Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 371 Diversion (First Update)
The Luotian Grand Ceremony is still going on, but for the famous and upright sects participating in it, the outcome seems no longer so important.

After all, the two top people in the circle have chosen to go against these famous and upright people. So what if they finally decide a champion here? Can they compete with these two monsters?

We are not fools and can see how big the gap is. Even if we really win, it is because the other party feels that it is inappropriate to bully the weak and gives in to us.

For a time, disciples from various sects who came to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony, wanderers from the martial arts world who came to watch the ceremony, and some people from small sects and small clans also had some ideas.

The half of the Thunder Magic as the champion prize is indeed tempting, but with the performance of the two monsters before, even if he gets this half of the Thunder Magic, will it really benefit his own sect?

Let’s not talk about anything else, just that Zhang Zhiwei, who was said to be expelled from Longhu Mountain and is no longer a member of Tianshi Mansion, and the other party has now made his position clear, a position that is not very popular with everyone in their circle, and is even opposed to it.

The problem is that Zhang Zhiwei's status has now changed from a disciple of Tianshi Mansion to an opposing position, which means that if the other party wants to deal with their sect in the future so that they can obtain the reward of half of the Thunder Method, they don't need to consider the attitude of Tianshi Mansion at all, and they can't appeal to Tianshi Mansion about this matter.

Because Zhang Zhiwei is no longer a disciple of Tianshi Mansion, he doesn't even need to use Tianshi Mansion's means and can use other reasons to settle accounts with them.

Taking this half of the thunder technique is equivalent to marking Zhang Zhiwei!

For most sects, the originally coveted half-thunder magic reward suddenly became a hot potato, and no one wanted it anymore.

They didn't dare to gamble the survival of their sect on Zhang Zhiwei's character.

It's a Luotian Grand Ceremony. It's not easy to back out, but if you want to become famous you have to consider the consequences. Everyone is stuck here, not knowing whether to leave or not.

The old Taoist priest Zhang who presided over this Luotian Grand Ceremony also understood that he had been tricked by his evil disciple Zhang Zhiwei. It turned out that this guy had such a trick after making his position clear. He was expelled from the sect by himself, but he was still protecting his disciple? !

No matter how angry you are, you still have to do the job at hand.

The Luotian Grand Ceremony cannot end in such an anticlimactic way, otherwise the reputation of the Tianshi Mansion that has been enjoyed for 1,800 years will be ruined.

In the main hall of the Tianshi Mansion, representatives from major Xuanmen sects, led by Old Tianshi Zhang and Zuo Rutong, were making allocations based on the names of disciples who had signed up for the Luotian Grand Ceremony. At the same time, they were also talking about the Battle of Shanghai which had officially started two days ago.

The representatives of the major Xuanmen sects present here all have many channels and connections and know why the National Government chose to fight the Japanese in Songhu. They are also discussing what the final outcome of this battle may be.

"If you ask me, the outcome of this battle will be nothing more than the top, middle, or bottom lot."

The head of the Shuzi Sect from Tianjin spoke first, which also attracted everyone's attention.

"Oh, has Chief Hu figured it out?"

"How dare I? Even if I could predict the outcome of this kind of war, I wouldn't dare to do so. But the way to predict is not something that can only be known by entering the inner scene for divination."

"Then please tell us what the results of the three lots are."

"It's a good sign. Naturally, we rely on our large numbers of soldiers, broad generals, and geographical advantages to win the battle and drive the Japanese into the Huangpu River. After that, we have the final say."

"The winning number means that China and Japan are in a stalemate and the war is prolonged, which leads to the intervention of the British and American powers to mediate and curb the Japanese's evil ambitions. As for the losing number... I think everyone has guessed it, but we have the advantage of location and people, so we won't end up with the losing number."

All the major sects of the Xuanmen sect nodded repeatedly at the words of the leader of the Shuzi sect, even Old Tianshi Zhang. No matter how pessimistic he was about the national government and the bald man, he did not think that this war would end in a total defeat.

The reason why he was sidelined was that he had made a trip outside the Great Wall because of the dragon falling incident. After seeing the suffering of the people outside the Great Wall, he personally went to the government office and met the bald man. He explained the pros and cons to him and wanted to suggest that he should not waste time on internal affairs and suppress bandits, but start to recover the lost territory and gain justice first. However, he was directly driven out and parted on bad terms. He then cursed the other party as a puppet emperor.

Afterwards, he was sidelined by the petty-minded bald man and Zhang Enpu. But no matter how much he scolded them, the Japanese were now at his doorstep. No matter how much of an emperor you were, bald man, you should have known that the only way out was to have a fierce fight with the Japanese and hurt them, with so many lessons in history books, such as the Song Dynasty, the Tumu Fortress, and the Qing Dynasty.

No matter how big the gap in national strength is between the two countries, given our size, we shouldn't end up in a total defeat even if we have to sacrifice our lives, right?
If Wang Yi heard this, he would definitely ask why not? The right time, right place, and right people, we have nothing except a little advantage of location, and that little advantage was given away because of the bald man's micro-manipulation.

The biggest backstabber is the bald guy. How can we get good results?
Although all the masters of the Xuanmen present here know nothing about war, those who can become the leaders of a faction basically know something about management. They all understand that in many cases the position of leader does not require great fighting skills or intelligence. As long as they do not hesitate on major issues, distribute tasks to the people below, and only want the results, you can carry out the rest, and I will not interfere.

If we win, it's because I commanded well. If we lose, it's because my subordinates didn't do their job well. It has nothing to do with me.

Judging from myself, the leaders of the National Government should be like this too. How could they suffer a total defeat?

The idea was correct, the only mistake was that they thought of bald men in the category of humans, and never considered that the leaders of the Kuomintang would be the brightest among the human stars. They came up with all kinds of inhuman operations, which made them unable to perform any tasks.

Lao Zuo did not agree, but noticed that there seemed to be a familiar face missing among the representatives of the major Xuanmen sects and famous masters.

"Master Wang, why are you here today? Where is the old master?"

"Since that day, my father has not been seen. This morning, he left a letter and disappeared. I guess... Alas~"

The head of the Wang family sighed, and the representatives of the major Xuanmen sects were speechless.

"One Quanxing Sect leader is Wu Gensheng, and two future tops, this... this is really going to mess up our circle, and they won't stop until it's ruined."

Thinking of the demeanor of Wang Yi Zhang that day, and the order issued by Wu Gensheng as the leader of Quanxing to all the Quanxing disciples in the world, everyone lost the desire to continue talking about the war. With a bit of an ostrich mentality, they immersed themselves in discussing the list of candidates for the Luotian Dajiao competition.

Zuo Rutong also exchanged a glance with Old Master Zhang without leaving a trace. The two leaders of the Xuanmen sect also understood why the two young men they favored wanted to dismantle the Luotian Grand Ceremony. After all, they were a group of scattered sands. Without some external force, they could not be united.

Unfortunately, they are also in the situation and cannot do anything. They can only be forced to go with the flow.

As for where the old master Wang went, who left after leaving a letter, everyone knew it.

On the other side, outside a small town on the official road more than a hundred miles away from Longhu Mountain, Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei looked at the old master Wang standing in front of them, but they were not surprised.

"Old man, why are you doing this? Why don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, but what you are going to do, the place and method of death you arranged for him, make me not believe in his final fate."

Old Patriarch Wang stared at Wu Man who was sitting there. Be it resentment or obsession, Old Patriarch Wang couldn't let it go. He left Longhu Mountain and followed, just to see Wu Man's final outcome with his own eyes.

He could guess where Wang Yi wanted to take Wu Man, but in the Chinese circle, martyrdom for one's country is always the highest form of death.

If Wu Man died on the Battle of Songhu, no matter how many unscrupulous things he had done before, as long as he died for his country, people all over the world would have a negative impression of him after his death.

But this is not the result that Patriarch Wang wants. Wu Man can die for his country, but his affairs after death cannot be so smooth, otherwise he will be unhappy.

"In that case, please be my witness, old man, and see if I can make him get what he wants in the end."

"it is good!"

Wang Yi also understood the other party's thoughts and could understand them.

After all, if it were him, if the bald guy finally got what he wanted, he would be angry for the rest of his life. If he really got what he wanted for what he did, it would be too unfair to the people he killed.

After getting Wang Yi's permission, Patriarch Wang said nothing more and sat down next to Wu Man, staring at this enemy. Around Patriarch Wang were all the disciples of Quan Xing gathered.

Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei sat at a table each, holding a pen and paper in their hands, with Quanxing disciples lined up in front of them. These were the disciples who came from the surrounding areas as soon as Wu Gensheng issued the order as the leader of Quanxing, and passed it on through Liu Pozi.

They all wanted to emulate the Quanxing disciples who made a big fuss during the Yao Guangxiao period and embarrassed these famous and upright sects.

Wu Gensheng laid out the way for them: either work on their own or find someone to form a team, or find the Guofu, or find Wang Yi or Zhang Zhiwei, or just stay idle.

They chose to find Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei.

The good thing about Quanxing’s disciples is that once they have chosen a path, they will not complain about anything that happens along the way; if you tell them to go east, they will not go west.

What Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei had to do was very simple, which was to write a red and black account for those Quan Xing disciples who chose to find them.

But as it stands, all of them are black accounts. If the things these Quan Xing disciples did were to happen in the peaceful modern times, every one of them would be sentenced to at least ten years in prison or even the death penalty.

Just looking at it in this turbulent time makes it very complicated.

After watching the red and black accounts that he had been busy with for several days being finished, Wang Yi, no matter how mentally prepared he was, could only sum it up in one idiom.

"It is hard to describe in words..."

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"Now you know how hard it is to do propaganda work, right? It was like this when I was here before. You had to interrogate many people, including soldiers, but even if you did, there would always be people who intercede for them. The people who intercede were either soldiers or local people. The situation was so turbulent that everyone's sense of right and wrong, good and evil became blurred. It was not until Mr. Gutian that things were initially corrected and the direction was clarified."

"Isn't it Sanwan?"

"Starting from Sanwan, Gutian will implement it."

"I remember you were not here at that time either. You were still in solitary confinement in the back hills of Longhu Mountain."

"Just because I'm in solitary confinement doesn't mean I don't know."

"Okay, okay, I won't argue with you. Can you take some of the people here with you?"

"That's great. They are all from this area. They are familiar with the road. It will be easy for me to find the comrades who have lost contact. They can also be put to use. As for what happens to them in the end, we will have to wait and see. Anyway, I can only define them as heroes in the end."

"Then I can only define them as heroes, just like the heroes in Water Margin."

"Really? That suits them. Wu Gensheng, I will take your disciples with me first."

"Little Heavenly Master, just do as you please. They will complete the path they have chosen. If they cannot, it is up to you to decide."

On the other side, a lot of Quanxing disciples gathered around Wu Gensheng. These Quanxing disciples did not want to obey Wu Gensheng's order as the leader, nor did they want to die in vain, so they could only gather around Wu Gensheng for warmth. Anyway, Wu Gensheng's order as the leader did not have any mandatory requirements. The only mandatory thing in the entire order was that they must not be traitors. If they were traitors, they could not consider themselves as Quanxing disciples.

But in this kind of thing, as long as no one finds out that he is a traitor, he can still call himself a disciple of Quan Xing.

Wang Yi knew what they were thinking, Zhang Zhiwei understood it, and Wu Gensheng knew it even better, but they could only remain silent on the surface.

With Wu Gensheng's words, Zhang Zhiwei said no more. He packed his luggage, changed into casual clothes, and left with this group of Quan Xing disciples. But before leaving, Zhang Zhiwei seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around and called Wang Yi.

"Hey!"

"how?"

"Nothing more, let's go."

"Walk slowly, don't send."

There was not much communication between the two of them when they parted. Wang Yi just looked at Zhang Zhiwei's back as he left with his men. He closed the red and black account book in his hand and looked at the setting sun, wondering what he was thinking.

"Boss Wang, all that can come has come, are you still not satisfied?"

"There's enough evil already, we still need some good people to mediate. Wu Gensheng, if you don't take these people away, don't blame me for leaving you behind."

"Boss Wang, you really do everything you can to get what you want. You even got me in your sight."

"If you want to die, you have to die with some weight. If the leader of Quanxing dies for the country, it will be hard to say whether Quanxing is an evil heretic or a reputable sect. Don't you think so, Wu Gensheng?"

"Boss Wang, this is a bit too extreme. Let's go. I don't want to join in the fun anymore."

Seeing the eyes of the disciples around him who were eager to make a move after hearing Wang Yi's words, Wu Gensheng felt his scalp tingling.

He himself divided the people in the world into four categories. People like Wang Yi, who were in the fourth category and had both skills and principles, were either geniuses or lunatics. These words further confirmed this statement, making him want to just leave and never want to have anything to do with Wang Yi again in his life.

Without even a word of courtesy, he quickly took his people away.

Wu Gensheng left with another group of Quanxing disciples. Now, only Wang Yi and the old patriarch Wang were left in this place. The rest were all Quanxing disciples, including four famous Quanxing masters: Master Jin Guang, Mrs. Liu Ru Meng, Mr. Huang of the Shenxing Armor Horse, and Wu Man.

Looking at the hundreds of people gathered here, Wang Yi also sneered.

"Everyone, you still have one night to think about it. After tonight, I will take you to your death tomorrow morning. You only have one life, have you thought it through?"

"Boss Wang, can this suicide include yourself?"

"Of course, I'm just a man of great ability, so I might die after you. But it's hard to say, I might die before you, and even die without a complete body~"

"Haha, Boss Wang, we really think you are Quan Xing now. Only those who are Quan Xing can say such crazy things."

"Really? That's right. After all, my master is Ghost Hand Wang Yaozu. He is Quan Xing. As his disciple, I have to be a little bit Quan Xing's madness."

"With what you said, it seems that this trip was not in vain. I can really make a fuss and give those hypocrites a good slap in the face. It's not a loss at all. Even if I die, it's worth the money I paid for."

"Then everyone, please have your last meal here. After tonight, there will be no more good food and wine."

"Okay! Let's eat!"

That night, the tavern was filled with constant shouting and clinking of glasses, all of which were the result of the unrestrained behavior of the Quanxing disciples. Wang Yi sat in the middle, looking at these Quanxing disciples who knew what they were facing, and just drank by himself until late at night, when the tavern was filled with snoring.

The next morning, seeing these people appearing outside the tavern, Wang Yi, who had been sleepless all night, woke up the Quan Xing disciples and spoke loudly.

"Everyone is here, let's go, it's time to make some noise~"

(End of this chapter)