[Chapter 367: See if anyone is betraying their teacher and ancestors]
ancestors. Yang Yiyu watched Taoist Qian Jue coming over. He didn’t plan to speak. First, he really didn’t want to get involved in the internal strife of Wudang.
Second, Taoist Qian Jue and Taoist Ming Jue didn’t seem to be easy to deal with. The most important thing was that there were too many innate masters, a total of 28.
He really underestimated these ancient sects.
If he used his fists to solve the problem, he seemed to be unable to do it.
Third, he came to Wudang on a trip, so it was normal for Taoist Qian Jue to say something critical, because he was in someone else’s territory.
Yang Yiyu was not a fool. He would endure it if he could and wait and see. If not, he would slip away.
The old bastard who had cursed Baishan countless times in his heart didn’t tell him the truth in Wuxiang Dojo, so he was waiting to find him to come to Wudang to serve as a shield for them.
At this time, Ming Jue looked kind on his face in the face of Qian Jue’s curse, but in fact his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said: “Qian Jue, Yang Yiyu is the disciple of the founder Sikong Yuan, and the younger brother of the founder’s master. He can refine the real Peiyuan Pill and has mastered many of the founder’s inheritance. Do you want to betray your master and ancestors?”
“Ming Jue, don’t you use the big hats of the founder and the founder’s master to pressure me. If I betray my master and ancestors, you old boy would have turned into yellow earth long ago.
Besides, whether Yang Yiyu is the disciple of the founder and whether he can refine the real Peiyuan Pill, that’s just your one-sided statement, we haven’t seen it.
What’s the matter? Do you want to rebel by finding an outsider today? Let me tell you, old man, the future path of Wu Dang should be based on pure martial arts. Refining pills is just an illusory thing. The real cultivation is accumulated through continuous practice.
Yes, Peiyuan Pill is indeed effective for ancient martial artists, but it is only limited to the Peiyuan Pill refined by the founder’s master. Yuan Dan, but what about now? You have a general who will open a sect and ask the headmaster to refine the pill?
Wudang has spent countless resources over the years, and none of you old immortals can refine Pei Yuan Dan, which has greatly wasted Wudang’s resources. As a result, our Wudang, as an ancient sect, has become the bottom of all sects. What’s the point of refining pills?
Today is the day to decide on the headmaster. Wudang cannot be without a leader. The current headmaster has been in seclusion for ten years without any news. If this continues, Wudang will perish sooner or later, and then you Ming Jue and others will be the sinners of Wudang. “
Qian Jue raised his finger and almost pointed at Ming Jue and his people and roared.
Taoist Ming Jue’s face became more and more gloomy, and he retorted angrily: “Qian Jue’s alchemy is the inheritance passed down by the founder of the sect. Do you really want to betray your master and ancestors today? The Peiyuan Pill refined by Yang Yiyu, to be disrespectful, has surpassed the Peiyuan Pill refined by the founder of the sect. I have evidence for this. Yang Yiyu is the inheritance disciple of the founder Sikong Yuan.”
After he finished speaking, he turned to Baishan and said: “Baishan, show them the Peiyuan Pill given by your master to these frogs in the well. See if the pill is effective and how important the alchemy method is to ancient martial artists.”
Baishan cooperated and took out the Peiyuan Pill that Yang Yiyu had given him last time. He was going to take the Peiyuan Pill to Qianjue to show it and slap Qianjue in the face, but Qianjue didn’t even see him, so he kept the Peiyuan Pill in his hand.
When Bai Shan took out the Pei Yuan Dan, Qian Jueleng didn’t even look at it. He insisted in his heart that he had known for a long time that Yang Yiyu’s Pei Yuan Dan was effective, but he would not admit it. Once he admitted it, wouldn’t his plan to select the successor of Wudang be ruined?
Looking at Bai Shan, Qian Jue sneered, “What a shitty pill, I won’t look at it. Besides, even if it’s real, the pill is not made by you. If you have the ability, go and make the pill?
And this kid, you are an outsider and you come to interfere in Wudang’s affairs. Do you think it’s appropriate? This is an ancient sect and Wudang is your backyard. I advise you to get out as soon as possible, otherwise don’t blame me for being rude, what a thing.” Qian
Jue was determined to reform Wudang, or it could be said that he had ambition. He wanted to control Wudang and select his own disciples to be the head of Wudang. Now he couldn’t stand Yang Yiyu at all.
In fact, he had already investigated Yang Yiyu. From his heart, Yang Yiyu could indeed be regarded as the inherited disciple of Wudang’s founder Sikong Yuan, and even the master of martial arts, but could he admit it?
The answer is no.
At this moment, I thought it would be best to kick Yang Yiyu out of Wudang and not interfere with his plan.
But at this moment, Qian Jue was wrong.
Yang Yiyu didn’t want to get involved in Wudang’s internal affairs, so he lowered his posture from the moment he stepped into the mountain gate. He didn’t expect that Qian Jue, this old bastard, would attack him. Do
you really think I’m a clay man?
What’s wrong with being innate?
I’ll risk it all, and I’ll get my face back today. After
all, he is now the leader of Yunmen, the master of the sect, and the direct disciple of the Supreme Sanxian. When has he ever been looked down upon and insulted like this? He
immediately narrowed his eyes and looked at Qian Jue, who was about to talk to the old bastard about the principle of fists.
Then, at this time, Qian Jue said again: “Wudang cannot be without a leader. Today, I will select the headmaster. Disciples, listen to my order. Ring the bell to notify all Wudang disciples to worship the ancestors and discuss matters in the ancestral hall.”
After speaking in a tough tone, he snorted and glared at Yang Yiyu, and said coldly in a threatening tone: “Boy, get out of here as soon as possible, don’t cause trouble for me.”
After Qian Jue threatened Yang Yiyu, he jumped up suddenly, his body was dozens of meters off the ground, and he flew up in the eyes of envy and awe of many Wudang disciples. In the blink of an eye, he flew to a palace in the distance.
It should be to the ancestral hall.
Ming Jue knew that Qian Jue was determined and snorted coldly: “Qian Jue, do you dare?” While speaking, he also flew up and chased Qian Jue. He knew that if Qian Jue forced to worship the ancestor and discuss matters today, Wudang would change, and the matter of the successor to the headmaster must not be decided by him.
Yang Yiyun was not surprised that Qian Jue and Ming Jue could fly, because he knew that flying required at least the sixth level of innateness, and both of them were ancient warriors of the sixth level of innateness.
Qian Jue was at the peak of the sixth level of innateness, and Ming Jue could be considered to be in the middle of the sixth level.
It can be seen that Qian Jue’s flight is faster and more stable than Ming Jue’s.
The fire in Yang Yiyu’s heart was completely ignited by Qian Jue’s last words, and his eyes were burning with anger. Today, this matter will be taken care of by his buddy. When
the Wudang disciples in the field saw the two big guys flying away, they also let go of their pace and chased after them.
Baishan looked at Yang Yiyu with embarrassment. He didn’t expect Qian Jue to curse and threaten Yang Yiyu so shamelessly. He stammered to Yang Yiyu: “Grandmaster… I’m sorry, I really didn’t expect it to be like this…”
Yang Yiyu interrupted Baishan’s words and squinted his eyes at the flying figures of Qian Jue and Ming Jue in the palace in the distance and asked: “According to the rules of Baishan Wudang, how should those who commit crimes and betray their teachers and ancestors be punished?”
Baishan answered subconsciously: “They should be executed~”
“Okay, today I will be your Wudang’s grandmaster and see if there is anyone who betrays their teachers and ancestors.”
Yang Yiyu said, and used the wind control technique. He soared into the air and flew away quickly.
This scene made Baishan’s eyes widen.
All Xiantians know that if you want to fly, you must reach the Xiantian level 6, because only the true essence of the Xiantian level 6 can support the body to fly.
But Yang Yiyu is clearly at the Xiantian level 1, how can he fly? Moreover, his flying speed and body shape are several times faster than the two masters of Wudang, Ming Jue and Qian Jue, and more elegant and free.
Can a Xiantian level 1 fly?
Bai Shan was extremely shocked and envious. There were
dozens of Wudang disciples in the martial arts training field who felt the same as Bai Shan.
After seeing the faces of several ancient warriors above the Xiantian level 4, the people on Qian Jue’s side changed drastically and quickened their pace towards the Patriarch Hall. The people on
Ming Jue’s side were overjoyed. Yang Yiyu could fly, could it be that he was not the Xiantian level 1 as he appeared to be?
And his real level was Xiantian level 6?
No matter how you think about it, it’s a good thing, and they also quickly rushed to the Patriarch Hall.
Looking at Qian Jue and Ming Jue flying in the sky, both of them hope to promote their own candidates to be the headmaster. From fighting openly and secretly, it has finally erupted today.
Once the Patriarch Hall is opened, the matter will be settled.
The two flew one after the other.
Qian Jue’s cultivation is higher than Ming Jue. He sneered and flew, looking relaxed.
He was the first to reach the door of the Patriarch Hall, and then he looked back at the sky.
However, Qian Jue originally wanted to mock Ming Jue, but when he turned around, his eyes widened.
Behind Ming Jue, a figure came like a stream of light, and the speed was three times faster than his.
From far to near, when Qian Jue saw the person flying, his eyes almost popped out. The person was Yang Yiyu, whom he had just threatened and cursed.
(End of this chapter)
