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The steps gradually staggered. It took a lot of effort to reach the top of the mountain, but when I saw the ruins in front of me, I lost my breath.Suddenly, intense fatigue surged through his limbs. He could no longer hold on and fell heavily to the ground.

Tang Sect, just like other authentic sects in the world, has long been ruined.

He had obviously expected it in his heart, but when he actually saw the continuous ruins, the powerlessness and despair almost destroyed Zhang Mingyuan's heart.At this moment, all the fatigue of several years came to my mind.

At this moment, he thought of his father and brother who died tragically, of his mother who died of illness in bed, and of the looks in their eyes that looked forward to him.

He thought of his master again, and the words "There are things people do and things they don't do" seemed to still echo in his ears, like Hong Zhongdalu, supporting him until now.

After pretending to be strong for nearly eight years, he has grown from an innocent boy who was not attuned to worldly affairs to a cheerful knight who now travels most of China.But inside, he was really too tired.

Looking up at the whistling clouds and mists in the sky, there is no one here, only the sound of wind echoes.

A line of muddy tears fell down, washing away the dust on his face, revealing a face full of vicissitudes of life underneath.He is less than 16 years old, but in the eyes of others, he is more than 30 years old.

This is the price of growing up. He sold his property and traveled around the world with hatred for his country and family, but in the end it seemed like it was all in vain?

"Dad...Mom...Master...the child is unfilial..."

As he murmured in his mouth, almost substantial exhaustion swept over him. Zhang Mingyuan could no longer hold on and fainted on the ground.

The sleep was very long, and he also had a very long dream.In the dream, everything he saw was just a test of the Tang Sect.The Tang Sect is still thriving, and the sect's unique skills can even fly across the sky, move mountains and fill the sea.

After he succeeded in practicing here, he led his art down the mountain to save the country. He went in and out of the rebel army like no one was there, and drove the foreigners out of the country.On the side of the Qing Dynasty, reform old habits and cultivate a generation of wise kings...

When I opened my eyes, there were still clouds and mist in front of me.He endured the pain and sat up, but everything still looked like ghosts.Outside the dilapidated mountain gate, among the collapsed temples, the withered bones of crows looked miserable.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Coughing loudly, Zhang Mingyuan managed to get up and staggered towards the inside of Tangmen.No matter how hard life is, mature people must learn to accept difficulties.

You have cried enough, you have slept enough, then you should move on.

His steps staggered but did not stop for a moment. Zhang Mingyuan raised his head and moved forward. All the confusion in his eyes dissipated, and only determination was engraved in it.

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The Tang Sect was indeed ruined, but the reason for the ruin was not as simple as Zhang Mingyuan imagined.Walking among the ruins of the collapsed palace, skeletons of different shapes can be seen everywhere.

They either hold crossbows or darts, and have strange-looking hidden weapons tied around their bodies.

It’s unknown how long the Tang Clan has been in decline. The bones of everyone here have corroded, but the hidden weapons on their bodies are still shining brightly.Just the vibrations from walking on the road caused some needle arrows with malfunctioning machines to be fired out, sinking into the stone wall for unknown lengths of time.

Although he knew that Tang Sect was famous for its hidden weapons, the power, precision and storage time were eye-opening to Zhang Mingyuan.In his mind, he even subconsciously compared it with the long guns and short cannons in the hands of the invaders, but he did not have a deep understanding of this and did not come up with an answer in the end.

However, such a discovery was enough to shock his heart. He suppressed his excitement as soon as it arose, and walked more carefully towards the deep building.

The closer you get to the collapsed central palace, the more bones there are on the ground.Along the way, there were more weird hidden weapons on the bones than Zhang Mingyuan had seen in half his life.

Even on many skeletons, the purple or black color is stained, and after years of erosion, it is only slightly dim.This Tang Sect's most powerful poison still gave Zhang Mingyuan goosebumps when he walked nearby, even though he knew it was no longer a serious problem.

It wasn't until they got near the main hall that the number of bones suddenly decreased.

Here, huge potholes can be seen everywhere, as if they had been blasted by the cannons of the British fleet.In Zhang Mingyuan's view, the collapsed palace was not one that could not withstand decay after years of erosion, but one that was blasted to pieces.

——The thick solid wood wrapped in fine steel has been broken. The wood stubble and twisted fine steel at the break are in the center of the pillar that is divided into two, and a crystal clear skeleton lies on its back.

Even after countless hundreds of years, this white skeleton is still as bright and clear as jade. Except for the cracks on the body that seem to have been broken by brute force, no matter how much time goes by, there is no change.

Seeing this, Zhang Mingyuan was trembling.After all, in his understanding, the Tang Sect was not good enough to be called first-class in terms of internal and external skills. It could only climb to the threshold of a first-class sect with the help of hidden weapons.

Needless to say, the world's authentic sects and martial arts leaders, as well as other first-class sects, were able to stabilize the Tang Sect in terms of skill battles.

But even so, these Tang Sect masters are still not like human beings.It can smash gate towers, tear apart the earth, and even make corpses immortal. Now it is also warm and glowing.Zhang Mingyuan was fascinated by this realm.

But now, with his poor imagination, he really couldn't figure out how the Tang Sect, which was surrounded by natural dangers and had sharp weapons, completely disappeared.

Standing in front of the collapsed palace, Zhang Mingyuan turned around and saw that the former glory was now desolate, everything had been blown away by the rain and wind, and he couldn't help but sigh.

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Time is truly the most insoluble poison. Tang Sect's facade disciples disappear, and Tang Sect's classics are also weathered by the corrosion of time.

If not for the sudden discovery of a tattered secret book buried under the bricks of a wall while cleaning the corpses and cleaning the mountain gate, the Tang Sect classics would have been completely lost...

This tome appeared in the outer forging room, and it may have been hidden secretly by the outer disciples.Naturally, it does not record the Tang Sect's Inner Heart Sutra - "Xuan Tian Bao Lu", but the hundreds of hidden weapons and various Tang Sect's unique skills have already benefited Zhang Mingyuan a lot.

When the bones of Tang Sect disciples were buried, those strange hidden weapons were always triggered in various unexpected places. Although the toxins on them were no longer effective, they were still deadly.

But Zhang Mingyuan, a self-taught man who became a monk on the way, has never seen a real hidden weapon. Although he is scarred, he is steadily absorbing knowledge that is not found in books and is never tired of it.

But with the improvement of hidden weapon skills, without the assistance of the Heart Sutra, it has been difficult to get started with the mysterious skills of Xuan Yu Hands and Purple Demon Eyes, which are crucial to the practice of hidden weapons.After cleaning up the corpses of the outer disciples, they suffered a big loss when they arrived at the inner sect. Without the help of the Tang Sect's unique skills, it would be impossible to move there.

Sitting on the mountain peak, Zhang Mingyuan closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.Except for those inner disciples and near the main hall, he had searched everywhere, but the Heart Sutra was still missing.

The inner disciple may have a copy of the Heart Sutra, but he dare not touch it.If you want to find the technique, you need to practice the Heart Sutra and get started with the secret technique.

When he thought of this, Zhang Mingyuan felt a little blinded by his temperament.

Just as he was taking a breath and preparing to eat some game to fill his belly, the ghost looked worried, and in the clouds and mist, a faint dragon's roar sounded loudly.

Turning back suddenly, those incredible eyes reflected the black dragon soaring under the clouds.

On top of the dragon's horn, a young man came riding a dragon, smiling calmly, just like... an immortal!