Inside a dilapidated hall.

Lin Yu's eyebrows furrowed, and he woke up slowly.

"Boss, you're awake!"

"Senior Brother Lin!"

When he opened his eyes, several men with excited expressions and flushed faces appeared in sight.

"Don't come here!"

Lin Yu suddenly stirred, subconsciously pouted his butt and moved back, and touched his body uneasily.

Dressed intact with no signs of pain in the back.

OK......

Where is this, though?

Lin Yu got up from the ground with the support of everyone, and just after looking around, a majestic memory poured into his mind.

"Lin Yu, eighteen years old, a native of Minzhou Mansion of the Ziyang Empire, worshiped the local sect 'Hun Yuan Xingyi Gate' at the age of seven. ”

"A few days ago, the eighteenth generation of Hunyuan Xingyimen taught Ma Bao, when he went down the mountain to collect apprentices, he was coveted by the head of the Ye Yu faction because of his boasting of his own magical skills, and led the master of the sect to intercept and kill, under the fierce battle, the master of the sect Ma Bao was overwhelmed, and unfortunately was killed, and the big disciples, second disciples and third disciples of the Hunyuan Xingyi Sect were all murdered. ”

"Fortunately, the will of heaven is endless, and at this time when the dragons have no leader, everyone in the sect unanimously elected Lin Yu as the leader, which is the nineteenth generation of the Hun Yuan Xingyi Sect, and intends to lead the whole sect and avenge this deep-sea blood feud!"

Lin Yu quickly digested the memories in his mind, and his face forced composure.

What is this......

His own head of the sect was killed, the elite disciples were all wiped out, and he was pushed to the position of the new head of the sect?

Damn, whoever crosses over and puts on this pile of bad things will not have a good face!

"Master Zhangjiao, fortunately you're okay, otherwise we really don't know what to do!" In the main hall, several young disciples said happily.

"I hope the master is okay!" said a disciple who folded his hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother Lin, you really scared us to death just now, Master was killed, and among our generation of disciples, only Senior Brother is you, Senior Brother, you must not have anything to do!" Beside him, a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes said excitedly.

Facing the eager gaze of everyone, Lin Yu sighed in his heart.

At this point, it's useless to think about anything, let's take a look at the situation in front of you.

"I'm fine, you guys step back first, Senior Brother Zhao, you stay. ”

Lin Yu's face remained unchanged, and he called everyone back first, so as not to show any horses.

He needed to understand the current situation of the sect as soon as possible and take the initiative.

Senior Brother Zhao is the young man in front of him, his full name is Zhao Hai, and he is the first generation disciple of the Hun Yuan Xingyi Sect with Lin Yu, and he is one year younger than Lin Yu.

According to memory, this Senior Brother Zhao has a good relationship with him, and it is appropriate to ask him.

Seeing Lin Yu wake up, everyone in the hall retreated.

Zhao Hai looked at the figure that gradually dispersed, turned into a long sigh, and turned his head to look at Lin Yu with burning eyes.

He knew that his senior brother must have something important to discuss when he asked him to stay.

Lin Yu looked at this junior brother, and while trying to recall the tone of conversation he had with before, he asked, "Senior Brother Zhao, how many people are left in the sect now?"

After receiving all the memories of "Lin Yu", he naturally knew the family background of Hun Yuan Xingyimen.

Hun Yuan Xingyi Gate is located in the Chixia Mountains in the southeast of Luojia Town, Minzhou Prefecture, inherited for more than 1,000 years, and was originally a famous big faction around, but then gradually declined, and when it was passed to the eighteenth head of Ma Bao, it has been reduced to a small sect that does not enter the stream.

The loss of disciples, the shortage of funds, the loss of martial arts, the dilapidated buildings, and the aging facilities...... There should be problems in small sects, and there is no shortage of Hun Yuan Xingyi Sect.

Now that the previous head of the sect has been killed, and the three major disciples have died, for a small sect whose strength is already stretched, this is not just a loss of muscles and bones, but a catastrophe!

After the incident, the only few properties of the sect at the foot of the mountain were embezzled, and many disciples were also disheartened and fled one after another.

"Senior Brother Huilin, fifteen of them left the day before yesterday, twelve the day before yesterday, and five more yesterday, plus you and me, there are still twenty-four people left in the sect. Zhao Hai sighed and said, his eyebrows were full of faint melancholy.

Lin Yu nodded lightly.

After this great change, it is normal for people's hearts to fluctuate, not to mention that the Hunyuan Xingyi Gate itself is not a big school, the attraction is low, and there is no burden to get rid of.

"Among these twenty-four people, the first generation of disciples is you and me, Senior Brother Lu Feng and Senior Sister Xiao Qian, and the rest are registered disciples. Zhao Hai added.

Registered disciples, that is, not even ordinary disciples, most of them are some young children, or spiritual apprentices who have just worshipped the Initiation Sect for a few years, and there are only four first-generation disciples who really have combat effectiveness and can shoulder certain responsibilities.

"It's okay, let's go if you want to go, I don't lack such people who see the wind and rudder. Lin Yu leaned back on the big chair and said solemnly: "The peak birth of hypocritical supporters, the twilight witness faithful believers, after this great change, the junior brothers and sisters who can still stay in the sect are all good!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Hai was immediately moved.

The pinnacle of the birth of hypocritical advocates, the twilight witnesses of the faithful believers?

Well said, well said!

The disciples who can still stick to it are all with enthusiasm and loyalty to the sect!

Even if there are only twenty people left, as long as the top and bottom work together, my Hun Yuan Xingyi Sect will definitely be able to rise again!

Zhao Hai's eyes couldn't help but redden, and his eyes were full of admiration and admiration when he looked at Lin Yu.

"Senior Brother Zhao, there is one more thing, how many silver taels are left in the sect's treasury now?"

Lin Yu threw out this question that he was most concerned about.

Money and funds are the foundation for the normal operation of the sect, after all, people need to have just the right meal!

Zhao Hai's face suddenly fell: "Senior Brother Lin, those people looted the treasury before leaving the day before yesterday, although we tried our best to stop it, we still couldn't help but be taken away a lot, and now there are 11,000 taels of silver left in the treasury." ”

"Only 11,000 taels left?" Lin Yu frowned.

The monetary system of this world is different from that of ancient times on earth, 11,000 taels of silver is enough for more than 20 people to eat for two months at most, and as for other additional expenses, don't even think about it.

"It seems that the top priority is to obtain a stable source of funds first, otherwise it will be a problem for the entire sect to eat and survive!" The more he thought about this, the more Lin Yu became, he pondered for a moment, and waved his hand: "Senior Brother Zhao, accompany me to the Tibetan Essence Pavilion!"

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Hunyuan Shape Yimen is located in the remote corner of the sect, it is a round building, the building of the exquisite carved railings can be seen vaguely, the round shape is like the Temple of Heaven on the earth to pray for the New Year, but it is in disrepair, and it has long been dilapidated at this time.

"Squeak!" Zhao Hai pushed open the crumbling, corroded wooden door that turned blue and black, and said to Lin Yu behind him:

"Senior Brother Lin, when the master was still there, I was in charge of managing the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but fortunately, the martial arts secrets in the Pavilion had already been hidden by me a few days ago, so I didn't get poisoned by those guys!"

"Master is not wrong, Senior Brother Zhao, you are careful and cautious, and it is correct to hand over such an important place as the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to you. Lin Yu said approvingly.

Martial arts is the lifeblood of a sect, if there is no strong martial arts system support, it is difficult for the sect to become bigger and stronger, not only external strength, even the acceptance of apprentices will become a big problem, the former head of Ma Bao boasted of his own martial arts, I am afraid this is also the reason.

"Senior Brother Lin, don't praise me. ”

Zhao Hai scratched his head embarrassedly, squatted down, and tinkered for a moment in front of a cabinet on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion, and a stack of books was picked up by him.

"At present, there are only these four martial arts left in the sect. Zhao Hai showed a wry smile of poverty.

Lin Yu took the four thin books, dusted off the cover with his hands, and read them carefully one by one.

The first martial arts book was masked with cowhide, and five big characters were recorded crookedly on it:

"Five Whips of Lightning".