In a room.
At this moment, a handsome young man in a red robe, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was staring blankly at a bronze mirror in front of him.
"No way. I really transmigrated and became Jiu Mozhi in the world of the Eight Heavenly Dragons?!”
In fact, he was not a human from this world, but an ordinary young man from Earth, Xia Ping.
Because of a traffic accident, he was killed in a car crash. As a result, his soul passed through time and space and came to this normal time and space. He entered this body and obtained the original memories of this body.
When he found out that this body's name was Jiu Mozhi, he couldn't help but be shocked, because this person was a famous peerless expert in the world of the Eight Heavenly Dragons. He was known as the Four Absolutes, and his martial arts were top-notch.
He had a noble status as the Imperial Advisor of the Tubo Kingdom. His nickname was the Great Wheel Wisdom King.
He was extremely intelligent and had an outstanding memory since he was young. He had a photographic memory and amazing comprehension.
Most importantly, he had a good appearance and could be called a peerless handsome man. Even Wu Yazi, the publicly acknowledged handsome man, felt inferior to Jiu Mozhi when he saw him. He thought that even if he was 20 or 30 years younger, he could not compare to him.
Unfortunately, due to his various mistakes, Jiu Mozhi ended up in a miserable state. All of his martial arts were absorbed by Duan Yu's Northern Dark Divine Art, and he became a cripple who had lost all his martial arts.
Of course, Jiu Mozhi wasn't at his peak yet. He was still a teenager and hadn't practiced martial arts yet.
There were still at least 10 to 20 years before the true start of the plot of the Eight Heavenly Dragons.
"According to my memory, I am only an ordinary monk of the Tibetan secret sect, Ningma Sect, and I do not have the qualifications to learn martial arts. However, it will soon be time for the Ningma Sect Master to select disciples. If I can become a disciple of the Ningma Sect Master, I will definitely be able to learn extremely high-quality martial arts.”
Xia Ping clenched his fists. He was born in a peaceful era, and there were not many strange things happening around him. Naturally, he yearned for this legendary martial arts.
If he had the chance, he would definitely learn the best martial arts. Only then would his life not be in vain.
Of course, he wouldn't be like Jiu Mozhi, blinded by greed and made enemies of everyone in the world. He wouldn't end up in a miserable state where he lost all his martial arts. He definitely wouldn't repeat the same mistake.
"Jiu Mozhi."
At this moment, the door outside was pushed open, and a young red-robed youth who was also fifteen or sixteen years old ran in."What are you waiting for? The Master's selection of disciples is about to begin. This is a chance for us to leap over the dragon gate. If the Master takes a fancy to us, we'll be rich.”
He said to Xia Ping in disappointment.
This was Kumo Zhi's good friend, Bilu Zhena. He was also a young disciple of the Ningma Sect. In the future, he would be a pillar of the Ningma Sect.
"Bilu Zhena, I was just daydreaming here. I'll leave now.”
Xia Ping smiled and said to Bilu Zaina.
"Let's go quickly. Don't let the others wait too long. Otherwise, we might leave a bad impression on the master. Otherwise, our future might be over, understand?”
Bilu Zhelna immediately pulled Xia Ping out of the door.
Soon, the two of them traveled all the way and arrived at a luxurious palace of Ningma Sect. It was filled with gold, diamonds, and luxurious roof glass. It was extremely luxurious under the sunlight.
This was a golden palace.
However, it was only natural that the Ningma Sect was so rich. It was one of the largest sects in the entire Tubo Kingdom. It was valued by the king of Tubo Kingdom and had many believers.
At this moment, many young Ningma Sect disciples and elders appeared in the golden palace. They were all dressed in red robes, solemn and silent.
Xia Ping and Bi Lu Zhe didn't dare to say anything more. They quickly joined the group of young disciples. They were the candidates for today's selection of Ning Ma Sect's Successive Disciples.
"Master has arrived!"
At this moment, a Ningma Sect elder shouted loudly. His voice was full of energy, and the sound waves spread throughout the entire palace.
Then, a group of people walked in from outside the palace. The others automatically divided themselves into two rows, and the leader was an old monk in his sixties or seventies. He was tall and sturdy.
He was the master of Ningma Sect and the leader of the entire Ningma Sect.
As soon as the old monk appeared, the atmosphere in the entire palace changed. It was solemn and solemn, and no one dared to breathe.
Xia Ping could also sense how powerful this old monk was. His eyes seemed to contain lightning and could see through people's hearts. His powerful aura enveloped the entire palace, making him unfathomable.
He was surrounded by a faint aura of flames. He was like a furnace. Just by walking into the palace, the temperature of the palace immediately increased by more than ten degrees.
Many Ningma Sect elders were in awe and subconsciously took a few steps back to keep a certain distance from this master, so as not to be burned by such a scorching aura.
Although he was a seventy-year-old man, his steps were vigorous and his martial arts were as boundless as the ocean. He could be considered the number one expert of Ningma Sect and was proficient in the supreme Flaming Saber Art.
With such energy and Vitality, the other party could live for at least a hundred years.
According to his past memories, this Ningma Sect master would probably become Jiu Mozhi's master in the future. He would also be the initiator of Jiu Mozhi's martial arts and the one who forged his peerless martial arts.
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