Heavenly Martial Arts - 383. Chapter 379

After chatting about Han Chuji, Meng Wujiao solemnly said: “Are you ready for a while, the head teacher may want to see you recently.”

“See me, why?” He Heng was a little surprised.

Meng Wujiu sneered coldly, and then said: “Naturally, Han Chuji is dead, and there is no other choice for you to take the lead.”

He Heng looked at him for a moment, pondered for a moment, and then said, “That’s it… I don’t know what Gui Lao has instructed?”

Meng Wujiu said solemnly: “His old man said that you are the best among the disciples of my current generation. In the future, you will be in charge of the orthodoxy, inheritance will continue, and everything can be decided by yourself. As long as you don’t forget, you are me. The true disciple of Zhenwu, the future master, and everything else is up to you! As for the sect, the Han family is not a good thing, but as one of the two turtles and snakes, even if he is unwilling, he will put the overall situation first. You don’t need to worry.”

Having said this, he paused, and then said, “From now on, you don’t have to call me a master. Brother, I’m sure he will accept you as a disciple this time.”

“A day as a teacher, and a lifelong as a teacher. Even if I am the head teacher in the future, I can’t respect you as my teacher!” He Henglian said “Don’t dare,” his eyes rarely sincere.

Although Meng Wujiu did not take him as a disciple with any good intentions, he has always been devoted to him and cultivated many times. Even if there is no emotion, the causal connection exists, and the bond between master and disciple is actually hard to tell.

After taking a deep look at him, Meng Wujiu turned around with his hand and said indifferently: “You can do whatever you want, and tidy up by yourself. Presumably your uncle canopy will come here soon, and he will take it with you. You go to the head teacher.”

After speaking, he left straight away, his figure was a little bleak.

Seeing his leaving back, He Hengwei sighed, but there was some feeling in his eyes.

I don’t know who can tell the origin and death of the cause?

“Unexpectedly, I would actually be’sentimental’. As expected, I still can’t practice at home, so I might as well continue to retreat… Anyway, I don’t have anything to clean up. Waiting is a waste of time.” With that, he went directly into the cave and did it once. Sitting at a shallow level.

Three days later, a familiar aura appeared outside his cave, the canopy of the head of the Zhenwu Jiuchen elders.

He Heng woke up from sitting in a trap, tidyed up his clothes, walked straight out, and said, “Uncle Tianpeng, the disciple has been waiting for a long time.”

Without concealing his aura at all, Tianpeng saw his cultivation realm at a glance, took a deep breath, and said with a wry smile: “Senior nephew, you are really talented. The old guy is ashamed.”

He Heng modestly said: “Uncle Shimiao praised him. Compared with the uncles and uncles, the disciples are still much worse off, and I hope you will continue to support you in the future.”

The canopy smiled with satisfaction and nodded: “Where the teacher nephew speaks, they are all in the same school. As long as they can do anything, Master will not refuse. Okay, I am here to pick you up under the command of the head teacher. Meet him at Yujing Palace.”

He Heng nodded silently, and said, “Since it is the order of the head teacher, the disciple dare not let him wait for a long time. I’m bothering Uncle.”

“You’re welcome, Master Nephew, please come with me.” Tianpeng smiled and took He Heng to fly to the depths of the Taihe Cave, through the layers of restrictions and magic circles, and soon came to a void. There is a towering palace standing above the clouds. The three characters “Yujing Palace” are written on the tall plaque, which is simple and magnificent.

The two went to the gate of the palace one after the other, and the canopy stopped and said: “The master teaches him that if he only sees you this time, I will take a step first. You can go in by yourself.”

He Heng smiled and nodded at him: “Uncle, go slowly.”

The canopy also smiled at him and motioned for him to go in.

He Heng walked slowly to the door of the palace, only to hear a bang, the door opened automatically, and a misty and majestic voice sounded in his ears.

“You, come on!”

Taking a deep breath, with a hint of curiosity, He Heng walked into the open door, and his body reached a tall hall in an instant.

This hall is very empty, with a radius of several hundred meters, and it is made of an unknown material, without any beams and pillars, and it is naturally separated from the top and the bottom.

This huge place was empty and very monotonous. He followed his gaze to the deepest place, and finally saw something different.

In front of the deepest wall, there was a platform with an ancient word “dao” carved on it, and a chair made of bronze was placed there.

Below, there are dozens of futons, two of which stand out, one on the left and one on the right, embroidered with turtles and snakes.

The other nine are arranged in four rows. The first nine are embroidered with stars and dark purple, which is also different from the others.

“It seems that this should be the two elders of the turtles and snakes and the elders of Jiuchen, and the others should be the ordinary elders.” After He Heng looked at it, he said in a deep voice, and then walked forward slowly and came to the two. Among the futon embroidered with turtles and snakes, stands proudly.

At this time, there was a wave of void fluctuations, and a figure suddenly appeared on the top platform.

The black and white light covers the whole body, and it is difficult to conceal his upright posture. His pitch-black pupils are extremely deep, and his hands are unusually slender, but they are perfect for the mastery sword at the waist.

The angular face is full of gentleness and majesty, and the two temperaments that should be contradictory do not conflict at all on his body. The handsome face reveals heroism, and his firm eyes contain stability.

This is the Zhenwu school of the six schools of Xuanmen, the contemporary master of the real world, the well-known Dongzhen realm powerhouse—Ling Changzhen!

He raised his head and glanced at him, He Heng then bowed his head and said in awe-inspiring manner: “The disciple He Heng has seen the head teacher.”

Looking down at the most outstanding disciple in front of the school, Ling Changzhen’s complexion did not change at all. He sat directly on the chair he was familiar with, and said: “Don’t be polite, just sit down and talk! ”

As he said, he gently waved his right hand hidden in the sleeves of his large sleeve, and a black and white futon appeared on the spot where He Heng was standing.

“Created in the void, a futon was created in an instant, so profound cultivation…” He Heng exclaimed in his heart. From his eyes, it is natural to see that this futon is not prepared in advance, but is always ready to be used at will. A piece of infuriating spirit is no different from a real futon.

The cultivation base represented by this moved him.

It should be noted that the futon is woven with silk threads, and the degree of precision is by no means comparable to metals or stones. And Ling Changzhen just used the most subtle qi, and then directly split it into hundreds of millions of silks, made silk threads, and interlaced them into futons. This kind of control is simply the culmination.

With an awe-inspiring heart, He Heng bowed to Ling Changzhen above, sat down on the futon, and then looked up at him.