Bai Xiuping stared at his father's portrait blankly.
The old man stared at Bai Xiuping and said with a gloomy expression: "You seem to be old acquaintances, but the people painted there should be all decent people in the martial arts world."
The old man's words instantly brought Bai Xiuping's attention back, and he also realized the gaffe he had just made.
Bai Xiuping looked at the old man solemnly and said, "Although this is a library for collecting information, these paintings of yours are not light."
"who are you?"
When he said this, Bai Xiuping stared at the old man closely. The old man's answer would determine his next action.
The old man didn't seem to notice the threat in Bai Xiuping's tone. He chuckled and said, "I'm just a villager who collects gossip and sells it."
Gossip?
The master's information is priceless no matter where it is, not to mention there are many people who hide their secrets here.
Such as the divine monk in Shaolin or those evil sects who hide their heads and tails in the martial arts world.
If this information is leaked, it will definitely cause a bloody storm in the world.
The old man naturally knew this, so he hid himself deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Bai Xiuping frowned and asked in confusion: "Even if you hide here, it is still very dangerous. Why are you doing this? What should you do if the person who comes here today is a heinous person?"
The old man sneered and mocked: "It is really wise for a dignified young leader of the Demon Sect to care so much about the martial arts affairs in the Central Plains."
Gongsun Fu, who was behind him, suddenly became unhappy. He pointed at the old man and said, "Old man, are you tired of living? Now that you know that this is the young leader, you still dare to say such arrogant words!"
"How can I be afraid of death when I'm in such a physical condition now?"
While speaking, the old man moved his body and did something with his hands on the wheelchair. The wheelchair made a sound and the door to the secret room was locked.
Gongsun Fu was startled, and the old man said, "If I die here today, you two won't be able to leave."
Bai Xiuping, who was always staring at the old man, said calmly: "You seem to want to kill someone and silence them."
The old man looked confident, thinking that even if Bai Xiuping left and led people to attack the library, they would have already left early.
In this case, Bai Xiuping didn't intend to talk nonsense anymore and asked straight to the point: "Why do you have to find us in this secret room?"
"The Mingjiao ranking book we want can be given to us directly in the library."
The old man did not answer immediately, but asked: "You are obviously the young leader of Mingjiao, don't you understand the people of Mingjiao?"
This person is good at observing people's emotions. If he just makes up a reason, he can't hide it.
Bai Xiuping simply answered directly: "Because I need people to fill Yangming Palace."
Yangming Palace is full of people, which is undoubtedly to expand the power of Yangming Palace.
The old man instantly understood the reason why the young leader went to Shao Hua Tower, but he couldn't find a suitable candidate there.
Bai Xiuping proposed to gather people who didn't belong yet. The whereabouts of these people were indeed not easy to find.
But when the young leader wanted to expand his power, the old man pushed his wheelchair and turned his back to Bai Xiuping and said, "Don't you know the current situation? Or do you not take them seriously at all?"
As expected, everyone in the world felt this way. Bai Xiuping said with firm eyes: "Even if you keep your peace, you won't end up well in the end. Since there is no way to retreat, I might as well move forward."
"Even if the road ahead is a dead end?"
Bai Xiuping laughed, he had no other choice.
The two fell into silence, and the scene suddenly became quiet, leaving only the faint sound of candles burning.
After a while, Bai Xiuping stared closely at the old man in front of him and asked, "Who are you?"
"My surname is Nalan and my given name is Jingzhi."
"Nalan Jingzhi?"
When Bai Xiuping heard this name, he was stunned on the spot and was extremely shocked.
…
"Shuhei, why don't you stop studying martial arts and come with me to the Imperial College."
Bai Xiuping, who was still the son of the martial arts leader at the time, waved his hands with a look of disgust on his face and said, "Sir, please stop talking nonsense and give me the scroll quickly. I'm very busy."
Nalan Jingzhi laughed and scolded Bai Xiuping for being careless: "Try to avoid killing people."
Bai Xiuping muttered: "Sir, you'd better go outside for a walk. Why don't you even have a window here? It's like a secret room."
"Suspiciousness is deadly."
Nalan Jingzhi did not answer directly. He handed the scroll to Bai Xiuping and said this.
The world's most talented people are respected by Nalan, who comes from the prestigious Nalan family.
At that time, he was a famous counselor in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. His intelligence and high-spiritedness were unparalleled.
There are rumors in the world that in a few years, when Nalan Xiao truly ascends to the temple, he will surely rise to prominence and occupy a high position.
When Bai Xiuping joined the Lingyun Team formed by the Wulin Zhengsect, Nalan Xiao took good care of him. The two had similar interests and studied martial arts together.
Nalan Xiao also admired Bai Xiuping very much, taught him various knowledge, and regarded him as half a disciple.
…
When he saw that the old man in front of him had the same cross scar on the back of his hand as the Mr. Nalan he knew, Bai Xiuping froze on the spot.
"Is this person really Mr. Nalan?"
As the number one strategist in the martial arts world in the Central Plains, why did Mr. Nalan appear in the Demon Sect's Shiwan Mountains?
Bai Xiuping said in disbelief: "It's impossible. Nalan Jingzhi is only 40 years old. How can you be Nalan Jingzhi?"
The old man in front of him has a vicissitudes of life and a head full of white hair. He is at least sixty years old. The Mr. Nalan I know is probably only over forty years old.
These words surprised Nalan Jingzhi, and he said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that the Young Master would actually know me. This makes me a little doubtful as to who the person standing in front of me is."
Bai Xiuping shed a drop of cold sweat. This man was really too keen.
He also realized that what he said was wrong. If he were the original young leader of the Demon Cult, he would not know anything about the martial arts people in the Central Plains.
Maybe even the Demon Sect’s own people don’t know much about it.
But Bai Xiuping remembered what Nalan Jingzhi once said to him, calmed down and said: "Suspiciousness is fatal."
Nalan Jingzhi did not expect to hear these words from the young leader of the Demon Cult, but he still apologized and said: "I am rude, please forgive me."
Bai Xiuping really didn't understand why Nalan Jingzhi appeared in the Demon Cult, and then asked: "Why are you here?"
"I just walked along the road ahead and arrived at this place."
Nalan Jingzhi was obviously unwilling to answer this question.
The two seemed to be familiar with each other during their conversation. Gongsun Fu, who was standing aside, looked puzzled and asked in a low voice next to Bai Xiuping: "Young Master, do you know this person?"
Bai Xiuping naturally denied it and said to Gongsun Fu, "Aren't you the one who brought me here?"
Gongsun Fu scratched his head in confusion and said, "Although this is the case, this is the first time I have met the master behind Mingshu Pavilion."
Then he exclaimed: "This person's surname is Nalan. Isn't he a decent person from the Central Plains?"
The Nalan family is a famous noble clan in the Central Plains. They have produced countless officials and counselors. They can be found in temples and rivers and lakes. Even Gongsun Fu, who is far away in the Demon Sect, has heard about them.
Therefore, it is normal to have such a guess, but Bai Xiuping quickly interrupted: "The world is so big, who said that someone with the surname Nalan must be an upright person? Does having the same surname as the emperor mean that he is a relative of the emperor?"
