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"Uncle Jingshou, there is Su Qinian from Xiaoyao Valley who wants to see me and wants to enter the Xuanwu Tower."

The disciple on duty spoke, but there was no response from the old wicker chair. The look of amusement in the disciple's eyes became more and more intense, and he said: "Uncle Jingshou, there is Su Qinian from Xiaoyao Valley who wants to see me and wants to enter Xuanwu Tower."

After a while, the disciple on duty turned around, looked at Su Qinian and said helplessly: "Master Jingshou is often sleepy and unable to wake up. Junior Brother Su, please wait quietly for a moment or two. Senior brother, I am still on duty, so it is inconvenient to leave for a long time, so I will say goodbye."<

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After saying that, the disciple on duty walked away without waiting for Su Qinian's response.

With a calm look in his eyes, Su Qinian sneered in his heart. The disciple on duty thought that he would remain unnoticed when his back was turned to him, but he didn't know that he had spiritual power. Everything within a radius of ten feet was visible, and nothing could escape his eyes.

At this time, he looked at the old Taoist priest who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the old wicker chair. Most people might not be able to notice it, but the moment the disciple on duty opened his mouth, he clearly caught the subtle twitch in the corner of the old Taoist priest's eyes.

It’s not the so-called sleepiness but not waking up on purpose.

In front of the Xuanwu Tower, Su Qinian stood quietly, hearing the gurgling sound of the mountain spring not far away. One or two koi leaped up in the pond, and then fell into the spring with a thud.

Half a cup of tea passed, a cup of tea passed, a stick of incense passed, half an hour later.

Su Qinian even closed his eyes slightly and began to meditate. His steps were slightly wrong, but he naturally stood up on the tortoise and snake stand. Now, this tortoise and snake stand has gradually integrated into his movements. At this moment

, if you are an ordinary outer courtyard disciple who has not mastered the "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu", you will not be able to see Su Qinian's stance at this moment, and will only think that he is standing there motionless.

Sitting on the old wicker chair, Deacon Jingshou was slightly surprised. He didn't want to pay attention to this young man at all. However, the suspended prisoner had occupied his inheritance of Wudang Qingyang Peak. In his opinion, this inheritance should be handed over to some outstanding disciples in the outer courtyard.

Even the disciples of the various peaks can make the best use of everything. In this world surrounded by monsters, he is a martial artist. Only when strong men continue to emerge among the disciples of the next generation can he carry on the past and inherit it forever.<

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Now, he wanted to see how patient Su Qier, who was widely rumored in Xiaoyao Valley, could be.

Of course, he also got some rumors, but in his opinion, it was exactly what he said at the time. For such a beggar to have an adventure and a great improvement in his cultivation, it would be even more of a shame to his Wudang! If word spread, some other

What do the martial arts sects and fellow martial artists think? He, a Wudang disciple, is worse than a suspended death row prisoner, and a waste who was once decadent, without any blood, and known as a beggar.

A whole hour.

The tea on the small octagonal wooden table has cooled down and the charcoal fire has been extinguished, but the silent deacon still hasn't woken up.

Su Qin remained motionless for many years, as if he had become a stone statue. Later, he could not even breathe.

As time went by, the deacon Jingshou sitting on the old wicker chair felt a faint thorn in his back. This was a bit unbelievable. How could he have such a feeling? Could it be this young beggar?

Impossible!

The old Taoist sensed carefully again that Su Qinian stood still and calm, but he always felt that there was something different from the first time. He noticed the long green iron knife behind the young man's back. Looking at the cloud patterns on the handle, it seemed that

There is some meaning, it is a hair-cutting sharp blade, but even so, it should not give him such an almost uneasy stabbing feeling on his back.

Another half stick of incense passed.

Several disciples from the outer courtyard came to the Xuanwu Tower and saw such an almost bizarre scene.

What's going on?

Several young people looked at each other, a little confused, but then they looked at Su Qinian, and they felt more and more wrong. With such attire and age, it seemed that he was not a disciple of their Baiyun Peak outer courtyard.

A young disciple left and returned after half a cup of tea.

"What! Su Qier from Xiaoyao Valley!"

"It's this trash!"

"The inheritance of Qingyang Peak fell into his hands? What a great misfortune for me, Wudang!"

Several young disciples raised their eyebrows immediately, with cold light and unkindness in their eyes. When the news of the succession of Qingyang Peak came down from Tianzhu Peak that day, many of their disciples in the outer courtyard of Baiyun Peak sighed and felt unwilling. Although Qingyu and

The two disciples from the poor family in Qingye are also unknown, but they are both disciples of the outer courtyard. Although they are unwilling to accept it, they are not unhappy. Only Su Qier from Xiaoyao Valley returned to Xiaoyao Valley to show off his power as soon as he received the inheritance.

It is said that he also injured several of his leaders, who were on probation with extraordinary status. How could such a person be so worthy that they would be so convinced that he would hand over the inheritance of his lineage, and even one day in the future, he would have to bow down and be called Senior Brother Zhangfeng?

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"Why does this villain's successful thing come to my Baiyunfeng outer courtyard?"

"I heard from the junior brother on duty that this guy actually went down the mountain and killed a monster. He got the badge from Master Jingdu of Xiaoyao Valley. He wants to come to my Baiyun Peak Xuanwu Building to learn the eighth, ninth and tenth "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu".

Layers of exercises."

"Impossible, he can kill monsters? Damn it, I don't believe it. There must be something fishy in this. Uncle Jing Du didn't listen to Uncle Jing Shou's advice, which led to such evil results. Between these two people

There may be some ulterior secrets, and there may be some interests."

A disciple suddenly spoke, and several young disciples were stunned. They didn't expect him to suddenly say such earth-shattering words.

"Be careful! The temple is a taboo. You cannot slander Uncle Jingzi at will."

"What are you afraid of? Xiaoyao Valley has always been a mixed bag. Master Jingdu was at Zigaifeng back then. If he hadn't made a mistake and was captured for showing off his strength, how could Master Ning Yunzi's great uncle, a top figure in the martial arts world, have fallen in Beihai?

On the shore, those who guard Xiaoyao Valley are demoted to Xiaoyao Valley. Over the years, have I ever seen him step out of Xiaoyao Valley again? This is repentance and atonement!"

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That disciple didn't have any scruples at all. He told some secrets about the past without any scruples. Although the other young disciples dodged their eyes and seemed to blame, they didn't really stop them. Obviously, in their view, what he said was

Everything is well-founded and is not considered spreading rumors to cause trouble or slandering.

"I don't believe that this boy can kill monsters on his own! There must be a mystery in this. I want to report it to the law enforcement Taoist of Tianzhu Peak Zhenwu Hall to investigate everything thoroughly. Our Wudang precepts cannot be violated!"

"Yes, we need to investigate thoroughly. If there is any evil in this, we will never let it go. Our thousands-year reputation of Wudang cannot be compromised!"

"Now take this son first. Before the authenticity is known, how can we allow him to enter the Xuanwu Building in our outer courtyard and leak the inheritance of my Wudang Martial Arts again?"

Phew!

The next moment, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old disciple reached out and landed on Su Qinian's shoulder.

Hmm?

In an instant, the disciple raised his eyebrows, and his hand seemed to have fallen on an iron statue, motionless.

"Wick me up!"

He shouted coldly, his whole body was full of energy and blood, his strength was surging, and his muscles and bones were beating like war drums. He was clearly the sixth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu", a perfect cultivation level.

A big fiery red horse tore through the air and descended. Its four hooves were like bowls and fell into the void, making a long and silent neigh.

Can't pull!

The disciple almost turned red in the face. He exerted force with his palms repeatedly, and even put his other hand on Su Qinian's other shoulder. Even with the force of his arms, the veins were bulging, but he still could not make Su Qinian move even half an inch.

After a few breaths, he loosened his hands suddenly, stepped back a few steps and stood still, breathing heavily, looking at Su Qinian's back with some surprise.

Damn it!

Several other disciples from the outer courtyard frowned. They stared at Su Qinian's back. They stood so calmly, with their backs to everyone, but they seemed to have an inexplicable aura.

"Could it be a turtle and snake pile!"

Some people's eyes are like torches and their cultivation is profound. At this time, they seem to see through some falsehoods and reality, and their eyes gradually become solemn.

Turtle and snake pile?

One person immediately turned around and left, while the remaining people stepped forward, each occupying a side, and surrounded Su Qinian in the center.

There were a total of four disciples from the outer courtyard, controlling the directions of the four elephants. The oldest seemed to be a young man, and the youngest was seventeen or eighteen years old. As the four of them stood still, the air in front of the Xuanwu Tower quickly became stagnant, and the sound of the wind stopped.

The cold wind was suppressed, and four hot breaths slowly rose. (Today’s second update is early enough. Tomorrow is Monday again. New book list for the last four days. Please vote for your recommendation in the early morning. New book friends will add it to your collection.) <
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