Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

The disciples of Xiaoyaomen were enthusiastic and thoughtful, and they lived in a comfortable mood for a few days. Ning Zhongqing suddenly told them that they could leave at any time.

Lin Xun: "Is it settled?"

Ning Zhongqing nodded: "This time Xiaoyaomen will advance and retreat with us."

Lin Xun swung his cup with his head down, "How much do you really know about this force that secretly wins over the sects?"

Ning Zhongqing heard a trace of worry from his words, and said seriously: "Because the personnel are relatively scattered, they are recruited in the form of an alliance. They call themselves the Mountain Destruction League."

"Shake the Mountain Alliance?"

Ning Zhongqing explained: "Comparing all sects and factions to mountains, the purpose of the Shaking Mountain League is to disintegrate from within and eat the backbone like ants."

Hearing the words, Lin Xun thought for a while, and then seriously suggested: "This metaphor is not appropriate, it should be called the Root-Cleaning League, the relationship between the two parties is the tree and the worm."

Ning Zhongqing: "...Shaking the Mountain League is better."

Lin Xun frowned: "Really?"

Ning Zhongqing: "At least it sounds more serious."

The topic went off track, and when it was almost time for dinner, Ning Zhongqing got rid of Lin Xun's influence and forcibly changed the topic.

"Most of them poach people from other sects, so the Shaking Mountain League almost accommodates a hundred schools of martial arts, focusing on the miscellaneous."

Lin Xun: "It's just like the cuckoo, laying eggs in other birds' nests."

Ning Zhongqing's temperament is a bit serious, and he corrects the analysis: "There is still a big difference. The cuckoo is worried about the male swallowing..."

It was completely dark, and returning to the topic again, Lin Xun asked, "Who is the current leader of the Shaking Mountain League?"

Ning Zhongqing shook his head: "I'm not sure, but I have a suspect."

He said doubt, but his tone was sure.

The tacit understanding between the two told Lin Xun that this was another kind of boring modesty of his. Just as he was about to speak, his throat felt a little dry. When he looked up, he realized that a bright moon was hanging above his head. He was surprised and said, "Why is it so late? gone?"

Ning Zhongqing took the teapot in his hand and poured himself a cup.

Lin Xun: "It's been so long since we haven't talked about anything except the name of the power. Our conversation just now was really inefficient."

Ning Zhongqing: "Us?"

Lin Xun glanced at him lightly.

Ning Zhongqing lowered his head: "...it's me."

Lin Xun nodded, as if he agreed with this statement: "Who is the leader?"

Ning Zhongqing hooked his fingers, Lin Xun took the bait, and got close to the opponent's face.

When the two got close enough, Ning Zhongqing whispered in his ear: "Master Kuzhu."

Lin Xun's pupils dilated slightly, as if surprised.

Ning Zhongqing smiled lightly and said, "Didn't you think it was him?"

Lin Xun nodded, and finally asked: "Who is Master Kuzhu?"

"..."

For Ning Zhongqing, this is an expression of absolute trust in Lin Xun, after all, even his confidantes are keeping information from him.

The title of Master Kuzhu was very famous 30 years ago, and no one has seen him make a move in the past ten years, and he has been practicing penance in Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, the other party's completely ignorant attitude undoubtedly made him feel a sense of frustration. He sighed: "35 years ago, Master Kuzhu single-handedly wiped out 130 people including the Qinglong Gang and its leader."

Lin Xun suddenly realized: "It turned out to be him."

Ning Zhongqing stared at him for a while, then slowly said: "It's just the two of us here, you don't have to hide it."

Lin Xun said 'Oh', "So this bitter gourd master is from Shaolin Temple?"

"It's bitter bamboo," Ning Zhongqing said seriously: "He used to be a solitary swordsman in the Jianghu, and suddenly became addicted to Buddhism in middle age. Because he had a personal relationship with the abbot of Shaolin, he lived in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple for a long time."

Lin Xun couldn't help shaking his head: "If you don't know people clearly, Abbot Shaolin will risk his life."

Ning Zhongqing's tone was indifferent, but also slightly emotional: "The abbot has two close friends in his life, one is the head of Wudang, but unfortunately he is a hypocrite, and the other is Master Kuzhu, he is a real villain."

Lin Xun: "Who you meet is very important."

Just as he was talking, he felt the unusual eyes resting on him, Lin Xun raised his eyes, and his eyes met Ning Zhongqing unexpectedly.

But for a moment, Lin Xun lowered his eyes: "Master Kuzhu can endure for many years, so he will not be an easy character to deal with."

Ning Zhongqing suddenly smiled: "He can't help it. The disciples of the Shaking Mountain League are all working as undercover agents in various sects. To put it bluntly, they are all weeds planted under the wall. They act according to the wind."

Night has fallen, even if you want to leave, you have to wait until the next day. Lin Xun looked at the sky and said, "I hope tomorrow will be a good weather."

I don't know if it was affected by the night, Ning Zhongqing's voice was a little low: "It may not be good, but it will definitely be spectacular."

In the early morning of the next day, Ning Zhongqing said goodbye to the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, and went down the mountain with Lin Xun.

The weather was fine, and Lin Xun was in a good mood after riding horses. After a while, he said, "I haven't returned in just a few days, and I feel that the surrounding environment has changed a lot."

While talking, it was a pity that I didn't take some things from Xiaoyaomen as souvenirs.

It was around noon, and the city gate could be seen in the distance. Lin Xun said, "So we didn't take the way back."

Turning his head to look at Ning Zhongqing: "Why didn't you tell me just now?"

Ning Zhongqing: "I'm afraid you will be embarrassed."

Lin Xun pursed his lower lip, "It's embarrassing now, did I look like a fool just now?"

Ning Zhongqing looked serious: "Why do you think so?"

Turning his head, he couldn't help covering his mouth and pretending to cough, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the horses under him sneezed in unison.

Talking and laughing all the way into the city, Ning Zhongqing seemed to have made all the arrangements. As soon as he entered the city, he took Lin Xun to an inn to settle down. When he entered the door, his eyes communicated with the innkeeper for a moment, which was extremely short.

There is a small building behind the inn, and there is no one to lead the way, so Ning Zhongqing walked directly to the small building.

From the outside, the ancient wood is old and inconspicuous. Lin Xun followed him up to the second floor, and a charming beauty walked up to him. He unlocked the door of the innermost room, bowed to Ning Zhongqing and left.

The interior of the house is luxuriously decorated, and the paintings on the walls are carefully framed in gold frames.

Lin Xun fell in love with this house after just one glance, the light in his eyes was quite dazzling.

Ning Zhongqing seriously considered whether to hang a gold chain around his neck, but he stifled the idea not long after it arose.

The bed is made of warm jade, and there are only jade pillows on it, not even a quilt. Lin Xun is quite knowledgeable, and watched for a moment with admiring eyes: "Are we going to live here tonight?"

Ning Zhongqing nodded.

Lin Xun: "A room?"

Ning Zhongqing continued to nod.

Lin Xun: "But there is only one bed."

Ning Zhongqing: "I'll just sleep on the floor if I feel wronged."

Lin Xun said sincerely, "Brother Ning, thank you for your hard work."

Ning Zhongqing forced a smile, he thought that Lin Xun would invite him to sleep with him, after all, they are all men, the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes don't care about trivial matters, and some righteous brothers sleep with their feet and talk all night long.

With his back turned to him, Lin Xun tried to lie down on the bed for a while. Even without a mattress, he still felt quite comfortable. He closed his eyes and showed an expression of enjoyment: "With my friendship with Brother Ning, it doesn't matter if we sleep together."

Hope reappeared in Ning Zhongqing's eyes.

Lin Xun then said: "However, when walking in the rivers and lakes, one should guard against men but not against women."

Opening his eyes, he turned sideways and said sincerely, "It's because of the good relationship that I decided to share my experience with you."

Ning Zhongqing couldn't even keep smiling.

Lin Xun can feel that he has a little more thought for himself, but it can only be summed up in transcending the boundaries of friendship, and the current reminder is really sincere.

"If you stumble on a woman, you still have a chance to stand up." When he spoke, there were endless vicissitudes in his eyes: "But on a man, this life will be spent there."

Ning Zhongqing turned her face away with some guilt: "It sounds like the little brother is very experienced."

Lin Xun denied: "No, it's all my imagination."

"..."

The whole room suddenly fell silent, the birds on the trees outside were chirping unwillingly, but neither of the two spoke again. In the end, Ning Zhongqing was about to break the silence first, but when she turned around, she found that Lin Xun had fallen into a light sleep at some point .

Life in the small building is very peaceful. During the day, Lin Xun would eat on the first floor of the inn, and would see a few familiar faces every day. After coming, he only had a brief chat with the boss, and then left again.

Lin Xun picked up the food and didn't eat it in time. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Is your person acting too obvious?"

Those who are interested can see the clues after a little observation, and some even wear swords.

Ning Zhongqing asked for a bottle of sweet-scented osmanthus brew that had almost no alcohol taste, and poured Lin Xun a glass first: "It's only interesting to discover, Shaolin Temple is only a hundred miles away."

Lin Xun: "Leading you into the urn?"

Ning Zhongqing shook his head: "It's okay to treat others, but Master Kuzhu is suspicious by nature and won't throw himself into the trap. This move is just to tell him that I'm here."

Lin Xun pursed his lips: "This is too generous."

There was a smile in Ning Zhongqing's eyes: "The more exaggerated the better, but you have to be calm on the surface so that you can completely suppress him psychologically."

Lin Xun drank sweet-scented osmanthus rice in silence, and if someone offered him an appearance fee, he would be willing to do the same.

After a few days, he knew how much psychological pressure Ning Zhongqing was referring to. When he walked on the street, he could hear various versions of gossip, which sect's high disciple was killed, and so on.

At that time, Lin Xun was negotiating with the stall owner, listening to passers-by chatting, and almost didn't use his brain to think, he knew who wrote it.