Kuai Chuan's brother is the real boss

"In Wan'an Temple that day, brother, what did you say to Master?"

Jiang Yan smiled, "I saw the iron ring on your hand, so I asked her to change to a successor, but she refused me, so she didn't say anything else."

Zhou Zhiruo always felt that Master had been acting strange since he came out of Wan'an Temple. Before he died, he called her to his side, said many things to her, and even made her swear that he would not be with Zhang Wuji.

She had nothing to do with Zhang Wuji in the first place, and she only met three or three times since she was a child. The first time was on the Han River, the second time was on the way to Guangmingding, and the third time was the one who caught fire in Wan'an Temple. The night, other than that, didn't have much communication.

Listening to Zhou Zhiruo's words, Jiang Yan knew in his heart that Miejue Shitai must have seen that Zhang Wuji treated Zhou Zhiruo unusually, that's why she made her make such an oath.

"You don't have to worry too much. Zhang Wuji is not familiar with you. He is the leader of Mingjiao and you are the head of Emei. If you have different ways, you don't conspire with each other. The oath should not be just a sentence." Jiang Yan comforted.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded, and Jiang Yan looked at her. She used to be a pretty little girl, but now she is starting to be her own.

"Zhiruo, you will be the head of Emei from now on. I know that your current ability is not enough to take charge of the entire sect, but you just need to remember that you have an older brother, and you can come to me when you encounter difficulties."

"Thank you, brother." Zhou Zhiruo felt a warm current in her heart. She could not disobey her master's order and could only accept it when her master was in danger. Until now, she has been terrified.

Although her brother only said a few words now, she felt as if a small boat had landed on the shore, and she felt extremely at ease.

"You and my brother and sister don't need to thank you." Jiang Yan gave her the cheats he had prepared in advance, "What I gave you in the past was internal strength. You have practiced it for many years and have made great progress. This is a martial arts move. You should practice it."

Zhou Zhiruo looked at the martial arts cheats, thinking about the secrets that Master told her about the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Saber, "Brother, you have traveled all over the world, but have you ever heard where the black iron used to make the Dragon Saber comes from?"

"I've never heard of it. There is only one dragon-slaying knife in the world. Presumably black iron is also rare in the world."

Zhou Zhiruo felt a little lost. There were secret books hidden in the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Slaying Knife, but now the Dragon Slaying Knife was with the golden-haired lion king Xie Xun. She didn't know where Xie Xun was, and she couldn't get the Dragon Slaying Knife.

Then I thought about finding the same black iron to replace it, but it didn't work.

Jiang Yan knew the secrets hidden in the Yitian Sword and Dragon Saber, but he was confident that the secrets he gave Zhou Zhiruo were more useful than the secrets in front of him. It is easy to learn and understand after practicing internal skills, and the martial arts are amazing after learning.

"Brother, is it really okay for Zhiruo to be alone in Emei? I see senior sister Ding glaring at her, will they target Zhiruo after we leave?" After leaving Emei, Song Qingshu came to Jiang Yan and asked quietly road.

Ding Minjun's eyes were so fierce, like a poisoned dagger, with undisguised resentment, he was shocked when he saw it, he never knew that women's eyes could be so fierce, he thought all women were It's as tender as water.

Jiang Yan was not worried at all. After they left, Ding Minjun would naturally quarrel, but she didn't dare to take the position of leader openly. After all, compared with the entire Emei sect disciples, Ding Minjun's followers were only one percent. .

What Ding Minjun can rely on now is his age and martial arts more than Zhou Zhiruo. Age represents experience, but in the arena, experience is not worth mentioning compared to real martial arts.

In the past, Zhou Zhiruo concealed his clumsiness despite his internal strength, and he could not beat Ding Minjun. Now he has no worries and no need to hide his clumsiness. Ding Minjun will definitely lose.

Looking at Song Qingshu, his character and appearance are passable, but his strength is a bit weak. In this era, strong women and weak men are not so easy to be accepted. Even if Song Qingshu himself doesn't care, he can still accept the gossip of the world. Don't care at all?

"Zhiruo is already the head of Emei, and she has to bear what she has to bear. All I can do now is to help her when she needs it." Jiang Yan said.

Song Qingshu nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, what we can do is to help sister Zhiruo when she needs it."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait until this day." Jiang Yan shook his head pretentiously.

Song Qingshu quickly asked the reason, Jiang Yan looked at him and said: "Although your martial arts are the best among your peers, since Zhiruo has become the head of the sect, what you need is not only help in martial arts, but also other aspects. You have no power, how can you help her in other ways?"

Song Qingshu suddenly realized that he was only happy for sister Zhiruo to be the head of the sect a few days ago, and completely forgot the disparity in their current status. According to his current situation, if sister Zhiruo was in trouble, he couldn't help at all. It would be a shame to ask his father for help.

Now Song Qingshu is completely distressed that he is not good enough for Zhou Zhiruo. He doesn't realize at all that Jiang Yan is just an ordinary disciple like him. Jiang Yan can help what he can't help?

Seeing him lost in thought, Jiang Yan expressed his satisfaction and galloped his horse.

Until returning to Wudang, Song Qingshu still didn't come up with a reason why, Grand Master is in good health now, his father is still there, he can't be equal to sister Zhiruo at all?

And the idea of ​​establishing another sect was strangled to death by him as soon as he came up with it. This is something that can't be done at all. If he fails at that time, he will lose face in front of sister Zhiruo.

After much deliberation, Song Qingshu still thinks that practicing martial arts is the most important thing. If the martial arts is advanced and he has a certain status in the world, he might be able to help him.

"Third Master Uncle, you are recovering very well. I believe you will be able to practice martial arts again in a few months." Jiang Yan checked the condition of Yu Daiyan's legs. If he can have the current recovery state, he would like to come to this period of time. Rehabilitation is done a lot.

As for the pain of rehabilitation, one cannot know it without personal experience. Fortunately, Yu Daiyan has perseverance and persists in doing well.

"It's not perseverance. I'm also a martial arts practitioner. I haven't stood up for so many years. This time, it's like going back to my childhood and practicing martial arts again." Yu Daiyan was in a good mood and could joke, "I'm telling you Let me tell you, your Third Senior Uncle was very disobedient when I was a child, and my master and senior elder brothers often beat and scolded me, hitting my body with a three-finger-wide bamboo board is no better than doing rehabilitation."

"Will Grand Master beat and scold disciples? I've never seen him lose his temper." Ever since he met Zhang Sanfeng, he has always been amiable and virtuous.

"Of course, Master, he is the next generation relative to you disciples and grandchildren, and he is ruthless to us."

Yu Daiyan told Jiang Yan a lot about the past of their seniors, and he didn't leave until he was tired, but I have to say that their relationship between seniors and brothers was really good.

His leg injury was caused by Yin Susu, and now he still misses Zhang Cuishan, and he is full of love for Zhang Wuji, looking forward to his coming to Wudang, and did not take his anger out on anyone.

The pain of a broken bone, and being unable to stand up for nearly 20 years, these things happened to me, and even my own brothers would not say that I could not vent my anger, let alone my seniors.