[Comprehensive martial arts] Cannon fodder woman

Two nights later, a raging fire broke out in Wan'an Temple.

Half an hour ago, Fan Yao sneaked into the temple and distributed the antidote of Shixiang Ruanjin Powder to the six major sects. Those who took the antidote more or less recovered some internal strength.But at this time, the little prince who found their trace suddenly ordered to set fire to the temple. Everyone was unprepared and didn't care too much. In order to survive, they jumped down from the tall building one by one like dumplings, and Zhang Wuji who was guarding below Use the great teleportation of the universe to catch it.

He has picked up many people, from various sects, including Wudang and Emei. Wudang's uncles were the first to jump down out of trust in him, but Song Qingshu was not among them.Uncle Song Yuanqiao was very worried, saying that he was obviously dragging him away, but when he turned around, he disappeared.

In addition, Zhou Zhiruo and Miejue Shitai of the Emei School have not yet appeared.

As time goes by, the fire burns bigger and bigger, and the possibility of the people in the tower surviving gradually decreases. Except for the Wudang and Emei people who are still waiting anxiously, the leaders of the other four major sects retreated with their disciples. Of course, before they left, they also expressed their gratitude to the savior Zhang Wuji.

"Master Zhang saved us regardless of past grievances. If there is something useful in the future, you just have to ask. My Kongtong sect has nothing to say!"

"So am I, Kunlun!"

"The Huashan faction is the same!"

"Amitabha, goodness, goodness, Shaolin has recorded the kindness of the benefactor Zhang this time."

The heads of the four sects came to thank Zhang Wuji one by one. He did not put on a superior posture, but said humbly and kindly:

"You don't need to be too polite. We are both Han people. We should help each other and fight against the imperial court. In the future, we will inevitably discuss important plans with our predecessors. Please don't shirk when the time comes."

"Good talk good talk!"

"Master Zhang is being polite!"

What Zhao Min did this time can be regarded as severely offending this group of "martial arts decent". The crowd will definitely respond positively.

Zhang Wuji sent away the members of the four major sects, and turned to appease Song Yuanqiao:

"Uncle, don't worry about breaking your body. Brother Song has great fortune and destiny, and he will surely turn danger into good fortune."

Even though he said that, he didn't mean to rescue Song Qingshu.

At the same time, on the top floor of Wan'an Temple, where the fire had not yet reached, Miejue Shitai officially passed on the Iron Ring, the head of the house, to Zhou Zhiruo.

"From now on, you will be the fourth generation leader of my Emei Sect."

Zhou Zhiruo knew that her master had made up her mind, so she had no choice but to kowtow to her with tears in her eyes, and respectfully took the token from the head of the sect, she wanted to cry and said:

"Yes, master. Zhiruo...Zhiruo must obey the master's order and carry forward Emei."

"Good boy."

She stroked Zhou Zhiruo's hair, and whispered the secret of Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber. Just as she was about to make her apprentice swear a poisonous oath, she suddenly heard a stumbling footstep coming towards her. He ran and shouted loudly:

"Xiao Man! Are you here? Master, Master, Junior Sister Zhou...Aren't Junior Sister Lu with you?"

The visitor turned out to be Song Qingshu from the Wudang School, Miejue Shitai was taken aback for a moment, seeing the flash of joy on Zhou Zhiruo's face, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and said thoughtfully:

"Boy of the Song family, are you looking for my little Mantuer?"

Song Qingshu's originally fair and handsome face had a few streaks of black gray on it, and he couldn't tell if he was blushing at this moment. He murmured a few times and said falteringly:

"Master, this junior just heard the senior sister of the Emei Sect say that 'Master and Junior Sister are still up there', so I came here, please forgive me for the offense, Junior Sister Lu..."

"Don't worry, Xiaoman hasn't been caught. She's always been smart and she'll be fine." Miejue Shitai seemed very satisfied with Song Qingshu's tense attitude, her cold face softened, and there was even a smile on the corner of her mouth, "I'm going to die all my life Frankly speaking, only the two lovers can't worry about it," she said while looking at Zhou Zhiruo, who looked sad, and said in a relieved tone, "Zhiruo will take up the responsibility of Emei in the future, so she has a place to live, but Xiaoman is still wandering and helpless. .She is an orphan and has no parents' orders. As the saying goes, "One day is a teacher, and a lifetime is a father." As a master, I will be her master for once today."

Song Qingshu listened to her in silence, his heart pounding, and he held his breath unconsciously; Zhou Zhiruo also opened his eyes wide, staring at her in a daze.While the two held their breaths, Miejue Shitai said earnestly:

"Since you value Xiao Man so much, and you are a young talent in Wudang, and you will surely accomplish a lot in the future, I will entrust my disciple to you. Are you willing to take care of her for the rest of your life?"

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Thick smoke was billowing, and the flames were soaring into the sky. The three figures of Miejue Shitai finally appeared in the field of vision, and the anxious Wudang and Emei people shouted loudly:

"Master!"

"Blue Book!"

"Zhiruo!"

"Great, they're all right!"

Zhang Wuji sank into his dantian, and raised his voice to the three of them:

"Master! Miss Zhou! Brother Song! Please jump down one by one!"

Seeing that his son was safe and sound, Song Yuanqiao also said excitedly:

"Qingshu, don't be afraid! Listen to your brother Wuji!"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu looked at Miejue Shitai and Zhou Zhiruo beside him, only to see that the corners of the latter's eyes were reddish, with a dazed and helpless expression, while the former nodded towards him with a sullen face.

He took a deep breath, clenched the "token" handed to him by Miejue Shitai in his sleeve, as if he had gained endless courage, and shouted back loudly:

"Yes! Father... the child is coming down now!"

After he finished speaking, he jumped down, Zhang Wuji rushed forward to catch him safely.

"Are you ok?"

There was a touch of concern in his tone, Song Qingshu nodded in shock, thanked him, and was picked up by Song Yuanqiao who was stroking his chest in fear.

After Song Qingshu landed safely, Miejue Shitai and Zhou Zhiruo were the only ones left on the tall building. Everyone in Emei was urging them to jump down as soon as possible. Miejue Shitai held Zhou Zhiruo's forearm tightly with her hands like iron tongs, staring at her eyes and sternly road:

"Zhiruo! Remember what you promised to be the teacher, and your senior sister, if she doesn't want to betray the teacher and the religion, she must fulfill the master's last wish! If you two disobey the master's order, the master will not rest in peace even if he dies!"

"Master...!" Zhou Zhiruo had tears in her eyes, and shook her head repeatedly with sobs. Miejue Shi was too impatient to listen to her nonsense, so she jumped down with her arms in her arms.

Zhang Wuji at the bottom made his preparations, and when he was about to perform the Great Teleportation to catch the two of them, Miejue Shitai suddenly turned around and slapped him.He didn't notice it for a while, and his movements stopped for a moment, and it was too late when he thought of coming to rescue him.

Everyone watched helplessly as Miejue Shitai fell on his back with Zhou Zhiruo in his arms, hitting the ground straight.

"Master!!"

"Master!!"

A large group of people surrounded them in exclamation. Zhou Zhiruo, who was being protected by Miejue Shitai, was safe and sound, not a single hair was hurt, but she herself was completely damaged. It can't be done.

No one thought that such a thing would happen, not to mention Emei, even the faces of everyone in Wudang were full of shock and grief.

"Master, why are you bothering?" Mo Shenggu said heartbroken.

Miejue Shitai shook her head, smiled bleakly, and couldn't help but slipped off Zhou Zhiruo's hand.When she was dying, she seemed to want to say something more, but she opened her mouth, but a stream of blood gushed out of her throat in vain. In the end, she only took a hard look at Zhou Zhiruo, then she tilted her head to one side, and her whole body was lifeless.

"Master, Master!"

Zhou Zhiruo was shocked all over, her expression was in a trance mixed with sadness, she held back the grief and picked up Miejue Shitai's body, facing the crowd, she paused for a while before speaking:

"Today... the revered master passed away here, and the little girl Zhou Zhiruo will succeed the fourth generation head of the sect. All heroes from all walks of life are welcome to know. Let's bid farewell and see you later!"

She staggered and left with Miejue Shitai in her arms, and the rest of the Emei disciples followed quickly. The group of people drifted away in the light of the fire, with determination and sadness revealed in their backs.

Song Qingshu looked at her leaving figure silently, his body was cold, but his heart was burning.

The autumn wind blows off the yellowish leaves, and there are bursts of coolness outside Wan'an Temple. The rain finally fell tonight.

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When Lu Xiaoman set foot on this land, it was at night, she was in the outskirts of the capital city, and the heavy rain caught off guard instantly soaked most of her, she shook her clothes, didn't take the umbrella at all, and looked for someone's direction Then he walked slowly towards that side.

Not far away, there was a faint fire and an indistinct voice, and it was only when they got closer that they discovered that it was the Emei people who cremated the body of the exterminated master here.

She stood in the dark and watched quietly for a while, not in a hurry to get out.

The atmosphere over there was more tense than sorrowful. The master passed away not long ago, and his bones were not cold yet, so some people couldn't help but jumped out to fight for the position of master:

"Zhou Zhiruo! Who allowed you to say that in front of outsiders just now? What qualifications do you have to succeed the head of this faction?! Hand over the iron ring of the head!"

Ding Minjun was the first to attack, Jingxuanbei Jingyi and others immediately cast disapproving glances, but said nothing, only Jingxu stood by Zhou Zhiruo's side:

"Junior Sister Ding, be careful! This position of sect master was passed on to Junior Sister Zhou by Master. Are you going to disobey Master's orders?!"

"Hmph, of course I dare not disobey Master's will, but what if Master is deceived by her? After all, none of us know what happened during the time before her death." Ding Minjun stared fiercely at Zhou Zhiruo said with a sneer, "All the teachers and sisters are here to judge, do you think it is appropriate to hand over Emei to a young girl like Zhou Zhiruo?"

Many people began to whisper, Miejue Shitai left too suddenly, without leaving a single word in front of everyone, and Zhou Zhiruo was allowed to take over the head just because of her dying glance, it was indeed unconvincing, so immediately Someone echoed:

"Senior Sister Ding is right, this matter is too hasty... I don't mean anything else, but there are indeed more suitable candidates than Junior Sister Zhou among the other senior sisters."

"Master gave the Iron Ring of Sect Leader to Junior Sister Zhou because there was only Junior Sister Zhou around at that time. If everyone was there, maybe..."

"That's right, you don't forget that there is Senior Sister Lu, right?"

Hearing someone mention Lu Xiaoman, Jingxu also hesitated. Everyone has selfishness. Compared with Zhou Zhiruo, she is of course more inclined to Lu Xiaoman who saved her life. It's hard to guarantee that she doesn't want to fight for the position.

"That's not sure...Junior Sister Lu..."

Ding Minjun was not forcing the palace at this time to make wedding dresses for others, her complexion changed slightly, and she immediately interrupted loudly:

"That's right! In terms of martial arts and qualifications, Zhou Zhiruo is not the best among us. Maybe the master just entrusted her with the sect leader's token for safekeeping, and the real successor is someone else!"

"Senior Sister Ding! I, Zhou Zhiruo, swear to God that I have never tampered with Master's last words. Don't spread rumors to cause trouble!"

It may be that the death of Miejue Shitai stimulated her too much today. Zhou Zhiruo's eloquence would not be so bad in normal times.

Seeing that they seemed to be wrangling in the rain for a while, Lu Xiaoman became a little impatient, and just about to show up, he heard a few hoarse coughs from the darkness, followed by a young woman's voice:

"Are there people from the Emei sect in front?"

Everyone in Emei looked at each other, but Zhou Zhiruo stepped forward at the critical moment:

"Zhou Zhiruo, the head of Emei, is here, dare to ask senior who is...?"

"Ahem..." Accompanied by the sound of coughing, the two figures slowly approached, and one of them, the old woman on crutches, asked leisurely, "When did the Emei Sect get a new head? Where is your master Miejue Shitai?"

Although she is covered with silver hair, has a tall figure, and coughs frequently, she looks like she is sick and bone-ridden, but no one dares to underestimate her, because she is the notorious "Golden Flower Granny" in the world for a long time.

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