Chapter 93: Capture Lady Ning and bring her to Blackwood Cliff

"You are too kind, Hall Master. Pingyang is neither a river nor a lake. It is at most a pond. Dragons are unwilling to live there, and the shrimp soldiers and crab generals are just calling themselves kings."

Being humble may not necessarily make you progress, but it usually makes others happy.

Tong Baixiong stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "You are going to Guanzhong to take charge of the branch altar. The 800-li Qinchuan is a land of heroes and heroes. They have used the power of martial arts since ancient times. If they succeed, they will dominate the world. If they fail, they will commit suicide by slashing their throats in the Wujiang River. That place should not be a pond, right?"

Seeing Tong Baixiong personally promise him the position of incense master of the Guanzhong branch, Zhang Yu finally felt relieved.

He became more humble and respectful: "I am a subordinate with limited knowledge and talent. I am in charge of the teaching affairs in Guanzhong. I still need the guidance of the hall master and Brother Qi."

Tong Baixiong nodded slightly. A person's true character can be seen from his wealth or poverty. Zhang Yu was able to remain humble and not impetuous, which showed that he was not a frivolous person. In the future, he might really become another powerful leader under Fenglei Hall.

"There are many martial arts sects in Guanzhong, and knife-wielding bandits are rampant on the Tongguan Road, but the first to bear the brunt is undoubtedly the mortal enemy of the Divine Sect, one of the Five Mountains Sword Sects, Huashan, the Western Peak."

When Zhang Yu heard the name of Huashan Sect, a strange look appeared on his face.

Qi Queqiao laughed and said, "The head of Huashan, Yue Buqun, is a famous hypocrite in the martial arts world. However, his wife Ning Zhongze is a true heroine, and it is said that she is both talented and beautiful."

"Brother Zhang, if you have time, bring Madam Ning to Blackwood Cliff and perform a few sword dances. Wouldn't that be praised by the world? It will definitely greatly enhance the prestige of our Divine Religion."

Zhang Yu looked at Qi Queqiao with an awkward but polite smile on his face, but a thousand magical animals were galloping through his heart.

Not to mention his relationship with Yue Lingshan, just thinking of Qi Queqiao's nonchalant words "When you have time, bring Madam Ning to Heimu Cliff", he felt like a catfish spirit.

That was the female hero Ning who later realized the "unparalleled and unrivaled Ning's sword". When it comes to sword talent, she is definitely not inferior to Yue Buqun.

Even if he had mastered martial arts, passed five gates and killed six generals, and climbed to the Jade Maiden Peak, and snatched away her mother Ning Zhongze in front of Yue Lingshan in public, the scene was too beautiful to think about.

Zhang Yu chuckled and said, "Brother Qi is right. If it weren't on my way, I really want to capture Shaolin Fangzheng, Wudang Chongxu, and Songshan Zuo Lengchan and bring them back to Black Wood Cliff."

Tong Baixiong burst into laughter when he heard this. He only knew that Qi Queqiao was always unruly. The two of them had a close relationship. It seemed that they really had the same taste and loved to brag.

However, a real man should dare to think and act. If he is timid and doesn't even dare to brag, what can he accomplish in the religion?

Tong Baixiong was very pleased in his heart.

"Brother Zhang is very courageous. When the time comes, let Fangzheng ring the bell, Chongxu practice boxing, and praise Zuo Lengchan for breaking a rock with his chest. As for Yue Buqun, he is only fit to make an ugly face, do somersaults, and hold a gong to ask for money."

Qi Queqiao's ability to make jokes and jokes has been cultivated for at least fifty years.

Tong Baixiong put down his teacup and waved his hand to stop the two people who were talking more and more out of line.

"My dear nephew, in the Guanzhong martial arts world, the Huashan Sect is considered the leader of the so-called righteous sect, but you don't have to worry too much."

"Yue Buqun is known as the Gentleman Sword. I don't know if he is just trying to gain fame or is really pedantic. He has an empty reputation but cannot truly unify the forces in Guanzhong. Those righteous people are nothing but a pile of scattered sand."

"Apart from Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, the Huashan Sect only has six or seven direct disciples and a few ordinary disciples, but they are not worth mentioning."

"When you first go to Guanzhong, you can temporarily avoid the limelight and act in secret. After you have united the old members of Yunshuitang, the hall will also send experts over."

"As long as we can contain the Huashan Sect firmly in Guanzhong, the Hengshan Sect is far away in Sanxiang. The Hengshan Sect is just a group of hairless old nuns. The Taishan Sect is watched by Changjing Island and Tianhe Gang. The Five Mountains Sword Sect will only have the Songshan Sect left. It will be easy to deal with them."

Zhang Yu quickly complimented him, "Thank you for your advice, Master. Such good advice has cleared up the fog in my eyes. With your advice, I will definitely be able to fulfill my mission in Guanzhong."

Tong Baixiong nodded slightly and continued.

"The Five Mountains Sword Sects are not small-time characters like the Dragon Scale Society. Even if the Huashan Sect has declined, it should not be underestimated. It is the great enemy of the Divine Religion for a hundred years. The brothers and sisters in the sect have ancestors who died on Huashan Mountain. The blood feud is deep and unforgettable. You must establish merits for the Huashan Sect before you can truly establish prestige in the sect."

"The Eastern Sect Leader only recruits people based on their talents. Now, half of the twelve halls have vacancies. Soon, they will recruit young people on a large scale. Zhang Yu, you must seize the opportunity."

Zhang Yu showed joy on his face, and said with a cupped hand: "It is all thanks to the cultivation of the hall master. I will go through fire and water for you without hesitation."

Tong Baixiong glanced at Qi Queqiao who was drinking tea with his head down and said, "Queqiao, you too."

Qi Queqiao had already been the incense master. At the beginning of the year, Tong Baixiong recommended him to be the elder of the hall to assist in handling the affairs of Fenglei Hall. All those below the elder of the hall could be directly appointed by the hall master and reported to Heimu Cliff.

Only the deputy hall master and hall master, these high-ranking officials in the sect need to be appointed by Chengde Hall.

As for the ten elders, the left and right envoys of light, and the deputy leader, according to the old rules, they not only need the nomination and approval of the leader, but also the approval of more than two-thirds of the high-level officials in the church. Only those with great military achievements and great prestige can be appointed.

It was not easy for Dongfang Bubai to go against the rules, so he could only find another way to deal with Yang Lianting, and create a position for him as the chief steward of Chengde Hall.

Qi Queqiao smiled and said, “Brother Zhang, why don’t you ask the hall master to give a name to the Guanzhong branch altar.”

The incense master in the hall is in charge of a certain place, and it is customary for the hall master to grant the name of the sub-altar.

There was a deeper meaning behind Qi Queqiao's words. He was worried that there might be some changes in Zhang Yu's appointment. So letting Tong Baixiong personally grant the title was like providing a layer of protection, and he couldn't take back his decision.

Zhang Yu hurriedly asked Tong Baixiong for a title.

Tong Baixiong nodded slightly, thought for a moment and said, "You were originally from Yunshui Hall, so you took the character Yun. Later, you entered my Fenglei Hall. Wind and thunder gave birth to rain, so you took the character Yu."

Zhang Yu glanced at Qi Queqiao and thought to himself that something was wrong.

Tong Baixiong continued: "It not only shows that you have not forgotten your mentor, but also shows that you will make new progress. You have to take both into account."

"So, why not just call it... Yunyutan, what do you think?"

Zhang Yu was disheartened, but he showed great joy: "Yunyutang, a very good name, just what I want. The master is very cultured."

Tong Baixiong nodded slightly. This boy is good at both literature and martial arts, and he speaks well. He stroked his long beard and taught: "The way of culture lies in persistent accumulation. I am also a warrior, but I still insist on studying. Although I don't have any official title, I should be able to pass the examination and become a juren based on my understanding of the Four Books and Five Classics."

Zhang Yu was very dissatisfied with the name of 'Yunyutan'. It was not domineering at all. On the contrary, in some aspects, it was more straightforward and explicit than 'Qianhonglou' and 'Lichunyuan'. People who didn't know would think that they were organizing a group to go to Guanzhong for pleasure.

Tong Baixiong's ability to name things is truly hopeless.

"Go back and wait for a moment. Your appointment document and badge will be delivered to you soon."

Zhang Yu nodded and said yes, but he felt that he had heard the last sentence before.

The two walked out of the gate of Tong Mansion. The bright moon was rising and a few night owls flew quickly through the sky. After passing a street, they could faintly hear the sound of stringed instruments from Qianhong Tower in the east.

Seeing Zhang Yu silent and thoughtful, Qi Queqiao thought he was still worried about the Yunyutan matter, so he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother Zhang, be more open-minded. It's just a name. Why are you so depressed?"

Zhang Yu shook his head slightly. He was not thinking about this matter. Tong Baixiong's words just now revealed a fact.

As the incense master of the Sun and Moon Sect, he entered the Guanzhong martial arts world and was an enemy rather than a friend of the Huashan Sect. He didn't know how they would face each other when they met again.

Qi Queqiao chuckled and said, "Brother, I think you are still a virgin, right? How about I invite you to Qianhonglou... to have some meat."

"Forget it. Brother Qi has a family, so why do you always hang out in those brothels?"

"Alas, as the saying goes, if you don't go whoring and gambling, you are unworthy of being a man. Besides, my wife, who comes from a scholarly family, is also very reserved and polite in the boudoir, saying that every move is subject to the etiquette of the saints and is watched by the gods. It's very boring. For Xiao Qizi's studies, she lives in her father-in-law's house in the capital for eight months a year. Although I have a wife, I am like a widower."

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Brother Qi, you should cherish your wife."

"You haven't gotten married yet, why do you look so young? Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask you, what did Madam Shen ask you to do last time at Qianhonglou?"

"What else can we do? We just drank a pot of tea and talked about some poetry and music."

"Poetry and rhythm? I don't know that either."

Qi Queqiao stopped and thought for a moment. When he looked up again, Zhang Yu was already walking towards Taiping Inn, so he hurriedly chased after him.

"Brother Zhang, do you think it's too late for me to learn now?"

(End of this chapter)

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