With tears in Yang Dingtian's eyes, he said excitedly like a wanderer returning home: "This disciple is incompetent. After being seriously injured, he almost went crazy and lost all his cultivation."
Yang Guo stretched out his hand and put it on Yang Dingtian's pulse to check carefully, and said angrily: "Do you still have me as your master in your eyes? Why didn't you come to the ancient tomb to find me when you were injured?"
"I thought I could recover, so..."
"Do you think, hum, you know you've come back to find me like this?" Yang Guo became more and more angry as he spoke, but he was still very worried about Yang Dingtian's injury. He turned to Lu Qingyun who was standing aside and said, "You brat , take out your Nine Turns Bear Snake Pill and give it to this traitor."
"OK."
Lu Qingyun quickly took out the pills he carried with him and handed them over.
"Thank you."
Yang Dingtian didn't hesitate, took the Nine Turns Bear Snake Pill and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Now that you're here, don't leave and stay with me. I don't want to send you to the grave yet."
Yang Guo stretched out a finger and touched Yang Dingtian's dantian, transferring internal energy into his body to help heal his injuries.
Half an hour later, Yang Dingtian's pale face had some color.
"Thank you Master. This time I came to Wudang. I have something I want to ask Master to agree to."
"Hmph, it's impossible to restore your cultivation. Don't ask for it. I'm not a god, your master!" Yang Guo snorted coldly.
"This disciple does not ask for restoration of cultivation. I just want Master to agree to let my sister-in-law Lu Qingyun take over as the leader of the Ming Cult."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Lu Qingyun jumped up. Taking over as the leader of the Wuyue Sword Sect was already a big headache for him. He also wanted him to take over as the leader of the Ming Cult. Stop dreaming!
"Sister-in-law, listen to me, the Ming Cult is leaderless now. How can you just watch the disciples of the Ming Cult being killed by the beggar gang?"
"Why can't I just watch? What does the life and death of the Ming Cult have to do with me? Brother Yang, I rejected you at the beginning, why are you relying on me again now? Do you think I'm easy to bully!"
"Qingyun, how can you talk to elder brother like this."
Yang Yaoqin couldn't stand it. After all, Yang Dingtian was also her senior brother. They were all members of the same family. She couldn't sit down and talk about everything.
"Master, do you also ignore the Ming Cult? When you promised Uncle Guo to join forces to fight against the Yuan Dynasty, the disciples left the master. For so many years, the disciples have followed your instructions, do you also want to abandon the Ming Cult disciples?"
Yang Dingtian turned to look at Yang Guo, hoping that he could change Lu Qingyun's decision.
Lu Qingyun was stunned. It turned out that the boss behind the Mingjiao was actually his father-in-law.
No wonder Qin'er said that Yang Dingtian returned to the ancient tomb every few years. It turned out that he came back to report on work.
"Father-in-law, you can't push your son-in-law into the fire pit. Qin'er and I have never lived in peace. If we take over as the leader of the Ming Cult again, what's the point?"
"Besides, the time for our duel with He Zudao is coming soon, so there is no time to care about the life and death of the Ming Cult."
Yang Dingtian frowned immediately after hearing this.
He Zudao is a senior expert who has been famous for many years. His cultivation is unfathomable. No matter how high Lu Qingyun's cultivation is, he cannot be his opponent.
He couldn't help but asked with concern: "Are you confident that your sister-in-law will compete with He Zudao?"
"I'm not sure, but I can give it a try." Lu Qingyun said calmly.
"If Qingyun takes over as the leader of the Ming Cult, everything will be easily solved. The Ming Cult has hundreds of thousands of followers, no matter how high their cultivation level is, they will still be afraid of him."
When Wei Yixiao heard this, he quickly interrupted, "Yes, Mr. Lu. I know the Kunlun Sect very well. If He Zudao dares to take action against you, we will definitely destroy the Kunlun Sect!"
Old Bat can guarantee that after the young master takes over the position of leader, all affairs in the sect will be handled by my subordinates without you having to worry about it.
Although the Mingjiao is now in decline, if the Jianghu people know that the young master has taken over as the leader of the Mingjiao, they will definitely not dare to cause trouble again, and the Mingjiao will also reverse the situation. "
Lu Qingyun laughed angrily, "I'm not the leader of the martial arts alliance, I don't have such great power!"
"No, Master, you have it, but you don't understand it yet!" Wei Yixiao said seriously.
In today's martial arts world, apart from Wudang and Shaolin, no one or sect can surpass Lu Qingyun.
"Okay, we'll talk about this later. King Wei Bat, you guys should take a good rest during your journey." Yang Guo looked at Yang Dingtian, "You stay in the back mountain honestly."
"Disciple, obey!"
Yang Dingtian showed joy.
The master did not refuse face to face, and there was still room for redemption for Lu Qingyun to take over as the leader of the Ming Cult.
In order to be more sure, he set his sights on his junior sister Yang Yaoqin. Who could have the words of someone beside him that would work? !
An old fox who has been around the world for many years, at a glance, he knew that she had an absolute position in Lu Qingyun's heart.
With master and junior sister, the chance of success is much higher.
"Little sister, senior brother came in a hurry this time and didn't bring you a gift. Please forgive me."
"Eldest brother, I'm not a child anymore, why do I still want your gift?"
Yang Yaoqin blinked her big beautiful eyes, walked to Yang Dingtian, held his arm to a tree stump, "Senior Brother, you are not in good health, sit down and rest."
"Thank you, junior sister."
Yang Dingtian's body has relaxed a lot after the treatment, but without his skills, he is only a little stronger than an ordinary old man. Standing for a long time will inevitably show signs of fatigue.
After dinner, Yang Dingtian was left to rest in the thatched cottage on the back hill.
Wei Yixiao and the Five Elements Flag masters were placed in Wudang Villa.
Lu Qingyun took Yang Yaoqin back to the small courtyard in a bad mood.
"What's wrong, are you still angry about Brother Yang?" Yang Yaoqin asked with a smile.
"Qin'er, am I easy to bully? Why do they always like to do things like chasing ducks to the shelves?
Master Miejie is like this, and so are my masters Li Qiushui and Tong Piaoyun. Hengshan Sanding not only wanted to pass the mastership to me, but also forced me to become the leader of the Five Sacred Sword Sect, and now Yang Dingtian wants me to be the leader of the Ming Cult! "
"Just do it, what's the big deal!" Mu Wanqing looked at Lu Qingyun curiously. He was very disgusted with things that others couldn't ask for.
"What do you know!" Lu Qingyun stared.
"Why are you so cruel? You want to eat people!" Mu Wanqing pouted and widened her eyes.
Lu Qingyun lost his temper instantly, a smile appeared on his face, and he put his arms around Mu Wanqing's waist, "You have big eyes, you are right!"
Yang Yaoqin sat on the chair and shook her head while listening to the childish conversation between the two.
"Qingyun, why did you take over as the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance?"
"Of course it is to prevent the Beggar Clan's revenge." Lu Qingyun put away his smile and said seriously.
"Is there any conflict with taking over as the leader of the Ming Cult?" Yang Yaoqin asked rhetorically.
