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"Master, how was this place built? Doesn't anyone know?" Moji asked curiously, confused about many things.

"This was built during the Anti-Japanese War. There was a military airport in the neighboring county, commanded by the American General Chennault. In order to facilitate the detection of the flight path of enemy aircraft, General Chen secretly built it here. All materials were used by aircraft.

It was flown here, and very few people know about it." The old Taoist spent a lot of effort to explain the origin of this secret room clearly.

"Master, how did you get here?"

The old Taoist was silent for a long time again, and said in a low voice: "Before I came here, your great master wandered here and lived in the Taoist temple in the mountain. I came here to lurk. When the great master knew this, he left without saying goodbye.

Only the head ring of my sect is left."

"As far as I know, your Grand Master has only accepted me and four senior sisters as his apprentices. It is unknown whether he has accepted any more apprentices after leaving here."

As the old man spoke, he picked up a ring-shaped object from the stone table, wiped it with his sleeve, walked to Moji, and said softly: "Jill, kneel down."

Before Moji understood the situation, he was forced by an invisible pressure and his knees couldn't help but bend and kneel down.

After holding Mo Ji's right hand and putting the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, the old Taoist sighed: "The Wu sect of Zhang Family Tai Chi has finally ushered in a new leader, Ji'er, I hope you will continue to carry it forward to benefit the world.

common people.”

Mo Ji was put on the master's ring unknowingly. When he was shocked, the old Taoist turned around and took a book and handed it to his hand, saying: "This is the Xinglin secret skill that only the master can practice in my sect."

"Supplements to the Nei Jing", combined with Tai Chi Qigong, specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases."

All this was indeed too sudden for him.

Central Unification Agent! This word and character that only appeared in books and TV movies is now standing in front of him alive, and his image is incompatible with the traditional description.

The leader of the Wu sect of Zhang Family Tai Chi! This name and character, which can only appear in martial arts novels and movies, suddenly fell on his head. Is it a fairy tale? Or is it a legend?

Seeing his sly eyes, the old Taoist said as if he understood his thoughts: "Jill, you will understand everything later. Now you just need to accept it well."

Seeing that his master was like this, Moji still couldn't accept this headship. The confusion on his face only increased, and he said: "Master, the Grand Master passed the headship to you, why did you pass it on to me?"

The old Taoist stared at Mo Ji for a long time, and said with a sense of loss: "Jier, you are kind-hearted and extremely talented. It is fate that Master can meet you for five or six years in his later years. Master has taught me everything he has learned throughout his life. You just need to

If you practice hard, you will be successful one day. But Master can't see that day."

Moji saw his master showing his unprecedented hurt, and he also felt that something might happen. Today was a bit unusual. At such a time when the mountain was covered with heavy snow, the old Taoist took him to the top of the mountain and opened such a mysterious cave.

It’s just that I don’t want others to see it. Whether Widow Tian knows about it or not is not very important.

Just as Mo Ji wanted to speak, the old Taoist stopped him and said: "Jier, don't say anything, let me explain everything clearly. My only regret is that I couldn't be with my four sisters at the last moment of my life."

See you again, you must fulfill this wish for me and hand these four scrolls to them respectively."

"It has been more than sixty years since we parted ways with your great master. I think he is no longer alive. I have a mortal enemy called the Tang family, who is good at hard skills and poison. In the future, you must be careful when walking in the world."

"As a teacher, I know that my life is over, so telling you the trivial details of my life can be regarded as an explanation of history."

When Moji heard what the old man said, he asked eagerly: "Master, what you said is not true, is it? I think you are in good health. You should be fine for another ten or eight years."

The old Taoist waved his hand with a detached expression and said: "Xiaoji, Master's life is indeed running out. Don't be sad. Master will give you a gift before leaving."

"Master, I don't want your gift, as long as you live well." Moji cried a little and sounded very sad. He has lived with Lao Tao since he was ten years old. In his mind, Lao Tao is his only relative. He has never met him before.

I have experienced things like separation and death, and suddenly I heard that the old man was about to leave. How could I not feel sad and grieved?

"Xiao Ji, don't be willful. Master is already a useless person, so what's the use of keeping a stinky skin?" The old Taoist comforted him and said, "Now you follow my request and sit cross-legged. Keep your Dantian and your Qi smooth.

Follow your muscles and veins, and don't be distracted. My master is going to deliver a hundred years of true energy to you, and you must do your best for the greatness of our sect." After finishing speaking, he also sat cross-legged in front of Moji, with his hands on each other's shoulders.

Following Moji's Ren and Du meridians, true energy began to flow in continuously from these two channels.

Although Mo Ji was very reluctant, once Lao Dao decided something, he could not change it. He had to do what Lao Dao said, otherwise both of them might suffer great internal injuries. Mo Ji only felt two waves of heat coming from Ren.

The two channels, the Meridian and the Du Meridian, entered one's own veins one after the other. I didn't dare to be careless at the moment, and guided the two strands of true energy to move slowly in the veins one after another.

This output is like the Yellow River or the Yangtze River bursting its banks, with majestic momentum and plummeting thousands of miles. Although Lao Dao can control it, due to Lao Dao's strong and vigorous Qi, Mo Ji still feels an unbearable pressure. His body is shaky and his face is pale.

Big beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks, his eyes were blurry, and his eyes seemed to have turned pitch black.

The old Taoist knew as clearly as Ming Jing, it wasn't that he didn't care about Moji's feelings, it was just that the output of Qi took too long. If he took it slowly, it would take at least ten days and a half. He didn't know if he could do it.

After surviving these few days, whether he can accept how much of his own energy depends on Mo Ji's fate. I believe he is a talented and intelligent person, so there shouldn't be too many problems.

I don’t know how long it took, but Moji woke up leisurely. He endured the pain all over his body and struggled to get up. Everything in front of him had changed. The original stone bed, stone table, etc. were all destroyed, and the original stone bed and table were no longer visible.

The stone door was destroyed without a trace, and the entire cave no longer existed.
Chapter completed!