Zheng Xiaoyu was about to return the crescent moon jade pendant to Lan Lan, but a dazzling black light suddenly erupted in his hand.

The jade pendant gradually melted and sank into his palm.

"Hold the grass! What is this? ”

Zheng Xiaoyu was stunned.

He tried to pull the crescent jade pendant out of his palm, but felt a sharp pain.

The pain is nothing, it's a big deal to gouge it out with a knife.

Manly husband, can't bear this pain?

He was born at the bottom of Chinatown, in order to survive, he practiced the ability of three hands (theft), and he didn't know how many times he broke his little thumb and index finger, if it wasn't for the ancestral bone-setting medicine sent by a fellow villager, he would have been abolished a long time ago!

Zheng Xiaoyu is also stubborn.

A broken jade pendant, can you still fight with him as a big man?

The problem is that Zheng Xiaoyu found that the harder he worked, the deeper the jade pendant sank.

In the end, the jade pendant had disappeared completely, and in the palm of his hand, a trace similar to a crescent moon tattoo appeared.

Zheng Xiaoyu gritted his teeth, and his face was bitter.

He was wrong about this, and if he was wrong, he would admit punishment.

He was going to go back and wake up Lan Lan.

As soon as I walked to the front desk, my mobile phone rang suddenly.

"What's the matter?"

On the other end of the phone, after only saying one sentence, Zheng Xiaoyu suddenly changed color, and his eyes were bloodshot: "Grass!" Dare to attack my daughter-in-law? Lao Tzu destroyed him! ”

"Got caught?"

"Nothing happened? That's good! That's good! ”

"Show me this shriveled calf! I'm going to castrate him! ”

After hesitating for a while, Zheng Xiaoyu left a note for Lan Lan at the front desk, wrote down his contact information, and then left the place and went straight to San Francisco.

……

Huaguo, Northern Hubei Province, a few miles away from Wudang Mountain, in a small mountain called Xuanyue.

A few huts, scattered in the mountains.

At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, there is no birdsong everywhere, the snow is flying in the sky, the plum blossoms are proudly blooming, and the faint fragrance lingers.

A middle-aged man was wearing a black robe, with a cyan stripe tied around his waist, his long hair was not messy, and he had a pair of dignified brown and black eyes.

He was a burly man, with a ruddy complexion and high bulging temples, and he looked very energetic.

This person's name is Yue Zhuoran, and he is the head of Xuanyue Taiji's national arts.

He stood in the cold wind and looked at the distant sky with emotion.

"Hey......"

Yue Zhuoran sighed.

In the past few decades, I have really not had a good life.

Mr. Jin wrote a book "The Condor Heroes" back then, because of a villain, Yin Zhiping, the dragon knight, and Yin Zhiping, the sixth generation master of the Quanzhen Dao, who was scolded by many people, was scolded by many people for being incomplete, and even the well-dressed mound was spit on by many tourists and splashed with filth.

However, Yin Zhiping, a real person in history, guided others for goodness all his life, accumulated meritorious deeds, and self-denial to help others.

Yin Zhenren was inexplicably tarnished by his posthumous name, can Lingxuan endure it?

Apparently not.

Lingxuan coerced public opinion and forced Mr. Jin to apologize.

But what about him?

Huashan has become a tourist attraction, Xuanyue Mountain Taiji is a vein, the connections are thin, and the inheritance is almost severe.

Even if he is often secretly ridiculed as a "hypocrite", compared with a novel character, Yue Zhuoran has nothing to do.

God is pitiful, he has been walking upright and sitting up straight all his life, and when he was born, Mr. Jin had not even started writing that novel!

is a humble person, Yue Zhuoran has the name of the head of the family, but there is no half of the person in the door who can handle it.

If you want money, you don't have money, you want to have no power.

He was unable to learn from the group of Taoists, so he just wanted to calm down, teach his apprentices well, let Xuanyue Taiji be in the same vein, and promote the name of national art in a few decades.

That was his only hope.

Thinking of this, Yue Zhuoran sighed and smiled bitterly.

After the Blood Moon, a global myth descends and transcends the world.

After practicing boxing for half a lifetime, he may not be able to beat a "transcendental" who has just awakened.

It is said that the fist is afraid of being less strong.

And those who have awakened the Wuji Cell, the speed is fast, and the fist power is terrifying!

During this time, there were more and more young people who came to the gym and said that they wanted to "fight fake and spread martial arts".

God pity!

His Xuanyue Taiji lineage is a national art, and the martial arts with Na Lao Shizi are not the same number at all!

It's a pity that no, people are willing to listen to Yue Zhuoran's defense.

What's even more a pity is that the eldest disciple Zhuang Xiurui did not listen to the admonition and went abroad to pursue the so-called freedom and metropolitan life.

Now, Yue Zhuoran can only take on the challenge of making a lot of things by himself......

"Master! Grandmaster Zhang of Longteng Mountain has a letter to you! ”

A little apprentice took a piece of A4 paper that had just been printed out and handed it to Yue Zhuoran.

Yue Zhuoran rubbed his flesh eyes and acupoints, and his eyes fell on this piece of paper.

"It's ...... Zhang's senior's invitation letter? ”

Yue Zhuoran carefully read the letter twice.

"White Fall, a genius who is seen once in a thousand years...... It will become a first-class ...... of Dharma and Zhang Sanfeng"

“…… Dr. Ngan Anqing suggested............"

"The Standard Training Program for the Transcendentals...... Data Collection...... Audit ......"

"Jointly reviving the national art ......"

His long hair and eyebrows were covered with snow, but his palms were hot!

Finally!

Finally see hope!

The top is starting to support them forgotten old guys!

Yue Zhuoran debuted twenty years later than Grandmaster Zhang Qianqiu, and he was not a peer, but Grandmaster Zhang always treated him with courtesy and helped him promote this nominal head.

Now that Zhang Qianqiu spoke, Yue Zhuoran didn't have the slightest idea of prevarication.

The two veins of Longteng Mountain and Xuanyue Mountain are already connected with each other and support each other, and they are very deserted.

During this time, Zhang Qianqiu returned to his old age, and his fame shocked the whole country, and even became famous overseas, and many good seedlings who wanted to practice martial arts flocked to him.

The scenes of that year all emerged in front of me.

When Yue Zhuoran had just inherited the position of the head of Xuanyue Taiji, he accepted his own founding disciple, and he was full of spirit, and exchanged two months of incense money for a "tablet", and wanted to give it to the eldest disciple Zhuang Xiurui as a meeting gift.

At that time, Yue Zhuoran thought a lot.

How to teach apprentices to practice martial arts, how to teach the wisdom of dealing with people, and how to shape the good character of disciples......

Everything, almost all the effort is put into it.

It's a pity that Zhuang Xiurui's temperament is different, he doesn't like to watch those comic books and cartoons, and he loves to gamble with people since he was a child, from rolling dice to playing cards.

I want to reverse this apprentice's hobby, but I can't do it.

The bitter words are all regarded as deaf ears.

After all the careful preparation, it all went down the drain.

So Yue Zhuoran endured the heartache, went to Longteng Mountain, and transferred the gift to the little guy named Ying Kai.

Now that I think about it carefully, the personalities of Ying Kai and his eldest apprentice are somewhat similar, but they seem to be fundamentally different.

Fortunately, the two little guys have awakened the Wuji cell, and they don't know the future of the two, whether they can still see their old bones.

Yue Zhuoran folded the invitation twice and hid it close to his body.

He had already made up his mind.

I have to leave and go to the capital!

There are many projects that can be supported, but the first thing is that you must make achievements.

I heard from a few named disciples that a few years ago, e-sports won the championship in the Asian Games, and the above began to support e-sports, but later did not perform well, so they gave up support.

If Guoshu wants to recover, it must step on the corpses of other genres.

Taekwondo, karate, judo......

It was a predictable thorny path.

Yue Zhuoran couldn't take half a step back.

When you are old, it is impossible to be like a young man, and you will be like a young man, and you will talk about the words of breaking your bones, going up to the knife mountain and going down to the sea of fire.

He will prove his philosophy with his actions.

The unity of knowledge and action is the true character of Haojie!

In the face of heavy responsibility, he Yue Zhuoran, the head of Xuanyue Taiji......

Don't let it go!

As soon as he thought about it, he remembered the young man who was praised by Sect Master Zhang in the news to the point that there was nothing in the sky and the earth, Yue Zhuoran was arrogant and worried.

He knew very well that although he was dozens of years old, in the eyes of high-level nobles, 10,000 of him might not be as good as the young man named Yan Anqing.

"I don't know, how much of the rumors about Yan Anqing are true and how much are they false?"

(This chapter, one is the end, the second is the foreshadowing, the third is the transition, the fourth is the expansion, the plot seems to be relatively gentle, and I am not very satisfied with the cold light, and I have repeatedly revised it, but I still feel that it is not good enough, I hope you understand!) ）