Chapter 47 Aunt Wu’s worries and expectations

As time went by, more and more monks entered the capital, and Qihuang Town was crowded with people. The scene was no less than a temple fair at the end of the year.

Qihuang Valley is also overcrowded. Most of the monks with some reputation in the Great Dan Dynasty are from Qihuang Valley. When they return to their master’s door to see their master, it is impossible to live outside. When the guest rooms are full, some junior disciples have to vacate their rooms and join their master.

Brothers share a room.

Although it is no longer as pure as before, the grand occasion of "thousands of sects coming to court" still makes the disciples in the valley feel proud. After all, a chicken head is better than a phoenix tail. The only flaw is that God is not good at it, and

It was raining continuously in the spring, and Qihuang Valley was not like the giants of the Immortal family who had a large formation to protect their sects. Instead, a group of "immortal chiefs" and "fellow Taoists" were being treated politely in the rain, which was a bit undignified.

Wu Qingwan is the headmaster of the alchemy room. When she was studying art thirty years ago, she also came from the disciples. Among the people who came to join in the fun this time, there were many senior sisters in her class. Reunion of old friends was inevitable.

Looking back on the past, I haven't been able to take any time off these days.

At noon, Wu Qingwan finally saw off the junior sister who came to visit. Then she received a summons from her senior brother and left the bamboo forest holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Although it is raining, many people can still be seen meditating and practicing in the corridors and pavilions in the valley, and some people even sit in the open air in the rain.

The spiritual energy in Qihuang Valley is not as good as those of the big sects, but it is also a geomantic treasure land that can support the practice of thousands of people. It is much richer than outside the valley. These people could not enter in the past, so they are taking advantage of the opportunity to soak up the spiritual energy at this time.

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Cultivation is not easy, and the host must have the magnanimity of the host. Naturally, Wu Qingwan did not show any dissatisfaction. Occasionally, she would nod and say hello when she met a senior brother she knew.

Many seats have been set up in the square in front of the temple, and it is crowded with people under the rain. Many young monks are sparring in the square, and there are also elders giving guidance.

There are also some 'medical immortals' who practice a certain discipline and do not judge their ranking based solely on their combat prowess. They do not kill but only save people all their lives. However, 90% of the monks from the Great Dan Dynasty came from Qihuang Valley. They were all martial arts cultivators. This time, we selected outstanding disciples.

The only way to convince the public on Jingtai is to compete in combat power.

Wu Qingwan walked slowly across the side of the square, looking at the young people coming this time along the way to see if any of them could compete with Zuo Lingquan.

It's a pity that after looking around, no one could touch Zuo Lingquan's knee regardless of appearance, figure or demeanor.

Wu Qingwan was still a little proud of this, but before she could be proud for long, she heard some discordant voices:

"...My cousin is really stupid. He is so good at learning from you, Lao Lu, but he has to come here to become a disciple. Look at these embroidered pillows. He is not as good at swordplay as I am..."

"well……"

"Lao Lu, why are you sighing? I am saying that you taught me well, but you don't understand?"

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Basically all the monks who used swords in the Great Dan Dynasty came from Qihuang Valley. When Wu Qingwan heard this, she was a little dissatisfied. She turned around and saw an old man and a young man standing on the edge of the square.

The old man has a sword hanging on his waist and a bamboo hat with his hands behind his back; the young man is holding his neck, raising his hand and pointing.

Wu Qingwan looked around casually, but couldn't see anything special and didn't recognize it, so she ignored it and entered the main hall directly.

There are already many people in the main hall, all elders from all over the Great Dan Dynasty. The four uncles from Qihuang Valley are sitting at the front; under the huge portrait facing the door, standing is a man in yellow.

A middle-aged man in a robe holds three sticks of incense and is respectfully offering incense to the portrait.

When Wu Qingwan saw this person, she narrowed her eyes slightly and recognized that this was Cheng Jiujiang, the head of Fuji Mountain.

The founding date of the Fuqi Mountain sect is only slightly later than that of Qihuang Valley, and it is also considered a practicing sect with a long history in Dadan. However, its ancestor was a casual cultivator from outside Guan, and his techniques were inherited from sects other than the Nine Sects.

, so it has never been valued by the court and monks; Fuji Mountain is just a small mountain with abundant spiritual energy, and it is difficult to provide too many disciples, and the number of people is maintained at about 600 all year round.

Although there are few people and few resources, the current leader Cheng Jiujiang is also considered a powerful figure. He is younger than the master of Qihuang Valley, but his cultivation has reached the fourth level of Linggu, and he is the second strongest person in the entire Great Pill.

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The Spiritual Qi of the Great Dan Dynasty is very thin. Even in Qihuang Valley, the cultivation of the monks in the middle stage of the Spiritual Valley is slow. Generally, those who enter the Spiritual Valley have gone outside. Only a few monks like the leader, who are not good enough or not, know that the road is hopeless.

I will stay in a corner for safety.

Originally, with Cheng Jiujiang's age and cultivation level, he should go out to work outside and continue to climb up the ladder. However, Cheng Jiujiang is similar to the national master Yue Pingyang, and his ambitions are different from ordinary monks.

Yue Pingyang was born in a great alchemy general. On the day he started practicing, he thought of ‘learning martial arts and repaying it to the emperor’s family’. He came back to serve the country directly after practicing in the middle of Linggu.

Cheng Jiujiang, on the other hand, 'would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail'. After wandering around and finding out that the sect's origins were mixed, he ran back to Fuqi Mountain to become the leader. What he wanted most was to replace Yue Pingyang's position and become the leader.

A national preceptor.

No matter what Cheng Jiujiang's ambitions are, he has become the number one person in the Great Dan Dynasty. Wu Qingwan knew this reality, and when she saw Cheng Jiujiang there, her heart skipped a beat, she lowered her head and silently walked to the back and sat down.

The expressions of the four chief masters of Qihuang Valley were normal. After Cheng Jiujiang paid his respects to the ancestor of Jingting Terrace, Master Bo Yueheng said:

"Master Cheng, you are not born in Jingtai, so it is useless to be afraid if you are so popular."

Cheng Jiujiang had a warm face and looked like an ordinary civil servant. He came to sit on one side of the hall and said with a smile:

"Lao Yue is still so funny. Our dynasty and even the surrounding countries have been protected by Jingtai. This time Jingtai has recruited inner sects, and Fuji Mountain has also benefited from it. It is worthy of offering incense."

"This time Jingtai gave three places because Qihuang Valley is in charge of Dadan, so that I can't fight against Jiazi. Jingtai treats everyone equally, it's because Jingtai has a broad mind; Fujishan has benefited from it, and Master Cheng can't forget to take advantage of it.

Whose light."

"Hey. I Fujishan helps King Lie guard the border, and there are quite a few ferocious beasts and horse thieves killed in the wild Gobi. The word "zhanguang" is a bit hurtful."

Cheng Jiujiang said this and looked around:

"By the way, it's been several years since I last said goodbye to the Imperial Preceptor. Why didn't the Imperial Preceptor show up on such a grand occasion?"

When Wu Qingwan heard this, her heart tightened.

The uncle's eyes were dull: "My teacher has been in seclusion for nearly two years. I think he is at the threshold of breaking through the realm. We, the disciples, don't dare to disturb him. If you want to see my teacher, please come here after you come out of seclusion."

Cheng Jiujiang tapped his fingers on the back of the chair, thought for a moment, said nothing more, and then said:

"In recent years, ferocious beasts have appeared frequently in the capital. I wonder if Mr. Yue has found the source? If not, I, Fujishan, have done some research on beast control. Since I'm here, it doesn't hurt to help out."

"Headmaster Cheng is worried too much, and he still needs outsiders to help with such a small matter. Then I, Qihuang Valley, am not worthy of starting a sect. I can just ask my mentor to give you the robe of the national master, Mr. Cheng."

"Alas, Mr. Yue's words are serious. Since the imperial master came to our court, I can't finish the great contributions he has made for three days and three nights. Cheng's qualifications are shallow, how can he dare to compare with him. That's all, let's talk about the quota...

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"snort……"

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The words in the main hall were harmonious, but secretly there were constant conflicts.

Wu Qingwan could see that Cheng Jiujiang was testing and even provoking with his words; but the senior brothers had no choice but to maintain their momentum and pretend not to feel guilty.

But can this pretense last a day or two, or a lifetime?

As long as the master does not recover his cultivation, Qihuang Valley will be occupied by doves sooner or later.

Wu Qingwan believed that she was no match for Cheng Jiujiang. At this time, she could only secretly hope in her heart that someone who could take charge of her own business would appear in Qihuang Valley.

While thinking wildly, the sword in Evergreen Mountain suddenly flashed across Wu Qingwan's mind.

"well……"

Wu Qingwan turned her head and looked at the rain curtain outside the hall, her eyes a little disappointed.
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