final catastrophe

Chapter 185 1. Grand Ceremony
Baili Changfeng, autumn is as thick as honey.

In Wudang, the top of Tianxuan Peak welcomed visitors from all over the world. It was extremely lively and noisy, and it was full of festive atmosphere.

"Master of the Sharp Spear Hall, Tong Jingyuan Tong Spear King, congratulations!" Dao Tong outside the door raised his voice.

And the silver-haired man in the courtyard straightened his robe and hurried out to greet him.

An old man with white beard and hair came hurriedly outside the door, but his expression was majestic and calm. He was a burly figure, striding forward to the silver-haired man. Seeing him, he laughed boldly and said, "Nephew Sima, long time no see."

"Young Spear King has grown stronger and stronger, and his heroism has not diminished. It is really a blessing for me and the world." The silver-haired man reversed his unrestrained appearance when there was no one else, and spoke solemnly and loudly, but with proper etiquette.

Tong Jingyuan laughed loudly, then waved and said, "Xiao Zhao, come and say hello to senior!"

Immediately, he introduced to the silver-haired man in front of him with a somewhat smug expression: "Nephew Sima, this is my young disciple Zhao Zilong."

Sima Jia was stunned for a moment, he obviously knew that Tong Jingyuan, the spear king of the sharp spear hall, had only two disciples, Zhang Xiren and Zhang Jingxiu, both of them had reached the peak, and their marksmanship was extremely advanced, so they were revered by everyone in the world as the double sharpshooter. male.

So this No.3 disciple, should he be a closed disciple?
And looking at the old gun king's appearance, he seemed extremely satisfied.

But there was no curiosity or fluctuation in his heart.

The wise man is ruthless, no matter how powerful the master is, he is just a pawn on the chessboard, unless he is strong enough to break through all techniques and conspiracies, such as today's protagonist.

It is also Xia Ji, Xia Zhenren, who will succeed the third generation of Wudang master today.

His little uncle, the future of Longzangzhou...

However, behind Tong Jingyuan, a young man with a jade-like face but an extremely resolute expression strode forward from behind.

He was new to the world, but when he saw Sima Jia, who had been famous for a long time, he was not panic. Instead, he clasped his fists and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Zhao Zilong met Senior Sima!"

"Okay." Sima Jia smiled, and then asked Dao Tong to arrange for the two of them and their disciples to be seated. The congratulatory gift was recorded on the list, and then sent to the back room by a special person.

Sima Jia was laughing, he had already received dozens of guests from various sects of the Righteous Way.

The enthusiasm of those who come here cannot be faked.

Obviously, even if the master and the fifth junior brother left, Wudang still has not declined, and even under the leadership of that person, it will march towards greater glory.

but…

The silver-haired man saw that the visitor was holding off, and hurriedly waved to the little Taoist boy who had just appeared outside the corner, "Qingfeng, Qingfeng, come here."

Xiao Daotong hurried to his side.

"Where is the head? Haven't found it yet?"

Qingfeng was panting, and it could be seen that he was really non-stop and didn't rest for a moment, but when he heard the uncle's question, his face became bitter as if he had eaten yellow lotus, and then lowered his voice and said: "Uncle, I You and Mingyue called a few more trusted disciples, and almost ran over the entire Profound Sky Peak."

"What's the result?" Sima Jia didn't wait for him to answer, and said to himself, "The result is still not found, right?"

"Yes." Qingfeng said helplessly.

The succession ceremony of the third generation head teacher of Wudang, such a grand event, but the head is gone... This is really going to be laughed at by people all over the world.

At that time, guests from all walks of life sat under the stage, quietly waiting for the master to appear.

After waiting for one stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense, even in the afternoon... the head master didn't show up.

Isn't that over?
"Do you want to eat the braised hoof?" Sima Jia threatened.

Qingfeng's face became even more bitter...

Master uncle is so cruel, if he disagrees with me, is he going to take away my only love in this life?
"Master, give me another chance. This time, I will definitely..." What else could Qingfeng do, begging for mercy.

The silver-haired uncle ignored him, but took out an apple like a magic trick, brought it to his lips and took a big bite, his eyes sparkled, and he suddenly asked, "Have you visited Tianxuan's forbidden place?"

Qingfeng was taken aback, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle Master, your old man said it's a forbidden place, how can we go and see it?"

Sima Jia let out a "bah".

Qingfeng was taken aback.

But it turns out that the silver-haired man just spit out the apple peel.He was speechless for a moment, feeling that he was already frightened...

If the master succession ceremony is held, the master does not appear; if the master cannot be found, the braised hoof will leave his world forever...

What's the point of being alive?
At this moment, a voice came from the foot of the mountain from far to near, "Wu Yue, the director of the Black Wood Sect, congratulate you!"

"Bai Li, leader of the Red Lotus Sect, congratulations!"

"Bone-burying general Hua Tui, congratulations!"

...

A series of visitors scared Qingfeng into a fool.

This shit, are you sure you didn't come to attack our Wudang?
Sima Jia was sober in his heart, and secretly sighed, "This new headmaster of my family really has a lot of face", and hurriedly gnawed the apple without spitting out the skin, then waved to the little boy next to him and said, "Go!" Find the headmaster in the forbidden area, he is there."

Qingfeng couldn't help asking: "Master, how do you know?"

Sima Jia looked calm, but didn't answer: "You just go, I'm sure the head teacher is there."

Afterwards, he waved his hands behind him, "Lao Liu, come with me."

Mo Xieluo was in a daze, and various emotions were rolling and overlapping in his mind.

Seeing that the elder brother didn't call him from morning to night, but now he wants to go to meet the guests with him, he can't help but feel a little sudden...

However, the elder brother never made mistakes, so he walked over instinctively.

"Eldest brother, is there something unusual?" Mo Xieluo asked in a low voice.

Sima Jia whispered: "I heard that evil spirits and heretics are very fierce. My brother used to be behind the scenes. This time, I was a little scared to meet him face to face."

Moxieluo's heart suddenly galloped...

But he didn't know how to respond well, and thousands of words came to his mouth and turned into one sentence: "Where's Zhang... Where's Master Zhang?"

He didn't seem to be used to the headmaster becoming someone else, so when he said this sentence, he was a bit jerky, awkward, and a little sad.

"I'll be here in a while, I'll be here in a while, I asked Qingfeng to call him, he probably ate too much last night and was still sleeping." Sima Jia comforted his junior brother.

For some reason, Moxieluo suddenly lost interest in continuing the conversation with this elder brother.

I ate too much last night, so I slept late...

This is your style, big brother, right?

And Xia Ji, the legend who created countless miracles, how could this happen?

If so...

The style of painting in Mo Xieluo's mind suddenly became chaotic, and he felt that there was a hole in his mood...

So he hurriedly said: "Senior brother, we have important business to do, the guests are here."
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The forbidden area behind the mountain.

Footsteps came from behind.

Xia Ji stood up.

His desolate back immediately caught the eyes of the visitors.

The master is indeed here!
(End of this chapter)