Fu Yang was silent for a while, and finally said straight to the point: "Huang Xuanzi, last time we met, you said that the Chisong Huang Daxian lineage chose the true inheritor of Taoism through the inheritance of the Great Generation. And I am another five-color spiritual power owner after your grandfather Liang Ren'an."

Liang Shiqi nodded: "That's right."

Fu Yang said again: "Last time you said I was too weak. When the time is ripe, I will give me some identity as the Wong Tai Sin Temple. Today, I'm here."

He didn't want to cover up anything either.

This matter was originally mentioned by Huang Xuanzi himself.

As he gradually penetrated into the supernatural world and as the conflict with the Ten Thousand Gods intensified, Fu Yang also understood one thing more and more - he needed a force of his own!

It is not an organization he depends on, but a force that is truly used by him and can obey instructions.

And the fastest way is the power of Wong Tai Sin Temple!

Seeing that Fu Yang was not concealed, Huang Xuanzi Liang Shiqi sighed at his frankness and was also helpless. He smiled bitterly and looked at Fu Yang: "Uncle Master... I have considered you with the most genius possibilities. But I still didn't expect that you can actually improve your cultivation level to this level in less than a year."

Seeing that the old Taoist priest did not seem to answer Fu Yang's question directly, Ah Huang immediately felt a little unhappy when he was perfunctory.

He took a step forward and looked at Liang Shiqi and said, "Old Taoist priest, you shouldn't want to repent, right? A Taoist practitioner cannot go back on his word."

Liang Shiqi ignored him and just looked at Fu Yang, and his tone was plain: "Uncle Master. If I say I regret it, I am unwilling to hand over the actual power of the Wong Tai Sin Temple to you. What do you think?"

Fu Yang also seemed very calm.

He also stared at him with a clear and calm gaze: "What else can it be done? Naturally, he turned around and left. Although I, Fu Yang, hoped that my subordinates would have some power that could be called, they were not that ambitious and nonsense person. The relationship with Chisong is fate, why bother to force it? What's more..."

Fu Yang paused for a moment.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes pierced Liang Shiqi's heart, and he said softly: "I also know that Chi Songzi Huang Chuping, a thousand years ago, did not leave any force or half of his believers! Now he is famous in the South China area, with a large number of believers, and the situation with the Mo family, the group, and the four-part supernatural world of Luofu Mountain was completely fought by three generations of your Liang family. If you were not willing, how could I, Fu Yang, take so many with just a so-called big generation inheritance?"

Liang Shiqi, whose hair and beard were white, was stunned, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He didn't expect that the young "cheap uncle" in front of him could see through his thoughts so directly. He also implicitly showed that he could understand.

Such a smart and strategic person is indeed a young hero!

well……

Liang Shiqi sighed deeply.

"Uncle Master is right, I am indeed unwilling to accept it... After all, relying on the inheritance of a large generation and the name of the Wong Tai Sin Taoist Tradition, I took away everything that the three generations of my Liang family worked hard on."

He no longer hides it.

Ah Huang was stunned and his face suddenly became bad. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to start to swear. But Fu Yang pressed his shoulders and shook his head at him.

In fact, Fu Yang had already expected this situation!

The reason is very simple. He had already said it himself just now. A so-called "orthodox title" of Wong Tai Sin replaced the efforts of three generations of the Liang family. Isn't it scientific to think about it?

So Fu Yang smiled and made a suggestion: "Since that's the case, what do you think? Huang Xuanzi, you can test me some things. If you think I, Fu Yang, are qualified to obtain some power in the Wong Tai Sin Temple. Then, what do you think?"

Fu Yang also knew that he could not become a fat man in one bite.

However, the more he performed like this, the more guilt Liang Shiqi felt.

After a long time, he smiled bitterly: "Forget it, it's me who is attached to the appearance. If the uncle of the master can carry forward my Chisong Huang Daxian lineage in the future, what's wrong with the Liang family? However, there are indeed tests."

oh?

"Are you going to fight with you again? Is this literary battle or a martial battle?"

Fu Yang carried his hands on his back and was very confident.

"None of them. This time I don't need to fight with me, but..."

Liang Shiqi said, and his body sitting cross-legged on the cushion seemed to be turned over by an invisible force. He turned his back to Fu Yang, facing the statue of the Red Song Immortal Huang Chuping on the throne behind the Daoguang in the side hall.

Then stretched out your hands, and a glimmer of light from your fingertips, quickly drawing complex Taoist talismans and spells in the air. Then push forward!

Like two white lights flying towards Huang Chuping's statue, hitting its eyebrows.

Hum? What's going on?

Fu Yang and Ah Huang were stunned and looked at each other, and both saw the doubts in each other's eyes. They had no idea what was going on.

Puff puff puff...

A second later, the eyebrows of the statue of Huang Daxian slowly cracked open. A five-colored light emanated from it. At this moment, Fu Yang felt that the five-colored spiritual power that had been silent in the Dantian was about to move.

"Is this...five-colored spiritual power? What is hidden in this statue of Wong Tai Sin?"

Fu Yang widened his eyes, trying to see clearly what was in the cracked eyebrows of Huang Tai Sin's statue.

Whoosh!!!

A long object, wrapped in five-colored spiritual power, flew out from the middle of the statue's eyebrows. Then it stopped suddenly and slung between Fu Yang and Huang Xuanzi.

Slowly, the five-color spiritual power wrapped around the long objects slowly dissipated, revealing the specific shape of the thing wrapped in it.

Fu Yang's pupils suddenly shrank: "This, this is..."

A scabbard!

That's right, what is floating in the air in front of me is a quaint sword-shaped scabbard.

It looks gray and has no characteristics. It is even a bit worn. It should be made of some kind of leather. There are also some weird ancient runes on it, all of which are incomplete and unclear. It is very similar to Taoist talismans and spells, but different - it should be the mark of primitive Taoism before the pre-Qin period.

"Uncle Master, the name of this sword sheath is called the Cangxian Sword Sheath! It is a magic weapon held and used by my Chisong Huang Daxian lineage, the inheritor of the Taoist tradition. I don't know whether the Chisong Ancestor Immortal Master had actually used it a thousand years ago, at least I know... My grandfather Liang Ren'an is its first master! I don't know where it comes from. It should be related to the Chisong Ancestor Immortal Master."

Liang Shiqi's tone was erratic, as if he was trapped in some kind of memory.

call!

Fu Yang took a deep breath and asked him: "So, what do I need to do now? What is the connection with this Tibetan Immortal Sword Sheath?" First update)
Chapter completed!