"Xian'er, a man is a real man, sheds blood but does not cry, breaks teeth and swallows blood, why are you crying!"

Mei Niansheng couldn't help crying when he saw Yang Xian, and shouted sternly: "Since you have taken the seal of my Confucian sect leader, you are the current Confucian sect leader. How can you cry easily?"

Yang Xian wiped away his tears and choked at Mei Niansheng, saying, "I won't cry anymore. What instructions does the teacher have? Let me tell you now."

Mei Niansheng turned anger into joy, Zhan Yan said, "Yes, this is the way the leader of a sect. What big thing can he accomplish when crying?"

He looked at Yang Xian, with a loving feeling in his eyes, and laughed and said, "I have no regrets in my life if I can accept a disciple like you before I die. It's a pity that I can't see your heroic posture in the future!"

He ordered Yang Xian: "From today, I want you to travel around the nineteen states barefoot without becoming a great master. You may agree?"

Yang Xian said: "Disciple obeys the order."

"very good!"

Mei Niansheng laughed and said, "I'll feel relieved if I do this!"

He reached out and let out a move to the dilapidated temple behind him. A large wine jar suddenly flew out from the temple gate of the small temple several feet away. The wine jar was more than one foot high, with a small mouth and a large belly, and a simple shape.

The small temple is seven or eight feet away from Mei Niansheng, and the wine jar is placed deep in the temple hall. But at this time Mei Niansheng stretched out his hand and his true energy actually turned around and captured the wine jar in the temple.

Mei Niansheng grabbed the wine jar, slapped the mud seal, and placed two large bowls on the green stone beside him. The internal force was everywhere. The sticky and golden wine in the wine jar suddenly flew out of the mouth of the jar, turning into two yellow dragons in the air, instantly filling the two wine bowls.

The wine is exactly the same as the mouth of the bowl, neither too much nor too much.

Mei Niansheng picked up the wine bowl and smiled at Yang Xianxian, "Xian'er, this jar of old wine has been around for a hundred years. Now it is the best time to taste. Come on, our master and disciple have drunk this jar of wine together, which can be regarded as congratulations to you, the new sect leader!"

After Yang Xianning stood for a while, he reached out and picked up the wine bowl and touched it gently with Mei Niansheng's hand, and said, "Disciple's first bowl of wine to see the teacher off."

After he finished speaking, he raised his neck and drank a large bowl of wine in one sip. Then he shook the hollow bowl in his hand gently. The wine in the wine jar next to him flew out like a living thing, rushed into his wine bowl, and instantly filled it.

Yang Xian still drank it in one sip and said to Mei Niansheng in front of him: "Disciple's second bowl of wine is to celebrate himself."

Then he poured himself a bowl of wine, but did not drink it, but sprinkled it on the ground, "This third bowl of wine is for my future enemies."

He whispered: "If I die in the future, I will not blame them. If they die at my hands, they will be incompetent."

Mei Niansheng laughed: "Okay, this is my good apprentice!"

The master and apprentice touched the bowls repeatedly, and in just a moment, the two of them drank a jar of more than ten pounds of old wine.

After drinking a jar of wine, Yang Xian's face turned red and she shouted: "Teacher, what are your wishes left?"

Mei Niansheng smiled with his fingers and said, "What else does this bright heart mean?"

He said to Yang Yi: "In my life, I have been willing to be revenge. Whether it is martial arts or papers, I have rarely resisted it. I have been defeated for a hundred years, I have rarely lost my life, I have been repaid with gratitude and revenge. I have never felt wronged myself. Although I was careless, I have not had many regrets in this field now."

He patted Yang Xian on the shoulder and smiled and said, "As for the future, it depends on you!"

Mei Niansheng finished speaking with a word, waved his hand, threw away the empty wine jar, and stood up, "Xian'er, you must remember that the human race should not be infighted for a long time. You must know that there are demons outside the domain who spy on my entire human race. At that time, they will wait for an opportunity to attack, which will cause greater natural disasters and man-made disasters. You must consider Zhou Xiang in the future and must not be reckless."

Yang Xian said: "Disciple has written it down!"

Mei Niansheng laughed a long time, his body flashed, and he had already arrived at the temple gate. He stood at the collapsed temple gate, turned his back to Yang Xian, and smiled and said, "Just remember, I'll go as my teacher!"

Only when he turned his back to Yang Yizhi could he see that someone had a long sword inserted in his heart behind him.

The long sword penetrated from his back heart and into his body, until it reached the handle.

It turned out that Mei Niansheng was not only pointed at his forehead, but also stabbed by a master on his back.

The sword was inserted into his body and never pulled it out. From the fatal part of the sword inserted, we can know that the master of the sword was so fierce and accurate that even with Mei Niansheng's cultivation level, he did not dare to pull the sword out of his body.

I am worried that once it is pulled out, my life will be lost.

But since the owner of this sword kept the sword in Mei Niansheng's body and had no time to pull it out, he could guess that his cultivation was not much better than Mei Niansheng. Otherwise, he would never have been able to pull out the weapons inserted into the enemy's body when he was besieging Mei Niansheng, and he would not have been able to withdraw his hands and retreat without even pulling out the weapons inserted into the enemy's body, as Sheng might be killed by Mei Niansheng.

This sword was inserted in Mei Niansheng's back for so many years, and Mei Niansheng had not moved him, but today, as he walked to the gate of the small temple, the sword finally moved.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

As Mei Niansheng moved his footsteps, the hilt behind him kept making trembling sounds, and the hilt slowly arched outwards. Every time he took a step, the hilt of the sword arched outwards. Gradually, the long sword became longer and longer, from one foot to two foot, from two foot to two foot, and at the end, with Mei Niansheng's muffled groan, a stream of black blood suddenly shot out from his back, and the three-foot long sword finally flew out from his back.

Mei Niansheng stretched out his hand and the long sword shining with cold light had been copied by him.

He raised the sword in front of his eyes, kept looking at it, and exclaimed, "What a sword, what a sword!"

I don’t know if he was talking about whether the sword was good or the master of the sword was excellent.

When he was talking to Yang Xian just now, his temperament was deep and gentle as jade. At this time, with a sword in his hand, his momentum suddenly changed, and a shocking murderous aura burst out from him. Leaves fell in the forest on the hills and birds flew in shock.

He looked at the sky and sneered, "Hehe, Demon Sect, Buddhist Sect, Military Sect, Government Sect, and several old friends, I am not dead yet, you may have been waiting for me for a long time!"

Mei Niansheng never looked back and walked down the mountain with big steps. After taking a few steps, the person had disappeared.

Yang Xian stood at the entrance of the small temple, watching Mei Niansheng disappear, and tears rolled down.

After years of getting along with his master and apprentice, he understood Mei Niansheng's thoughts best.

The teacher's injury is difficult to recover, and he already has the will of death. This time he goes down the mountain, he will definitely seek revenge on the enemies who surrounded him and killed him. With his current state, he has no hope of survival regardless of whether he can recover this revenge or not.

Farewell today is a farewell forever.
Chapter completed!