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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Sect Leader

Lu Xianping and others sighed and fell silent when they saw Li Tianmu's face. However, Li Yu did not pay attention to the strangeness of the masters, and then asked, "Dad, what's going on with the master, the master, etc.?" Li Tianmu was stunned for a moment before he replied absent-mindedly: "This... let your uncle Zeng tell me." Zeng Ding felt enlightened and slowly walked to Mu Wushuang and Li Yu: "This starts hundreds of years ago. Jiujian Pavilion was originally co-founded by ten heroes. These ten masters were known as the ten masters at that time, and each had unique skills. However, they were a bit out of time. They had just founded the sect and caught up with the peaceful and prosperous era. The disciples had only one skill but had nowhere to display them except to go to the northwest to fight. At this time, the boss of the ten masters said that so many of our disciples wanted to eat.

It’s impossible not to have a way out. In this way, you nine sects, as the boss, I will raise some money for everyone. The boss of the Ten-Man Heroes was surnamed Long. He established Longjian Villa. After a few years, not only had thousands of acres of fertile land, but also operated silver houses, pawn shops, restaurants, etc. The sect founded by ten brothers back then was also renamed Jiujian Pavilion. In the peaceful and prosperous era, Longjian Villa continuously provided food, grass and money to Jiujian Pavilion; in the chaos of war, Jiujian Pavilion provided powerful force support to Longjian Villa to protect the family business of Longjian Villa. After all, Jiujian Pavilion inherited the chivalrous sense of the Ten-Man Heroes, and Longjian Villa inherited the wisdom and strategy of the Ten-Man Heroes. The head of Jiujian Pavilion and the owner of Longjian Villa were actually a common person. Jiujian Pavilion was called the leader, and Longjian Villa was called the master, that’s it.”

Mu Wushuang and Li Yu nodded thoughtfully. Mu Wushuang glanced at Li Tianmu, whose face was gloomy and the minor frowns, and simply kept silent. After a long time, the group finally walked out of the bustling and crowded street. Mu Wushuang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Looking at the sparse pedestrians on the street and the straight and wide stone road in front of him, his mood suddenly became clear and eye-catching. The vermilion gate on the hillside became clear and eye-catching in the thin fog. The three gold-distilled characters "Nine Sword Pavilion" were faintly visible in the fog, and you could vaguely see the free and easy and elegant words between the lines.

Yang Tiantai looked up at the inscription on the mountain gate, and said proudly: "Wushuang, do you know that the three words 'Nine Sword Pavilion' were written by Lord Jingnanlin from thousands of miles to Lingzhou in order to commend the military achievements of our sect!" Mu Wushuang held the sentence and fell to the sword. Through the three distinctive words, he could vaguely imagine the passion of the seniors of Jiujian Pavilion on the battlefield. Li Tianmu jumped off his horse and stared at the three familiar and unfamiliar golden words. Li Tianmu looked at the closed Zhuhong Mountain Gate with dull eyes. After half a stick of incense, he knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes and kowtowed three times to the mountain gate.

Lu Xianping sighed and said, "Senior Brother, let's go! Someone is waiting for you in front of you." Li Tianmu slowly raised his head, and saw Zhang Xiuwen bringing a short, fat, steep old man to everyone. When Li Tianmu saw this old man, he knelt down and said in a low voice: "Uncle Wang, I'm back..." The old man surnamed Wang walked to Li Tianmu, pulled Li Tianmu up, looked up and looked at him carefully, but said nothing. At this time, Lu Xianping, Yang Tiantai, Liu Manmang and others all leaned over and saluted, "My nephew, paying homage to Wang Zhengge." Wang Zhengge (Wang Lingyi, the name "安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安安�

Although Wang Lingyi was short and fat, the burly Li Tianmu was actually half-dragged by him to the stairs. Wang Zhengge yelled as he walked: "Little bastards, go and tell your master's wife, and you said Little Lizi is back! Go!" Mu Wushuang and Li Yu were shocked by Wang Lingyi, and the eardrums were buzzing. Both of them couldn't help but admire him secretly: This uncle looked inconspicuous, but his internal strength was so deep! Wang Zhengge dragged Li Tianmu through the mountain gate and walked along the winding stone steps to the hall hidden among the mountains.

Mu Wushuang, Li Aman, Su Xiaoyu, Luo Rui and Aunt Li were all shocked by the beautiful scenery inside the Jiujiange Mountain Gate so that they didn't say a word: After passing the mountain gate, there was another cave. The green pines and cypresses and dense mountain flowers and grass were like dark green waves, and like a huge carpet that kept shaking. The rich fragrance of grass and trees covered the stone steps; occasionally, there were scattered birds and apes singing from afar, echoing back and forth between the valleys, endlessly. Wang Ling pulled Li Tianmu to the entrance of the hall, and two rows of young disciples wearing gray Taoist robes were standing respectfully and neatly.

On both sides of the hall corridor, Li Tianmu just raised his head, and two rows of disciples shouted, "Disciple, welcome Mr. Li back to the mountain!" Li Tianmu was at a loss in an instant. At this time, the main entrance of the hall slowly opened with a heavy creaking sound. An old lady with white hair and trembling walking walked out of the hall. When the old lady saw Li Tianmu, her eyes turned red, but she immediately widened, and the crutches in her hand poked heavily to the ground, pointing at Li Tianmu with trembling body and shouting: "Li Tianmu, who was killed by a thousand swords, you! You! You... You... You still know how to come back!"

Li Tianmu knelt down fiercely and said, "Master's wife, Li Zi knows that she is wrong." The old lady walked to Li Tianmu in tears, raised the crutch in her hand and was about to smash it on Li Tianmu's head, but she couldn't take it. A large area was wet in the middle of Li Tianmu's palm, and Wang Lingyi took the opportunity to hold the old lady's arm and took her crutch aside. The old lady slowly picked up Li Tianmu's face and said, "You... don't kneel... Go and see your master, you won't come back,

The old man...he refused to give in!" Li Tianmu was shocked when he heard this: "Master's wife, what did you say?!" Li Tianmu came back to his senses and turned his head to stare at Lu Xianping, Yang Tiantai and Zeng Ding. Lu Xianping bit his lips: "Senior Brother Li, what Master's wife said... are all true..." Li Tianmu suddenly stood up and yelled: "You Lu Xianping! Why didn't you say it earlier! Let Master wait for so long!" Then Li Tianmu rushed into the hall like crazy and came to the compartment behind the hall with a familiarity.

Li Tianmu suddenly stopped when he came to the door of the compartment. His hand was only about a foot away from the carved wooden door, but he had no courage to push the door open. After a while, Li Yu and Zhang Xiuwen helped Mrs. Zheng to the door of the compartment. Li Tianmu immediately lowered his head and silently let him go. Mrs. Zheng gently pushed open the door. Li Tianmu only saw a shriveled and thin hand beside the bed in the house, and he never dared to look at it again. Mrs. Zheng sighed and asked Mu Wushuang to stand at the door waiting, and only took Li Yu into the door and left.

He sat slowly at the head of the bed, and then signaled Li Yu to kneel down. Mu Wushuang stood beside Li Tianmu at the door and watched silently. Mrs. Zheng said softly, "Old man, who are you here? You have another disciple." Zheng Yuanshu, who had not left the bed for a long time, coughed gently, and his shriveled palms were raised for about a century. Mrs. Zheng looked at Zhang Xiuwen and whispered, "Xiao Wen'er, come and help me." Zhang Xiuwen hurriedly walked forward and helped Mrs. Zheng help Zheng raise Zheng Yuanshu.

Li Yu secretly glanced at Zheng Yuanshu who was as thin as withered. Zheng Yuanshu suddenly became radiant when he saw him with a turbid look. Zheng Yuanshu slowly turned his head and looked at the door. Li Tianmu hurriedly hid behind the door and did not dare to show up. Zheng Yuanshu only saw Mu Wushuang and nodded to him. Mu Wushuang walked into the room and knelt side by side with Li Yu in front of Zheng Yuanshu. Zheng Yuanshu nodded with a smile and asked in a low and hoarse voice: "What should you two call me?" Mu Wushuang and Li Yu glanced at each other, and kowtowed at the same time and said: "The disciple Sun Mu Wushuang (Li Yu) has seen the Grand Master!"
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