He knelt all the way to the door of Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace for more than half an hour. From the beginning to the end, Feng Yi's movements were always meticulous and his attitude was extremely sincere.
The passing of so many old friends had nothing to do with him, but failing to fight side by side with them was already his biggest mistake. Feng Yi really couldn't forgive himself.
"Unworthy disciple Feng Yi, please see the Master."
Feng Yi kowtowed heavily and said in a low voice.
"Child, come in."
From inside came Taoist Master Xuan Ji's gentle voice as always, but it was much different from before.
Feng Yi stood up from the ground, turned around and saluted the disciples.
Nowadays, there is a serious talent gap in Maoshan. The only one left in the generation of Master Xuanji is himself. Those who have established their own schools like Uncle Xuannu are no longer among them.
Most of the talents of Uncle Jiu's generation have also withered away. Those who survived either went into seclusion or established dojos outside, and rarely stayed in the sect;
Even Feng Yi and his generation only have Qingsong to support their appearance. The other brothers and sisters of the same generation are either older or have lower understanding, and have nothing to offer.
Among the next generation, Feng Yi's two disciples, Yang Bufan and Luo Sang, performed quite well. Unfortunately, they did not come back after going down the mountain. As for the other disciples, the senior brother was pretty good, but compared to his master Qingzhu, he was slightly inferior.
a bit.
This is also the reason why Maoshan closed the mountain to hide from the outside world.
To put it bluntly, if an Earth Master comes to cause trouble, Headmaster Xuan Ji will have to take action himself to win. If word spreads, he will be ridiculed by the world.
Of course, the talents of other sects are also withering badly and they are all recuperating.
Therefore, Feng Yi's seniority is considered high among the entire Maoshan sect.
He took the initiative to salute, but other disciples dared not accept it and saluted back one after another.
After doing all this, Feng Yi took a deep breath and stepped into the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace.
Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace is still the same as before. It is the facade of the Maoshan Sect. Even if the enemy comes to kill them, the disciples will not allow them to destroy the hall at all.
It's just that the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace in front of us looks a lot desolate, and it feels like a hero is dying and his ambition is hard to achieve.
What makes Feng Yi even more sad is Headmaster Xuan Ji.
Taoist Master Xuanji was Uncle Jiu's master, and also Feng Yi's personal master. When he first went up the mountain, Taoist Master Xuanji took great care of Feng Yi, and there was a closeness between the two.
Although Taoist Master Xuanji looked decadent at that time, his skin was smooth and shiny, and his beard and hair were thick and lush. He looked to be in his thirties or forties.
But the Taoist priest Xuan Ji in front of him was very old, his beard and hair were all white, his face and hands were covered with wrinkles, and he was weak when he spoke. It looked like he had only a few days left.
What makes Feng Yi most distressed is that Taoist priest Xuan Ji is empty from his knees down, both of his legs are gone.
"Master."
With tears in his eyes, Feng Yihu crawled towards Taoist Xuan Ji on his knees and said, "How did you become like this?"
"Haha, did it scare you?"
Taoist priest Xuan Ji laughed and said in a relaxed tone: "In the war back then, my two calves were caught by ferocious beasts. If I hadn't made a quick decision and broke my legs to escape, I would have been torn in half, and there would be no chance.
see you.
My child, there is no need to feel sad. Compared with my master and senior brother, I am lucky. After all, I have been living for more than twenty years."
"I'm sorry, Master, disciple..."
Feng Yi wanted to say something else, but Taoist priest Xuan Ji shook his head and frowned: "You kid, I saw you were so smart before, why are you so confused today.
We all know that you were imprisoned in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. It's not your fault. Why do you keep taking responsibility for yourself?
Besides, this enemy invasion shocked the whole world. Who would have thought that a small and tiny place could have such ambitions? You have no idea what is happening outside, right?
I saw everything you did just now, and I wanted to persuade you, but seeing how sincere you were, I couldn't bear to dissuade you.
Now there are only you and me here, so stop saying those words of self-blame."
"Yes, Master."
When Feng saw Taoist Xuan Ji's solemn words, he couldn't bear to refute his intention and honestly agreed.
"More than twenty years have passed, and you haven't changed at all. You are still the same as you were when you first came up the mountain, and you are somewhat similar to your mother back then."
Taoist priest Xuan Ji said with a nostalgic look in his eyes: "It was the same with your mother back then. She had lived in the mountains for many years, but she was as innocent and pretty as when we saw her.
Immortality must be caused by the zombie genes in your bones."
Taoist priest Xuan Ji was aware of Feng Yi's deep love for his mother, but Luo Hua was so ruthless that it was destined to be a fruitless unrequited love.
Facing Taoist Master Xuanji, Feng Yi naturally no longer needed to fool him, he nodded and said: "Master is right."
"This is quite good. It means that my Maoshan will not be destroyed tomorrow!"
Taoist priest Xuan Ji sighed with emotion and looked at Feng Dao with gentle eyes: "The only reason why I dragged this broken body to death is to wait for you to come back."
Feng Yi raised his head in shock, somewhat confused.
"My child, I think Qingsong has told you when I came back this time. Our heroes in Maoshan suffered heavy casualties in the war, and now there are not many left. And I have reached such an age. Whether I can see the sun tomorrow is a matter of doubt."
said.
But I can't die. If I die, Maoshan will probably completely decline and it will take many years of silence before it can reappear in front of the world."
Taoist priest Xuan Ji said this and looked at Feng Dao: "But I firmly believe that you are still alive and you will definitely come back.
Now that you are back as expected, this heavy burden on me can finally be lifted off."
When Feng Yi heard this, he had already vaguely guessed what Taoist Master Xuan Ji meant. His face changed drastically and he said: "Master, this is absolutely unacceptable."
"Why not?"
Taoist priest Xuan Ji asked: "In terms of seniority, you are now the master and uncle of most of the disciples; in terms of successors, your two disciples are also the best among all the disciples. Although they are not on the mountain, I believe them."
Like me, we all firmly believe that you are still alive, and they have been looking for your whereabouts; in terms of cultivation..."
"Master, you don't know something."
Feng Yi shook his head and said: "In the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, my body was penetrated by a strange aura and was about to explode to death.
It was Han Ba who took action, breaking my Dantian and releasing my breath, and I was able to survive.
But my Dantian has been broken and my breath is gone. Now I am a useless person. I can no longer perform Maoshan Taoism. How can I lead the disciples, let alone revive Maoshan.
Besides, over the past twenty years, I think Senior Brother Qingsong has worked hard for Maoshan, and now that his strength and cultivation are not weak, I think he is more suitable for the position of head teacher!"
"Qingsong's character has flaws. He used to be too impulsive, but after experiencing so many things, he became extremely conservative.
With such a character, you can only defend the city, but if you want to restore Maoshan's former glory, you will never succeed."
