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Chapter 50 Departure (Please collect and read)

After listening to his master's words, Wang Ping didn't worry too much about his own safety. After all, he had armor talismans and military talismans placed by Taoist Yucheng. These two talismans could help him fight against the first-level monks.

What he is really worried about is his disciples. If he really has a fight or two with Baishuimen, his disciples will definitely be killed or injured!
  Three days have passed unknowingly, and there is still an endless stream of people coming to the temple to see their wounds, some of them from other prefectures. Due to the long time, many of these people's wounds have become inflamed.

In addition, the mosquito miasma in the south was already abundant, which almost led to a small-scale infectious disease. In the end, Wang Ping took action and used the 'Aoki Technique' to eliminate the virus and treat some patients who were about to die.

After being busy until the afternoon, when Wang Ping was about to go back to the dojo on the top of the mountain to rest, a boy ran over and reported: "Uncle, there is an envoy from Daozang Hall, waiting for you in the main hall of the inner courtyard."

coming!

Wang Ping's eyes flashed, and he cast a 'Cleaning Technique' on himself with his hand pinch magic technique. Yu Lian woke up from her wrist when the magic essence flowed, and swung her body on Wang Ping's arm. She seemed very happy. Then he stared at the boy with a pair of vertical pupils, making the boy feel terrified.

Inner courtyard hall.

As soon as Wang Ping walked in, he heard Zhao Qing's hearty laughter, and then he saw a middle-aged man sitting at the front left under the portrait of Taichu Great Heavenly Lord right in front of him. He had a big beard, wore a gray short shirt that was convenient for riding, and his hair was There is no crown, just tied together with a hemp rope.

"Brother!"

Zhao Qing saw Wang Ping and immediately stood up to greet him.

The waiting guests also turned their heads. When they saw Wang Ping, they immediately stood up and clasped their fists. When he stood up, the wooden identity tag around his waist immediately fell into Wang Ping's eyes.

After Zhao Qing introduced the guest, the guest clasped his fists and said: "Taoist Master Changqing..." As he spoke, he took out a gray-white bamboo fragment from his arms, "This is the recruitment document of Daozang Palace. Please take a look..."

Wang Ping did not take it immediately.

The guest was stunned for a moment, then took off his ID tag and handed it out, "This is my ID tag!"

"kindness!"

Wang Ping first took the identity tag and injected a trace of true energy into it, then he sensed the mark of the Daozang Hall inside, as well as the simple projection of the person in front of him.

After confirming that there was no problem, Wang Ping took the so-called 'recruitment document'.

The content was the same as what Taoist Yucheng told him a few days ago, which was to ask him to rush to the government office in Sanwen County, Ning'an Prefecture within five days, and at the same time bring at least fifteen Qi practitioners there.

"My mission is completed, I'll take my leave first!"

"Taoist Master, walk slowly..."

Zhao Qing enthusiastically sent the guest out of the hall, then all the way to the gate, and finally gave him some broken silver as tea money. When he returned to the hall, Wang Ping had not left yet.

"Trouble?" Zhao Qing asked.

"See for yourself." Wang Ping handed the bamboo piece to Zhao Qing, then turned around and sat down on a chair casually.

Zhao Qing naturally sat down near Wang Ping. After a moment, he raised his head and asked, "Is it because of the incident at Yongming Port?"

After so many days, everyone who needs to know about Yongming Port, except the common people at the bottom, has learned about it. In two days at most, everyone in the capital will know about it.

"Yes!" Wang Ping nodded.

"Very troublesome?"

"No, the matter decided by Daozang Palace, a little corpse cannot transform into the light of a firefly."

"Then this is a good thing!"

Wang Ping looked at Zhao Qing seriously, "What do you think?"

"Since it is a mission destined to win, aren't the people who go there all gold-plated?" Zhao Qing met Wang Ping's gaze, "Of course, I also know that the gold-plating this time must be extraordinary. After all, there are hundreds of thousands of unknown corpse soldiers. , if there really is a fight, casualties will definitely be inevitable, plus other sects are grabbing the credit..." At this point, Zhao Qing suddenly stood up and said, "I have to make arrangements as soon as possible. Our Qianmuguan is definitely not the only sect recruited this time. Let's make arrangements. It’s too late, and we might not even have a place to sleep when we get to Sanwen County... I’ll go and be back.”

Zhao Qing left in a hurry and came back quickly.

Wang Ping asked Zhao Qing to sit down and told him some things about Baishuimen.

After hearing this, Zhao Qing slapped the table and said, "I'm just talking about why Baishuimen always has trouble with our business. I thought it was just business competition, but I didn't expect that there is such a relationship. In this case... this action should really be considered in the long term. .”

There are currently [-] successful qi practitioners in Qianmu Temple, and only a dozen people are in the marrow-cleansing realm, and most of them are third-generation disciples. Some of the fourth-generation disciples have not even learned basic spells yet.

The two brothers discussed for half an hour, and finally selected twenty-five people, twenty of whom were Qi practitioners who were good at fighting, and five were selected from the Alchemy Academy, who were good at treating internal injuries and studying corpse poison.

"These people are just on the surface. Secretly, I will select more than a dozen good players and arrange some Jianghu people... Don't worry, I have been in charge of the inner courtyard for many years. I have many other things to say, but I have learned a little about conspiracy."

Zhao Qing said with a smile: "It may not be able to cause any substantial damage to Bai Shuimen, but it will definitely be enough to preserve our own strength!"

"Jianghu? Can you trust him?" Wang Ping asked.

"I won't tell them the specific situation. Don't worry, I know it!"

After the matter was decided, Wang Ping ordered Liang Tao, the deacon of the Wuyuan Academy, to take his disciples to Sanwen County to lead the battle. Wang Ping led the large army to set off early the next morning according to the plan, and Zhao Qing was responsible for commanding the manpower behind the scenes.

Before traveling, Wang Ping went to Taoist Yucheng's small courtyard to report on the plan. When she returned to the mountain top ashram, Liu Shuang had been waiting for a long time. As expected, she asked to follow Wang Ping to Sanwen County.

Liu Shuang said: "Master, for this mission, several senior uncles have sent their disciples, but our lineage has not shown any expression. It is unjustifiable no matter how you look at it. From now on, my junior brother and I will not be able to hold our heads up in the temple!"

"Junior Brother You is getting married next month..."

"If you have anything to do, you can ask Master."

The task given to Taoist Yucheng by Daozang Hall is to guard Shang'an Mansion to prevent unexpected things from happening. From this arrangement, it can be seen that the people above are more cautious about this matter than Wang Ping imagined.

In the end, Wang Ping agreed to Liu Shuang's request.

What Liu Shuang said was right. If she and Yang Ziping didn't go this time, neither of them would be able to raise their heads and behave in the audience for a long time.

Down the mountain...

As soon as he walked out of the market, Wang Ping saw a huge dark pit on the official road outside the market. It was caused by the aftermath of the fight between two three-level monks a few days ago. Laborers recruited from the county were cleaning the pit.

This emergency damaged many measures to prevent typhoons in Yongshan County. The county government had to collect corvees during the busy farming season. As a result, the output of farmers at the end of the year would definitely be reduced, but the taxes paid by the court would not be reduced.

"Master, when can I become a monk in the third realm?" Liu Shuang asked softly. She was considering different issues from Wang Ping.

"As long as you practice hard, you will be able to do it one day."

"Oh!" Liu Shuang looked a little disappointed. His dark eyes stared at the pit for a long time. He even looked back a few times when he was far away.

"Her mood is sometimes low and sometimes high!" Yu Lian wrapped her arms around Wang Ping, leaning her head on Wang Ping's face, looking at Liu Shuang motionlessly with her eyes.

Wang Ping paused in his brisk walking, turned to look at Liu Shuang, and feeling the emotions of the other disciples, he said: "Each of you has your own way. As long as you practice with concentration and successfully build the foundation before you are a hundred years old, you will have success." One day I will become a mystic monk, take this step, and the third realm is not impossible!"

The young disciples of the fourth generation were full of energy after hearing these words, while most of the disciples of the third generation had expressionless faces, and some even looked back at the dark pit that was already blurry.

Time will make many people change their minds. When a person thinks about the same thing as a teenager, young adult, middle-aged or old, he will have different results and feelings. Building a foundation for a hundred years sounds simple, but how many people actually stick to it?

What's more... there are also limitations of the bones.

(End of this chapter)