Fairies Are Fierce

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 slightly famous monks 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 clean as before, the grand occasion of 'Wan Zong Lai Chao' still makes the disciples in the valley feel honored, no matter how you say it, the head of a chicken is better than the tail of a phoenix. The only flaw is that the gods are not kind and it has been raining continuously. Qihuang Valley is not like the rich and powerful Xian family who have a large array to protect their sects. A group of 'Fellow Daoists' are being treated in the rain in the valley, which is a bit undignified. .

Wu Qingwan is the head of the alchemy room. When she was learning the art thirty years ago, she also came from the disciples. Many of the people who came to join in the fun this time were her fellow teachers and sisters. Reunion with old friends inevitably leads to reminiscing about the past, and I haven't been able to take any time off these past few 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. Some people even sit in the open air in the rain.

The aura in Qihuang Valley is naturally not as good as those of those big sects, but it is also a treasure land of geomantic omen that can support thousands of people to practice, and it is much richer than outside the valley; .

Practice is not easy, and the host must have the tolerance of the host. Naturally, Wu Qingwan did not show any dissatisfaction. Occasionally, she would nod her head to 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.

In the practice of cultivation, it is not all judged by combat power, and there are "medical immortals" who do not kill but only save people for a lifetime; but 90% of the monks of the Great Dan Dynasty come from Qihuang Valley, and they are all martial arts. Jingtai, the only way to convince the crowd is to compete in combat power.

Wu Qingwan walked slowly across the side of the square, looking at the young people coming this time 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 knees 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:

"...that cousin of mine is really stupid. How well you learned from Lao Lu, you must come here to learn from him. Look at these embroidered pillows, the sword is not as good as me..."

"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 found 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 of Qihuang Valley were sitting in the front; under the huge portrait facing the gate, standing was a middle-aged man in yellow robe, holding three sticks of incense, 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.

Fuqishan's sect was founded only later than Qihuang Valley, and it is considered a practicing sect with a long history in Dadan. However, his patriarch was born as an Independent Cultivator outside the pass, and his skills were inherited from sects other than the Nine Sects, so he has not been valued by the court and monks; Fushi Mountain is only a hill with a lot of spiritual energy, and it is difficult to provide too many disciples. The number of people remains at around 600 all year round.

Although there are few people and few resources, the current master Cheng Jiujiang is also considered a formidable figure. He is younger than Master Qihuanggu at the age of Jiazi, but his cultivation level has entered the fourth level of Linggu, and he is the second strongest person in the entire Great Alchemy. .

The aura of the Great Dan Dynasty is thin, even in the Qihuang Valley, the monks in the mid-stage of the Spirit Valley practice at a slow speed. Generally, those in the Entering Spirit Valley have gone outside. I will stay in a corner for safety.

Originally, with Cheng Jiujiang's age and cultivation base, he should go outside and continue to climb up, but Cheng Jiujiang is similar to the national teacher Yue Pingyang, and his ambition is different from that of ordinary monks.

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

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 not mixed, he ran back to Fuji Mountain to become the leader. What he wanted most was to replace Yue Pingyang's position and become the leader. A national teacher.

No matter what Cheng Jiujiang's ambition is, he has become the number one person in the Great Dan Dynasty. Wu Qingwan was aware of this reality. When she saw Cheng Jiujiang, 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 fragrant."

Cheng Jiujiang's face was warm and he looked like an ordinary member of staff. He came to sit on the 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, Jingtaitai gave three places because Qihuang Valley is in charge of Great Dan, so that I can avoid war with Jiazi. Jingtaitai treats everyone equally, and it's because Jingtaitai has a broad mind. Fujishan has benefited from it, and Master Cheng can't forget to take advantage of it." Whose light.”

"Hey. I help King Lie guard the border in Fuji Mountain, 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. 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 requires outsiders to help with such a trivial 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 took charge of our court, he has made countless contributions 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... …”

"snort……"

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

Wu Qingwan could see that Cheng Jiujiang was using words to test and even provoke; but the senior brothers had no choice but to maintain their momentum and act as if they did not 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 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.

It's a pity that Ling Quan can't refine True Qi yet. Even if he finds the reason, it will take ten or twenty years to become a useful person. Otherwise, maybe there will be a turn for the better...

(End of chapter)