Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

There is a fake sect master who can do everything conveniently. Seeing that there is no need to stay any longer, Lin Xun proposes to go back to Xisheng sect first, and Ning Zhongqing has no objection.

Liu Ming suddenly said: "The old man will stay here."

Lin Xun was surprised, Liu Ming had a kind of spiritual fear and resistance to Tianbao Gate, and couldn't figure out why the other party would rather stay in such a place than go back to meet his grandson.

Ning Zhongqing didn't pay attention to Liu Ming's thoughts, and briefly explained to Fa Bai what he needed to do next.

Fate is in the hands of others, so Fabai could only agree with them one by one with a wry smile.

Returning on horseback, his robes were blown by the mountain wind, Lin Xun had a kind of heroic spirit of returning triumphantly.

In fact, it is running from the north to the south of the mountain.

What is an actor, even if it is a trivial matter, he can be intoxicated by it, and Lin Xun is in this state now.Halfway through the journey, he reined in his horse suddenly: "Does the person in the gate know that we are going back?"

Ning Zhongqing nodded, Lin Xun's lips curled up, and he started on the road again.

It was evening when we arrived, the twilight was dark, the village gate of Xishengmen was empty, and a cool wind blew by, giving us a sense of desolation.

Lin Xun raised his eyes and looked around: "Why is no one coming out to greet you?"

Ning Zhongqing coughed: "Little brother thinks too much."

The village was dark, and there were not even a few candles. It was not difficult to infer that most of the people had already fallen asleep.

There were no firecrackers, no cheering in line, and Lin Xun got off his horse sadly, like a veteran who just came back from the battlefield but no one knew him, his back was very lonely.

Ning Zhongqing called out his name, and said with his eyes——

The play is over.

Lin Xun recovered from his state of immersion, and started chatting with him carelessly again.

Coming to his own room, ready to wave goodbye, Ning Zhongqing said with a smile: "Would you like me to come in and have a seat?"

Lin Xun: "...we live in the same village."

Look up but see you down, there is nothing to be polite about.

Ning Zhongqing didn't explain too much, took out an ingot and put it in his palm, "Take it as tea money."

Lin Xun led him into the house with a smile, boiled water and made a pot of hot tea by himself.

The ground is uneven, and the table will inevitably shake. With a light touch, the tea will shake out.

Ning Zhongqing glanced at the new soil on the ground from the corner of his eye. It looked like it had just been dug out from the ground not long ago. He picked up his teacup and said calmly: "It seems that the little brother found something good in this room."

Lin Xun moved the stool and sat down next to him: "It's really good. You don't need to light candles at night. They are piled on the table. When the moonlight shines, the eyes of those who are bright will hurt."

Ning Zhongqing drank tea with downcast eyes, and seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

No matter what you do with Lin Xun, you must be extremely vigilant. Even so, you may be tricked, but this way of getting along not only does not feel tired, but is very pleasant, even looking forward to it.

Lin Xun stopped playing charades with him, "Where did all this gold come from?"

Ning Zhongqing didn't answer and said, "I'm even more curious about why the little brother didn't move these belongings."

In terms of love of money, I really haven't seen anyone who can compare with this person.

Lin Xun: "A gentleman loves money and obtains it in the right way."

In fact, when he dug up the gold, he always felt evil, and besides, he had just come into contact with Xishengmen at that time, and he followed the principle of being cautious in everything.

Ning Zhongqing didn't hide it from him, and slowly said: "The people buried in the ground are also people from the door, but it was more than 100 years ago. At that time, the Xisheng Gate was located near the Xiaoyao faction..."

The words were simple, but a few words unfolded a magnificent scene in front of Lin Xun.

This is the first time Lin Xun has heard him talk about the past of Xishengmen. In Ning Zhongqing's description, Xishengmen was once quite brilliant, but because there are very few people in the gate, they don't often communicate with other forces, so that there are only a few big people. Only the sect understands.

"Under the extreme prosperity, that head was ambitious and wanted to unify the martial arts," Ning Zhongqing said with emotion: "It was indeed a good opportunity at that time, Shaolin Wudang began to decline, Xiaoyaomen had not yet grown, and Xishengmen It’s a good time to thrive.”

Lin Xun pondered: "If this is the case, why did it fail?"

If it succeeds, today's Xishengmen will not be hidden in the mountains.

Ning Zhongqing sighed: "The situation is like this, but if you really want to go deeper, there are dark tides everywhere in the martial arts world. How can it be so easy to get things done? Take Tianbaomen as an example, how glorious it was in the past, isn't it because you were forced to hide from the world?" live."

The tea on the table had cooled down, and his voice gradually became lower and lower: "After the failure, the mind of the head of the sect collapsed, he killed the enemy regardless of himself, and was finally killed by the joint efforts of the sect. Hundreds of people were killed and injured in that battle, and all of them were top experts. It was a popular practice at that time for the new head to bury the dead with the original head, and stuff gold into his mouth, saying that he could make a fortune in the next life."

Lin Xun pondered for a while, and said: "The current situation is the same as it was a hundred years ago. It seems to be good, but in fact there are many crises. The head of Wudang is both good and evil. There are many dark men hiding in the various sects of Tianbaomen. The organization is secretly recruiting disciples of the Martial Sect, but they do have one thing in common."

Ning Zhongqing: "What is it?"

Lin Xun smiled and said, "They all want your life."

The originally heavy topic became lively because of this sentence.

Ning Zhong seemed helpless, and said leisurely: "The world is unpredictable, maybe one day I will also end up being betrayed by everyone."

Lin Xun suddenly became a little quiet, and reminded again: "Use meteorites from outside the sky with caution."

Ning Zhong smiled and said: "The most important thing in martial arts is to be eager for success. Yun Changtian is a lesson from the past."

He did have the idea of ​​borrowing the meteorite from beyond the sky before, but Yun Changtian's ending obviously reminded him.

Lin Xun: "What are your plans for the future?"

Ning Zhongqing stood up, her voice as calm as her steps: "Make every effort to build the weapons on the weapon map, and on the other hand eat away at Tianbaomen's foundation."

"Where is the head of Wudang?"

Ning Zhongqing: "Actually, the best thing to deal with in this world is a hypocrite who uses unscrupulous means to gain fame. He doesn't need to do anything at all. When he receives the news of Yun Changtian's death in the future, he will sit peacefully in his position as the head of the sect."

Suddenly there was a low cry from outside the door.

Ning Zhongqing opened the door. It was a middle-aged man who lived next to Lin Xun. He hadn't seen him for just a few days, and his skin was almost bronze.

The middle-aged man always felt weird when he saw the two of them in the same room, so he forcibly suppressed this feeling and said affectionately to Ning Zhong: "A weapon has been completed."

Ning Zhongqing raised the corners of his mouth: "Go and have a look."

Lin Xun followed along.

The middle-aged man carefully removed the bracelet hanging on the wall, "It went much smoother than expected. I originally wanted to make knives, but it took too long, so I chose a hidden weapon first."

Ning Zhongqing nodded, "Good job."

A few people went outside to the woods, the middle-aged man roughly explained how to use it, and Ning Zhongqing tried it himself.

There were several swishing sounds, and the powerful impact hit the surface of the trunk, the nearby leaves were shattered, countless dust fell, and five trees in a row, the central parts were all penetrated, leaving a terrifying black hole.

Lin Xun exclaimed: "What a terrifying attack power."

Ning Zhongqing was obviously also very satisfied, "I will make a few less powerful ones later, this is too much noise."

The middle-aged man replied: "I also have that intention."

Ning Zhongqing: "Someone will come to cooperate with you soon."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, he was really powerless by himself.

Ning Zhongqing handed it to Lin Xun: "Use it for self-defense."

Lin Xun was taken aback, and the middle-aged man looked at him incredulously. This kind of undisguised concern was really scary.

What is the master planning?

A person who doesn't even want to raise chickens can't really see anything special about him except for his beauty and lightness.

Ning Zhongqing pretended not to notice the strange color on the faces of the two, and said to the middle-aged man, "Thank you for your hard work, go back and rest."

Although the head of the sect has a spring-like smile all year round, he always speaks coldly. The middle-aged man suddenly felt his concern and was flattered. His body trembled slightly with excitement, and he turned and walked back.

Walking quickly to the gate of the village, I turned around and saw two figures pacing under the moonlight, looking as if they were bowing their heads and talking and laughing.

The middle-aged man's heart felt cold... Could it be that his existence just now hindered the head?

If Ning Zhongqing knew what he was thinking, he would definitely nod his head, and even reprimanded him for not being able to see.

But at the moment, he is drunk in the beauty village, chatting and walking with Lin Xun.

Lin Xun was uncharacteristically serious today, talking about business: "How are you going to deal with the organization that wants to assassinate you?"

Ning Zhongqing didn't seem to take it too seriously: "It's better to act first."

Lin Xun nodded: "In comparison, the strength of this organization is far inferior to Tianbaomen."

Ning Zhongqing said: "Insufficient cohesion is the fatal weakness. It is easy to recruit talents from various schools and factions, but smart people will leave a way out for themselves." He said and looked at Lin Xun: "It will soon be time to close the net. .”

Lin Xun teased: "One day you will become the leader of the martial arts, you should go on the spiritual journey that all heroes have to go through, emptiness, loneliness and even boredom."

Ning Zhongqing: "It might have been possible before, but now..."

"How is it now?"

Ning Zhongqing's smile was cold and moving under the moonlight: "I found something more interesting."

Lin Xun raised his eyebrows: "For example..."

"Talk about love."

Lin Xun: "...This is playing with things and losing one's ambition."

I don't know which nerve these four words touched Ning Zhongqing. The latter's throat moved suspiciously, and there was a slight sense of aggression in his eyes.

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