After explaining Wudang's stewardship in Hengyang City, Dai Daojin and his party returned to Wudang Mountain.

On the way back to Wudang, in the carriage, Dai Daojin closed the account book, rubbed his eyebrows, and breathed a sigh of relief.

While practicing martial arts over the years, he was in charge of foreign affairs, and he was inevitably tired, but there was no way, when Dai Daojin realized that the progress of his internal strength cultivation was too slow, he knew that he couldn't go on like this all the time, one step behind, one step behind, sooner or later he would be thrown away, and he couldn't get the magic swordsmanship of Dugu Jiujian, so he could only think of other ways.

He later thought of the way to save the country, since he was a teenager, he took the initiative to contact the industry of Wudang, thanks to the identity of Dao Xuanzi's true apprentice, the beginning was quite smooth, Dao Xuanzi also asked him the reason, Dai Daojin also said it clearly, Dao Xuanzi sighed, did not say anything. The path is all chosen by oneself.

Later, his position became higher and higher, and he was in charge of more and more industries, and he borrowed the business management experience of his previous life. Later, it became bigger and bigger, and it reopened several industries such as glass and soap, and under the banner of Wudang, it was smooth sailing.

In the end, Wudang's industry, under his leadership, grew rapidly, and he used the mechanism of modern management companies to manage the Wudang industry, and considering some things that might happen later, Dai Daojin kept some eyes, and found out afterwards that sure enough, the senior management of Wudang was red at what he had in his hands, after all, everyone wanted to win more benefits, fortunately he left behind, and finally had to rely on himself, Dai Daojin thought to himself.

In fact, what Dai Daojin has never mentioned to others is that he secretly borrowed chickens to lay eggs, borrowed Wudang's network and resources, established his own industry and secretly supported it, no one knew that Dai Daojin's private industry almost surpassed Wudang.

Dai Daojin also had no choice, his internal force cultivation was too slow, so he thought of whether he could borrow the treasures of heaven and earth to assist in cultivation, and those precious medicinal materials were often expensive, so for his own martial arts cultivation, he could only come out to make money, but starting from scratch, it was too slow to fight alone, so he thought of borrowing chickens and laying eggs.

Sure enough, in the past two years, he had abundant financial resources in his hands, and the precious medicinal materials were smashed on his body without money, and the internal force cultivation finally began to gradually deepen, barely reaching the third layer, although it was not comparable to a genius, but at least it was medium, Dai Daojin also knew that the internal force obtained by external force was not pure enough, too vain, but this was all something to consider after having it, if you don't want to do it, the internal force cultivation is too slow, and everything is closed.

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An unknown valley with a pleasant view and clear weather.

In the valley, I only saw three or four bamboo houses, in front of the bamboo houses, birdcage chicken coops, and half an acre of vegetable gardens.

Behind the house, in a grave bag, a young man knelt on his knees in front of the grave, tears flowing. Very sad.

Yang Qingfeng's ears still sounded, and his grandfather asked him before he died to go to the tomb of the living dead in Zhongnan Mountain to pay tribute to his ancestors.

After Yang Qingfeng packed up his things, he glanced at the place where he grew up, and turned his head to walk out of the valley.

Half a month later, a young man came to Zhongnanshan, with a slender body and clear eyebrows, although he was dressed in white-washed clothes, he had his own bearing.

This person is Yang Qingfeng, he followed his grandfather's instructions and came to the tomb of the living dead in Nanshan to pay tribute to the ancestor, and while walking, he remembered the story of the ancestor Condor Hero that his grandfather told him.

Yang Qingfeng, entering the tomb of the living dead through the secret door, the tomb of the living dead was dark, Yang Qingfeng took out the prepared fire fold, and slowly walked inside, although he understood that his ancestors were buried inside, but he was still worried in his heart. Settle down, walk to an empty room in the tomb, only to see five sarcophagi inside, in front of the leftmost sarcophagus, there is a stele with the book "The Tomb of the Ancestor Lin Chaoying", a sarcophagus to the right, the stele in front of it reads "Father Yang Guo, the Tomb of the Ancestor Mother Xiaolongnu", Yang Qingfeng thought to himself, it seems that these two ancestors should be buried together.

Yang Qingfeng looked at the other three sarcophagi, all of which were empty, and thought that the others were probably buried in other stone rooms. Immediately, he took out the things he had prepared and paid tribute to his ancestors.

After that, Yang Qingfeng made a fortune in the tomb of the living dead, and sure enough, he saw the tombs of other descendants surnamed Yang in other stone rooms, and also worshiped accordingly. What even made him happy was that he actually found a sword book in a living stone room, and the firelight went up to look at it, only to see the four big characters of "Dugu Nine Swords", which came into view, and thought to himself, the ancestors have outstanding martial arts, and this sword technique should be extremely powerful, so he stuffed it into his arms. Nothing else, whether it is a corner or a wall, is nothing more.

Then, without staying for a long time, he walked out of the ancient tomb, and after coming out, looking at the sunshine outside, Yang Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and didn't know how those people could endure living in the ancient tomb before, looked at the beautiful scenery of the sky and Zhongnan Mountain, smiled, and thought that it was still the happiness of the outside world.

Yang Qingfeng is a calm-hearted and unrestrained character.

"The tomb of the living dead at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the Condor Heroes are extinct. "I heard only one voice coming.

Yang Qingfeng searched for the sound, and saw an old man carrying a long sword, wearing a Taoist robe, with a clear face, walking slowly.

Seeing Yang Qingfeng, he asked with a smile, "Xiaoyou is also here to play?"

Yang Qingfeng shook his head.

The old man said: "I see that Xiaoyou also has martial arts, and he came to this Zhongnan Mountain, isn't it also a branch of the Quanzhen Dao?

Yang Qingfeng looked at this old man, his face was kind, but he also went to the heart of guard, thinking that his ancestors were almost a person of the All-True Dao, even if he was not counted, he was entangled, and it was barely reasonable to say that he was a person who was a branch of the All-True Dao. Then he said: "The kid is the only one left, the kid doesn't know much, and I don't know which line?"

The old man thought about it, suddenly made a move, and pushed Yang Qingfeng with one palm, Yang Qingfeng was startled, but his reaction was not slow, knowing that Lao Dao was testing him, he stepped forward left, and his feet were in the posture of worshipping the Buddha.

Lao Dao dodged, staggered away, looked at Yang Qingfeng's movements, frowned, a bit like the Sanhua Juding Palm recorded in ancient books, could it be Yuyangzi's vein? Shaking his head, the time is too long, I really don't know it, but it is a real fist fight.

The old man smiled and said, "It's a pity, there is only one Xiaoyou left, I don't know what Xiaoyou's plans will be next?"

This stopped Yang Qingfeng, a little dazed, where should he go?

Seeing Yang Qingfeng's reaction, the old man thought to himself that this little brother was young and his martial arts were not weak, so it was better to take him back to Huashan, and entering Huashan could also enhance the strength of his Huashan faction. Then he smiled and said: "Xiaoyou, you and I are both branches of the Quanzhen Dao, the same sect and the same origin, since Xiaoyou has nowhere to go, why don't you go back to Huashan with the old man?"

Yang Qingfeng thought to himself, this old man didn't have bad intentions, and he had nowhere to go, so it was better to go to Huashan to take a look. After thinking about it, he said: "Thank you seniors, the younger generations are better to be respectful than to obey their fate." ”

The old man smiled and nodded, and came out of Zhongnan Mountain by himself to wander around casually, but he brought back a good seedling.

The two went down the mountain together, and the old man suddenly remembered and asked, "I don't know who Xiaoyou's surname is?"

Yang Qingfeng thought about it, but he didn't say his real name, and said, "The kid's name is Feng Qingyang." ”