Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Ding Chunqiu has always regarded himself as an orthodox member of the Xiaoyao Sect. Even though he caused Wu Yazi to betray his disciples, in his opinion, he was still an orthodox member of the Xiaoyao Sect.

The sect rule of the Xiaoyao Sect is that whoever has good martial arts skills will be the leader. This is also the sect rule set by Ding Chunqiu later after he founded the Xingxiu Sect.

A carefree person is unrestrained and free-spirited.

Secular sects take morality and character into consideration when selecting successors. Their intentions are good, but the result is often that they select a group of hypocrites and liars who deceive the world and commit despicable and shameless things under the guise of being aboveboard. What's more, even the same sects are killing each other and framing each other. This is how many once-famous martial arts sects have declined.

As an authentic Taoist sect, the Xiaoyao Sect believes in the immortality of great sages and the immortality of great thieves. Therefore, when passing on the inheritance of the master, the so-called considerations of moral character are directly removed, and respect is judged by martial arts. No matter whether your martial arts is eccentric or neutral, as long as you can overpower your fellow disciples and convince others, you are the master. Leader, if anyone disobeys the leader's orders, he or she can challenge the leader at any time. Those who succeed will be first, and those who are capable will be on top.

However, when Wu Yazi chose his successor, he changed the rules of martial arts to a competition not only in martial arts, but also in various schools of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. As a result, Ding Chunqiu, who was clearly superior in martial arts skills, did not get the chance. He has inherited the position of leader.

Ding Chunqiu was so dissatisfied with Wu Yazi's obvious favoritism that over time, he finally killed his master.

Even after so many years since he harmed Wu Yazi, Ding Chunqiu still calls him an "old thief" when he thinks of Wu Yazi.

In Ding Chunqiu's view, it was a heinous crime for Wu Yazi to favor Su Xinghe, and it was an unforgivable crime not to pass on the Xiaoyao Sect's superb martial arts to him.

As for Wu Yazi's careful teaching, imparting knowledge and solving doubts for more than ten years, it was not within Ding Chunqiu's consideration.

The so-called beasts are nothing more than this.

After learning that Su Xinghe was going to use the Zhenlong chess game to select the successor of Xiaoyao Martial Arts, Ding Chunqiu was furious and took only a dozen of his capable disciples from Xingxiu Sea to the Central Plains all the way through the starry night. For Ding Chunqiu, this was his first time.

On this day, Ding Chunqiu and his disciples stayed at an inn.

Ding Chunqiu was carried away in a sedan chair carried by four people. He sat high in a small sedan chair and gathered a group of country fools to play and play all the way. His disciples played and chanted loudly and praised his virtues, which attracted the attention of passers-by.

As soon as the sedan chair landed, a disciple got down and used his body as a ladder for Ding Chunqiu to step off the sedan chair. Two other disciples ran to the door of the inn, laid out a three-foot-long red blanket in advance, and then stepped aside respectfully, waiting for the master to enter.

When the people in the inn saw this scene, they thought some big shot was coming, and they all fled. The originally bustling inn suddenly lost more than half of its people.

Although he was beaten by Murong Fu last time and fled in panic, Ding Chunqiu still didn't remember much this time. In his opinion, that experience was just an accident. At most, Murong Fu only had the advantage of being a master of martial arts. If he really wanted to fight for strength, how much skill could Murong Fu have at such a young age?

Ding Chunqiu swaggered off the sedan chair and walked into the inn. All the disciples sang in unison: "Old Immortal Xingxiu, his magic power is boundless. Old Immortal Xingxiu's magic is driving the Central Plains. His magical power is unparalleled and he unifies the world!"

Ding Chunqiu looked at the attentive disciples under him with satisfaction, nodded, waved his hand and said, "Not bad, everybody, get up."

The three fingers of his left hand were chopped off by Murong Fu with the Six Meridians Divine Sword. Now he made a glove with fine jade from Kunlun Mountain mixed with fine iron and put it on his hand. The outside of the glove was poisoned. Although this hand was not as good as It was more flexible before, but the toxicity has become more severe.

Ding Chunqiu had just sat down when he heard someone in the corner chuckle. Although the laughter was very light, it was still heard by Ding Chunqiu's disciples. They all glared at the laughing person in the corner and shouted: " Little bald donkey! Why are you laughing?!"

The people on this table were none other than Xu Zhu and others who had gone down the mountain to contact the heroes of various factions under the orders of Xuan Ci. Headed by Xuan Nan, assisted by Xuan Ji and Xuan Tong, they led a group of monks from the Hui generation and the Xu generation, and went around Distribute hero posts and invite heroes from all walks of life to Shaolin to discuss how to deal with Murong Fu.

And the one who laughed out loud just now was Xu Zhu's senior brother, Xu Qing.

Ding Chunqiu glanced at Xuan Nan and the others coldly, then put on a warm smile and said with a smile: "Where is this little master? Why did you laugh at me just now?"

Seeing that the other party spoke in a humble and polite manner, Xu Qing became even more proud, and gestured arrogantly: "It doesn't matter if I tell you. We are all disciples of Shaolin, the largest martial arts sect in the Central Plains. This is the head of my Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy. Uncle XuanNan! Ding Chunqiu, you, a defeated dog who escaped from Murong Fu's hands, how can you have the face to brag about your extraordinary abilities?

Since Xuan Bei was killed last time, the Xuanzi monks from Shaolin Temple always move together with three people when they go out to avoid being attacked and assassinated by the enemy.

Xuan Nan frowned slightly when he heard Xu Qing's arrogant words. But when he thought that the other party was Ding Chunqiu, a notorious old monster, and he felt that he had three masters from the temple gathered here, Ding Chunqiu did not dare to make any mistakes.

The most important thing is that Ding Chunqiu, as a master of the evil sect, has been running to the Middle-earth again and again, obviously intending to interfere in the affairs of the Central Plains. It is said that the Xingxiu sect is best at deceiving people and deceiving others. If the Xingxu demons were allowed to become popular in the Central Plains, wouldn't it damage the reputation of Mount Taishan and Beidou in the Shaolin martial arts world?

Therefore, Xuannan just said: "If you are empty and pure, you must not make mistakes."

Xu Qing saw that the Grand Master's uncle just said this without any pain, and knew that the Grand Master's uncle had acquiesced in his actions, which made him even more proud.

He is inherently smart and is best at observing the thoughts of his elders. He will know what the elders are thinking when their expressions change. When Ding Chunqiu came in just now, he noticed that the three elders frowned obviously, so he turned his eyes to understand the thoughts of several high-status Shaolin monks.

Immediately I felt happy, so I showed off in front of the elders like this. In the future, I will be promoted in the temple. I believe that my performance today will definitely give me a lot of points.

Xu Zhu on the side was kind-hearted and did not want to argue with others. He kept pulling on his senior brother's sleeves and said: "Senior brother, stop talking!"

Xu Qing threw Xu Zhu's sleeves away and scolded: "You idiot, what do you know?"

Xu Zhu was not angry when Xu Qing scolded him, he just lowered his head, sighed, silently recited the sutra, and whispered: "Sin, sin!"

Xu Qing rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to his ignorant junior brother. He continued to mock Ding Chunqiu: "Ding Chunqiu, if you are scared, just go back and forth from wherever you are, and don't set foot in the Central Plains again. In this way, there will be less harm and more peace in the world!"

This taunt made everyone laugh, and the inn was filled with a happy atmosphere. In another corner, two well-dressed men were leaning over their desks and laughing: "Young Master, that's well said!"

Ding Chunqiu's disciples turned pale with anger, scolded each other, and rushed to express their loyalty in front of their master.

In another corner, four people were sitting around a table. The leader, a middle-aged scribe, was fat and had a rosy complexion. He was drinking by himself with a wine glass in one hand, not paying attention to what was happening in front of him. Another scribe had a large bowl in front of him, and more than half of the wine in the bowl had been drunk. The other two were armed with swords and dressed as warriors.