The almighty crazy concubine is tough on the audience, and the prince passes the knife behind him

"Who is looking for me?"

A middle-aged man walked out of the house, holding a book in his hand. He was about 40 years old, with a Chinese character face and sharp eyes.

"Is it you?" Linghu Yuan's narrow eyes flashed with surprise.

"Do you recognize me?" The middle-aged man looked at them all over, his face immediately darkened, "So you are the disciples of Senior Brother?"

Cheng Qingqing looked at Li Beimo and swept over with a thought, "What's going on?" 』

"It seems like he is one of Master's junior disciples. ”Li Beimo replied to her.

Linghu Yuan's face also turned cold, "Mr. Fang Zhiyuan, I heard that you have joined Wuxiangtang and your future is bright. Why did you come to a remote place like Kunlun Mountain again?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I am a disciple of Kunlun Mountain Sect, how could I join a third sect like Wuxiangtang?"

Fang Zhiyuan looked at Linghu Yuan, "With such a bad mouth, you must be Linghu Yuan, right? Is this how you talk to your uncle?"

"Are you a disciple of the Kunlun Mountain Sect? Mr. Fang, how can you say this? I remember that when you came down from the mountain, you wanted to sever ties with the master. Why do you think that the Kunlun Mountain Sect is good again after only ten years?" Linghu Yuan said sarcastically.

"You... are simply disrespectful! It seems that you need discipline..." Fang Zhiyuan was angry and suddenly flew up and slapped his palm.

Feeling the sharp palm force, both Li Beimo and Cheng Qingqing's expressions changed slightly.

"Hmph!" Linghu Yuan snorted coldly and raised his palm to greet him.

"Bang!" The two of them exchanged palms in mid-air, and then each flew away. The powerful palm power overflowed, bringing up a gust of cold wind.

However, the person who caught Fang Zhiyuan's palm was not Linghu Yuan.

Fang Zhiyuan fell to the ground and lost his balance. He staggered back a few steps before stopping.

On the other hand, Li Beimo fell to the ground and remained motionless. His eyes deepened when he felt his numb arms.

"Master..." The young boy ran back and supported him.

"It's okay for me, master..." Fang Zhiyuan suppressed the smell of blood in his throat and looked at Li Beimo.

"Are you Li Beimo?"

"Hmph!" Li Beimo brushed his sleeves and asked coldly: "Since you have left the Kunlun Mountain Sect and are no longer a disciple of the Kunlun Mountains, why are you coming back here?"

"Who said that I have left the Kunlun Mountain Sect? Did the head brother tell you this?" Fang Zhiyuan pushed the young man aside and walked to them.

"Look at all of you, you all have the same virtues as your master. Your master left his last words before his death, asking us to unite and carry forward the Kunlun Mountain Sect. What's the result?!

Since the eldest brother became the leader, he has not cared about the affairs of the sect. When he is not staying in the house all day long to study his medical skills, he will go up the mountain to collect medicine. Sometimes he will not come back for a month or even half a year. Who can say that he He didn't even listen and said anyone who didn't like him could leave.

You said with your master’s temperament, who can stay? In the past, the sect had more than [-] disciples at its peak, but all of them were angry because of your master's words. "

After hearing this, Linghu Yuan did not refute him.

Fang Zhiyuan took out something from his arms, raised it in front of them and said: "This leader's token was given to me by someone who was entrusted by your master before his death, and there is also a letter from him. I only know that I am sorry when I die." Master’s great trust.”

He stroked the token and looked far away, "To be honest, I don't want to take over this mess from him, but I can't just watch Kunlun Mountain decline, and watch the sect that Master has worked so hard to build be destroyed in your hands.

Now let me ask you, who is willing to take over this leadership token? He also announced to the world that the Kunlun Mountain Sect has returned to the world, preparing to open a gate to recruit disciples and revive the prestige of our Kunlun Mountain Sect! "

Li Beimo and Luo Qin both looked at Linghu Yuan.

He is the senior brother, and this leader's token belongs to him.

Linghu Yuan looked at the token and had a headache.

Once you receive this token, you will no longer be able to live as freely and freely as your master. He didn't want to stay on this mountain all his life, working all day long on the affairs of the sect and the world.

He looked at the two junior brothers next to him.

Li Beimo is the prince of a country, so it is impossible for him to be the head of labor and capital.

And Luo Qin also had the same character and character as his master. He was only interested in medical skills and ignored other things.

"Uncle Second Master, since the master has given you the token, then you will be the leader!"

"What? Are you willing to call me uncle now?" Fang Zhiyuan snorted, "Your master is the leader, and now that he is gone, his disciples should inherit the position of leader. You can't shirk it! Today, One of you must take this token."

Linghu Yuan frowned slightly, "The main reason we came back this time is to pay homage to Master. We will discuss the matter of the headship after we go to the back mountain to pay homage to Master."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for Fang Zhiyuan to speak.

"Elder brother, wait for me..." Luo Qin quickly followed, fearing that if he walked too slowly, the token would fall on him.

Li Beimo took Cheng Qingqing's hand, and together they jumped onto the roof and headed towards the back mountain.

After walking around to the back of the mountain, the four of them stopped in front of a tomb. The tombstone read: The tomb of Mu Xiao, the eighth generation leader of Kunlun Mountain Sect No. 20.

Linghu Yuan and Luo Qin discovered that the master's tomb had been rebuilt, the surrounding weeds had been cleaned up, and many flowers had been planted.

Needless to say, it must have been built after Fang Zhiyuan came, but as the direct disciples of their master, they did nothing.

The three brothers looked at their master's grave with guilt in their eyes.

"Master..." Linghu Yuan bent his knees and knelt down in front of the tombstone, his eyes were red, "This disciple is unfilial..."

Li Beimo also knelt down beside him, "Senior Brother, you traveled thousands of miles to avenge Master, traveled thousands of miles across the ocean, killed your enemies with your own hands, and made Master fall asleep in peace, but I did nothing for Master. I am the most sorry for Master..."

It has been six years since he left here, but he never came back until his master died.

"Third Junior Brother, how can I blame you? It's not that Master doesn't know about your situation. You don't have to blame yourself." Linghu Yuan said.

Luo Qin opened the bag in his hand and took out the sacrifices and placed them one by one. Cheng Qingqing also came up to help burn paper money, light incense and distribute them to them.

The four brothers held incense and worshiped their master.

"Senior Brother, in my opinion, Second Junior Uncle is more suitable to be the head of the Kunlun Mountain Sect." Luo Qin said.

Linghu Yuan put his hand on Master's tombstone, "Master has given him the token, which means that he is the next leader chosen by Master. We have all disappointed Master."

It has been 800 years since the Kunlun Mountain sect was founded. All the leaders in the past generations have been very heroic and famous all over the world. It really cannot be allowed to fall into their hands like this.