Chapter 43 (1/2)

Due to the lack of the inheritance of the martial arts in Zhenjing, Liuru Zen master, Dianxian and others have no way to go further after they have broken through the 10th level of Wudao. It's really difficult for them to deduce the system of Wudao in Zhenjing by themselves.

However, if we leave the land of thousands of miles away, not to mention the other clans and bandits, but to talk about the monsters all over the world of eight cultivation, it is not for them who have no real world martial arts experts to deal with them.

Some brave people who don't believe in evil spirits move away. They are either swallowed up as slaves, or killed by bandits and monsters, and their bones are gone.

Zen master Liuru and others are trembling. They have no choice but to appeal to Shen Zhenyi. They hope that the third son of Shen will show mercy and bring them into the abandoned sword villa, or help them contact their fellow disciples in the eight cultivation world, or find a place to turn to.

This kind of entreaty began two years ago, but Shen Zhenyi was not seen in the back mountain all the time, and Shen Shou could not be the master, so the Zen master Liuru and others could only visit again and again.

This time, Shen Zhenyi finally ended his three-year closure. Everyone was full of hope and wanted to see the third young master.

They saw that the abandoned sword villa was thriving, and granny Chihuo, who had invested in the villa at the beginning, was able to break through the real world. They were both regretful, envious and envious.

Shen Zhenyi's momentum is different from that of three years ago.

three years ago, his appearance still did not take off the immature youth. Now the lines of eyebrow and eye appear more sharp, and his cold eyes make him more dignified. The white clothes of the pine trees are not changed, just like Yushu in front of the wind.

Three years of meditation practice, let his strength again by leaps and bounds.

How strong it is still unknown.

Even Chu Huoluo, who is now the highest martial arts practitioner, can't see through him at all.

Standing in front of the public, he is not only an admirable genius, but also a fearsome martial arts hero.

”See you three childe!”

I haven't seen him for a few years. He is much older. He bows his head and does not dare to be disrespectful.

”The old Zen master has always been well.”

Shen Zhenyi is still very polite. He can see that Zen master Liuru is too old to break into the real world. Life will not last long.

”Thanks to the Hongfu of the young master, the Lanke temple can survive even though it is hard to survive...”

Liuru Zen master lamented that it was thanks to the people who cut the moon that Ranke temple could develop smoothly in this place, and it would not be destroyed in the first place. But even so, due to the lack of martial arts and Taoism inheritance and the rapid improvement of their cultivation, many senior disciples have chosen to leave the temple.

In the past, Lanke temple had a good reputation, so it was always choosy to recruit new disciples. Every year, there were a lot of high-quality disciples.

But now the situation has changed. Ranke temple is just a small force that is not in the flow. Where else will anyone come here in admiration? The new disciples recruited are either stupid or impure. If it goes on like this, Langke temple will become a water without source and a tree without roots. Soon, it will gradually decline and disappear.

As long as I knew it was like this, Zen master Liuru only hated that he didn't join the abandoned sword villa early.