Demon change the world

Chapter 126 Xuanyue Tai Chi, Yue Zhuoran
Zheng Xiaosan was about to return the Crescent Jade Pendant to Lan Lan, when a glaring black light suddenly burst out in his hand.

The jade pendant gradually melted and sank into his palm.

"Hold the grass! What is this?"

Zheng Xiaosan was stunned.

He tried to pull the crescent jade pendant out of his palm, but felt a sharp pain.

Pain is not a big deal, the big deal is to gouge it out with a knife.

Man, man, can't bear this pain?

He was born in the lowest level of Chinatown. In order to survive, he practiced the ability of three hands (theft). He did not know how many times he broke his little finger and index finger. If it weren't for the ancestral bone medicine sent by a fellow villager, he would have been useless long ago!

Zheng Xiaosan is also stubborn.

With a piece of broken jade pendant, how can he compete with a big man like him?

The problem is that Zheng Xiaosan found that the harder he tried, the deeper the jade pendant sank.

In the end, the jade pendant had completely disappeared, and in the palm of his hand, there appeared a pattern similar to a crescent moon tattoo.

Zheng Xiaosan gritted his teeth with a bitter look on his face.

He was wrong about this matter, and if he made a mistake, he must accept the punishment.

He was going to go back and wake Lan Lan up.

As soon as he walked to the front desk, the phone rang suddenly.

"what's up?"

On the other end of the phone, after only one sentence, Zheng Xiaosan's face suddenly changed, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Fuck! Dare to attack my wife? I will kill him!"

"Have they been caught?"

"Is there really nothing wrong? That's good! That's good!"

"Take care of this bastard! I'm going to castrate him!"

After hesitating for a while, Zheng Xiaosan left a note for Lan Lan at the front desk, wrote down his contact information, and then left the place and went straight to San Francisco.

……

Huaguo, Hubei Province, a few miles away from Wudang Mountain, in a small mountain named Xuanyue.

Several huts are scattered in the mountains.

At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, no birdsong is heard everywhere, the snow is flying all over the sky, plum blossoms are proudly blooming, and the faint fragrance lingers.

A middle-aged man was wearing a black robe, with a cyan belt tied around his waist, his long hair was not messed up, and he had a pair of dignified brown-black eyes, and he was dressed in an antique style.

He has a burly body, a rosy complexion, and high temples, which makes him look very energetic.

This person's name is Yue Zhuoran, and he is the head of Xuanyue's Taiji national art line.

He stood in the cold wind, looking at the distant sky with emotion.

"Hey……"

Yue Zhuoran sighed.

I have had a really bad life in the past few decades.

Mr. Jin wrote "The Legend of Condor Heroes" back then. Because of a villain, Yin Zhiping, the dragon knight, Yin Zhiping, the sixth generation master of Quanzhen Taoism, was scolded by many people. They were spat on and splattered with dirt by many tourists.

However, the real Yin Zhiping in history guided others to do good all his life, accumulated meritorious deeds, and restrained himself to help others.

Yin Zhenren was inexplicably tainted behind his back, can Lingxu Temple bear it?
Obviously not.

The concept of spiritual emptiness coerced public opinion and forced Mr. Jin to apologize.

But what about him?
Huashan has become a tourist attraction, Xuanyue Mountain Taiji lineage, the network is thin, and the inheritance is almost cut off.

Even if he is often secretly ridiculed as a "hypocrite", Yue Zhuoran has no choice but to compare it with a character in a novel.

God is sorry, he walked upright and sat upright all his life. When he was born, Mr. Jin hadn't even started writing that novel!
Being humble and light, Yue Zhuoran has no title to be the head of the sect, but there is no one in the sect who can hold his own.

Want money but no money, want power but no power.

He couldn't learn how to contemplate those Taoists, he just wanted to calm down and teach his disciples well, so that Xuanyue's Tai Chi lineage would carry forward the name of national art after decades.

This is his only hope.

Thinking of this, Yue Zhuoran sighed and smiled wryly.

After the blood moon, the global myth descends, and the extraordinary appears in the world.

Practicing boxing for the first half of his life may not be able to beat a "superhuman" who has just awakened.

It is said that boxing is afraid of the young.

And those who have awakened the infinite cells are fast and have terrifying punches!
During this period of time, more and more young people came to play gyms, saying that they wanted to "crack down on counterfeiting and spread martial arts".

Poor God!

His Xuanyue Taiji branch is a national art, and it is not the same way as that of Naoshizi's martial arts!
It's a pity that no one is willing to listen to Yue Zhuoran's defense.

What's even more regrettable is that the eldest disciple Zhuang Xiurui didn't listen to the advice and went abroad to pursue the so-called freedom and life in the big city.

Now, Yue Zhuoran can only bite the bullet and take care of the challenges...

"Master! Grandmaster Zhang of Longteng Mountain has sent you a letter!"

A young apprentice took a piece of A4 paper that had just been printed out and handed it to Yue Zhuoran.

Yue Zhuoran rubbed his eye point, and his eyes fell on this piece of paper.

"This is...an invitation letter from Senior Zhang?"

Yue Zhuoran carefully read the letter twice.

"Bai Yun, the once-in-a-thousand-year celestial wizard...will definitely become Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng first-class..."

"...Dr. Yan Anqing suggested..."

""Standard Training Plan for Transcendents"...data collection...review..."

"Rejuvenate the national art together..."

His long hair and eyebrows were covered with snow, but his palms were hot!

at last!

Finally saw hope!
The above is starting to support these forgotten old guys!

Yue Zhuoran debuted 20 years later than Grandmaster Zhang Qianqiu, so he is not considered to be of the same generation, but Grandmaster Zhang always treats him with courtesy and helps him promote this nominal master status.

Now that Zhang Qianqiu opened his mouth, Yue Zhuoran didn't have the slightest thought of shirking.

The two veins of Longteng Mountain and Xuanyue Mountain are originally connected with each other, supporting each other, and they are very deserted.

During this period of time, Zhang Qianqiu was rejuvenated and became famous all over the country, even overseas, and many good seedlings who wanted to practice martial arts flocked to him.

All the scenes of that year came to the fore.

When Yue Zhuoran had just succeeded Xuanyue Taiji as the master, he accepted his first disciple, Kaishan, with high spirits, and spent two whole months of incense money in exchange for a "tablet computer", which he wanted to give to his first disciple Zhuang Xiurui as a meeting gift.

At that time, Yue Zhuoran thought a lot.

How to teach apprentices how to practice martial arts, how to teach the wisdom of being a human being, how to shape the disciples' good character...

Everything was done, and almost all of my heart and soul were put into it.

It's a pity that Zhuang Xiurui has a different temperament. He doesn't like to read those comic books and cartoons. He loves to gamble with others since he was a child.

He wanted to change this apprentice's hobby, but he couldn't do it.

Her bitter words were all taken as deaf ears.

After a lot of careful preparation, everything went down the drain.

So Yue Zhuoran endured the pain in his heart, went to Longteng Mountain, and gave the gift to that little guy named Ying Kai.

Now that I think about it carefully, Ying Kai and his eldest apprentice have similar personalities, but they seem to be fundamentally different.

Fortunately, the two little guys have awakened the infinite cells, and they don't know the future of the two, whether I can still see this old bone.

Yue Zhuoran folded the invitation twice and hid it close to his body.

He has made up his mind.

I have to leave and go to the capital!
There are many projects that can be supported above, but the first thing is to make achievements.

I heard from a few unnamed disciples that a few years ago, when e-sports won the championship in the Asian Games, the higher-ups began to support the e-sports event, but after the performance was not good, they gave up the support.

If the national art wants to recover, it must step on the corpses of other schools.

Taekwondo, Karate, Judo...

It was a predictably thorny road.

Yue Zhuoran couldn't take half a step back.

When you are old, it is impossible for you to talk about such things as being smashed to pieces, going up the mountain of swords and going down into the sea of ​​fire like young people.

He will prove his ideas with actions.

The unity of knowledge and action is the true nature of a hero!
Facing heavy responsibilities, he, Yue Zhuoran, head of Xuanyue Taiji...

Do my part!

Thinking about it, Yue Zhuoran's pride faltered and he felt uneasy when he thought of the young man in the summons who was praised by Grandmaster Zhang as saying that there was nothing in the sky and the earth.

He knew very well that although he was dozens of years older, in the eyes of high-ranking nobles, even 1 of him might not be as good as that young man named Yan Anqing.

"I don't know how true or false the rumors about Yan Anqing are?"

(In this chapter, the first is the ending, the second is the foreshadowing, the third is the transition, and the fourth is the expansion. The plot seems to be relatively smooth. Ran Lengguang himself is not very satisfied. After repeated revisions, he still feels that it is not good enough. I hope you understand!)

　_(:з」∠)_12 hours later, there is still an update drop!

　　
　
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