Exhausted Lamp, Sloppy Daoist Priest!
"Clang…Clang..."
The Dao bell rang in Wudang Mountain.
When countless Wudang disciples heard this sound, they realized something and began to gather in the direction of the True Martial Palace.
"Wind and Moon, what happened?”Qing Yi frowned and could not help but ask the two Wudang Mountain Dao children who were the most familiar with him.
"Grandmaster Grandma, the headmaster is about to leave…" The two seven or eight-year-old Daoist children cried their hearts out. When they thought of the kind-looking old Taoist priest and the headmaster whom they respected, their hearts were filled with sorrow.
When Qing Yi heard this, he fell silent and sighed in his heart.
Regardless of whether she and Wang Ye could succeed in the end, her elder brother had stayed on the mountain for a year. In addition, Wudang Sect had given her a thousand-year-old Chalcedony Mushroom. No matter what, Wudang Sect was indebted to the Bai Clan.
As the adopted daughter of the Bai family, she naturally had to show herself at this time.
Qing Yi gathered her emotions and followed the two little Daoist children to Wudang Mountain's True Martial Palace.
At the peak of Tianzhu Peak,
Hearing the bell chime, Yu Daiyan's eyes flashed with sorrow.
At this moment, Bai Xiaonian, who was sitting opposite him, had a deep and long aura. He was probably a completely different person from before.
Yu Daiyan looked at the withered Thousand Year Chalcedony Ganoderma in his hand and couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
Who knew how much bloodshed this thing would cause in the pugilistic world after it was born? Now that it had entered the body of this Young Master Jun of Wu 'an, who knew if it was a blessing or a curse.
With the Thousand Year Chalcedony Mushroom changing his physique, Bai Xiaonian had already become a human-shaped supreme tonic. If any martial artist saw it, they would probably not be able to resist the temptation of the Thousand Year Chalcedony Mushroom's spiritual energy.
This was because no external force could allow Bai Xiaonian to completely absorb the spiritual energy of the thousand-year-old Chalcedony Ganoderma.
He could only plant the spiritual energy of the Thousand-Year Chalcedony Ganoderma in Bai Xiaonian's dantian. As for whether Bai Xiaonian could completely refine the spiritual energy and how much was left after refining it, that would all depend on Bai Xiaonian's own luck.
Now, Bai Xiaonian had appeared in the martial world with such supreme spiritual energy. He did not know if it was a blessing or a curse for him.
However, no matter what happened in the future, the Chalcedony Ganoderma had already belonged to Bai Xiaonian. There was not much time left for Song Yuanqiao.
Although Yu Daiyan really wanted to personally send off his Sect Leader Senior Brother, he still had to wait for Bai Xiaonian to wake up. He could only harbor this endless regret and let out a long sigh…
True Martial Palace.
Countless Wudang disciples knelt in front of the hall, and faint cries of grief could be heard.
Everyone knew that the current sect master of Wudang Sect would ascend in the next few hours.
"If it weren't for us being so disappointing back then, how could Eldest Senior Brother's lifespan be so short?”Yu Lianzhou's heart was bleeding. Back then, Perfected Zhang was in seclusion, and Wudang Sect was coveted by foreign enemies, who attacked Wudang Sect!
Eldest Senior Brother Song Yuanqiao forcefully consumed his blood essence potential to break through to the Heaven Tier. Although he intimidated the enemies, Song Yuanqiao's blood essence was also depleted because of this, and his lifespan was reduced. Otherwise, with Song Yuanqiao's cultivation, how could he have reached the end of his life so quickly?
"Don't worry, Eldest Senior Brother. We will definitely find out the identity of that person back then and kill the enemy to avenge Eldest Senior Brother!”
Mo Shenggu sobbed.
At this moment, there was a clang and the sound of a long sword falling to the ground came from afar.
"Eldest Senior Brother!" Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting quickly rushed to the front of the hall. They had followed their senior brother's orders to go down the mountain to gather information. It had only been a few months, and they were actually going to say goodbye to Song Yuanqiao once they saw him again…
"No need... Revenge. After I leave, there's no need for a grand funeral. Daoling will be appointed as the third generation leader of Wudang. You must do your best to assist him.”
Song Yuanqiao's voice was a little weak now. He did not expect that his end would come so quickly. Now that he thought about it, it must have been because the birth of the thousand-year-old Chalcedony Ganoderma had attracted the true qi in the mountain to gather, which was why he had ended that state of dying in advance.
However, Song Yuanqiao had no regrets now.
Wudang Sect had successfully fulfilled their agreement with Lord Wu 'an's Residence. Now, it was time for Lord Wu' an and Bai Xiaonian to fulfill their agreement.
Zhang Daoling had slowly grown to the point where he could take charge of his own affairs. He was strong enough to take over the position of the next sect master of Wudang. As for the king…
After they got married, he would no longer have to worry about the safety of his junior brother.
"Life has only lasted for a few decades. I am fortunate enough to travel with everyone in this life. If it is possible, I really want to travel with everyone for a while longer…" Song Yuanqiao's eyes flashed with a hint of emotion. The scenes of his life over the past few decades flashed through Song Yuanqiao's mind like a fleeting white horse.
At this moment, Qing Yi had also rushed to the front of the True Martial Palace with two little Daoist children. When she saw the old Sect Leader sitting on the futon in the palace, Qing Yi bowed very solemnly.
Song Yuanqiao nodded and said,"Miss Qing Yi, that junior brother of mine has unparalleled talent, but he is lazy by nature. Please take care of him after he gets married…"
Qing Yi's pretty face blushed slightly. She thought about how the king did not even want to see her and was about to retort. However, when she saw the smiling old Taoist priest, all her words turned into a long sigh.
"Don't worry, Sect Master. Qing Yi…Remember that."
However, Qing Yi's impression of Wang Ye had worsened, and he even felt a little disgusted.
His eldest senior brother was about to pass away, but the king did not even show his face.
Thinking of this, Qing Yi couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. The husband that her foster father had chosen for her ten years ago was actually such a heartless person.
As Qing Yi was thinking about it, he felt the aura of the kind-looking Wudang Sect Master in front of him becoming weaker and weaker.
After entering the grandmaster realm, Qing Yi's perception could also be refined. The aura that she could not sense before could now be clearly displayed in Qing Yi's perception.
It seemed that this highly respected Wudang Sect Master was really going to fall…
The rest of the seven heroes also sensed it. The cries in front of the True Martial Palace became louder and louder…
However, at this moment, a voice sounded from afar amidst the cries of the Wudang disciples. It sounded out of place.
"You old Taoist, who allowed you to die before I agreed?!”
In the distance, the footsteps were getting closer.
When everyone heard this, they looked at the source of the voice with confusion. They saw a sloppy Taoist priest with messy hair and a dusty face appear in front of the True Martial Palace.
The Taoist priest walked over step by step. Although the Wudang disciples felt that it was inappropriate to do such a thing on such a sad and solemn occasion, they could not help but cover their mouths and noses.
This sloppy Taoist priest who came from nowhere was emitting a sour smell from his entire body…
However, the Wudang Sect disciples were puzzled. Why did the sloppy Taoist priest's voice sound familiar?
" Could it be little grandmaster?!"
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