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Chapter 118 Brief communication and conflict (please subscribe)

No matter where in the world, there are divisions of hills and regions. For example, if Zhongzhou encounters a great chaos, it will immediately be divided into south, north, southwest, northwest and other regions.

Usually when someone introduces himself when traveling far away, he will divide it according to the largest area, but when he is in his own territory, the area will be subdivided into various roads, and then each province will have its own allies and competitors.

Wen Hai is an outsider to most sects on Nanlin Road, so his arrival is not welcomed.

But Wang Ping naturally couldn't be fooled by Hongchen's obvious attempt to sow discord. He calmly stared at Wen Hai who was worshiping below. Then, he was surprised to see the monks from the Shandao Sect of Ningde Mansion actually stood up to greet Wen Hai.

Not only Wang Ping was surprised, but also the monks from other sects present were surprised. However, no one stood up and said anything on such an occasion. They just watched Wen Hai enter the seat with cold eyes.

Hongchen leaned down and continued in Wang Ping's ear: "There is a second-level weapon cultivator in Shan Dao Sect. This Daoist Friend Wen Hai has found a strong ally."

Wang Ping glanced at Hongchen and said with a smile: "It's a pity that Daozang Palace governs the world now, and even the most advanced weapon cultivators can only sit there."

Weapon cultivators are different from other monks. Their fighting power in the second level is very fierce and can deal with several ordinary second level monks. However, the process of promotion is particularly painful. Within a hundred years, not even ten people in the entire Zhongzhou can succeed.

The third realm further up... At present, the weapon cultivators in the entire spiritual world have stopped at the third realm. The weapon cultivators in this realm are all crazy!
  Everyone has arrived, but the Dharma conference has not officially started yet. Today is just a transition. After everyone met each other, they chatted some nonsense, and finally left the venue to rest and wait for the official start of the Dharma conference tomorrow.

The small courtyard where Qianmuguan rests is in the middle of a peak, where you can just see the beauty of the mountains.

As soon as the group settled down, Yuan Qing from Sanhuo Temple led his apprentice to visit, followed by Li Xingwen from Pingdongmen, and the two of them came together again.

Taoist Yucheng entertained them with good tea.

"This tea is so fragrant." Li Xingwen commented.

"My disciple accidentally discovered the tea-frying method, so I asked the tea farmers down the mountain to try making some." Taoist Yucheng explained simply.

"The taste is also very unique. It is bitter in the mouth, but has a sweet aftertaste." Yuan Qing's eyes lit up after taking a sip, and he looked at Wang Ping and said, "This tea is in line with the charm of our Taoism."

"No matter how good the charm is, it will be a waste in the hands of you Three Fire Viewers." Li Xingwen subconsciously said something.

"Okay, after all these years, are you still brooding over that little thing?"

Yucheng poured tea for the two of them while opening the solution, then looked at Yuan Qing and asked: "Your senior brother Yuan Qing made great contributions to Yongming Port last time. I have always heard that Daozang Palace intends to promote him to the second level. , why is there no news later?”

When Wang Ping heard this, he thought of Taoist Yuan Qing's appearance, and then looked at Xing Xing behind Yuan Qing. At first, he felt that Xing Xing and Taoist Yuan Qing were particularly close. He only thought that they were supported by fellow Fire Spirit monks, but he did not expect that they were from the same sect.

"Yes, but after Daozang Palace evaluated the senior brother, it felt that his success rate of promotion was too low." Yuan Qing shook his head regretfully.

When he said these words, Li Xingwen wanted to say something, but maybe he thought of something and swallowed the words back.

To ordinary Qi Practitioners, imported monks are aloof gods, but they will also face the same problems and encounters as Qi Practitioners.

"Did you two come here specially to complain to me?" Taoist Yucheng asked.

"That's it..." Yuan Qing said before Li Xingwen: "I heard that you obtained a large formation for improving root bones in a demon clan ruins?"

Taoist Yucheng glanced at the two of them and said, "Yes, there is such a thing, but it seems inappropriate to talk about it at such a time and occasion, right?"

"I was the one who was abrupt..."

Yuan Qing picked up the tea cup with some embarrassment, and Li Xingwen on the side also chose to remain silent.

...

The gate of Shanjian Courtyard.

Wang Ping sent Yuan Qing and Li Xingwen away under the leadership of Taoist Yucheng. After returning and sitting down again, Yucheng asked, "What do you think?"

"It's only a matter of time before the news leaks out. As long as they can pay the corresponding price, they might not be able to agree. Now that the situation in the world has changed in a blink of an eye, many friends have one more way out."

"That's true, but all transactions have preconditions. The current premise is because I am here at Qianmu Temple. In the future..." Taoist Yucheng stared at Wang Ping, "The future depends on you."         Yes !”

Wang Ping agreed softly.

Taoist Yucheng didn't speak anymore. He got up and found a room to rest, waiting for tomorrow's Dharma meeting.

Wang Ping picked up the boiling kettle, poured out the original tea leaves, and prepared to make tea to pass the time.

At this time, Yulian came out of his sleeve and said: "Wenhai's malice towards you is obvious. He has an earthly magic weapon next to him, which has a very strong inspiration. There is also Li Xingwen, whose soul and consciousness Almost connected to the earth, feeling a little stronger than you.”

Wang Ping calmly listened to Yu Lian's information and said, "Can't you be more courageous?"

"This is my instinct, it's not a matter of courage." Yu Lian retorted, climbed onto the tea table, pointed at the tea cup and said, "Give me a cup too."

At this time, Liu Shuang walked out of the room next to him and said to Wang Ping: "Master, I have some friends in Sanhe Temple and I want to visit them first."

"Well, let's go."

Wang Ping waved his hand generously.

As soon as Liu Shuang left, Liang Tao also walked out of his house, with two disciples behind him, and said: "Uncle, I made an appointment with two Taoist friends from Sanhe Temple to go hiking and drink together."

"Okay, don't stay drunk, you understand?"

"Yes!"

Watching Liang Tao's leaving figure, Wang Ping felt a flash of envy in his heart. Then he calmly made tea and chatted wordlessly with Yu Lian.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark.

Liang Tao came back first smelling of alcohol, followed by Liu Shuang. When she walked into the yard, Wang Ping felt that she was very angry and asked, "What happened to you?"

"I was about to report to Master..."

Liu Shuang saluted and said: "When two Taoist friends from Sanhe Temple and I were sparring in the martial arts training ground, we were provoked by Shandaomen, and then a conflict broke out. During the competition, I failed to contain my emotions and knocked them out. A disciple’s left arm is broken.”

"... "

Wang Ping frowned slightly and asked, "Did they initiate the provocation?"

Liu Shuang nodded, "Yes!"

"Okay, it's okay. You can go back and rest first."

Liu Shuang was stunned. She thought the master would teach her a lesson for not cultivating her mind enough, and at least she would be punished by writing the "Jingxin Jue" ten times, but she didn't expect to let her go so lightly.

"What do you think is going on?" Wang Ping asked Yu Lian after Liu Shuang returned to the room.

"I don't know, do you want me to teach them a lesson?"

"No, it's not us who suffer anyway. Let's see what they are going to do first."

This is Sanhe Temple. It would be very simple for Wang Ping to really embarrass Dan Daomen, but if he does so, he will probably hit the target.

While he was thinking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard door.

He was not a disciple of the Shan Dao Sect, they were not that stupid. He was Guangxuan, who was wearing Taoist robes. He stopped politely in front of the two Qi practitioners guarding the courtyard gate.

(End of this chapter)