sixth level as a gift, but unfortunately I am too stupid. Woo woo, I just can't practice it. Every time I practice it, I feel like vomiting."

Xu Jiner said coquettishly. Her cute and honest personality was fully displayed at this moment.

"Haha, you are already so old, but you still act like a spoiled child with grandpa. Jin'er, you still don't have enough experience to practice Zixia Kung Fu. It's good enough to be here now, don't force it.

With your strength, I am actually worried. If you encounter emotional setbacks in the future, your foundation may be unstable and you may go astray."

The Taoist with one eyebrow said nothing to hide.

"Grandpa, I don't want to get married. I want to stay with you all my life." Xu Jiner said coquettishly.

"Hahaha, grandpa will remember what you said. We'll see when the time comes, hahaha." The Taoist with one eyebrow said with a smile.

"Grandpa, don't laugh, I'm serious." Xu Jiner said dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, okay, grandpa knows you are serious. But it's very late now. Why don't you sleep and come here to see grandpa? " said the Taoist with one eyebrow, smiling.

"Grandpa, I'm just in a bad mood because of my practice, and I want your help to solve it. Also, your 100th birthday is almost here, and I want to spend more time with you." Xu Jiner said affectionately.

"You, do you want grandpa to continue to give you some tips? Every time you practice, you are not in the right state of mind and you always do this. This is not good for you."

Yimei Taoist said kindly, he sighed softly, and then explained the state of mind of martial artists and other issues.

Somewhere outside the hall, Zhang Wufeng quietly dodged several patrolling inner disciples. His body was wrapped in crystal power, floating quietly in the sky, unnoticed by anyone.

Before, the conversation between Taoist Qingshan and Taoist Yimei, as well as the words of the beautiful woman with classical charm named "Jin'er" who appeared now, were all under his control.

After discovering the strength of this woman, Zhang Wufeng became a little more wary of Yimei Taoist, who had mastered Zixia Gong to at least the seventh level.

In terms of martial arts strength, Zhang Wufeng may not be better than him, but in terms of killing ability, Zhang Wufeng is confident that he can kill Yimei Taoist within ten rounds.

However, after testing him now, he discovered that this Taoist was not as bad as he thought in terms of both character and morals. At least, when he was explaining the principles and his experience in cultivation to Jin'er, he did have a strong sense of justice.

"...

A man without righteousness and courage is empty, and a man without righteousness and courage is violent. Military power can stop war, but only military power can stop war. To talk about stopping war without military power is empty, self-deceptive, and meaningless.

People who pray for peace are usually weak, but peace is in the hands of the strong. If the weak want peace, they need to exchange their rights with the strong. So peace does not mean fairness. Sometimes you may meet a kind and strong man who can give you peace unconditionally, but you must know that this peace is only given out of the mercy of the kind and strong man, just like the master to his dog. This kind of peace is extremely unstable, because he can take back this gift at any time. If you want to get something, it is best to use your own strength to fight for it, and don't expect a kind and strong man to reward you out of mercy, otherwise you may not get this thing in your life. Of course, I am not saying that you don't need help from others. In fact, it is just the opposite. A person's success is inseparable from the help of others. We should be grateful for the help of others, and we should repay them as much as possible, so as to form a stable win-win situation where we can help others to succeed and achieve our goals. I just oppose blindly relying on the power of others to survive, and not knowing how to use your own power to fight for it.

People who pray for peace are usually weak, but peace is usually in the hands of the strong. So if the weak want peace, they should make themselves full of strength and become stronger. But sadly, once the weak become strong, they often no longer want peace. Because heroes emerge in troubled times, and they want to dominate the fate of others.

Justice without power is empty, and power without justice is violent. So the weak should quickly become strong and make themselves full of power. But at the same time, you should also make your soul and heart as strong as your power, and don't lose the strong justice in your heart, otherwise you can only become a thug, and sooner or later you will be defeated and overthrown by others, just like you defeated and overthrew other thugs.

Always keep your sword sharp, but don't draw it easily without reason. Transform your strength into this sword, and your justice into the scabbard of this sword. Once you draw the sword, you are not only responsible for your sword, but also for drawing it..."

Yimei Taoist said earnestly.

Xu Jiner nodded seriously and tried hard to remember these things in her mind.

"Who is it?! Come out!"

As he was speaking, the Taoist with one eyebrow's seemingly cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and then he casually slapped out with his palm, aiming at a corner in the distance.

"puff--"

In a dark window corner in the distance, a figure suddenly rolled away, and the window shattered like an explosion in an instant.

The figure of the Taoist with one eyebrow flashed suddenly and he rushed over immediately.

In the distance, the black shadow suddenly rushed towards the mountain opposite the hall.

Zhang Wufeng stared at the black shadow in the distance, and for a moment his face looked a little strange.

Cai Zhiqiang? What was he doing here? And he was carrying a worn-out travel backpack?

(End of this chapter)