Chapter 48: Rebuilding the Xiaoyao Sect

"Rebuild the Xiaoyao Sect~"

Zhang Jie pondered for a while and said:

"Let Muhua recall the other Hangu Seven Friends.

It just so happens that Master's tomb also needs A'San's help."

Feng A'San, titled the Skilled Craftsman, joined the sect with his own skills, proficient in civil engineering, and able to break mechanisms.

Since Wuyazi had passed everything on to Zhang Jie,

then Zhang Jie naturally wanted to handle his funeral affairs magnificently.

As for the possibility that this might let Ding Chunqiu know that Wuyazi was not dead before and come to make trouble?

Zhang Jie said it didn't matter: Ding Chunqiu was already on his must-kill list,

if Ding Chunqiu could leave the Starry Sea and come to the Central Plains,

then Zhang Jie didn't mind sending him on his way a few years earlier than in the original work, using his head to sacrifice to Wuyazi.

"Obey the sect leader's decree."

Xue Muhua received the order excitedly.

"Good, good."

Feeling the confidence in Zhang Jie's words, Su Xinghe stroked his beard and smiled.

However, thinking of the Hangu Eight Friends, Zhang Jie felt a bit strange in his heart.

Su Xinghe's disciples are collectively known as the "Hangu Eight Friends,"

except for the already introduced Divine Physician Xue Muhua and Skilled Craftsman Feng A'San, the other six are:

Kang Guangling (Zither Eccentric)—proficient in zither, pure and stubborn in character.

Fan Bailing (Chess Demon)—good at Go, using a magnetic chessboard as a weapon.

Gou Du (Book Nerd)—obsessed with books, proficient in the Hundred Schools of Thought,

used the "Law of the Benevolent" to stimulate Xuan Tong to realize and pass away.

Wu Lingjun (Painting Madman)—good at painting.

Shi Qinglu (Flower Idiot)—a master of flower cultivation, specializing in flower cultivation, good at using pollen to defeat enemies.

Li Puppet (Opera Fan)—obsessed with opera, sometimes playing Tang Minghuang,

sometimes playing Concubine Mei, character is unyielding, would rather die than surrender.

What do the above eight people have in common?

Their common characteristic is that each has unique skills,

the only drawback is that these unique skills are not martial arts.

Since the founding ancestor Xiaoyaozi,

the Xiaoyao Sect has had a tradition of learning a skill to cultivate sentiment and achieve a complementary effect with martial arts.

And by the time of Wuyazi, his own talent was extraordinary,

martial arts like the Lesser Formless Art and Northern Dark Divine Art couldn't stump him at all.

In his spare time, he dabbled in many miscellaneous arts,

and could be said to be proficient in everything from zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, earth, flowers, and drama.

Su Xinghe commented on him: "My master is learned in heaven and man,

what I have learned is only one ten-thousandth of his."

Under Wuyazi's influence, Su Xinghe became a literary youth.

And under Su Xinghe's influence, the Hangu Eight Friends were even more literary youths.

The miscellaneous arts that were originally used to cultivate sentiment and assist martial arts,

unexpectedly became their main study!

Although under the Xiaoyao Sect's criteria for accepting disciples, the Hangu Eight Friends were all extraordinary in talent,

but with their respective hobbies of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting taking up a lot of energy,

their martial arts were not completely abandoned, but could only be said to be passable.

Take Xue Muhua for example, according to Zhang Jie's judgment, his martial arts were barely second-rate.

And because he was obsessed with medical skills, his combat experience was seriously insufficient,

and he was afraid he couldn't even beat a third-rate expert specializing in combat.

Here I have to mention that man with his own sound system.

Although Qiao Feng, who was just over thirty, had only first-rate internal energy,

with the blessing of his naturally heroic, open-minded, and unconstrained natural god of war talent,

even top experts like Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan could be matched by him.

Returning to the topic, the Hangu Eight Friends who were obsessed with zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting and abandoned martial arts, even if added together,

were not the opponents of Ding Chunqiu, who pursued power and practiced poison arts without hesitation.

Zhang Jie couldn't comment on the behavior of the Hangu Eight Friends.

Criticize them for abandoning martial arts because of miscellaneous arts?

If you are not a fish, how do you know the joy of a fish?

For the Hangu Eight Friends, their skills were probably more important than their lives.

But the Jianghu is ultimately respected by the strong.

What is martial arts?

Just one horizontal and one vertical!

The winner stands, the loser lies down, it's just that simple.

No one would think that Qiao Feng could suppress the entire Beggar Sect just by relying on his heroism, right?

Since the Hangu Eight Friends chose their respective skills,

then they had to bear the consequences of abandoning martial arts:

being hunted by Ding Chunqiu, living in fear all day, like ground rats.

"Junior Brother, let's move Master's remains out."

Su Xinghe, who didn't know that Zhang Jie was frantically complaining about his disciples in his heart, suggested.

"Good."

Zhang Jie nodded in agreement.

This secret room was not a place worth remembering for Wuyazi.

For him, this secret room was a prison, a prison that had imprisoned him for decades.

Although Wuyazi didn't say it, he probably didn't want to stay in this prison after he died.

"Master~"

Su Xinghe, still choking, personally picked up Wuyazi's remains and walked slowly out of the secret room.

After walking out of the secret room, the more Zhang Jie looked at this secret room, the more he disliked it.

"It should be that Master's decades of unwillingness and resentment have affected this place."

Zhang Jie guessed.

Heaven and earth can affect people, just like the common saying that poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people.

This is not to say that the people in poor mountains and bad waters are naturally evil,

but that the dangerous environment forces them to become "unruly people."

It's like people living by rivers, lakes, and seas find it hard to imagine people living in deserts,

wilderness, and other places valuing water resources.

In the 21st century, it is said that the people in Northern Shaanxi only take three baths in their lives:

once when they are born, once when they get married, and once when they pass away.

This is not because they don't love cleanliness, but because water is too precious.

And people can also affect the environment.

Not to mention anything else, just the governance of the Yellow River is a concrete manifestation of people changing the environment.

The people living on this land are used to calling the Yellow River the Mother River.

But this mother has never been a kind mother; she often makes some trouble,

such as dike breaches, changing courses, seizing the Huai River to enter the sea, etc.

Every dynasty has regarded the governance of the Yellow River as one of the most important tasks.

The Great Yuan is the best example of the failure to govern the Yellow River.

In a world without magic, personal power is too insignificant compared to heaven and earth,

so it is difficult for individuals to directly affect the environment.

But it is different in a supernatural world, where individuals can be powerful enough to change the environment.

The cultivation system in Holy Ruins has tricks for breaking through with the help of special terrain,

but the most powerful supreme terrain is not directly generated by heaven and earth,

but is generated under the influence of supreme creatures at the Taoist ancestor level.

A prison where people often die will give people a sense of gloom and terror,

Wuyazi is more powerful than all the mortals in a small prison combined,

his decades of resentment and unwillingness have already transformed this secret room.

If ordinary people were to live in it, they would inevitably have nightmares every night, be unable to sleep, and suffer from neurasthenia.

As Zhang Jie's thoughts rolled, his Northern Dark true qi surged.

Xue Muhua, who had left the secret tunnel more than ten meters ahead of Zhang Jie,

and Su Xinghe suddenly felt a big stone pressing on their hearts.

"Bang!"

Zhang Jie's clothes fluttered, and his black hair danced wildly under the effect of the mixed true qi,

and he slapped a weak spot in the secret tunnel.

Hiss, hiss~

The hard rock shattered like bean curd under Zhang Jie's palm print.

"Boom, boom!"

In the dumbfounded eyes of Su Xinghe and Xue Muhua, the secret room collapsed directly.

Dozens of giant rocks weighing hundreds or thousands of catties rolled down from the cliff.

In the rolling dust, the secret room that had imprisoned Wuyazi for decades completely disappeared.

"This, this..."

Xue Muhua was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Such an act of splitting mountains and cracking stones, how could it be done by human power?

Su Xinghe, who temporarily placed Wuyazi's body beside the huge stone platform where the Dragon-Seizing Chess Game was placed,

on the stone stool, also snapped off several of his already sparse gray beard.

"Even when Master was intact, he didn't have such power, right?"

Su Xinghe muttered to himself, looking at the scene that was almost mythical in front of him in disbelief.

"This secret room is the place of sadness for Master,

today let it return to dust and earth with Master."

Zhang Jie, who brushed away the dust in the sky with his sleeves, said lightly.

"Hmm."

Su Xinghe and Xue Muhua nodded mechanically.

Su Xinghe, who couldn't figure it out, could only attribute this scene to,

Wuyazi's internal energy having improved over the years, and Zhang Jie's extraordinary talent.

Xue Muhua, on the other hand, was full of excitement in his heart:

With a sect leader like Zhang Jie who is like a god, why worry that the great revenge will not be taken, why worry that the Xiaoyao Sect will not flourish? ===== CHAPTER 49 =====