Baihua Tower, Chunxiang Pavilion.
Lu Xiaojing waited for half a stick of incense in the private room when Wu Sanniang finally came late. After the screen was gone, he asked her: "Why did the girl want to see me?"
Lu Xiaojing directly said the secret code for the joint, "Come without a trace, leave without a trace."
Wu Sanniang's expression was slightly startled, and then she replied: "What kind of wine would you like to drink, girl?"
Lu Xiaojing answered fluently, "Peach blossom wine that has been stored in the cellar for ten years only costs half a jar."
Wu Sanniang continued to test, "There is no peach blossom wine, but there are several jars of Baihua wine. Girls can try it first. If it doesn't taste good, there is no charge."
Lu Xiaojing replied: "If not, forget it. I'll look elsewhere."
Wu Sanniang finally believed Lu Xiaojing's identity, so she took her back to her home. There was a secret passage in her home that led directly to her new residence in Wuying Building.
The new residence is called Song Mansion.
There are stewards and servants in the house, but there is no master.
Wu Sanniang explained to her, "I do business away from home all year round and rarely come back. If you have something urgent, you can directly tell Butler Qin at home."
Butler Qin is over fifty years old and looks a little serious. "Where is the girl from? And when did you enter the building?"
Lu Xiaojing immediately took out a letter from his storage bag and handed it to Butler Qin.
Butler Qin took it and looked at it, his expression instantly became solemn, "Master, he..."
Lu Xiaojing clenched his fists and said: "His identity has been discovered, I'm afraid he is in danger."
The master left two letters for her in his storage bag.
One of the letters explained the current situation of Wuying Tower and the strength of each member. The other letter was to be handed over to Butler Qin, which was also an important certificate passed down to her.
Master wants to hand over Wuying Tower to her.
But once she takes this position, she will have a responsibility. In the future, she will not only shoulder the important task of revitalizing the Peach Blossom Sect, but also carry forward the Shadowless Tower.
Butler Qin seemed a little unable to accept the sudden bad news and almost fainted.
Wu Sanniang stretched out her hand to help him and said with wet eyes.
"The host is afraid of injuring us."
Butler Qin suddenly focused his attention on Lu Xiaojing. After hesitating for a moment, he knelt down.
"Old slave, I have met the landlord!"
Wu Sanniang also knelt down.
"Owner!"
Lu Xiaojing hurriedly stood up and helped the two of them up.
"Master entrusted the Shadowless Tower to me before he died. It was probably just a hasty move. After I avenge Master, I will step down from this identity and choose a capable person to take charge of it."
…
A hundred years ago, Wuying Tower was quite prestigious in the world of cultivation, with thousands of disciples.
Later, a catastrophe occurred, and only a few people were left in the building, and it never recovered.
Although there are dozens of disciples in Wuying Tower now, spread all over the world, they have only scratched the surface of Wuying Kung Fu, and even less know how to protect themselves.
There is a long way to go to strengthen Wuying Tower.
"Miss, this is Doctor Zheng."
Butler Qin invited a craftsman who made human skin masks for Lu Xiaojing.
"The art of disguise is an inherited skill of the Zheng family. As long as the materials are used well, it can last for several months."
Lu Xiaojing immediately took off his veil and showed his face to Mr. Zheng.
The people in Fengyang Sect were so crazy that in order to catch her, everyone with scars on their faces had to be arrested and questioned.
If she wants to go out, she must cover up the scar on her face.
"Miss……"
Lu Xiaojing has been covering her face with a veil since entering the house. This is the first time Butler Qin has seen her face.
"Who caused the injury on your face?"
"It's a bad thing, so don't mention it."
Lu Xiaojing looked at Zheng Langzhong and asked.
"Will these scars affect the fit of the mask?"
"It will naturally affect it. Human skin masks are extremely difficult to make. With Miss's face... I will try it first. Even if it succeeds, it may not last too long."
The so-called human skin mask is not really a human skin mask, but is made of a material that is very similar to human skin.
This material is extremely rare, so it is worth thousands of dollars.
Lu Xiaojing cooperated with Zheng Langzhong to make a face model. Half a month later, the human skin mask was finally made successfully.
She couldn't wait to put it on her face.
The mask fit her face extremely well and was light and breathable.
"Please, Mr. Zheng, prepare a few more for me."
Lu Xiaojing is not short of money. Just one high-level spiritual stone can be exchanged for ten thousand taels of silver, and she still has several thousand high-level spiritual stones in her pocket, which is enough for her to spend a long time.
…
After the scar 'disappeared', Lu Xiaojing set off directly for Fengyang City.
Butler Qin said that the master was captured by people from the Fengyang Sect, and there was no news about him after he was brought back to the Fengyang Sect.
Regardless of whether the master is dead or alive, she must avenge this revenge, not for others but for herself.
"The Fengyang Sect's apprenticeship assessment has been advanced this year, and there are no restrictions. Anyone with spiritual roots can join the sect."
Lu Xiaojing had already inquired before he came. After all, Fengyang Sect was not as strict as Tianlang Sect in accepting disciples.
However, Fengyang Sect is divided into Zuo Sect and You Sect. The two sects are only separated by a mountain. It was because the elders of the sect had different opinions that they separated.
Zhao Xihua, the leader of the Zuo Sect, has more than 500 disciples.
Meng Yilin, the leader of Youzong, had only 200 disciples.
When the sect was divided, the new disciples were free to choose their master, and most of them chose the Zuo sect.
When it was Lu Xiaojing's turn, because she had a mutated spiritual root, she naturally became the target of competition between the two sects.
Although Meng Yilin is over fifty years old, he is still full of energy.
"As long as you come to Youzong, I can accept you as my personal disciple and teach you what I have learned throughout my life."
Zhao Xihua took out a hundred low-level spiritual stones directly from the storage bag, showing his wealth and wealth.
"As long as you come to Zuo Sect, these one hundred low-level spiritual stones will be your gift for joining the sect. Moreover, Master can let you choose by yourself."
Zhao Jinhua looked at Meng Yilin with a smile and said deliberately.
"Moreover, our Zuo Sect's resources are more abundant than those of the Right Sect. If you are smart, you should know how to choose."
You Zong was indeed very poor.
Meng Yilin lost confidence in an instant. He looked at Lu Xiaojing with an expression as if he would stay or go as he pleased.
Lu Xiaojing pretended to hesitate and said: "I choose... You Zong!"
Zhao Xihua was about to sneer, but after hearing Lu Xiaojing's answer clearly, his expression changed slightly.
Zhao Jinhua was also a little surprised, "I think you should think about it again!"
Meng Yilin's expression changed several times in a moment, "...Are you sure you want to choose You Zong?"
Zhao Jinhua warned coldly: "You have just entered the world of cultivation, and you may not know how important resources are to a cultivator. If you choose the wrong sect or the wrong master, it will affect your life."
The disciples of the Right Sect have always bowed their heads in front of the disciples of the Zuo Sect, but today, in order to protect the sect leader, they directly challenged the Zuo Sect.
"What does it mean to choose the wrong sect and the wrong master? No matter how bad our master is, we are still better than those masters who like to use their disciples as medicine refining boys!"
"What did you say!"
Zhao Jinhua became so angry that he severely injured the disciple who dared to speak the truth.
