Stop In The Deep Sea

Wang Xin was very surprised when he heard this.

Want me to be the leader?

Are you kidding me?

"Uncle Ge, I heard from Xiaoyue that Rashomon has grown to more than 300 people. As a new leader, it may be difficult for me to convince the public. Isn't this appropriate?"

Ge Yuanchun laughed loudly, and then said: "What, you don't have confidence in yourself?"

Saying this actually aroused Wang Xin's fighting spirit.

"Don't worry, those three hundred people are not considered members of Rashomon. They are just using this as a way to bring everyone together. To them, it doesn't matter who is the leader."

Hearing this, Wang Xin suddenly realized: "The real Rashomon is now only Li Yanlong and Chen Song."

"That's right." Ge Yuanchun looked at Wang Xin with increasing satisfaction.

Forehead……!

A sect with only two disciples is a bit too shabby, isn't it?

"But, I still feel..."

"I want to recommend you as the leader for two reasons." Ge Yuanchun interrupted Wang Xin before he could refuse.

"First, looking at the ancient warriors in the entire deep sea base, they basically have their own sects and traditions. Among the people I have contacted so far, you are the only one who is a casual cultivator, and you are one of the best in ancient martial arts, and you are qualified to create a sect and take over The position of leader.”

This is true.

Just like Dai Xingyue is a goddess from the Dong and He lineage of the Miao ethnic group, she will naturally not join other sects.

The same goes for Chen Naiyi. Behind him is Yuzhu Palace, which is famous in the ancient martial arts world, and it is impossible to participate in the management of other sects.

When most people first come into contact with ancient martial arts, they will choose to join a powerful Taoism. This way they can not only avoid detours, but also enjoy the benefits brought by the sect.

As for Wang Xin, the background is like a piece of white paper.

Just relying on his own exploration, he has reached the strength of the middle stage of the Flame Realm. No matter in terms of talent or background, he is an excellent candidate to be chosen as a disciple.

"The second reason is my selfishness. On land, I am the head of the Lu'an District of the Tai Chi lineage. I show my face all day long and am already familiar to others. If my enemies know that I am raising a flag in the deep-sea base, they will definitely be punished. Everyone brings disaster.

Moreover, there are a lot of things waiting for me to deal with on the Tai Chi side, and with the addition of Rashomon, I am really a bit overwhelmed. This is why I did not accept those three hundred people as my direct disciples. "

Wang Xin nodded.

He originally didn't want to get involved in the intrigues between the sects. He just wanted to be a low-key casual cultivator, concentrate on cultivation, and occasionally look for opportunities, which would be good.

But in recent days, Wang Xin has gradually changed his mind about venturing into the world alone.

Yuxi showed him the memory fragments yesterday. When he was controlled by the air mass in his body, he had a battle with Xu Meng and Hua Tianfang. From then on, a seed was planted in Wang Xin's heart.

It is really important to have a background to support you.

The fat man was supposed to die, but because of Xu Meng's participation, he saved his life and completely turned the situation around.

Facts have proved that in troubled times, relying on powerful forces is definitely the best option.

There may be a chance of winning if you fight alone, but no matter how high your personal cultivation level is, you can't fight against a group of mimics at the same time.

Ge Yuanchun put away his chair and walked forward to give Wang Xin a reassurance.

"As long as you agree, I won't let you do anything within a year. During this period, you and I will be masters and disciples. I will help you pave the way. When you break through the Liao Realm, I will take over as the leader." job."

Having said this, Wang Xinzhuo really had no reason to refuse.

If you refuse again, it would be a bit disrespectful.

Suddenly, Wang Xin took a step back and said half-jokingly: "Uncle Ge, you are so good to me, are you greedy for my body and want to take it away?"

Having been immersed in the field of online literature for many years, he has read countless novels with similar plots. The most classic one is the game between "Doctor Mo and Han Li", where they train apprentices and then take over.

Ge Yuanchun was stunned. He never expected that Wang Xin would say such a sentence.

This guy’s thinking is a bit offbeat...

"The evil technique of Nascent Soul seizing the body has been lost for thousands of years. If it is still spread in the world, then the Palace of Hell does not need to take pains to study immortality. It would be much easier to just seize the body."

When Wang Xin heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since Uncle Ge trusts me so much, I will promise you. However, I still don't understand one thing."

He frowned and said: "This Rashomon method has no foundation, and my Mahavatar Sutra cannot be learned by others. It may be difficult to carry it forward in the future."

According to Ge Yuanchun's thinking, Rashomon is not a traditional sect, but more like an organization, and the people in it practice different techniques.

Chen Song practices Iron Thread Fist, Li Yanlong practices Praying Mantis Fist, and Wang Xin specializes in hard Qigong. The spiritual method "Mahattan Sutra" was inherited from the ancient Xuyu lineage, and it is impossible to teach it to others.

Ge Yuanchun thought for a while and answered: "The world is changing. No one knows what mimics will develop into in the future. I am also trying.

But what is certain is that there will be a fight between ancient warriors and mimics in the future.

As the saying goes, if you beat the master to death with random punches, maybe it will be such a 'hodgepodge' in the end to prevent the whole army from being annihilated. "

When he said this, Nie Yuanchun's eyes were full of worries about the future.

Wang Xin finally understood his intention.

Before the outcome is determined, you and I are both dark horses.

In this turbulent situation, there is no telling who will have the last laugh.

Thinking of this, Wang Xin was about to bow down and perform the apprenticeship ceremony.

Ge Yuanchun supported him: "It doesn't have to be like this. I have already said that the names of you and me as master and disciple are only for outsiders to see."

"How can that be done?!"

Wang Xin's face was full of stubbornness: "Since you have decided to become a disciple, you must make it official."

Ge Yuanchun couldn't resist him, so he had to give up, pull out the chair again, hold the case with one hand, and sit upright.

Wang Xin poured a cup of tea, knelt down on one knee, raised the tea cup above his head with both hands, and said respectfully:

"Invite the master to tea!"

The ancient martial arts have multiplied to this day and have long given up those useless prosperity tapes. His actions can be regarded as a very respectful etiquette.

Today's tea, handed over, the relationship between the two is no longer that of friends.

But master and apprentice!

Seeing Wang Xin's apprenticeship, Ge Yuanchun fell into memories.

Ten years ago, there was a boy who was as talented and intelligent as Wang Xin and became his disciple.

Same pose, same scene.

It's just that things are unpredictable. The disciple he once loved the most turned out to be a traitor and went on the opposite path with him.

He looked at Wang Xin and thought in his heart: "I hope you won't let me feel cold."

Wang Xin kept lowering his head and didn't notice at all that there was a trace of vicissitudes in Uncle Ge's eyes.

"good!"

Ge Yuanchun agreed loudly, took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.