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- Chapter 57 Entering the Mountain
Zhang Yiming turned over and knelt on the ground: "I have lost my martial arts skills, and it is no longer difficult to fight for the leadership. Now our Ziyang Sect has no leader, and our huge foundation will be destroyed at the hands of unscrupulous disciples. Even if I die, I will be shameless." Ancestors!"
Xiao Yuesheng frowned, his face was as dark as water, and he said nothing.
Zhang Yiming spoke sincerely and told the various benefits of becoming the leader, and how the Ziyang Sword Sect needed a wise leader.
After talking about the great power, his mouth went dry, but he saw Xiao Yuesheng with his eyes closed and motionless, not showing any sign of being moved at all.
Zhang Yiming thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and suddenly fell to his knees and kowtowed.
The forehead collided with the grass, making a banging sound. In just two strokes, Zhang Yiming's forehead turned red and was stained with grass roots.
Xiao Yuesheng closed his eyes slightly and seemed to be in trance, unmoved by his kowtows and pleas.
He has gathered a large number of high-quality spiritual jade. As long as he sets up a large spiritual gathering array, he will be able to make great progress in his cultivation after retreat. In his eyes, mundane things are not worth mentioning. They are also obstacles that hinder his cultivation. He must not be distracted. .
Zhang Guiyuan, the grandson of Zhang Yiming, clenched his teeth, opened his eyes angrily, and stared at Xiao Yuesheng. Anger boiled and rushed to his forehead. He wanted to rebuke loudly, but his heart was as stone as stone!
He gritted his teeth, suddenly stepped forward, knelt beside Zhang Yiming, and kowtowed with him.
"Alas!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said slowly: "Don't do useless things. I have something important and I can't delay."
Zhang Yiming raised his head and looked at him sincerely: "Please have mercy on Young Master Xiao and save my Ziyang Sect!"
Xiao Yuesheng frowned and said in a deep voice: "How do you know how good my martial arts is?Besides, I am not from the Ziyang Sect!Don't you think this is completely ridiculous?!"
Zhang Yiming smiled bitterly: "I am not good at martial arts, but my eyes are not blind. How can I not see that the young hero has superb martial arts?! There is nothing better than being the leader of my Ziyang Sword Sect!"
He saw Xiao Yuesheng rescuing people and when he pulled out the sword from his body, Xiao Yuesheng used Qi to control the blood and make it airtight. The depth of his skills was incredible to him.
Hearing that he had lost all his martial arts skills, he was as disheartened as death. In his lonely heart, a light suddenly flashed through him and he saw hope.
" If this young master Xiao can take control of the Ziyang Sect, then the Ziyang Sword Sect will be saved. At least, they will not be destroyed by others.
Now, he has understood that even if he becomes the head of Ziyang Sword Sect, he still cannot deal with the Iron Sword Sect.
Among the Ziyang Sword Sect, he has the highest martial arts, but he was still injured by the Iron Sword Sect. Even if he took over as the leader, the Ziyang Sword Sect was eventually destroyed by the Iron Sword Sect.
Thinking of this, he was determined.
"Qiang¡ª¡ª" He suddenly drew out the long sword beside him, put it in front of his neck with his backhand, looked at Xiao Yuesheng, and said in a deep voice: "Young Master Xiao, I have offended you If you don't agree, I will kill myself. in front of!"
Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed, he raised his right arm and waved forward.
With a flash of sword light, Zhang Yiming's long sword was released and appeared in Xiao Yuesheng's hand.
Zhang Yiming stared at him blankly, with even more surprise in his eyes. With such magical skills, he is the best candidate to head the Ziyang Sword Sect!
"Young hero can stop me for a moment, but how can you stop me for the rest of my life?!" Zhang Yiming said decisively.
Xiao Yuesheng suddenly laughed, shook his head and said: "You old man, I saved people but I saved them from trouble!"
"Sir, please be merciful, please save our Ziyang sect!" Zhang Guiyuan, who was standing next to him, put his head on the grass and said sincerely.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, stood up, paced with his hands behind his back, thinking slightly, with a thoughtful expression on his face and his eyes flickering.
Zhang Yiming and Zhang Guiyuan stared at him closely, and his frown made their hearts skip a beat and made them uneasy.
Zhang Guiyuan suddenly realized something and looked at his grandfather with a look of admiration. His grandfather's thoughts were much more open-minded than his own, and he could even think of this idea! It¡¯s really a wild idea!
After a while, Xiao Yuesheng sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, in that case, I'll go take a look!"
"Young hero is so kind, I am so grateful!" Zhang Yiming kowtowed heavily and said with excitement on his face.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, saying: "It's such a big trouble, how can I care about these things!"
¡°Thank you for your hard work, young hero!¡± Zhang Yiming chuckled, beaming with joy.
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "You guys should get up, stop kneeling, your body bones are not yet strong enough, so you need to be careful to breathe."
"Thank you for your concern, young hero!" Zhang Yiming smiled and stood up, and Zhang Guiyuan also stood up.
Xiao Yuesheng took two steps, stopped, and muttered: "You martial arts of Ziyang Sword Sect??, you need to teach me in detail, and you also need to tell me carefully about the disputes among the people in the sect. "
Zhang Yiming nodded hastily: "That's natural!"
He was secretly happy in his heart. It seemed that he had found the right person. He would act steadily and carefully, and he would definitely be a wise leader.
Xiao Yuesheng glanced at the two of them. Zhang Yiming smiled happily and felt happy in his heart, but Zhang Guiyuan looked a little reluctant.
He understood in his heart that Zhang Yiming had deep feelings for the Ziyang Sword Sect and devoted himself to it without any selfish motives. However, it was difficult for his grandson Zhang Guiyuan to be so selfless. In his heart, he did not have a desire for power, but his martial arts skills were damaged, so he must have My heart is depressed.
Xiao Yuesheng walked leisurely and stepped into Ziyang Mountain. Zhang Yiming and Zhang Guiyuan changed their appearance and hid them in a secret place, making sure they were safe.
He was dressed in a green shirt, with a three-foot green-edged sword hanging on his waist. The scabbard was simple and the hilt was wrapped with a dark purple silk ribbon.
The mountain breeze came slowly, the lapels of his green shirt were fluttering, and the dark purple silk ribbon was fluttering.
We walked through a pine forest and came to the foot of the mountain. In front of us was a path leading straight to the bottom of the mountain. It was like a yellow streamer hanging in the sky among the lush green mountains, blown crookedly by the wind.
"Stop!" Just as he was about to step onto the path, two shouts came from beside him: "This is the place of the Ziyang Sect, no one else is allowed to enter!"
He turned around and saw two young men in blue satin suits standing side by side, with their right hands on the hilts of their swords. One was fat and the other was thin. Both had serious eyebrows and stern faces.
About two feet away from him, the two of them stared at him warily with bright eyes. Among them, the thin young man asked in a low voice: "Who are you?! Where are you going?"
"One of our own." Xiao Yuesheng said warmly, looked at the two of them, and said, "I am a disciple from the outer hall, and I am here to participate in the master meeting."
"Sword card!" The thin young man stretched out his left hand and kept his right hand on the hilt of the sword, with a wary expression.
Xiao Yuesheng took out a small sword from his arms. It was about the length of the middle finger and the width of a fingernail. It was dark brown in color. It was made of a unique wood, a wood unique to Ziyang Mountain.
This is the identity tag of a disciple of the Ziyang Sword Sect. Its identity is engraved on it and must be kept carefully and not lost.
Whenever a disciple of the Ziyang Sword Sect becomes a disciple and has completed the basic swordsmanship training, he will be given a sword medal by the Elder Chuanjian, one of the four elders, to signify that he has officially become a disciple of the Ziyang Sword Sect.
The remaining elders do not have wooden swords and have no right to issue them.
Xiao Yuesheng's wooden sword was Zhang Yiming's hidden blank sword card, which finally came into use.
Xiao Yuesheng threw it gently and flew towards the thin young man, neither fast nor slow, showing a good internal strength, neither high nor low.
The thin young man took a step forward with his sword in hand, reached out and took the small wooden sword. He looked at it carefully, then looked at it to the thinner young man, and looked up: "Xiao Guanlan?"
"Not bad." Xiao Yuesheng nodded slowly.
The two men relaxed, and the thin young man threw it away, and the small wooden sword flew back at an extremely fast speed, making a light whistling sound.
Xiao Yuesheng dexterously picked up the sword, took the sword card, put it in his arms, cupped his fists and said: "I am a disciple of the outer hall. I am new to Ziyang Mountain. Please show me the way!"
"Keep going up, and someone will guide you!" the thin young man said with his fists in his hands, his face gentle, no longer as serious as before.
"Thank you." Xiao Yuesheng nodded to the two of them and turned around to go up the mountain.
He walked leisurely, along the winding path, watching the twists and turns, the scenery was pleasant, and from time to time he saw birds and animals flashing through the forest.
Those birds and beasts were not afraid of humans, they were arrogant, some even stopped to look at him, and then disappeared as quickly as possible.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and laughed. It seemed that these people from the Ziyang Sword Sect were quite kind and did not sacrifice the teeth of these animals, which made him feel good.
At this moment, two young men appeared behind them, both wearing green-edged swords with purple silk ribbons wrapped around the hilts.
They moved quickly, used Qing Kung Fu, and in a blink of an eye, they caught up with Xiao Yuesheng.
These two people are tall and short. Although they are not handsome, they are heroic. Although their bodies are thin, they are like leopards, containing explosive power.
They turned their heads, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng up and down, and gave him a toothy smile, which was very friendly.
The shorter man cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Senior brother, are you also from the outer hall of the Ziyang Sword Sect?"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, quite surprised. The disciples of the inner hall and the outer hall could not be seen from the outside. They were only marked on the sword plaque.
"As soon as I saw you, I knew that you were a disciple of the outer hall." The man smiled with bright white teeth.
"Yes, I'm here to attend the head meeting." Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said warmly.
The man¡¯s eyes lit up and he said hurriedly: ¡°Who are you here with? Do you recognize me?¡±
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said: "I am alone, senior brother Zhang Yiming."
¡°Zhang¡Yi¡Ming¡¡± The short young man suddenly turned his head and shouted: ¡°Scholar¡¯s ??Sword Zhang Yiming, Uncle Zhang?!¡±
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and smiled.
"That's not right" The short young man stared at him doubtfully and said, "Are you our uncle? No! No!"
"Senior Brother Zhang accepts disciples on behalf of his master." Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly.
When Xiao Yuesheng confirmed his identity, he naturally did not want to be Zhang Yiming's disciple, so he simply became his junior disciple, saying that he was Zhang Yiming's master and disciple.
With this kind of seniority, they also have more advantages when competing for the position of leader. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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