The Counterattack of the Villains

After listening to Li Mu's words, Wu Yazi sighed in admiration: "I see, no wonder you don't look down on Beiming's magical power."

Li Mu said seriously: "That's not the case. The magic of Beiming Divine Art is definitely not inferior to that of Jiuyang Divine Art."

"It's just that when this junior obtained the Beiming Divine Art, the Nine Yang Divine Art was already advanced and it was difficult to modify it."

"As long as the younger generation has obtained the Beiming Divine Skill in the early years, he will definitely choose to disperse the Nine Yang True Qi and practice this skill."

Wu Yazi smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "It's too late to say anything now!"

Li Mu pretended to be curious and asked: "I wonder what the senior's original plan was? Why did you say it was too late?"

Wu Yazi sighed: "My bones are all broken and I am a useless person. All I have left is the strength accumulated from fifty years of hard work."

"Originally, I wanted to find a disciple to pass on this skill to him, so that he could inherit my lineage and avenge me, but now..."

The power accumulated through fifty years of hard work is not the power of fifty years. Some people always think that the magnitude of power is measured in years.

Is practicing ordinary internal strength for fifty years the same thing as practicing Nine Yin Nine Yang and Beiming Magical Skills for fifty years?

Zhang Wuji only practiced Nine Yang Magic for five years and was able to beat Cheng Kun and Xuan Ming, who had been practicing for decades, into dogs.

This incident can fully illustrate that the length of practice is not important, the key is the type of practice.

Li Muning frowned and asked: "Senior, do you want a man to take over the leadership of the sect and inherit the tradition?"

Wu Yazi said helplessly: "This is the rule of our sect. There is a senior sister above me, but the position of head of our sect was passed down to me by my master."

Li Mu pondered for a while and said: "Senior, what do you think of this? My wife has only been practicing the Beiming Divine Art for a long time, and her skills are seriously lacking."

"If the senior is willing to pass on half of his inner strength to his wife, then the junior will heal this injury for the senior."

Wu Yazi said dumbly: "Myself and my disciple Su Xinghe are proficient in medical skills. If we could cure them, how could we end up in this situation now?"

"All the bones in my body were broken, and due to the persecution of another traitor, I was not able to set my bones in time. I missed the best time for treatment. As a result, all the bones in my body were misaligned and closed. There is no possibility of cure."

Li Mu said confidently: "That's because the seniors lack a precious medicine for reconnecting broken bones. To be honest with the seniors, the juniors will refine a precious medicine called Black Jade Breaking Ointment."

"Even old injuries can be healed. However, it's a little more troublesome for seniors to do this. They have to break the dislocated bones first and then use the precious medicine."

"In this way, you only need to endure the pain for a while, and you can hope to recover."

Wu Yazi was greatly moved and asked, "Is there any precedent?"

Li Mu smiled and said: "Of course there is. Someone once had the bones of his legs crushed by strong finger force, and the injury was more difficult than that of his predecessors."

"After being disabled for more than ten years, I was treated with black jade intermittent ointment and finally recovered. Although I can't say that I am as good as before, I am at least feeling better."

"If the senior has any doubts, the junior can heal the senior's legs first. After the senior is sure, he can then teach the skills. After that, the junior can heal the senior's upper body."

Li Mu's last words made Wu Yazi's doubts disappear, and his eyes gradually became fiery.

Who wants to die when you can live well?

In the past, there was no hope at all, so he gave up all his thoughts. His only hope was to find a successor disciple, pass on this skill, avenge himself, and let the Xiaoyao sect have successors.

But now that there is hope of living a normal life, the price is only half of the internal energy.

Exchanging half of your inner strength for a life is already a bloody gain.

After Wu Yazi pondered for a moment, he said to Li Mu with a solemn expression: "Are you willing to let your wife worship me as your teacher?"

Li Mu's eyes lit up and he said happily: "It is my wife's honor to be able to join the disciples of my senior."

Wu Yazi nodded with satisfaction, took a breath, and said, "Xinghe, please come in, Mrs. Li."

The sound passed through several rooms and was clearly transmitted outside the wooden house.

Su Xinghe was slightly surprised when he heard Wu Yazi's voice, but he did not disobey his master's order.

He looked at Ruan Xingzhu and stretched out his hand into the house, saying: "Mrs. Li, please come in."

Ruan Xingzhu bowed to Su Xinghe, entered the wooden house through the hole in the door panel, and quickly came to the innermost room.

"ah……"

When he saw Wu Yazi's situation, Ruan Xingzhu couldn't help but exclaimed.

In order to make things appear more natural and less deliberate, Li Mu did not reveal any inside information to Ruan Xingzhu, so she didn't know anything.

At this time, he suddenly saw Wuyazi's strange situation and was shocked.

"Officer, this senior..." Ruan Xingzhu leaned closer to Li Mu, then calmed down and asked doubtfully.

When outsiders are present, Ruan Xingzhu will not call Li Mu Duanlang to avoid revealing his identity.

But she couldn't call her Li Lang, after all, it was a fake surname, so she just called him official.

Li Mu explained: "Senior was killed by a traitor and all the bones in his body were broken, so he had to do this."

Ruan Xingzhu showed sympathy on his face and said angrily: "How could there be such a cruel disciple?"

Li Mudao: "There are always those ungrateful white-eyed wolves in this world. Senior is unfortunate to meet one. Sister Zhu, I want you to become your teacher, are you willing?"

Ruan Xingzhu's heart moved. Could this be the opportunity Duan Lang mentioned?

But this senior is already a useless person, so what can he teach her?

Although she had doubts in her heart, since this was Li Mu's request, she would not ignore him.

"No matter what decision an official makes, it must be for my own good. I am willing to worship my senior as my teacher."

Wu Yazi was very satisfied with Ruan Xingzhu's appearance, which was unexpected.

Li Mu is so talented and extremely skilled in martial arts, how could he possibly marry an ordinary-looking woman?

When recruiting disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, appearance is the first priority, followed by qualifications.

The young couple Li Mu and Ruan Xingzhu are no different from him and Qiu Shuimei back then. They are both like a couple of gods and immortals.

Moreover, Ruan Xingzhu's obedience to Li Mu also made him quite envious. If Qiu Shui Mei had a good temper like her...

well……

Wu Yazi sighed secretly, looked at Ruan Xingzhu with a more kind look, and asked: "Good boy, what is your name?"

Ruan Xingzhu said respectfully: "Junior Ruan Xingzhu."

Wu Yazi praised: "What a good name. The bad disciple is called Xinghe, and your name is Xingzhu. It seems that you do have a master-disciple relationship with me. Since you are willing to become a disciple, let's do the apprenticeship ceremony!"

Not to mention, even Li Mu didn't notice this problem. In this case, Su Xinghe and Ruan Xingzhu, it seems that Wu Yazi's disciples are all Xingzi disciples.

Ruan Xingzhu did not hesitate, and immediately knelt on the ground and said: "Disciple Ruan Xingzhu, pay homage to Master."

After saying this, he kowtowed to Wu Yazi three times.

Wu Yazi smiled and said, "Kowtow six more times. This is our rule."

Ruan Xingzhu kowtowed nine times as he was told, and then looked at Wu Yazi.

"Good boy, come here."

Ruan Xingzhu stood up and walked to Wu Yazi.

Wu Yazi raised his palms in front of him and said to Ruan Xingzhu: "Good disciple, let's face each other with our master's palms."

Ruan Xingzhu asked in confusion: "Master, what is this?"

Li Mu on the side explained: "Senior wants to pass on his own skills to you. After you and your seniors face each other with your palms, you can use the Beiming Divine Skill silently."

"But you have to pay attention. When your senior asks you to stop, you have to stop exercising."

Ruan Xingzhu understood, thinking that the master knew that he was a useless person and that it was useless to keep his skills, so he might as well pass them on to his apprentice.