The news that Mo Wendong exposed his whereabouts was like a ray of sparks falling into dry firewood, which soon spread throughout the world.

Wudang Mountain.

The Taoist master of the world has been holding three months of happy events, but also falling into three months of snow.

It is only until spring is about to stop.

Even the spring rain during the Jingzhe season failed to shed the plain silver clothes in the mountains.

Mo Haochen, the head of the Taoist boy who had grown a little taller, was walking up steadily on the stairs, and finally came to the top of the mountain and looked at the old Taoist standing by the cliff, "Uncle Qingyin."

"It has been hundreds of years since Wudang Mountain was founded, and there has never been a precedent for letting a Taoist boy take the position of the head of the sect." Qing Yin turned his back to him, "Do you know why this generation has made you a pioneer."

Mo Haochen lowered his head slightly, "Because of my father."

"Your father asked someone to steal the Nine-Turn Wake-Up Dream Pill from Longhu Mountain to feed you, and then sent you to Wudang, in order to one day provoke the Taoist disputes. Fortunately, before the death of the immortal, Achen let the Taoist Sect in the world see Mo Wendong's true face and try his best to win the name of Wudang Daokui. This matter was not fulfilled." Qingyin sighed: "Now you are nine years old, and it is almost time for the golden elixir in your body to take effect. If this matter is learned by Longhu Mountain, no matter whether they will turn against each other or not, at least Wudang must do his best to protect you. Even if you use this position as a talisman, you must ensure that you are fully prepared."

"Haochen cannot repay this friendship." Mo Haochen bowed and bowed.

Qingyin was stunned, "It seems that you have made a decision?"

Mo Haochen nodded solemnly, as if he had thought for a long time before he made this decision, "I want to go down the mountain."

Qingyin pondered for a moment before sighing, "Well."

Qingyin's heartfelt words just now were just one of the reasons for making Mo Haochen the leader.

Qingyin also hoped to use the identity of the leader to break Mo Haochen's ties in the world.

But there are many things in the world. Once the four words "blood is thicker than water" are mixed, it will become complicated. Even if there is a blood feud between Mo Wendong and Wudang, if Mo Haochen insists on leaning towards his father, then he will still be unable to force it.

But Mo Haochen's next sentence surprised Qingyin.

"Take this purple-sky whisk down the mountain." Mo Haochen looked at the whisk in his hand.

That is, he took the identity of Wudang as the head of the sect and went down the mountain.

"I want to go and play the game of chess that the senior brother in charge has not finished."

Haoyue Palace.

Murong Haoyue stood in front of the window, carrying the purple thunder box on her right.

The last time he picked up the sword box was to collect debts.

And this time, it is also for debt collection.

It was like a destiny. The final goal of his last time to collect debts was the same person as the person he was going to fight for this time. And the same thing was that he both played the role of a debt collector.

"It's warm." Su Nansheng walked behind him.

Murong Haoyue looked at the snow falling on the green mountains outside the window, and her words revealed a little reluctance, "The snow is about to melt."

"Are you going to go out for a long trip?" Su Nansheng was not surprised when he heard the profound meaning of the words.

Murong Haoyue lowered her head, "Sorry."

If it were anyone, it would be difficult for him to accept the newlyweds soon, so he would part again.

But Su Nansheng just smiled, "Since you have made a decision in your heart, then go and do it. This time, no one will stop you, just like when you went to Heming Mountain for me. You have always been stubborn, so I don't understand."

"This time, I will still wait for you. But you." Su Nansheng looked up at him, "I must remember to come back."

Qing Yin on the cliff sighed: "If you want to go down the mountain, I won't stop you, and I don't have the right to stop you. But since you have chosen to go to this game, you should understand the burden on your shoulders."

Mo Haochen lowered his head slightly, "As the head teacher, this is what it should be."

"You, you haven't had a good face before, but you become the leader, but you become respectful." Although Qing Yin wanted to laugh a little, a sadness quickly ejaculated in his heart.

Mo Haochen suddenly asked, "Uncle Master, you just said that I set a precedent for the Taoist boy to become the head of Wudang, but if I remember correctly, the head of the teacher is also the youngest head of Wudang Mountain in history. Why did he get into this position back then?"

"Just because he said something to Senior Brother Yu Yin."

"What's the matter?"

"If you want to stay in the mountains all year round to realize the truth, then the first step is to take is only one way-"

“The way down the mountain.”

Yumen Taoyuan.

"So what you mean is that behind this answer, there are secrets that cannot be touched by mortals." Ling Jianqiu said coldly.

Mo Wendong nodded, "Yes."

Ling Jianqiu's eyes turned cold, "Why should I believe you?"

Don’t ask Dong to be calm, “You can only believe me now.”

Even Mu Kexin frowned after hearing this, and the coldness on Gu Han's sword arose again.

"If you don't believe it, you can choose to kill me now, and you have to accept it. Loulan's destruction will always be a secret." Mo Wendong turned around and looked straight at Jianfeng.

Ling Jianqiu, who had never hesitated at all while holding the sword, rarely hesitated at this time.

Because the meaning of holding the sword is to make the homeland.

And now, as Mo Wendong said, he has no choice.

Ling Jianqiu put down his sword, "I hope you can fulfill your promise."

"Your junior brother is already on the way here, and he has formed a blood feud with me. If he insists on coming to stop me, you should understand the consequences." Mo Wendong said suddenly.

Ling Jianqiu frowned, "Although you and me have reached a consensus, in the final analysis, this is just a deal that each person needs. Do you want to use this insignificant friendship to ask me to draw his sword?"

"You were practicing swords at my father's knees when you were young. Although you had drawn swords to each other on Yinglong Platform, the friendship of this teacher who came from the same school is still hard to erase after all." Mo Wendong shook his head, "Don't worry, you will have a better opponent."

"I borrow your good words." Ling Jianqiu returned the sword to the sheath and leaped away with Mu Kexin.

"Sir is full of exploration in my sincerity, but he is full of concessions in his sincerity." Tang Zangtian looked at his departure back.

"Because his sword is his sincerity." Mo Wendong felt the remaining sword intent behind him, "What a terrible swordsman."

Tang Zangtian asked: "What the sir just said is that person's junior brother, who is it?"

Mo Wendong replied: "Luo Feiyu."

"It's him." Tang Zangtian's murderous aura suddenly rose.

Mo Wendong suddenly smiled, "But, I didn't have the hope to let Ling Jianqiu stop him."

"I have already been for Luo Feiyu."

"Prepare a killing game."
Chapter completed!