Chapter 179 New Headmaster To the old sect leader's surprise, in the afternoon and evening of that day, two elite disciples in the sect, Xu Xin and Yang Lie, came to him one after another and asked for a vacation for a while, no longer accepting external missions, and preparing to conquer Dan former was unwilling to stay inside the door, while the latter wanted to enter the Tang family tomb for meditation. Tang Bingwen was suspicious for only a moment, but he immediately let it go. He usually watched the three disciples' enterprising spirit silently. It was just too much of a coincidence that they happened on the same day, which made him feel mixed emotions. One must know that the process of practicing Dan Shi is extremely dangerous. If one is not careful, life would be worse than death. Thinking back to those seniors, brothers and junior brothers in the sect who failed to inherit Dan Shi, Tang Bingwen witnessed the inheritance process of each person with his own eyes. Even some strong men could not bear it in the end and begged him to do it himself, and he could only stand there silently, and apart from showing respect, he did not intervene in any other way. Now that the Tang Clan was badly wounded, and the three most outstanding disciples of the younger generation took the initiative to practice Dan Shi, even Tang Bingwen was hesitant for a moment. It's not that he doesn't believe these kids won't succeed, but there are always unexpected things. If the worst happens and the three elites can't make it, the future of the Tang Sect will be in jeopardy. Different from the skills of other sects, there are only two possibilities when practicing 'Dan Shi': life or death. Even breaking the skill, dispersing the Taoism and becoming useless is impossible. Tang Bingwen pondered and was finally moved by the sincerity of Xu Xin and Yang Lie. He allowed them to practice in seclusion and warned them to be cautious in their practice and not to neglect any details. At this point, the three disciples who had visited at different times left the hall as the old man saw them off. evening.
As dusk fell, Tang Bingwen sat in a chair, his eyes penetrating the hall, looking at the sky outside the door with some fatigue. He secretly made up his mind that he was old and might not have much time left to live. The next sect leader will be chosen from among Dong Chang, Xu Xin and Yang Lie. Anyone who has mastered Dan Shi will be qualified to take his place. The southern capital city where Jishidiang is located. In a photo studio, Duanmu Ying, wearing a white wedding dress, with rosy lips and beautiful features, was sitting dignifiedly on a chair, with her back straight and her eyes fixed on the camera lens in front of her. Behind her was a festive red curtain, and she was holding a bunch of calla lilies with white flowers and green leaves, which, in the country where she studied abroad, represented the loyalty of the bride and groom. Her fiancé, Wang Zizhong, is a thin, reserved man wearing glasses. At this moment, he was still wearing a solemn black suit, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and his joy was evident, as if he had reached the most exciting moment in his life. "Okay, Mr. Wang, relax." "Move closer to your fiancée and look at the camera." With a "click", following the guidance of the photographer, the engaged couple captured the happiest moment forever in front of the camera. Due to the influence of the war, there were many wounded people who needed medical treatment on a daily basis. The parents and teachers of both sides were too busy to spare the time to hold a wedding banquet for the couple. They also consulted a fortune teller to calculate their horoscopes and choose an auspicious day, which was the 29th day of the sixth lunar month. In the small town after the New Year, the cold wind is still biting, damp and cold. One night, Duanmu Ying received a letter. She opened it and saw it was an invitation from Wu Gensheng. She showed no emotion and burned the letter after reading it. The daily busyness made her almost breathless, and she had no time to take care of such insignificant matters. Time flies. By the end of April, the number of patients treated at Jishidiang had decreased a lot. There were still a few months before the wedding, and Duanmu Ying finally had some free time. When she thought of Wu Gensheng's letter, she vaguely remembered the agreed place and time. After a little consideration, she decided to go over and take a look. Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.
Because her father, master, and even her fiancé might stop her after knowing the reason, Duanmu Ying just left a simple letter and left the city in a car on a rainy day without saying goodbye in person. At the same time, some disciples who had a private relationship with Wu Gensheng all used various reasons to evade their master and embarked on their journey, heading to a certain place from all corners of the world. The gambling house that once belonged to Quan Xing and Han Suxiao and was located in a bustling downtown area now has a new owner. In a room on the third floor of a casino surrounded by mist and bustling with people, a frivolous and drunken young man was sitting on a sofa made of golden nanmu wood. His figure under the black clothes was rather thin. He crossed his legs and shook them while happily listening to the singer in front of him singing. He held a few black dice in his hand and threw them casually. After the singers finished their performance, he waved his hand and signaled them to leave. At this time, the three Quanxing Yiren who had been waiting outside the door for a long time walked into the room one after another and knelt down together. The young man grasped the black bone dice, restrained his frivolous attitude, and asked in a serious tone: "How is the matter going?" "Reporting to the head of the sect, we have seen him." "Why didn't you bring your head back?" As if sensing the young man's displeasure, the atmosphere in the wing room became eerily quiet. One of the subordinates was trembling with fear and explained through gritted teeth: "That bastard Wu Gensheng is quite capable. He relied on his former disciples to protect him and escaped together." "Who?" The young man asked casually. Before he took over Quanxing, there were only a group of remnants left. Apart from that, he was not familiar with the other disciples. "Gao Gen, Gu Jiting, Yin Chengfeng, these are all good players in the sect." The subordinate answered tremblingly, afraid of angering the young man. "I also brought your message to you, and his response was that he wanted to quit Quan Xing." "If you are interested in the position of the head, he will fully support you to take the position. As for the other three, they will also withdraw." Hearing this, the young man suddenly found it ridiculous. His gloomy eyes flashed with murderous intent. He said coldly: "It is indeed easy for this stinky bug to leave a mess behind and then run away." "My mentor was implicated and suffered such misfortune." "Master, then do you think you can send the news that the bastard is still alive to the Trinity Clan? That way, it will save you a lot of effort." "Stupid, no future at all." The young man stroked his forehead and cursed with a smile: "If I have the time to rely on the enemy's strength, I might as well do it myself." "Forget it, let him live a little longer." "Understood, Master. Do you have any other instructions?" The few monsters who were not blamed felt relieved at once. It was indeed the methods of the new head that brought them great psychological trauma. "Keep watching. I'll do it when I feel like it." The young man put the remnant of Quan Xing's strength first, and did not have the extra energy to pay attention to the whereabouts of a defeated dog. "it is good." The three demons looked at each other, realizing that their lives were safe, and secretly felt lucky to have escaped disaster.
(End of this chapter)