"Dao'er, now that you are a Taoist sect, you have to follow the rules of the sect. ”

"Apprentice, let your masters arrange!"

"Okay!" came the old man's sigh of vicissitudes, and said: "Your talent and comprehension ability are among the best in the Dao Sect and even the world's heavenly pride, for the teachers to bring you up since childhood, and do not hesitate to spend countless valuable resources of the Dao Sect to make your martial arts path has been smooth and unhindered, in fact, I want to entrust you with the inheritance and protection of the Dao Sect after this catastrophe, even if your realm is now few opponents among the younger generations of the same age, you must always remember the will that the teachers have always let you uphold." ”

The young man Daozi's expression was solemn, his face was serious, and he bent down and said in a solemn voice: "Master, the disciple must live up to his expectations!"

A half-hidden crack in the door was gently pushed open, and an old man with long white hair and a long beard walked out of it, feeling the ruthless traces of the passage of time in him.

With a satisfied and kind smile on the corner of his mouth, he nodded with satisfaction, then walked to the young man Daozi, patted him on the shoulder, looked at the mountains in the distance along the hazy clouds, and said softly: "There must be many people born today. ”

He turned his head to look at Daozi, his vicissitudes of life were deep and bright, and he doted: "For the unanimous decision of the teachers, let you go down the mountain again." ”

Daozi looked at the old man in amazement, the old man shook his head and patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "It's not about playing in the mountains and rivers, but letting you compete with those heavenly pride, and then rise in this red and chaotic world." ”

"Yes!" Hearing this, the young man bowed his hand to the old man and said goodbye, without the slightest bit of mud and water.

"It's been another year, and it's going to be a real crisis, so let's make a living!" the old man waved his sleeve to scatter the clouds and mist, revealing a quaint stone road, and he pointed ahead.

"Master......"

The young man was dressed properly, and the old man raised his hand and signaled him to be exempt.

Then the old man said to him, "Don't be formal, you can go down the mountain!"

With the majesty of being a ruler, he didn't give Daozi a chance to refute.

"Yes!" Michiko replied, leaning over.

As the Taoist son of the Taoist Sect, his status is noble, that is, the major high-level leaders of the Taoist Sect must get along with him amicably, and the contemporary holy master of the Taoist Sect is his uncle!

He has lived with six old monster-level old men since he was a child, starting as a baby. Later, when he learned to walk for the first time, he learned to dress for the first time, he learned to hold a sword for the first time, and he learned to hold qi for the first time......

I have been living with the six masters in this mist-shrouded mountain, and I have never descended the mountain until I was fifteen years old. And by showing a talent that is difficult for his peers to achieve, all the high-level leaders of the Dao Sect have unanimously determined that he is the "Daozi" who has only appeared for the first time in thousands of years, and they will cultivate him at all costs.

However, it can also be more appropriate to put it another way, he seems to be a peerless jade that has been carved, and everyone in the Dao Sect regards him as a supreme treasure, and he cannot be tainted by any impurities.

He turned away, his face pale and could not see the sadness of parting.

"Wow! It's Daozi!!" He appeared on the Dao Sect in the martial arts training field, and thousands of disciples happened to see his cold ice face, and they all showed envy and admiration.

Since he was a child, Daozi has been immersed in the praise and admiration of his predecessors and juniors, and has become an idol of the younger generation of Daozong.

He has seen this for a long time, and he has a calmness and humility that are different from ordinary people. For the younger brothers and sisters who projected admiring eyes, he just nodded slightly, and then stopped staying.

In the back mountain, the six old men stepped on the void, carrying the clouds and mist around their bodies, and watched him leave the martial arts training ground.

One of them looked up to the sky and sighed, "Since we were children, we six old fellows have been his family, if one day he finds out that we have been cheating on him all along, will he still approve of us, or will he forgive us?"

The oldest old man glanced up at the blue sky, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "So let him go down the mountain! Perhaps, when he comes back, everything here will be gone!"

"Eternal Eleven!What a miserable world, leaving no way to live!" The other old man sighed and looked around at the vast palace group below, which was the residence of the Dao Sect.

At this time, Michiko came to a palace outside.

"Holy Lord, Uncle!" he stood respectfully in the middle of the temple door.

"Come in. There was a heart-wrenching sound of vicissitudes in the hall.

Then he took a step in, and saw a middle-aged man with a thin body as wood in the center of the main hall pacing with a simple bamboo slip, wearing a golden robe, and a dragon tattooed on the robe, as if rising to the sky, about to break the sky.

Daozi bowed and saluted, and said, "Holy Lord, Uncle, I'm going down the mountain!"

"So fast?!" The thin middle-aged man looked up at him in surprise, it had only been less than half a day since he came back!

Daozi looked at this withered and scorched Uncle of the Holy Lord, and his heart couldn't help but ripple and sigh, he was a rare Tianjiao of the Dao Sect! When he was young, he was peerless, and he made great contributions to the Dao Sect many times, so the Pavilion Master could take over the throne of the Holy Lord.

It stands to reason that Uncle Holy Master should still be in the prime of life, but now he is more like a dying old man who has decayed and withered wood.

Daozong has a legend about this holy master uncle, saying that his martial arts cultivation is profound, his talent is peerless, and his elegance is peerless, and he is even more powerful with the strength of the other eight secret realms, known as "the seven uniques in the world." ”

But there are also regrets!

"Boy, don't think about it! Go down the mountain! The six ancestors have spoken, and I am reluctant to give up. He waved his hand, interrupting Daozi's reverie and urging with a smile.

“... Yes!"

He originally wanted to ask this Holy Lord Uncle what happened back then, so that the spirit of the mountains and seas has shaped countless bloody legends into the unbearable appearance of today. But he didn't ask after all, maybe it was a death for the Holy Lord's uncle!

"Oh, by the way, since you're going down the mountain, you have to have a secular name, think about it. ”

Daozi was about to step out of the hall and say goodbye to the Holy Lord's uncle, when he suddenly raised his eyes and reminded.

Daozi nodded: "Uncle Shi has a good one?"

Uncle Saint touched his chin and pondered, then looked up at him again and asked, "Yes, yes, but are you willing?"

"Of course I do!" Michiko nodded.

"Then call it Kong Wu!" he responded.

"Yes!" Michiko thanked with a fist. He has been nameless since he was a child, and the six masters always say that they can't take it indiscriminately, and they need to wait for the opportunity, it seems that the six masters didn't show up to stop it, he knows that it's the time!

The Holy Lord nodded, and then lowered his head and looked at the bamboo slip in his hand.

Kong Wu smiled bitterly in his heart, what kind of heroic figure was his Holy Master Uncle when he was so bold and ambitious back then? He wanted to know but had no way of knowing, the current Holy Lord Master Uncle was more like an old man who didn't fight or rob!

Behind the clouds and mist shrouded in green hills, the countryside is idyllic. Kong Wu stood with his sword in his shoulder, his tall and handsome body, and his sleeves swayed and danced with the breeze to clear the shadow.

He wiped the white and blue on his forehead, sighed and walked down the mountain......

Jiang country Kyoto, somewhere in an open area.

A group of strangely dressed people were training hard, and in the distance, young people who looked like anointed children, and one after another, they were fierce, fighting each other fiercely.

The middle-aged man who was not far away respectfully accompanied a man with a luxurious face, wearing a dragon-patterned golden silk double dragon ascension emperor robe, and a golden crown on his head, and he said as he walked: "Lord, these are the top killers who have been secretly cultivated, and their martial arts are not bad. ”

The lord didn't look at him, but took a closer look at these fierce young men, and asked, "How do you feel about the secret guards of the Liu clan?"

At this question, the middle-aged man led by the startled man knelt down and kept deducting his head.

"Lord, the Willow Clan's secret guards are all very human, we... Fear... I'm afraid it can't be compared!" he said with a slight tremor.

"You're the only agent who came out of that place alive, you should know your worth, some people are better to live than dead, aren't they?" The Lord's words were categorical, and he glanced at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground with a trembling body.

"Rest assured, my subordinates will definitely train such killers to the death!" the middle-aged man did not dare to raise his head and said earnestly.

The lord sneered, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and glanced at him playfully.

"The little prince of the Liu clan is now in Kyoto, and the training of you people is hidden, and it is a capital crime to be discovered!" the Lord reminded him.

"Yes!" the middle-aged man stood up, he stood still, shivering. He looked at the Lord who was having bad intentions, and then he looked at the people who were training, and his heart was fierce.

And there was a slight change in the Lord's eyes, and the disgusted eyes that were only disdainful of the weak had a ripple.

He waved his hand at the middle-aged man and said, "Train well, these people will be of great use to the widow in the future." ”

The middle-aged man knew that he had no ability to change the situation, so he had to grit his teeth and nod his head in agreement, that kind of training would be deadly, it was even more terrible than hell.

"The catastrophe is coming!" The Lord raised his head and looked at the blue sky, and the corners of his mouth flew a light smile, smiling very strangely, as if he was looking forward to its arrival!

......

In the Shizi Mansion, Liu Chen stepped forward with the abyss in his hand, his posture was heroic, and he followed Liu Fengze, Liu Yun, Shen Luoyang, and Su Wan'er on his side, while His Royal Highness the Prince was waiting at the gate of the mansion, with only two masked people on his side who had never seen before, wearing armor.

Liu Chen came to the door and asked with a salute, "Your Highness, I don't know where I am going?"

The prince was gentle, smiled slightly, guided the direction of the carriage, and signaled to get on the carriage.

Liu Chen smiled lightly and stepped into the carriage, this time it was an exception, Su Wan'er stepped outside the carriage, and Liu Yun sat in the carriage to accompany her.

Liu Fengze and Shen Luoyang showed their edge, one man and one horse, both of them took the lead, and on the side of the prince, there was only one masked man guarding in the car, closing his eyes and thinking deeply.

"This is the place where I was assassinated last time, there is Brother Lao Liu!" Shizi replied to him, and apologized.

Liu Chen shook his head with a smile and said, "What is within the division, what to talk about." I should do my best to solve the problems of the world!"

Shizi was stunned for a moment, smiled in astonishment, and shook his head......