According to Mu Qingxiao's plan, Wu Yazi was a super master at the grandmaster level. With 70 years of inner force and his guidance, even if his aptitude was poor, his strength would improve by leaps and bounds.
Although he had the system, the system would not guide him in his cultivation. He still had to rely on himself.
Wu Yazi had set up an exquisite chess game, which meant that he wanted to pick a satisfactory young man to be his successor. He believed that Wu Yazi would not reject his handsome grandson-in-law.
Time flew. Mu Qingxiao practiced his Wave-like Subtle Steps as he hurried along. Although his inner force was increasing, he knew that he was still not up to par. After nearly half a month, he finally arrived at Beating Drum Mountain!
After entering Beating Drum Mountain, Mu Qingxiao began to search. However, after searching for a long time, he did not even see a shadow, let alone Wu Yazi. Wu Yazi lived in seclusion here. As an ordinary person, he would not be able to find him even if he searched for a year and a half.
"Being heartless is not like being sentimental. An inch is divided into thousands of strands. Even the ends of the world have their limits. Only lovesickness is endless. Pomegranates in May are like water. Cold rain drenches the flowers. Seeing each other is like not seeing each other. How can love be heartless …"
Mu Qingxiao really could not think of any other way. He could only try to conquer him emotionally. As he walked in the mountains, he used his inner force to read the poem aloud. He had probably searched the entire Beating Drum Mountain.
As Mu Qingxiao expected, when he raised his head, he saw an old man with a head full of white hair standing in front of him. He looked at him with a complicated expression.
This old man should be Wu Yazi's first disciple, Mr. Smart Su Xinghe.
Su Xinghe was the head of the "Deaf and Mute Sect". "Smart" meant that he was deaf and mute. Although he was deaf, his heart was sharp.
However, the so-called "Deaf and Mute Sect" was just a cover-up. Su Xinghe was Ding Chunqiu's senior brother. Both of them were disciples of Wu Yazi of the Xiaoyao Sect.
"Senior, I'm Murong Fu. I'm here to learn from a master on Beating Drum Mountain." Mu Qingxiao bowed politely.
Su Xinghe's eyes flashed with a trace of brilliance. "Nan Murong?"
Mu Qingxiao shook her head bitterly. "It's just a false reputation."
After sizing up Mu Qingxiao, Su Xinghe pondered for a moment. After all, Nan Murong was the most famous newcomer in the martial arts world. He turned around and said, "Hmm, you have a calm personality … My master invites you to come with me."
Su Xinghe turned around and quickly left. Mu Qingxiao's footsteps were light as she used Wave-like Subtle Steps and followed closely behind. Although her own strength was low, she was quite proficient with Wave-like Subtle Steps and was barely able to keep up with Su Xinghe's speed.
Of course, Mu Qingxiao was not that arrogant. He knew that Su Xinghe was waiting for him.
"Eh, Wave-like Subtle Steps. This little kid actually knows our sect's martial arts. However, it's rumored that Nan Murong's strength is profound, but why do I feel that this kid's inner energy is weak?"
Although Su Xinghe did not know how to use it, his eyesight was not bad. Seeing Mu Qingxiao's martial arts, he could not help but be a little surprised. After all, this was a martial art that was not taught to the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect. However, he did not think too much about it and walked towards the depths of Beating Drum Mountain at a leisurely pace.
In the corner of Beating Drum Mountain, there was a small wooden house. Mu Qingxiao was a little shocked. He had searched the entire Beating Drum Mountain twice and still could not find this place.
The light in the house was dim. There were small oil lamps on the left and right sides of the house, so one could barely see the scene inside. An old man was sitting cross-legged in the house. He had a long beard and was in high spirits. He had an elegant demeanor and a jade-like face without a single wrinkle.
"Nan Murong, not bad. Handsome, not arrogant, not hot-tempered, and calm. You are indeed a dragon among men. You have a great reputation," Wu Yazi said in a hoarse voice.
Mu Qingxiao bowed deeply and said, "I am Murong Fu. Greetings to Senior Wu Yazi. Those are just false reputations in Jianghu. I know that my strength is low, so I came to learn from you."
"You are a crafty boy. But where did you get the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect, and where did you find out that I am here?" Wu Yazi's voice was still calm. He was not shocked that Mu Qingxiao knew his identity.
"Senior, I got the two martial arts by chance in the deep valley of Wuliang Mountain. As for the fact that you live in seclusion in Beating Drum Mountain, only I know about it."
Hearing this, Wu Yazi's eyes flashed with a trace of nostalgia. He said, "Well, I don't have much time left. Since you have such an opportunity, why don't I help you? From now on, you are the current leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. I hope the Xiaoyao Sect can continue in your hands!"
Mu Qingxiao was overjoyed. He knelt heavily on the ground and kowtowed three times solemnly. "Master, I will follow your instructions."
Murong Fu sighed in his heart. It was fortunate that he had a handsome face. Otherwise, Wu Yazi might not have accepted him. He knew that Wu Yazi despised Xu Zhu for his plain appearance.
In the following days, Mu Qingxiao spent his time under Wu Yazi's guidance. His Dark North Power and Wave-like Subtle Steps improved by leaps and bounds. In just two weeks, he had entered the ranks of third-rate masters.
It was different to have a master to guide him. If he had practiced alone, he would not have been able to achieve such results.
Wu Yazi looked at Mu Qingxiao and said, "I don't have much time left. Before I leave, I have two things to give you. You abolished all your martial arts in Wuliang Mountain Cave. It saved me a lot of effort."
After saying this, he pulled Mu Qingxiao's arm and placed his palm above Mu Qingxiao's head.
Mu Qingxiao only felt a wave of heat enter his body like an endless river. This situation lasted for half an hour. During this time, Mu Qingxiao could not move at all. The heart-wrenching pain almost made him faint.
"Ding! The host has passed the test and become Wu Yazi's disciple. You have obtained 70 years of his inner strength and cut off the main character's opportunity. Mission successful. Reward: 100 plunder points!"
At this time, Wu Yazi sat there dispiritedly. His previous high spirits had long disappeared. His jade-like face had become incomparably old. He looked like an ordinary old man on the verge of death.
"Even the ends of the world have their limits. There is only endless yearning. I wanted to see her one last time before I left to confirm whether what happened back then was true or not. It seems that I won't have the chance."
Wu Yazi raised his head and looked at Mu Qingxiao with his turbid eyes. He sighed and said, "Fu 'er, I have passed on all my inner strength to you. Now you can be considered a grandmaster. However, it will take more time to fully control your inner strength. In the future, I will entrust the Xiaoyao Sect to you. Don't let me down."
Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao felt sad. Although he had not spent much time with Wu Yazi, a master for a day was a father for life. Moreover, Wu Yazi had treated him really well.
Wu Yazi slowly put the jade ring on Mu Qingxiao's finger. "This is the Xiaoyao Ring of the Xiaoyao Sect. You are now the sect leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. If you have the chance, help me get rid of the Old Monster of the Constellation, Ding Chunqiu. This will also fulfill one of my wishes."
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