After Mr. Zhuge muttered to himself, he turned to look at Ye Feng who was standing next to him and said: "Director Ye, since my apprentice died, I have been disheartened. I originally thought that my Xuanding Sect would be cut off. But last night, I
Watching the sky at night, the purple stars are twinkling slightly, so I quickly divined, "
He suddenly laughed when he said this, and his voice suddenly became hearty: "The hexagrams show that our Xuanding Sect has a glimmer of hope! Haha, I originally thought that our Xuanding Sect would cut off the world, but I didn't expect it.
Somehow, the rumored largest sect in the world will reappear, and I will meet a disciple of your Wan family today."
When Mr. Zhuge said this, a strange light suddenly appeared in his originally sharp eyes. He looked at Wan Lin and said seriously: "I must not be ashamed of the expectations of my ancestors. I must revitalize our Xuanding."
The incense of the sect has allowed our Xuanding sect to pass down the supreme skills from generation to generation. Little brother of the Wan family, Zhuge has a presumptuous idea, I wonder if he can tell it?"
As he said that, he looked at the few young students who were still standing in the formation below and waved their hands and said: "That's it for today's class. You can go back and rest after class."
Following Mr. Zhuge's voice, a group of children let out a burst of joyful cheers and ran like a swarm of bees towards a group of antique buildings on the side hillside.
Wan Miao, who had just pulled the little monk and ran down the mountain, looked at his friends who were running away. He shouted in surprise: "Hey, get out of class isn't over yet, why are you all running away?" He then pulled the little monk, and there was a gust of wind. Then he ran into the pavilion.
Wan Lin raised his hand and pulled Wan Miao to him, looked at him intently and said, "You brat, you have grown taller again, and your kung fu has also improved a lot." Just now, when the little monk broke into the formation, he had already observed Xiao Miao intently.
His Qinggong status and his skills.
At this time, Xiaoya and Lingling also walked up to him. Xiaoya touched his head and said affectionately: "Xiao Miao, let's talk to your teacher Zhuge for a while. You take my junior brother around first.
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Lingling also said with a smile: "Xiao Miao, the knife I gave you on my junior brother's butt was so beautiful, why don't you give him two more knife in the butt later?" Everyone around laughed when they heard Lingling's crisp voice.
Xiao Miao also smiled shyly. He took the little monk's arm and said with some embarrassment: "Just now, I didn't know he was my junior senior brother. Junior senior brother, I'm so... sorry."
The little monk raised his bald head, looked at the somewhat guilty Xiao Miao, and said magnanimously: "No...it's okay, I...we are...sparring, aren't we just getting stabbed twice? It's okay! That's right...
...By the way, if there is anyone who bullies you here, I...I will go and stand up for you..."
He then glanced at Mr. Zhuge, bowed and said: "Old... old friend, I... I... will... take a walk... with my junior brother first... and then... I'll... come see you again in a while. No...
However, we have to talk first... we have agreed, I... I won't... go to your Xuandingmen, you... you, please don't always worry about... think about me." As he said this, the bald boy pulled Wan Miao.
, and ran down the side of the mountain like smoke.
"Hahaha, this kid!" Mr. Zhuge looked at the backs of the two children and let out a burst of hearty laughter, but there was a look of loneliness and regret in his eyes. Wan Lin and the others looked at the little monk's eyes.
Everyone on the back also smiled.
At this time, Ye Feng had already called for someone to bring a round table and tea, and several people followed him and sat down in the pavilion.
Wan Lin asked Xiaoya and others to sit down. He picked up a cup of tea on the small round table and took a sip. Then he stood up and looked at Mr. Zhuge, bowed and said: "Senior Zhuge, you were too polite just now. Please tell me if you have anything.
, as long as this junior can do it, I will try my best." Ye Feng and others also looked at Mr. Zhuge intently.
Mr. Zhuge put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at Wan Lin, waved his hand, and said solemnly: "In the martial arts world, the Wan family's martial arts family has a very high seniority. Although Zhuge is the head of the Xuanding family, he does not dare to fight against Wan Lin.
In front of my little brothers, we should treat our seniors as equals. If you think highly of me, just call me brother."
He didn't wait for Wan Lin to reply, raised his hand to ask Wan Lin to sit down, and said in a sad tone: "Brother Wan, Director Ye should have told you that I am the head of the Xuanding Sect, and your grandfather Mr. Wan should also know
The origin of our sect. Hundreds of years ago, although our Xuanding sect was very strict in selecting disciples and had extremely high requirements for talents, we still had hundreds of disciples, and the sect was full of people, with branches all over the country.
.In the world of martial arts, our Xuanding Sect is also quite famous."
"Alas!" He sighed and continued, "But in recent times, with the development of science and technology, my Xuanding Sect's unique fortune-telling skills have been scorned by some people, so that the society regards my Dingsheng Sect's unique skills as crooked ways, causing my disciples to
Disciples wither."
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and continued in a faint voice: "Now, I am the only one left in our Xuanding Sect. The supreme skills of the Xuanding Sect are about to be ruined in the hands of Zhuge. Alas, it is so sad.
Yeah!" When Mr. Zhuge said this, tears were already shining in his somewhat cloudy eyes.
Wanlin and others listened quietly to Mr. Zhuge's narration without saying a word. However, several people already understood the pain in this senior's heart.
The Xuanding Sect, a Taoist sect that has been circulating in history for thousands of years and was once extremely glorious, is now about to be cut off in the hands of the leader of his generation. The Xuanding Sect's supreme skills will be lost in his hands.
This is indeed sad and deplorable, and it is hard to calm down.
When Ye Feng heard this, he silently held up a teacup on the round table with both hands. He respectfully handed the teacup to Zhuge and said: "Old sir, don't be discouraged. Director Ye's training school has gathered the best martial arts schools in the country."
You are a talented person, you can still pass on what you have learned here, and Xuanding Sect’s unique skills will not be lost!”
Mr. Zhuge took the tea cup handed over by Wan Lin, looked at Ye Feng, shook his head and said: "The stunts of our Xuanding sect are extremely special. They not only require excellent martial arts qualifications, but also supreme talent in numerology. They are extraordinary.
Martial arts can only be practiced by those who are skilled in martial arts. In the past few decades, I have traveled all over the country, and apart from my apprentice who is no longer here, I have only found one person who can pass on the unique skills of my Xuanding Sect."
Having said this, he turned to look at the backs of Wan Miao and the young monk who were running down the mountain, and said in a lonely voice: "That person is this bald boy. This boy seems to be ignorant and slow, but in fact he has great talent. He is the original
Even my disciples cannot compare with him. Alas, it is a pity that this son has no chance of joining our Xuanding Sect."