With perfect cooperation, Sanding and Lu Qingyun successfully rescued the captive disciples of Hengshan.
After Yilin experienced this incident, she changed from her usual timid and cowardly character and began to take the initiative to care for her fellow sisters.
Lu Qingyun was very happy to see such a change, and it was not in vain that he had spent so much effort and manpower.
Half a month later, Yi Lin was called to the mountain wall again, and he wanted to ask her again if she was willing to accept the position of head of Hengshan.
Unexpectedly, Yi Lin was the first to kneel in front of him.
"Elder brother, I want to become stronger and I want to protect Hengshan."
Lu Qingyun turned around and stared into her eyes with burning eyes. "Are you sure you want to accept the position of leader?"
"As long as I am able to protect my fellow disciples, I will take over as the leader of Hengshan."
Yi Lin clenched her hands, her breathing was a little rapid, and her voice was trembling a little, but her eyes were full of determination.
She didn't want to experience that helplessness and despair again.
I don’t want Hengshan disciples to experience that kind of scene again.
"As long as you think about it, you will have the ability to protect your fellow disciples."
Lu Qingyun's mouth showed a smile.
This girl finally figured it out and wanted to contribute to Hengshan, but she was afraid that her lack of ability would drag down her fellow disciples.
"think?"
Yilin was a little confused.
"Yes, if you have ideas, you will have motivation. As long as I am here, you will definitely have the ability to protect your fellow students."
"But you must swear that you will not use the skills I taught you to do anything wrong. You can only pass them on to the next generation of leaders."
Lu Qingyun's expression was very serious.
The Nine Yin Manual was given to Emei, and the Xiao Wuxiang Kung Fu was given to the Xiaoyao Sect. These two techniques will not be passed on to other sects.
The only one left that is suitable for Yi Lin to practice is the Beiming Divine Art.
"Yilin swears that she will never use the skills taught by senior brother to harm the world, nor will she spread them to outsiders."
Yilin raised her right hand, her eyes showing solemnity, and spoke loudly every word from her mouth.
"good."
Lu Qingyun waved his sleeves, swept away the dust in front of the cliff and sat cross-legged.
"The skill I'm teaching you is called 'Beiming Divine Skill'. It is the most superior inner skill and mind method of the Xiaoyao Sect..."
About three hours passed.
After Yilin memorized the two thousand words of the mental formula, Lu Qingyun broke down the circuits of the true energy one by one, and then told his own cultivation experience.
"Okay, that's it for today. Go back and learn the formula by heart."
"Yes, thank you Senior Brother for teaching me the Dharma."
Yilin solemnly performed a Buddhist salute, turned around and left.
"You brat, you taught such a wicked technique to a little nun, and you're not afraid of the Buddha jumping down and beating you to death!"
Yang Guo's figure appeared in front of the mountain wall.
Lu Qingyun said with a smile:
"I am already a big devil. I am born to be at odds with the Buddha. What should I be afraid of!"
Beiming's magical skills are both good and evil, depending on the practitioner's will. If Yi Lin does evil in the future, it means that he does not recognize people well.
Then he will personally clean up the door.
"Father-in-law, you are old and don't know why you are here. It is immoral to eavesdrop on what others are saying!"
"Am I eavesdropping? You spoke so loudly that anyone who is not deaf can hear you."
Yang Guo waved his hand with a bang.
Lu Qingyun felt a pain in his head, his face twitched, and he quickly changed the topic.
"Father-in-law, have you seen Qin'er? Don't leave once you're here this time. After I finish what I'm doing, let's find a place with beautiful scenery to live in seclusion."
In the past few years, Lu Qingyun was also very disgusted with fighting and killing in the arena. Now that he has done everything he should do, it is time to enjoy life.
Yang Guo snorted heavily: "Seclusion? You think so!"
“？？？”
Lu Qingyun's mind was full of questions, and he didn't know what they meant.
"That old immortal He Zudao from Kunlun is out of trouble."
"What's the point of Dao? What's the point of the Three Saints of Kunlun!"
A senior master of the Kunlun sect, who dominated the martial arts world with his chess, chess and sword a hundred years ago, challenged the Shaolin alone. The Shaolin monks were invincible, and were finally defeated by Jue Yuan, who practiced the Nine Yang Manual.
When he comes out of seclusion again after more than a hundred years, his cultivation level will definitely not be inferior to that of Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng, and it may be even higher.
But even so, what does it have to do with him.
He Taichong and his wife died at the hands of the Mongolian princess Zhao Min. They had nothing to do with him. He had no grudge against the Kunlun sect. Even if He Zudao came out of the mountain, it would not affect their seclusion.
"This guy is bound to be up to no good. Shaolin is now weak and no one can resist it, unless that old monk who sweeps the floor takes action. But he didn't take action a hundred years ago, and he probably won't take action this time either."
"The next one will definitely be the Wudang Clan. Zhang Sanfeng is so famous now, He Zudao will definitely challenge him. Do you think it has anything to do with you?"
There was one more crucial point that Yang Guo didn't mention: He Zudao resented him very much and would definitely come to him.
Lu Qingyun frowned.
He Zudao has been in seclusion for so many years and has definitely understood the reciprocity of yin and yang. Fighting in this state is simply destructive.
He saw Zhang Sanfeng crush Baspa with his own eyes.
In the kind of battle where one move is fatal, he goes up to deliver food.
"Father-in-law, even if I want to help, I can't help you!"
"Idiot, did I ask you to help? Do you want Qin'er to become a widow?"
"Father-in-law, what on earth do you mean? The more you talk about it, the more confused I become."
Yang Guo thought for a while and thought it would be better to explain it clearly in advance.
He Zudao had the cultivation level of a great master of the Earth Realm back then. If he hadn't lost to Jue Yuan, he would have dominated the entire martial arts world.
Now that he is out of the mountain, not to mention his cultivation level, he is definitely very confident that he can defeat him and Zhang Sanfeng.
It’s just that he doesn’t know to what extent He Zudao’s cultivation has reached, and he is not sure that he can beat He Zudao at the moment.
"Go back and say goodbye to Qin'er, and let's go to Wudang. If Zhang Sanfeng and I lose, there must be someone to collect the bodies for us. Now you are the only one who can withstand the pressure of the Grand Master's battle."
Lu Qingyun was really frightened. His father-in-law was so powerful that he even joined forces with his Grand Master to fight against the enemy. He was not confident that he could withstand it. Could it be that he had reached the Heavenly Realm Grand Master?
Yang Guo chuckled, and when he saw Lu Qingyun's expression, he knew what he was thinking.
A great master in the heavenly realm is like a god on land.
In the whole world, only the founder of Shaolin Bodhidharma has reached that level. If He Zudao can reach the heavenly realm, it's a waste of time for them to join forces and wait for death.
"Don't worry, it's impossible for He Zudao to reach the heavenly realm."
"Remember, if I die, put me in your mother-in-law's coffin, seal the entire tomb, and live in seclusion with Qin'er. Don't think about seeking revenge on He Zudao."
The more Lu Qingyun listened, the more his scalp became numb. This was because he was explaining the funeral arrangements.
"Father-in-law, is there no other way? How about inviting the sweeper out."
"That monk is too selfish. As long as Shaolin is not destroyed, he will not take action. Otherwise, he would have taken action a hundred years ago."
"Then let's threaten him. If he doesn't take action, we will kill every Shaolin monk who comes out."
"what are you thinking?"
Yang Guo slapped him away, "Is he someone you can threaten? Go say goodbye to Yao Qin, I'll wait for you here."
"All right."
Lu Qingyun ducked away and returned to the small courtyard, where he saw Yang Yaoqin sitting at the stone table, looking at him.
"Why is Qin'er here alone?"
"Wanqing is stimulated and is practicing. Qingyun, have you met dad?"
"I see you, Qin'er. I'm going to Wudang with my father-in-law. You wait for me to come back."
"Dad, won't you take me?"
Yang Yaoqin raised her eyebrows, looked at Lu Qingyun suspiciously, and then smiled, "Don't worry, I won't leave Emei. You and dad will go back early."
