C43 (1/2)

Located in southern Sichuan, three hundred miles from Chengdu, a large mountain is called Mount Emei. The mountains are winding, the mountains are green, the scenery elegant.

Emei World Show.

It was already late at night.

The golden roof was still brightly lit.

If it was a large building, then it would be built between steep cliffs and precipitous cliffs, surrounded by strange rocks and ancient trees.

Since Guo Xiang founded the Emei Faction, this generation of the Good Old Ni has been the eighth generation. For some reason, the number of disciples decreased with each step. Sachiko also knew that this was not bad luck. It was because there were very few people who could endure hardships. To become the disciple of Emei, one had to suffer even more than the disciples of other sects. Not to mention, they were all female disciples.

Sachiko sighed.

He was sitting in his secret room, lit up by four oil lamps.

The good old nun walked over to the window and peeked outside. Under the window, a pale cliff gradually disappeared into the darkness. On the surrounding cliffs, the trees surrounded the area, causing waves of waves in the darkness.

On the cliff face one zhang away, there was a hole. There was a faint yellow light coming from the hole, and it seemed to be shaking. The good old man looked at the crescent moon in the sky and then looked down. With a flick of his right hand, he broke off a branch from the pine tree that was by the window. With a slight movement of his fingers, the branch shot down like an arrow towards the hole below. The light at the entrance of the cave flickered as a figure appeared on the stone wall. The corners of Good Old Ni's mouth slightly lifted, and his brows seemed to flash a smile. Waving his sleeves, he returned back to his seat at the table in front of the Pu Ji.

The moment he sat down, the light by the window flickered and almost went out! Sachiko wrinkled his brow. A figure entered through the window.

”Master!” A very sweet voice sounded out, immediately standing in front of Kindness.

”Hm!” Tong'er, you still haven't made much of a breakthrough! ”Look at that lamp just now — it was almost extinguished by you.”

Oh!” The girl named Tong'er was called Huo Ling Tong. Twenty years old. It was a very beautiful life. With her hair tied up in a purple scarf and a ponytail, she gave people a lively feeling. Her eyebrows were like jade, her phoenix eyes were clear and bright, yet as deep as the ocean. She had a small nose and a red mouth that was not smeared with grease. The skin on his face was as white as jade, and the powder had a tinge of red in it. A pair of small protruding hills, stretched taut by a plain, white dress, would certainly fascinate a man.

Hearing her master's question, her small nose began to sweat profusely. A pair of lily-white hands were fiddling with her clothes, not daring to look at her master.

”Ah, Tong'er, Master isn't blaming you. What I want to tell you is, you have to practice this technique step by step. ”Haste makes waste!”

”Tong'er understands!” ”Master!”

The good old man got up again and walked slowly to the window and looked out.

”Alas, to think that my sect is deserted now, my sect is truly unlucky …” Hearing her master mumble to herself, Huo Lingtong turned around and slowly followed. She didn't know how to comfort her master because she had heard her master say this more than ten times. In his heart, his master was even more intimate than his mother. Because when he was five years old, he was sold to a brothel as a maid by his heartless mother.

”Master …” Every time his Master sighed with emotion, he would just call her Master. There were really no better sentences that could be used to enlighten his Master. But he also knew very well that his master would probably never be able to get it in his life. Master often talked about how, as the Sect Leader, he wanted to bring glory and prosperity to the sect, not decline day by day.

”En — —” Sachiko suddenly turned around and immediately walked to the stone wall behind the table. He pressed the stone wall with his right hand, and a cracking sound rang out. A small hole appeared on the stone wall. It was like a small cabinet. He reached into it with his right hand and pulled out a bundle. He casually closed the cave entrance.

”Tong'er, come here —” Sachiko took the package and sat down cross-legged beside the table. He then placed the item in his hand on the table.

Huo Lingtong heard her master calling out to her and immediately walked up to him.

”Sit!”

He sat down in front of his master.

”Tong'er, I'm going out for a walk in a few days. I might go for at least three to five months, or at most a year and a half before I return. Take good care of yourself. Practice hard and don't be lazy! I will be taking you on when I get back! ”

”Understood, Master.” He did not speak again. It was because he knew why his master wanted to go out. Every year at this time, his Master would go out for a few months. Later on, he found out that his Master went out to find a fated person, namely, a disciple. It was not easy to be the disciple of Emei. Right now, on this mountain, other than a dozen or so old grandmothers helping to take care of the mountain's internal and external affairs, there was only one disciple from his Master. It was him. Huo Ling Tong. Fortunately, her master also treated her as his daughter. After following her master for more than ten years, she had almost passed on everything she knew to him. But he couldn't let his master be satisfied with what he had done. I've always felt guilty.

He saw Sachiko holding the package in both hands with a solemn look on his face.

It was a box wrapped in yellow brocade. After staring at it for a long time, the good old man slowly opened the box and took out a book.

The book was not very old. It was a little yellowish blue.

Sachiko took the book and flipped through it. ”Tong'er, Master will give you this' Nine Yin True Scriptures' today —” Saying this, he stood up.

”This' Nine Yin True Scriptures' only has the second volume, it was bestowed upon me by my master, Master Jingyun. They were divided into the 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw' and the 'Spiral Nine Shadows'. ”The Nine Yin White Bone Claw also has four stages, 'Golden Silk Hand', 'Soul Search Law', 'White Bone Claw', and 'External Techniques'. The 'Spiral Nine Shadows' is a movement technique, movement technique, footwork, and Supreme Qi.”

”But you must remember, you must wait until your 'Jade Women's Heart Sutra' reaches the fifth stage before you can practice this technique!” Otherwise, it would bring about a fatal disaster! ”Do you understand?”

”Got it, Master!” Huo Ling Tong only knew that since Master had kept this thing very secret and had spoken in such a careful manner, it must be a martial arts technique that Master valued very much. However, he did not know how much bloodshed this scripture had brought to the martial world.