Originally, he was just working in the outer sect. He planned to accumulate the prestige of the world's number one sect in a few years and then return to his hometown to become a leisurely rich man. Who knew that he was actually gifted in making medicine and refining qi, so he was accepted into the inner sect - the ancestor of the three religions. , Buddha Amitayus, I just hope that when they fight in the future, they don’t accidentally hurt good people!
Finally, when the servants had settled the two guest rooms, Fan Xing's family said a few polite words and hurriedly ran away.
When there was no one around, Cai Zhao put away his smile and said sternly to Chang Ning: "I thought of the third article of the three chapters of the agreement. From now on, as long as there is no malicious person, you are not allowed to anger others. Can't you make money by being friendly? Otherwise, everyone will call you Offended!"
Chang Ning: "Then why don't you be kind to me and make money? You always treat me with a straight face."
"Even if I am a shop owner, you are not my customer. You will never make money if you are angry with me."
"Then what am I."
"Debt collector."
…
Cai Zhao rolled his little brother in the dry and soft quilt three or four times, and Cai Xiaohan, who was like a ball of dough, fell asleep.
Chang Ning went to take a nap with satisfaction. After his wish came true, he immediately became smiling, and even the sores on his face looked charming. Before going to bed, he told Cai Zhao not to forget to ask him to have dinner with him.
The side hall was quiet. Cai Zhao held up a fist-sized luminous pearl and looked up at the high dome outside the house. The ancient silent roof beams were circled with deep and shallow paintings of exotic animals. Their faces were ferocious and their shapes were ferocious. But everyone knew that this was the case. Auspicious.
Whether it's auspicious or a ferocious beast depends only on word of mouth, so in the final analysis, the winner is the one who survives to the end, and both good and evil depend on words.
There was an elegant and subtle scent of incense candles all around, and the twists and turns of the palace corridors isolated all the noise and annoyance in the main hall in front. Cai Zhao slowly returned to the room, tucked his younger brother into a quilt, and then sat alone at the table, lost in thought.
Among the six Beichen sects, Jiulishan Qingque Sect is the most respected, followed by Guangtianmen, Peiqiong Villa, Siqimen, Taichuguan, and Luoying Valley at the bottom.
The world has been turbulent for two hundred years, and each of the six sects has talents, many of whom are outstanding. However, the Qingque Sect can always be at the top of the six sects by promoting talents in an eclectic way. In other sects, father to son can be passed down from uncle to nephew. Whenever the Qingque Sect selects the next leader, it must select the one with the most outstanding martial arts and intelligence in full view of the public.
For this reason, no matter how selfish the former old sect leader Yin Dai is, when the unknown outer disciple Qi Yunke breaks through the shackles of the 'Sky Fire Dragon' and makes his mark, he must make an exception and be admitted as a closed disciple.
——But according to Ning Xiaofeng, Qi Yunke was able to soar into the sky and inherit the position of the sect leader, and his contribution to the demon sect's troubles was indispensable. The so-called "loyal ministers are remembered when the country is in danger" does not mean that it is not in the face of a great crisis, nor does it show Qi Yunke's ability.
Apart from the six sects, there is no one left in Wulin Zhengdao - the first ones to bear the brunt are Changchun Temple in Qingxi'ao and Xuankong Temple in Yinxiujian.
The former was built one hundred and sixty years ago. Yes, it was the time when the first generation witch of Luoying Valley caused a terrible disaster in the martial arts world. It is said that the six sects originally gathered together to clean up the sect, but it was the first-generation abbot of Changchun Temple, Lingtai, who made peace with them. In the end, everyone made peace with Xini and settled the matter.
Since then, Luoying Valley has developed a deep friendship with Changchun Temple. It is said that the eighteen oldest and strongest towering pines and cypresses in Changchun Temple were planted by Luoying Valley, and are known as the Eighteen Podocarpus.
Xuankong nunnery was built a few years later, and since the day it was built, it has lived in seclusion and has not participated in martial arts disputes. Until one hundred and twenty years ago, the demon sect gave birth to a leader who was astonishingly talented and beautiful. When he was only ten years old, he would press the elders of the demon sect to the ground and rub him. No one can resist him, and he can kill without restraint.
During those days, the power of the Demonic Cult was omnipresent, and even Yinxiu Jian could not retreat. Xuankong An had no choice but to join the Righteous Alliance headed by Beichen Liu Sect.
"What happened next?" Ten-year-old Cai Zhao listened with great interest, "Is it like my aunt killed Nie Hengcheng, a great hero from the righteous path killed this bad guy leader?"
Cai Pingshu scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "I don't know about this either. It seems that the Demon Cult is having internal strife, which gives us an opportunity. Oh my, who remembers what happened more than a hundred years ago?"
Cai Zhao still remembers his disappointment at that time - sometimes the big bad guy may not be killed by the big hero, but he may also kill each other and die stupidly.
The child Cai Han in the bed burped, rolled around, smacked his red lips a few times, and fell asleep sweetly. However, there was no movement in the room next door, and it seemed that he had not even turned over.
Cai Zhaozhu moved the door between the two rooms and walked into the inner room holding Ye Mingzhu. He saw Chang Ning lying on his side. Under the dark blue thin quilt was a light-colored middle coat, revealing a snow-white neck and a jade-like chest, and the skin Delicate yet solid.
Little Miss Cai Zhao looked away in a serious manner - it was said in the script that those who become disciples will be beaten.
So she put down Ye Mingzhu and pulled the quilt for Chang Ning more seriously like she was treating Cai Han's child. The slender limbs between a young man and a teenager, his breathing was even, and he was sleeping deeply. It seemed that he had not slept so peacefully in a long time.
Cai Zhao sighed softly, holding Ye Mingzhu in his hand and slowly exited.
Apart from the Six Beichen Sects and One Temple and One Nunnery, there are also a few other sects scattered across the world. Most of them rose up for a short while and then disappeared like meteors. Few of them were brilliant for more than a hundred years. For example, Cai Zhao's maternal grandfather, the Ning family, was also famous in the martial arts world for his skills in medicine and swords. With the death of Cai Zhao's maternal grandfather, one son and one daughter became monks and got married, and soon no one in the Ning family will talk about it.
"Is reputation really that important?" Looking at the lonely little girl, Cai Pingshu smiled warmly, "What is the prophecy of our Luoying Valley?"
"Flowers will bloom and fall on their own. Let everything take its own course. Don't force it."
"Yes, let everything take its course. If there are people who remember you, just remember you. If no one remembers you, then no one will remember you. That's not what matters."
"Then what's important?"
"We have lived in this world. Every day we live is clear and happy, and we have no regrets in our hearts. The Ning family will perish, the Cai family will perish, but 'we' will never perish."
——Cai Zhao woke up from his memories, looked back at the sleeping Chang Ning, and gently closed the door.
The same goes for the Chang family.
The rise of the Chang family in Wu'an has only been a few decades. Chang Haosheng, a young man who was twenty years old, became a successful practitioner and traveled around the world, gradually becoming a great hero. During this period, he met Cai Pingshu and a group of brothers who were either reliable or unreliable. , and then married and had children with his fiancée.
Because he had witnessed the cruel methods of the demon sect, he hid Changjiawu Fort airtight in advance, but he never thought that he would escape Nie Hengcheng's overwhelming power and be inexplicably wiped out seventeen years later.
Cai Zhao closed his eyes and leaned next to his chubby little brother, hugging the quilt and falling asleep.
Before she fell asleep, she thought that she would protect Chang Ning until she recovered from her injuries. Everyone in the family is dead, so it is understandable that they are surly and eccentric. If it were herself, let alone killing the whole family, she would have wanted to go on a killing spree that year when someone took away the pork belly she was preparing to make bacon for the Chinese New Year. For three months, she was filled with unspeakable grief and anger, and looked like a thief to everyone she saw.
Therefore, it is better to treat Chang Ning more kindly in the future.
On the bed in the back room of the compartment, the person who was supposed to be asleep listened to Cai Zhao's breathing, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Chapter 12
It was almost evening when Cai Zhao woke up, and Fan Xing's family came over personally to ask them to go to the dinner.
After a full sleep, Chang Ning was especially kind. He even poured a glass of water for Fan Xingjia with his own hands. Fan Xingjia was so flattered that he almost drank the water into his nose. You must know that this orphan of the Chang family, who had suffered a lot and had a lot of hatred, had never given anyone a good look except his master since he was thrown into the mountains and rivers. It was as if someone owed him eighteen pieces of land for the big house and then refused to transfer it.
"Senior Brother Fan, thank you for your hard work. We are resting here, but you are busy in and out like a grasshopper on a hot pot without a moment to rest..." In just one afternoon, Chang Ning seemed to be a different person, full of warmth and concern. Nagging, this metaphor is a bit crooked.
"Senior Brother Chang, it's not a grasshopper, it's an ant on the hot pot." Cai Han, rubbing his eyes, interrupted.
Chang Ning lovingly touched the child's head: "Little Han, how can you say that Senior Brother Fan is an ant? You can casually crush dozens of ants to death with one foot, but can you crush Senior Brother Fan to death? So Senior Brother Fan Definitely not an ant.”
Cai Han stopped rubbing his eyes: "But Senior Brother Fan is not a grasshopper, because..."
"If you step down, let alone crush the grasshopper to death, you won't be able to trample it because the grasshopper can jump."
Child Cai was at a loss. There seemed to be no problem with this logic.
"Both of you, stop talking. Senior Brother Fan is neither a grasshopper nor an ant, he is a human being!" Cai Zhao was a little dizzy from sleep, and he hit the table and came to a conclusion.
Fan Xingjia held a glass of water: "..." Please stop talking.
The three of them were led by Fan Xingjia into the newly decorated main hall of the back hall of Muwei Palace.
...the side hall.
The entire Muwei Palace has a symmetrical layout along the central axis. Each main hall is flanked by two east and west side halls.
This time, Fan Xing's family paid attention early and arranged Cai Zhao and the three of them on an extended table by the window in the west side hall. Behind the table on the upper left side were two young monks from Changchun Temple. In terms of seniority, they were Uncle Cai Zhao. Master Jue Xing's nephew, on the right is a thin little girl with her head bowed and silent. Her name is Yang Xiaolan, the daughter of the head of the Si Qi Sect. He was so shy that he didn't even dare to raise his head when saying hello to others.
——The former is kind-hearted, the latter is harmless to humans and animals. As for Qi Lingbo, Dai Fengchi and others, they were arranged to dine in the east side hall, separated by a bustling main hall. Not to mention there was a 'misunderstanding', one side was singing folk songs at the neck and the other side couldn't hear clearly.
Infinite Life Buddha, the world will always be at peace now. Fan Xing's parents, relieved for the time being, took a stool and sat aside to chat.
Cai Zhao's eyes quickly found his father and mother in the crowd. Cai Pingchun and his wife were sitting under Song Shijun, the master of the Guangtian Sect. Both of them were expressionless and emotionless as they dealt with the martial arts fellows coming and going.
Cai Zhao couldn't help but ask: "Senior Brother Fan, tomorrow is the grand ceremony. Is everyone here?"
Fan Xingjia thought for a while and replied: "Except for the abbot of Changchun Temple, Master Fa Kong, and Taichu Guanpanpan, everyone else has arrived."
"Master Fakong, I know that my senior brother Fahairen has just passed away. He wanted to save time to chant sutras, so he said he would be late. But why did Taichu Guan have to wait until tomorrow morning?" Cai Zhao was puzzled.
"Of course you want to look grand." Chang Ning lowered his voice, "Your aunt passed away three years ago, and the martial arts heroes came to express their condolences. My father said that they were the last to arrive at the Taichu Temple. It was full of pomp."
"I didn't know anything when I fell ill that time." Cai Zhao also lowered his voice, "If it's the most impressive if you come last, then wouldn't it be the most impressive if they don't come at all?"
The Fan Xing family also leaned their heads: "If Taichu Guan really doesn't come on the anniversary of the ancestor's death, then he will be at fault. Qiu Yuanfeng, the head of the Taichu Sect, has been very popular in recent years, and he has to have a hand in everything in the world. , it’s amazing!”
"Will no one comment on Taichu Guan's actions?" Cai Zhao asked softly.
"Of course there is." Fan Xingjia chuckled, "That's it..."
"——Brother Yunke." Song Shijun of Guangtianmen, Dama Jindao, was sitting on the seat next to the first one. As usual, he was wearing a gold crown and covered with gold embroidery, but his face was very unhappy, "Tomorrow morning is the anniversary of the death of our ancestor. It doesn’t make sense that Taichu Guan hasn’t arrived yet.”
He deliberately used his luck, and his words were loud and ear-splitting, and each word penetrated into the ears of everyone in the hall. For a moment, everyone looked at the head of the room.
Qi Yunke, who was sitting at the head, said calmly: "Headmaster Qiu said in the letter that there is something going on in the temple, so he will arrive late. In any case, he will arrive before the ceremony tomorrow morning."
Song Shijun grinned: "Brother Yunke, I know you are kind-hearted, but there are some things where you should show some power. Master Fakong is a guest, and he comes out of love. It doesn't matter if he doesn't come. But we six sects As a descendant of our ancestor, we just put on airs in other matters, but some people dare to ignore such an important event as the 200th anniversary of our ancestor’s death. Doesn’t the Qingque Sect say anything?”
As soon as he said this, no one spoke, everyone was waiting to see how Qi Yunke would react.
Although the six Beichen factions said externally that they were of the same spirit and prospered together, internally they still managed their own affairs without interfering with each other. The leader of the Qingque Sect only needed to speak when they unanimously fought against the demon sect. However, now and then, sometimes the leader of the Qingque Sect is strong and can cross the boundaries of the sect to discipline the disciples of other sects.
Song Shijun suddenly singled out Taichu Guan at this time, obviously intending to embarrass Qi Yunke.
Cai Zhao said softly: "Isn't the Master of the Song Dynasty deliberately trying to make things difficult? What did he ask Uncle Qi to say? If he said, 'It doesn't matter if you are a little late for nothing,' he would definitely accuse Uncle Qi of neglecting the anniversary of the death of our ancestor. If Uncle Qi gets angry, Do we need to immediately recruit people to deal with Taichu Temple? I don’t know if other sects will see the joke, the Demon Sect will definitely laugh to their belly."
Chang Ning: "Nonsense, of course it's called making things difficult if the sect leader is in a dilemma. Otherwise, why are you saying this in vain? But if there is no grievance or enmity, why would someone named Song make things difficult for sect leader Qi?"
Both of them focused their attention on Fan Xingjia's face, and Fan Xingjia sighed: "Guangtianmen has recruited heroes from all over the world in recent years, and its momentum has been catching up with our sect. Previously, the leader of the Song sect had proposed to the master that he should go to Guangtianmen for the 200th anniversary of the death of our ancestor. Do it, no matter how kind the master is, he can’t agree to this. Fortunately, with the full support of Peiqiong Villa and Luoying Valley, this matter has been finalized. The Song Sect Leader has not been able to achieve his wish, so I think he will be unhappy."
"Ah, bah." Cai Zhaoqing spat, "The Muwei Palace in Jiuli Mountain is the place where our ancestors made their pilgrimage, so there's no reason to move the death anniversary ceremony to another place. He just looked at Uncle Qi's honesty and made a fuss about it! "
Chang Ningxing said: "Third senior brother Song Yuzhi is the son of the Song sect leader. He is so blatantly provoking trouble. Aren't you afraid that his son will be wronged in the sect in the future?"
Fan Xingjia sighed: "Master is a kind-hearted person, and he doesn't deal with the situation but the person. No matter what happens to the Song sect leader, he will never anger the third senior brother. What's more, let alone..."
"Besides, there is Mrs. Sulian here. Her sister, Mrs. Qinglian, is the wife of the Song Sect Master who passed away. No matter how much trouble there is, who in the sect dares to embarrass the madam's nephew." Cai Zhao curled his lips, "In the final analysis, I still bully my uncle. Honest man."
"Auntie has spoken, everyone, look." Cai Han, a kid, suddenly spoke up, and Fan Chang and Cai all turned their heads to look.
Ning Xiaofeng suddenly raised her voice to speak. However, she was not strong enough to speak as loudly as Song Shijun, so everyone had to be even quieter to hear her words clearly.
"...even brothers, they live their own lives after the families are separated. Although the Qingque Sect is the leader of the six sects, it cannot interfere with the other five sects. As long as Taichu Guan does not delay the death anniversary ceremony tomorrow morning, It can't be considered a fault." Ning Xiaofeng had disliked Song Shijun for more than ten years, and now he was even less polite.
"I said back then that it is really difficult to be the head of the Qingque Sect if you are not deaf, dumb or a wenggu. Fortunately, Brother Qi is loyal and honest by nature and never cares about trivial matters. Otherwise, he would be suppressed by such a majestic power and it would be a big deal. We must also obey the instructions of the Qingque Sect on everything, and the five sects under us will not complain to the sky."
Although this metaphor is a little too popular, it is quite reasonable. If there is a big sect leader who is more powerful than others, the life of other sects will not be easy, so everyone here nodded and secretly agreed. Even with Song Shijun's skill, he couldn't hear the whispers of the people below, and his face became tighter and tighter.
A middle-aged knight sitting opposite Song Shijun saw that he looked bad, smiled slightly, and said loudly: "Xiao Feng is right. They say that Qingque Sect is the best sect in the world, but they don't know that it is difficult to be the leader of this sect. , thanks to brother Yunke's kindness and less fussing with others, the six Beichen sects can live in harmony with each other. The Song family brother is also kind-hearted today, but he has always been quick to talk to others, and everyone here is his own family, so don't fuss."
Ever since Song Shijun opened his mouth, Yin Sulian had been in a dilemma. She was her husband on one side and her brother-in-law on the other. When she heard this elegant and handsome middle-aged knight trying to smooth things over, she quickly said: "Brother Zhizhen...ahem...it's true what Lord Zhou said. It's all my own. People, please stop quarreling. Come here, serve wine and food, quickly!"
The person who just spoke was Zhou Zhizhen, the owner of Peiqiong Villa. He was known in the martial arts world for his gentleness, elegance, calligraphy and swordsmanship. For a while, everyone laughed and joked, trying to obscure the matter.
Song Shijun was still upset, so he winked at Yang Heying, the master of Siqi Sect beside him. The two of them had always been on good terms, and Song Shijun meant 'it's your turn'.
But Yang Heying thought, you, Song Shijun, personally tried to make things difficult for Qi Yunke but failed. If I speak out rashly, it won't go well. Why should I humiliate myself? He rolled his eyes and saw Cai Pingchun and his wife on the side, and suddenly he had an idea, so he said loudly: "Master Cai Valley, I haven't seen you for many years, how good it is lately."
Cai Pingchun was slightly surprised, and then said: "Easy to say, easy to say."
Yang Heying said with a smile: "Oh, the heroic smile of the heroine Cai Pingshu is still vivid in my mind. I remember that at a young age, she was the best in the martial arts, stepped into the devil's den, walked through the bandits' stronghold, and acted chivalrously and righteously. Everyone in the world admired her. Now this lady He has passed away. I saw that Master Cai Gu was very charming like your sister. It is so gratifying to finally have a successor in Luoying Valley." These words were obviously in memory of Cai Pingshu, but secretly they were saying that Luoying Valley would be better without Cai Pingshu. The scenery of the past is gone.
Chang Ning frowned: "Why does this person speak so eccentrically?"
