Chapter 85: The Crying Elder
Having quickly withdrawn his expression, ng Qi turned back and looked at Zhen Hui grimly. “Your Senior Brother is just going down to order als. Junior Brother, you are at a critical stage breaking into the advanced success of Qi-cultivation. Don’t think so much on playing! Apply yourself!”
Zhen Hui was indeed compatible with Flower-pinching Finger, and at that mont he was about to make the breakthrough. His speed could rank among the first five monks who had practiced Flower-pinching Finger in history.
Zhen Hui nodded heavily and looked at ng Qi, “Senior Brother, I want a roast lamb leg.”
ng Qi guffawed, “Haha, there is nothing here but cals and sheep!” After Zhen Hui resud the ditation, he stepped to the corridor and closed the door. “Junior Brother, I’m afraid your Senior Brother was not going to order a roast lamb leg for you this ti. If we happen to et up in future, I will compensate you with ten roast lamb legs!”
He still knew that it was not very likely to escape from his master, but as a human, one should at least have hope and be optimistic. After several attempts to escape and endeavors in intelligence and bravery, he felt he had gained a lot. It was like an arduous practice and his master seed to have intended this way, for he hadn’t told ng Qi that he could not escape but still played this “ga”.
Of course, if there were chances, ng Qi would not let them go. It was rely because he seed to be targeted by Commandnt Yard and the special Kung Fus he learned in the world of Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms were very easy to find out. It was risky to stay in Shaolin with such a big secret, so the sooner he left Shaolin, the better.
ng Qi therefore continued his will-projecting, in which he hid his whole body. Then he walked downstairs.
He took each step carefully for fear of disturbing his master, at the sa ti he was picturing optimistically the life after his escape.
I will go back once I leave Quicksand Town, and as long as I enter to Kanli City, my master should not be able to find . Then I will go to Zhen Wu Sect to find Senior Brother Zhang. He is very generous and loyal to friends, and should not mind accepting . His family was among the three secular surnas of Zhen Wu Sect, so if I am with him I would not need to worry about the elixir. After my Four Acupores enlightened, I will start walking the Jianghu, looking for treasures of the world and make a sobriquet of .
But Zhen Wu Sect is a main stream martial sect with many ears and eyes, and it has a good relationship with Shaolin. One mistake would betray my identity and cause trouble. Besides counting on others is not proper, for I am a self-respecting person! What about going to Sword Washing Pavilion to find Zhiwei? She should be peregrinating downhill and practice her swordwill. Hey, a fair girl and a handso boy will unite to make stories in Jianghu! What a lovely and remarkable picture!
Wait, it seems wrong to be remarkable… This would make taken back to Shaolin in no ti. Alas, I had better wait for three or four years until I am taller and look mature enough that most people would not recognize. Then I could find Zhiwei and establish our na in Jianghu.
Sure, then Senior Brother Qi, who should be out of Huanhua Swords Sect after Enlightennt and assigned to guard overseas assets of his sect. There should be nobody guarding him and care about him. Haha, then it is done. I am going to find Senior Brother Qi and share at and ad with him!
ng Qi’s eyes shone with elation picturing the bright future. He was going through the hall, then the door of the inn, and then the life of freedom.
But suddenly, a familiar voice ca into his ears:
“Zhen Ding, order an unspiced chicken.”
Unspiced chicken… unspiced chicken… ng Qi’s expression was dull. He took quite a while to suppress his frustrated mood and answered in a low voice, “Yes, master.”
Sure enough, his master was looking at him behind…
He took several deep breaths and went towards the hall. At that ti, lots of the noisy guests had left and so tables were vacated.
“Young master, what would you like?” The errand boy in the hall was rather young with bright eyes and graceful eyebrows and wore a broad smile, who was far different from Qu Jiuniang whose insouciant look ant “Guest of bitches, I am your father”.
“So it is not true that the employees’ attitude reflect their employers’?” ng Qi thought in amusent and felt brighter in mood. “We would like to have a roast lamb leg, an unspiced chicken… ”
“Sure!” The errand boy then repeated the nas of the dishes while mopping the table.
After the order, ng Qi had so tea the boy served to him. Before he could mourn over the 103rd ti failure in escaping, Xuan Bei and Zhen Hui walked downstairs.
“Senior Brother, have you ordered a roast lamb leg?” Zhen Hui licked his lip.
ng Qi was sad deep inside, but he said emotionlessly, “Yes, I have.”
Xuan Bei was still carrying an air of lancholy. He asked the errand boy who was making tea for them, “Donor, is there any news from the west?”
Since he could not escape anyway, ng Qi was also curious about this question and looked at the errand boy.
“For your master’s information, except for so horse bandits robbing so caravans, only one major event has happened: the Crying Elder has co back after years of missing, and beco the Royal Advisor of Hahler. He is recruiting bladesn and highwayn, planning to unite the states and oases in the vast area from the Imnsity Sea in the east to the God-burying Desert in the west, and form a whole country like Great Jin Dynasty and Great Zhou Dynasty in your Central Plains.” The errand boy had yellowish pupils and curly hair, which was a typical look of natives in the West Regions.
“This is not bad… ” ng Qi gave a complint. If this cause should be accomplished, the Crying Elder would sohow resemble Emperor Qin Shihuang, the founder of the first united nation in Central Plains.
While he was complinting, he suddenly found sothing different in his master’s expression. Normally except when he praised ng Qi and Zhen Hui, he was always morose and lancholic, but at that ti his face was as grave as a night lake, and no lancholy was seen.
“Master, do you know the Crying Elder?” ng Qi could only guess so.
Looking at the teacup in his hand, Xuan Bei signed a bit sentintally, “The Crying Elder, original na unknown, is a grandmaster on the peak of the Exterior level. He dominates among West Tract of Great Jin Dynasty, Imnsity Sea of Death and God-burying Desert, ranking 33rd on Terrestrial Rankings. His best Kung Fus were Violent Sand Super Force and Haunter’s 18 Slaps. A true formidable thug of this ti.”
“So aweso… ” ng Qi was no longer a small monk with little Jianghu knowledge. He knew 33rd was quite an amazing position, for there were rely ten Dharmakaya level masters on Celestial Rankings, so even so hermits and reclusive martial master were included, the Crying Elder was at least within the first 60 most powerful n under heaven.
Seeing the errand boy was tending others, Xuan Bei sighed and said lowly, “Your master’s countenance must have looked bad just now.”
“Master, do you bear hatred to the Crying Elder?” Zhen Hui asked bluntly and loudly without avoiding being heard.
ng Qi sniggered. It was good to have this pert Junior Brother. Otherwise, he did not know how to ask.
Watching so tea leaves floating up and down in the tea cup, Xuan Bei’s lancholy beca thicker. “Your master’s secular na is Tang Zhan. I was a Peerless Master Pro along the Gansu Tract, and one step to be ranked among grandmasters. At that ti, I was easily excited by seeing evils. Once I was escorting a friend to the God-burying Mount where the Jin Gang Temple is located, and without hesitation I slew a habitual thug who had raped and killed many heroines in Jianghu.
“Unexpectedly, the thug had a strong master called Heaven Wilderness Highman. This guy was not strong enough to defeat , but to avenge his disciple, he had attacked my village before I returned. All the people were slaughtered except one old servant with my two childish sons. They were heading west to find , but unfortunately they were caught up before entering the Imnsity Sea… ”
Xuan Bei’s voice was insipid and emotionless, but ng Qi sohow perceived dense solitude and intense hatred camouflaged deep within.
“After I realized what had happened, I felt disillusioned from a good dream lasted 35 years. My hatred was ignited and aspired for vengeance. However, Heaven Wilderness Highman also had a good master.”
“The Crying Elder?” If ng Qi could not figure out this, the ti he had spent on reading so many novels would be wasted.
Xuan Bei nodded, “I had waited for several years until a chance ca and I had killed the whole family of Heaven Wilderness Highman. But then the Crying Elder had been chasing after all the way to the Central Plains. Luckily His Abbotship favored and introduced into Buddhism, and I was secure afterwards. Therefore, if one day you encounter the Crying Elder or his disciples, you must behave carefully.”
The plot was plain without too many ups and downs or description of cruel scenes, and Xuan Bei seed to have told a story irrelevant to himself.
What triggered him to ntion again this suffering was a precaution for alerting his disciples. If the Crying Elder really ca back to Jianghu, they must not betray their identities to anyone who could be their potential enemy.
He did not lower his volu deliberately, but all the guests around seed to notice nothing, as if no one was talking just now.
This force had dumbfounded ng Qi. It was much stronger than Duan Xiangfei, who had achieved perfect Transformation Strategy. It was nothing similar to mortal Kung Fus.
After the talk, Xuan Bei silenced and focused on his unspiced al. Zhen Hui was biting voraciously the lamb leg. It seed that nothing could distract him from the food.
As the atmosphere was grave and weird, ng Qi had to divert himself. He erected his ear to listen to all kinds of conversations nearby, searching for useful information.
Perhaps it was because the errand boy had ntioned the Crying Elder, the table nearby also started a discussion over this topic.
“I didn’t expect that the Crying Elder was still alive!” a “desert tramp” wearing a turban and black robe said in interest. He had a sabre to his waist. The blade was sharp and shining dim bloodlight.
Another guy dressed as a desert tramp but with beard chortled, “Aye, nine years ago when Su Wuming travelled west, the ignorant Crying Elder went to challenge him. Since then he disappeared and everyone assud him slain by Su Wuming.”
“It was said that Su Wuming was searching for a holy relic inside the God-burying Desert and had no interest in mock combats. But the Crying Elder took initiative anyway, so he wielded one swordstrike casually. Since then the Crying Elder had been missing for whole nine years,” another “desert tramp” with blue pupils said, smiling, as if he himself were Su Wuming and the Crying Elder was nobody.
ng Qi was entranced by this story. The master of Jiang Zhiwei was indeed a martial virtuoso. With only one casual swordstrike, he defeated this formidable thug. I want to be soone like him one day!
“Sir, ten taels of silver.” After the dinner the errand boy ca for the bill, smiling
This is blatant robbing! ng Qi understood deeper the nature of this blackhearted hotel. Thinking of the bristled brows of Qu Jiuniang, he realized that his master would not help him about this. So he finally took out the taels. The money was not mine anyway!
“Co with your master to a place.” Xuan Bei suddenly talked and walked slowly out of the inn.
With bewildernt ng Qi stared at Zhen Hui. But Zhen Hui was still with that innocent look. ng Qi had to forgo his confusion and followed his master out.
After they left the inn, Qu Jiuniang who had been suspending her expression suddenly raised her head, staring at the back of Xuan Bei and knocked with her finger knuckles on the table, puzzled.
The three “desert tramps” who were talking about the Crying Elder softened their talk and whispered.
“Big bro, I don’t see any rich people. Let’s rob these monks. They seed to be carrying so fortune,” the desert tramp with blue eyes asked.
The one with sabre shook his head, “Better leave this kind of monks alone.”
“Why? Since when did big bro believe in Buddhism?” the desert tramp with beard asked in confusion.
The desert tramp with sabre was enraged, “I believe in f*king Buddhism? Polish your eye balls and see! These monks of so small group crossing Imnsity Sea were usually hard characters. Let’s keep watching the caravan instead. Although it is guarded by more people, we could unite with other horse bands.”
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