Chapter 447: Heroes from all directions gather in Xianyang
Longhu Mountain.
Contemporary Heavenly Master Zhang Zhifu preaches on the mountain top.
More than 300 elite inner disciples gathered in the Tianshi Mansion.
This sermon is different from the previous ones.
There are seven days and seven nights in total.
Zhang Zhifu told all his disciples about his understanding of "Tao", without any secrets, without any details.
They were all confused.
Because in the past, preaching lasted at most three days. When had there ever been a seven-day event?
And what he said was all the great truth.
After listening to a key point, many disciples felt as if they had a sudden enlightenment and their inner state was elevated.
Seven days later.
All the disciples were enlightened.
The understanding of "Tao" seems to be clearer.
The techniques that they normally found difficult to master seemed to become much easier at this moment.
The consequence of the seven-day sermon was that Zhang Zhifu suffered severe mental damage.
As a result, when he stood up and was about to leave, his body was shaky and he almost fell.
Fortunately, a disciple with quick eyes and hands rushed forward to help.
"Master, why are you doing this? Preaching for seven days is exhausting, and I'm afraid it's beyond the imagination of disciples like me!"
During the sermon, unless the preacher stops talking.
Otherwise, if others interfere, the backlash to the preacher will be extremely serious.
Zhang Zhifu wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and said with a smile, "If you don't tell me now, I'm afraid I won't have time to tell you."
"Moreover, this sermon concerns the inheritance of Longhu Mountain. You must digest it carefully and strive to make what I say yours."
"Only in this way can Longhu Mountain continue to prosper."
Some ascetics with great supernatural powers.
You can predict your own death in advance.
After hearing what Zhang Zhifu said.
All the disciples felt a pang of anxiety, and they asked with concern:
"Master, is there something wrong with your body?"
"Master, what happened?"
“…”
Facing the concern of all the disciples, Zhang Zhifu just shook his head and said:
"Master is fine, just need to rest for a few days."
"In a few days, I will go down the mountain. You are not allowed to follow me, and don't even ask me what I am going to do."
"I, the master, only have one thing to tell you: protect the inheritance of Longhu Mountain and don't let the hard work of our ancestors go to waste."
After saying this, he turned and left alone.
The back figure looks increasingly older.
When the disciples saw this scene, they all fell silent.
Ever since the man who was bestowed the title of 'Sword Saint' by the Emperor of Qin came two days ago.
Their master seemed like a completely different person.
Everyone knows what happened.
They want to go too.
But the master's orders cannot be disobeyed.
A few days later, Zhang Zhifu, the Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, came down the mountain.
at the same time.
The Seven Swordsmen of Wudang descend the mountain.
At the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, eighteen eminent monks came down the mountain one after another.
Jeju Kong family.
A great scholar is reading.
The sound of reading aloud seemed to form a pure force with quite charm, lingering around.
In just a moment, he entered a state of perfection.
He originally had no martial arts skills, but now he has transformed himself into a top master.
Afterwards, he packed up his belongings and opened the door, only to see the elders in the family waiting outside.
Among them, an elderly man with a white beard said:
"You were supposed to be the next Duke of Yansheng in my Great Qin. Your fate is uncertain, yet you still want to go?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged scholar nodded and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to break through my own shackles for long if I force myself to do so. So, I must go, and I must go now."
He thought the elder from the Kong family would refuse.
Who would have thought that he would say something like this?
"I have arranged for the direct descendants of the clan to go to the south to support the imperial court and resist the foreign races."
"As for your lineage, it will remain in Jeju. After your death, your descendants will inherit the title of Duke of Yeonseong."
Hearing this, the middle-aged scholar was a little surprised and nodded subconsciously:
"This arrangement ensures that the legacy continues and serves the country well. It's very good."
"From now on, the Kong family will be divided into two branches, both of which are orthodox."
As soon as the words fell.
All the elders nodded in agreement.
This scholar named Kong Wu strode out of the Kong Mansion and headed towards Xianyang.
Somewhere in southern Xinjiang.
There was a man in the martial arts world who had mastered the sword technique to perfection.
Suddenly hearing the news that the foreigners were about to attack Xianyang City, he immediately cursed and said:
"Damn it, a mere grassland barbarian dares to be so arrogant?"
"I'll chop them into minced meat one by one!"
His daily job is as a butcher.
Pigs are slaughtered on time every day and sold to nearby villagers.
But one day, the villagers suddenly wanted to eat pork.
When I arrived at his pork shop, I was surprised to find that the shop was not open.
...
More and more heroes from the martial arts world spontaneously headed to Xianyang City.
Before this, they had conflicts and grudges against each other.
But at this moment.
They temporarily put aside their so-called grudges.
All moving in one direction.
On a mountain road.
A swordsman suddenly encountered his mortal enemy. He subconsciously grasped the sword in his hand and said in a deep voice:
"Well, I can't find you usually, but I unexpectedly ran into you here. You killed several of my brothers, and I should have avenged them immediately, but considering that I have something important to attend to, I'll let you go this time!"
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