C33 Liang Ming's Story

"Stop." Before you disperse, please restate your responsibilities for each of us. " Ximen Tianyu said.

"I will gather information and set off on the 22nd of December first." Senior Brother and Liang Ming cupped their hands.

"I'm collecting healing medicine, herbs, etc." Third Senior Brother and Mu Bu cupped their hands.

"I have prepared seven armors and horses." Fourth Senior Brother and Tan Jian cupped their hands.

"I'll prepare weapons, hunting equipment, field equipment, etc for my fellow brothers." Fifth Senior Brother and Yu Peng cupped their hands.

"Alright, besides Liang Ming who set out on the 22nd of the Moon, everyone else will depart on the first day of the first month." Ximen Tianyu announced at last, "After collecting our respective items, we will meet at the Wood House border on the seventh day of the first month. This trip is decided! "

With a wave of his hand, his Master and his fellow disciples left the hall together. Then, Second Senior Brother cleaned up the items on the table. His Master looked at Wang Lih and said after a while:

"The forest environment is dangerous, practice your martial arts properly these few days." Come to see me at any time before we set out. "

With that, his Master turned and left.

Wang Lih looked at the back of his Master and Second Senior Brother leaving and could not help but be speechless.

….

Early night, the sky was clear and starry sky was everywhere.

Wang Lih had practiced boxing for two hours. At this moment, he was sweating profusely and his whole body was tired. He was lying on the grass in the yard, resting while looking at the night sky. The sight of the river of stars and the boundless splendor was enough to make one sigh in admiration.

The pursuit of martial arts was actually limitless. Ren Ziloong was not the number one martial artist either.

He had also left the Black Yi Dynasty, wanting to search for the higher ups, search for the stronger ones.

They were searching for a world that was separated into five continents and ten directions of the world, a world that stretched as far as the eye could see, a world that was vaster, richer, and more wonderful! That was something the Black Yi Dynasty was very far away from, no matter what it was.

Then, what should he pursue now?

Just like what he said in front of his fellow brothers yesterday? For the heroic, for the common people?

However, the world was relatively stable today. Under the control of the Jade Sword, the three powers had already passed through seven years of spring and autumn in peace. Seven years was enough time for the sea to turn into mulberry fields.

Those who hadn't turned the tables on the bandits were, at most, the bandits who had been rampant for a while.

There were no high-ranking officials who plundered the cream. At most, the taxes would be a little heavier.

This was because the Martial Arts Competition, which was held once every ten years, had chosen the largest official position in the empire. This dynasty respected the martial arts as its leader, and practiced martial arts to ascend to the heavens. Everyone practiced martial arts to cultivate the world. The ability to speak up here meant that he had the ability to crush his opponent with his superior strength. As the saying goes, he was capable of fighting. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to make sense of things.

Sabers, spears, sticks, swords were the truth. What they competed in was the size of fists!

To put it more cruelly, it was the law of the jungle!

Thinking back to the time when he, with his weak strength, had just left the mountain, trekking to the Luo County, and all the way until now when he had entered the Youlin Sect. How many times had he encountered something he couldn't do anything about! If it wasn't for Family Head of Luo Family, if it wasn't for Older Brother Qin, if it wasn't for Master... If he waited for the people's help, would he be able to live safely until now?

These people were much stronger than him, so he might have to rely on his own luck.

Now, he should practice martial arts and climb to the top of the mountain that seemed impossible to climb. With so many factors gathered together, if he didn't cultivate properly, wouldn't that mean that he had to live up to the expectations of so many people?

Wang Lih closed his eyes as he thought about it.

"Rustle, rustle …"

At this moment, the sound of grass breaking could be heard.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle ~ ~"

No matter how small the sound was, it couldn't escape Wang Lih's notice! Wang Lih immediately stood up and looked towards the direction the sound came from under the light from the few braziers around them.

"Sixth Junior Brother's audiovisual skills are really sharp."

Senior Brother, Liang Ming, stood not far away with his white robe on. He looked at Wang Lih and cupped his hands with a smile.

"Why are you looking for Sixth Junior Brother so late at night?" Wang Lih also stood up, cupping his hands and smiling, "Don't tell me you want to come and assassinate Junior Brother?" Wang Lih joked as he grabbed the wooden spear on the ground.

"Little Junior Brother, don't worry, put down your weapon." Liang Ming smiled.

"Heh." Wang Lih smiled and put down the wooden spear in his hand.

….

Liang Ming and Wang Lih were walking on a mountain path within Youlin Valley.

There were no longer any scattered lights in the sect, only the starry sky and the bright white light of the moon. The two walked side by side. One was a thirteen year old youth, while the other was a twenty-six year old youth. They told each other some things.

Under the bright white moonlight, the two walked together and seemed to be chatting a lot.

"I really didn't think that Little Junior Brother had been in the Shaolin Temple since he was a child. The Martial Ancestor Realm is indeed different. " Liang Ming sighed.

"Junior is done. Senior is going to tell his story." Wang Lih smiled.

"Senior brother's story?" Liang Ming asked.

"Right." Wang Lih said, "Senior Brother is not only Master's eldest disciple, but also the third generation disciple of the Youlin Sect, Senior Brother. When he first entered the sect, his seniority was the longest, and his strength was probably at the top as well. This little brother would like to hear how Senior Brother has been through these past twenty years, and how you have joined the Youlin Sect. "

Liang Ming slightly squinted his eyes, then smiled. After that, he looked up at the starry sky, "Sigh …" After a long sigh and a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and said, "Senior Martial Brother's stories are not many."

"I'm all ears." Wang Lih laughed.

"I joined the sect at the age of nine, so I am the first third generation disciple. How the sect inherits the second generation disciples to the third generation disciples depends on the master, disciple, or relative to inherit. My father is a second generation disciple of the Youlin Sect, so I, who grew up in the Youlin Sect since young, can become a third generation disciple after joining the Youlin Sect. " Liang Ming said.

"Senior Brother, your father is actually a disciple of the Youlin Sect?!" Wang Lih said in surprise, "This is really an eye-opener for Junior."

"Perhaps you are still not clear about the system of generation after generation within the sect. I will tell you a few more things. Think carefully and you will understand." Liang Ming smiled, "Do you know why Sect Leader is the first generation and why, as Sect Leader's blood brother, second Sect Leader is our master, we are only the third generation disciples?"

"This …" With that said, Wang Lih was puzzled.

He had indeed never thought about this question before, so when he thought about it, it was really hard to figure it out. Why is that?

"The Youlin Sect has been in existence for more than a thousand years, and the system of passing down generations within the sect has even continued from generation to generation until today. Sect Leader was fixed as the first generation, and then the first generation of disciples before Sect Leader ascended the throne. At that time, those with a higher seniority than Sect Leader could be promoted to an Elder. The current Youlin Sect's Sect Leader is Ximen Haoye, and the Youlin Sect's elders number over a hundred. "

"This time, after Sect Leader ascended the throne, our master joined the Youlin Sect. After he did so, he directly became his brother's disciple, and became a second generation disciple! The two were similar in age, but their status was a generation lower. This Junior Brother doesn't know, right? The first of the third generation disciple is me, and the second generation disciple is coincidentally our master. In the future, when he met Big Sect Leader, he could be called Big Sect Leader, or he could be called Master Ancestor. These two nicknames are not against common sense. "

"This …" Wang Lih was surprised.

The system of seniority in the Youlin Sect was very chaotic, but it had to be said that it was very orderly amidst the chaos.

Thinking about it carefully, Wang Lih finally understood.

"A few months later, my father also joined the Youlin Sect. At that time, my father was twenty. Somehow, maybe it's talent or maybe it's strength, my father was fortunate enough to have Sect Leader, who was accepted as a disciple at that time, and is my master's second junior. I was born four years after my father joined the sect, so I grew up in the Youlin Sect. And because of this, my relationship with Master has always been good. When I was nine years old and entered the sect, I could have become a disciple of Master, until now. " Liang Ming explained in detail.

"Why didn't senior enter your father's tutelage?" Wang Lih was confused.

"Sigh …" Liang Ming let out a long sigh, "Because before that, my father was already dead."

"This …" Wang Lih was extremely surprised. He cupped his hands and said respectfully, "I am guilty. I can't believe that I reminded you of your sorrows back then."

Senior Brother smiled in relief and said, "It's alright, it's been a long time. Junior Brother, you don't have to blame yourself. "

Wang Lih nodded, but after thinking about it carefully, he still felt sad.

Senior Brother had lost his father before he was nine and had lost all his Shaolin Temple at the age of thirteen.

"When I was nine, it coincidentally happened to be a Martial Arts Competition. My father had an enmity with someone when he charged into the Martial Meeting, and he was killed before he even returned to the sect! Later on, when I found out the news, I rang the bell and entered the Youlin Sect. " Liang Ming shook his head sadly, "I've always wanted to ask about the news of my enemies. While I was practicing martial arts for the past ten years, I often went out with my master. Apart from imparting to me the skills of the Youlin sect, Master has also taught me many techniques on how to scout and gather intelligence while traveling in the martial arts world. Later on, I even went to find another person who specializes in assassination, concealment, and stealth. A first grade Martial Master in the sect learned it from him for a few years. While I was out, I did my best to find out about the news of my father's murder. "

"Yes." Wang Lih nodded and listened attentively.

"At the age of nineteen, my generation's Youlin went to the Martial Arts Competition, but unfortunately, I failed miserably in the primary selection." Liang Ming said, "But on this trip, I found out the news about my father's murderer! Three months later, I found out where he was, but I was still no match for him. I will always pay attention and train myself as much as I can, so that I can know him for myself! Revenge for the murder of my father! " As he said that, Senior Brother's eyes seemed to burn with resentment and looked extremely sharp.

Wang Lih looked at Senior Brother with murderous intent in his eyes, causing him to feel fear.

Senior Brother's killing intent was heavy.

"This year, I feel that my strength is sufficient. He planned to go out this time, and after helping Little Junior Brother on his journey, he planned to kill his enemy with his blade. " Wu Tie rubbed his fists together, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

When Wang Lih heard the story of Senior Brother's father's death, his persistence in practicing martial arts and his current strength surpassing his former enemy, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration. At this moment, he even wanted to tell Senior Brother that he had been annihilated.

However, Fang Dang's last words in the testamentary edict were filled with caution, and Fang Dang had to restrain himself.

Senior Brother's story was very interesting, but Su Hao had to make up his mind to be even more interesting than Senior Brother.

The enemy who destroyed his own Shaolin Temple was a white-haired, cold-faced, and sharp-looking middle-aged man. Against the strongest in the temple, the one in the sixth level of the [Vajra Scripture], he had overwhelming strength. When he was holding the "White Rod Dargon Scale" in his hand, his final attack could crush Fang Dang's full strength, and he could even shatter a three foot wall with a thrust of his spear. However, it could not be limited to this. Because after this person had put down the long spear, he had only punched out, and razed the entire Shaolin Temple to the ground!

In the future, he would still need to cultivate and become stronger than Miesi White Haired Man!

Then, he would personally stab him to death to avenge the destruction of the temple!