The fairy is fierce

Chapter 46 Aunt Wu's worries and expectations



As time went by, more and more monks came to Beijing, and the town of Qihuang was crowded with people, and the scene was no less than the temple fair at the end of the year.

Qihuang Valley was also overcrowded. Most of the monks with a little reputation in the Great Dan Dynasty came from Qihuang Valley; returning to the sect to pay homage to the master, it was impossible to stay outside. After the guest rooms were full, some disciples with younger generations had to vacate their rooms and squeeze into the same room with their fellow disciples.

Although it was no longer as quiet as before, the grand occasion of "Ten Thousand Sects Coming to Pay Homage" still made the disciples in the valley feel proud. After all, the head of a chicken is better than the tail of a phoenix. The only flaw was that the weather was not good, and it rained continuously in spring. Qihuang Valley was not like the immortal family with a large formation to protect the sect. A group of "immortals" and "fellow Taoists" were polite in the valley in the rain, which was a little undignified.

Wu Qingwan is the head of the Danqi Room. When she was learning the art thirty years ago, she was also a disciple. Among those who came to join in the fun this time, there are many of her fellow sisters from the same class. When old friends meet again, they can't help but recall the past. I haven't been able to rest these days.

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At noon, Wu Qingwan finally sent away the junior sister who came to visit, and then received a summons from the eldest brother and left the bamboo forest with an oil-paper umbrella.

Although it was raining, many people could still be seen meditating and practicing in the corridors and pavilions in the valley, and some people even sat in the open air in the rain.

The spiritual energy in Qihuang Valley is of course not as good as those of the big sects, but it is also a Feng Shui treasure land that can support thousands of people to practice, and it is much richer than outside the valley; these people couldn't get in in the past, and now they are taking the opportunity to get some spiritual energy.

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

Many seats have been set up in the square in front of the hall. Under the rain, many young cultivators were sparring in the square, and there were also elders who gave instructions.

In the cultivation of the way, the level is not entirely determined by combat power. There are also "medical immortals" who have never killed and only saved people in their lives; but 90% of the cultivators of the Great Dan Dynasty came from the Qihuang Valley. In short, they are all martial arts practitioners. This time, the only way to select outstanding disciples to go to the Jingluo Terrace is to compete in combat power.

Wu Qingwan walked slowly across the side of the square, and along the way, she was also looking at the young people who came this time to see if there was anyone who could match Zuo Lingquan.

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

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

"...My cousin is really stupid. It would be great if he could learn from you, Old Lu, but he had to come here to become your disciple. Look at these useless people. They can't even play swords as well as I do..."

"Ah..."

"Old Lu, why are you sighing? I'm saying that you teach well, don't you understand?"

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...

The cultivators who use swords in the Great Dan Dynasty are basically all from the Qihuang Valley. Wu Qingwan was a little dissatisfied when she heard this. She turned around and found an old man and a young man standing at the edge of the square.

The old man had a sword hanging from his waist and wore a bamboo hat with his hands behind his back; the young man hooked the old man's neck and raised his hand to point and point.

Wu Qingwan looked around casually, but couldn't see anything special and didn't know him, so she ignored him and went straight into the main hall.

There were already quite a few people in the main hall, all of whom were elders from all over the Great Dan Dynasty. The four uncles of Qihuang Valley sat in the front; standing under the huge portrait facing the gate was a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, holding three incense sticks, respectfully offering incense to the portrait.

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

Fuqi Mountain was established only a little later than Qihuang Valley, and it is also a long-standing cultivation sect in Dadan. However, its ancestor was a casual cultivator outside the pass, and the skills were inherited from sects outside the Nine Sects, so it has never been valued by the court and cultivators; Fuqi Mountain is just a small mountain with abundant spiritual energy, which 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 head Cheng Jiujiang is also a powerful figure. He is younger than the uncle of Qihuang Valley at the age of sixty, but his cultivation has entered the fourth level of Linggu, making him the second strongest person in the entire Dadan.

The spiritual energy in the Great Dan Dynasty is thin. Even in the Qihuang Valley, the cultivation of the cultivators in the middle stage of the Spirit Valley is slow. Generally, those who enter the Spirit Valley have gone outside. Only a few cultivators like the head room, who are neither good nor bad, know that there is no hope for the Great Dao, so they stay in a corner to seek stability.

Originally, with Cheng Jiujiang's age and cultivation, he should go out to venture and continue to climb up, but Cheng Jiujiang is similar to the national teacher Yue Pingyang, and his ambitions are different from those of ordinary cultivators.

Yue Pingyang was born in the family of a general in the Great Dan Dynasty. On the day of his cultivation, he thought about "learning literary and martial arts and repaying the emperor's family". He came back to serve the country directly after cultivating to the middle stage of the Spirit Valley.

Cheng Jiujiang "prefers to be a chicken head rather than a phoenix tail". After going out and finding that he could not get along with the miscellaneous sects, he ran back to Fuqi Mountain to be the sect master. What he wanted was to replace Yue Pingyang and become a national teacher.

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

The four head masters of Qihuang Valley looked normal. After Cheng Jiujiang paid his respects to the ancestor of Jingluotai, the head master Yue Heng said:

"Master Cheng, you are not from Jingluotai, so it is probably useless to burn this incense."

Cheng Jiujiang looked warm and looked like an ordinary official. He came to one side of the hall and sat down, smiling and said:

"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 start a war with 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 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 if outsiders have 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……"

The words in the main hall are harmonious, but secretly there are 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 that there would be another person in Qihuang Valley who could stand alone.

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 still can't cultivate his true energy. 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...


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