Chapter 47 Half Step Forward Inside the temple, Wu Gensheng closed his eyes and sat beneath the damaged Buddha statue, relaxing his body to the most natural state, taking a deep breath to conserve his Man Duan dragged his lame leg and limped to Li Muxuan. With a gloomy and harsh look, he looked down at the face that was as numb as a vegetative person and scolded coldly: "You evil beast, are you worthy of your master?" As soon as he finished speaking, Old Man Duan raised his five withered fingers and, with terrifying force, he shouted directly over. "Snapped!" A fiery slap in the face caused Li Muxuan to lose control and fall down. His ears and brain were buzzing, and even blood was flowing from the corners of his cracked mouth. "Wang Yaozu taught you this skill in the hope that you could venture into the martial arts world, become famous, and establish your own sect. Are you worthy of him with your current anxious attitude?" Before Li Muxuan could react, Old Man Duan lifted up his collar which was soaked with rain and sweat. He exerted force with his wrist and without saying a word, smashed his head against the dusty stone bricks, pressing it into the spider-web-like hole. "Boom!" A dull crash was heard, and Li Muxuan's limbs stiffened. He began to think of death, and blood flowed along his broken forehead onto the ground. "Coward!"

"waste!" "What a shame!" Duan Laoer vented his dissatisfaction, swinging Li Muxuan's head and smashing it on the ground repeatedly, cursing: "You stray dog! Old ghost Wang, how should I treat you?" "I treat you as my own child and teach you all my skills in my life, and you go and admire Zuo Ruotong?!" Old Man Duan reached out his left hand, grabbed Li Muxuan's throat, and laughed coldly: "Do you know that your mentor's proud hard work was turned into a circus by that person?" "Do you know that your mentor was captured and released three times by him, which brought him disgrace?!" Seeing the down-and-out young man with tears in his eyes, Old Man Duan became even angrier and slapped him again. "Just cry like a woman!" Li Muxuan, whose cheeks were swollen from being beaten, knelt on the ground, crying sadly, his eyes filled with regret, unwillingness and fear, and his mouth whimpered, his words so unclear that they could not be distinguished. "You have been practicing Taoism since you were young, but now you have become such an ugly person. You might as well commit suicide and go down to accompany Old Man Wang!" Old Man Duan frowned, and the mockery on his lips became stronger: "Your immaturity and cowardice really add the heaviest stroke to Old Man Wang's failed life." "Is it difficult for you to do whatever you want?" "Stop talking." The continuous stimulation made Li Muxuan have a splitting headache. His tears were almost dried up. He looked like a wandering ghost, with red eyes, hunched back, and curled up on the ground. "please" Regret came like a wave, reaching the peak, and Li Muxuan's voice trembled. Old Man Duan leaned forward, staring at Li Muxuan with sinister eyes, and warned: "Wake up! Zuo Rutong was not killed by you! You know in your heart that his power was dispersed! He could not seek the truth, and died because of the dispersion of his power!" "And because of your actions, hundreds of your followers have died, and the situation is getting worse and worse. Even now, you are still crying here. Do you really want the master to take on all the responsibilities for you?" "He will die!"

Li Muxuan's face was covered in blood, his lips were purple, and he blamed himself and felt guilty: "Then what can I do?" "You have two choices." Old Man Duan raised his skinny fingers, which were thin and powerful, like strong eagle claws, and pressed them against the upper part of Li Muxuan's eyes. "Or, I'll kill you right here and let you reunite with Lao Wang." "Or, you and the Sect Leader can go to Longhu Mountain together to settle this." "If this continues, more and more people will die." Li Muxuan's eyes were evasive, but he was moved. He remained silent for a long time, slowly lowered his head, and made a difficult decision. Duan Laoer remained silent and did not bother him. After a long while, a hoarse, timid voice came: "I can go." "You have guts! Old Wang, if his successor dares to fight the Sanyi Sect on the territory of Longhu Mountain, who knows how happy he will be." Old Man Duan patted Li Muxuan's cheek and sneered, "You're not hopeless yet. Cheer up." In Longhu Mountain, in the Heavenly Master's room, three disciples stood in front of Zhang Jingqing in order from shortest to tallest. They were Zhang Huaiyi, Tian Jinzhong, and Zhang Zhiwei. "Master, this is from a peddler down the mountain. He entrusted it to you." Zhang Jinglan held the teacup in one hand, sipped it, and took the letter handed to her by Zhang Huaiyi. He opened it and saw freehand and unrestrained handwriting. The pious tone first explained the misunderstanding and then entrusted Longhu Mountain to help, ending the feud in a special way. Otherwise, during the War of Resistance, the fighting between Quanxing and Sanyi would only consume the domestic alien forces and cause more tragedies. The letter ended with clean, neat characters: Respectfully submitted by Wu Gensheng. Zhang Jingqing's eyes scanned the words one by one and then fell into deep thought. He had never dealt with this devil before and did not know his true intentions. He had no choice but to put the letter aside on the table for the time being, and then asked the second disciple: "Jinzhong, I asked you to go down the mountain to find out the news, how is it going?" "Reporting to Master, I went to Jianghu Inn and talked with Boss Liu. I learned that only two friends from the Sanyi Sect went down the mountain." Tian Jinzhong said: "One of them is the young master of the Lu family, Lu Jin." "The other one is quite unfamiliar. I heard he is the junior fellow of Master Zuo." "He recently returned from his travels and learned what Quan Xing had done, so he brought Lu Jin down the mountain and killed dozens of demons. He is currently looking for the whereabouts of Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan." "Junior brother?" Zhang Jingqing frowned and said with emotion: "In the Trinity Sect, there have always been disciples who have reached a bottleneck in their practice and traveled down the mountain to find opportunities for the third level." "I just don't know how many people will come back." Then, he turned his gaze to Zhang Zhiwei, cleared his throat, and asked in a deep voice: "Didn't I ask you to help?" "Why, you didn't use your verbal skills and got chased back?" "what?"

Zhang Zhiwei was stunned. Looking at his master's increasingly unfriendly expression, he did not dare to neglect him and quickly explained: "Oh, how can this be possible!" "Look at what you said, Master. Am I an unreliable person?" "This time, I managed to kill four Quan Xing monsters." "Oh?" Zhang Jingqing couldn't help but feel surprised, and his tone softened a little: "It just so happened that Quan Xing was attacking the mountain, so why didn't you stay in Sanyi and run back?" Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Huaiyi were both curious about the reason and listened attentively. "Well" Zhang Zhiwei organized his words in his mind and blurted out, "I don't know who has detained a large thundercloud at the mountain gate on the Sanyi side. It is hanging in the sky and covering the mountain climbing steps." "When I went there, I happened to see seven demons breaking into the mountains. The dense thunderbolts struck down and killed three of them. The other four escaped with half their lives hanging on. I killed them." "Later, I thought about it carefully and thought that maybe it was the human sect's mountain protection method. It was powerful enough and did not need me, so I came back." After he finished speaking, the master and his disciples were all surprised. "What? Trinity Sect has this trick up its sleeve?!" (End of this chapter)