Chapter 523 – The Master, the Second Brother and the Drunkard
Chapter 523: Master, Second Brother and Drunkard
Facts proved that the number of outstanding talents is still extremely small, the real genius martial artist is less than a hundred, the town’s eighteen sects deposed 30,000 to 50,000 people, and the only two streets were crowded to the brim.
Without the path of the eighteen sects, the Houtian martial artists naturally find another way out, and most of them don’t feel that they are weak to where they are, they think that they are just born at the wrong time, and there is still unlimited hope in the future.
This kind of self delusion will accompany them for the rest of their lives, “Do not deceive the young poor, do not deceive the middle-aged poor, do not deceive the old poor, the dead is the greatest” circle, no one can escape!
Therefore, most of the martial artists spontaneously organized a place called “mutual market” to exchange what they need with each other in order to seek the future.
Xin Zhuo did not have half interest, with a small yellow walking alone, look a little depressed.
Life and death so many years, really, suddenly lost their way.
“Xiao Huang, where to go from here? Give you two roads, go to Great Zhou to do the emperor to enjoy the happiness, or go to the longevity village seclusion, you choose?”
“Oo……” Little Yellow rolled his three white eyes and looked up at him with aggravation.
“What the heck what bullshit eighteen clans, did they really discover my heavenly talent qualification? Do they really know geniuses? Do they really know what single physique means? It’s really a fox and a tiger, the great river of spring water flows eastward, a pear blossom presses down on a begonia, two-faced and three-faced, the Year of the Rabbit is very auspicious!”
Not far away came a burst of disgruntled angry curses, idioms used in a messy way, obviously words were not in the right place, but you could clearly feel the general meaning and a surge of anger he was trying to express.
The voice was familiar.
Xin Zhuo subconsciously looked at the past, is a square face, triangular eyes, the male dressed, less than thirty years old youth, a bright yellow brocade coat is very dazzling.
This face is familiar, seems to be …… a brother Shangguan Fanqing?
This person has not been seen for many years, unexpectedly met here?
Idle is also idle, Xin Zhuo was about to go over to say hello, Shangguan Fanqing blinked disappeared.
At this time only to hear someone on the other side of the loud roar: “Everyone look here!”
This roar was like a thunderbolt from the ground, startling the blackened martial artists on half of the street to turn their heads to look.
Only to see this person is a middle-aged man, with an eight beard, big belly as if pregnant with a baby in August, a dirty green robe, small eyes dribbling around, looks very lewd.
Some people are aware of him, and can not help but say: “Isn’t this the storyteller from Qiaotou? What kind of pussyfooting are you doing again? The matter of the eighteen sects accepting disciples has already ended, you want to earn silver from people like me again, I’m afraid it’s a fool’s dream!”
“All of you have misunderstood!”
Mr. Storyteller smiled faintly: “You are all geniuses, the pearl of truth, it is that the eighteen sects do not have the ability to recognize people, since you have come, how can you make a trip for nothing?
Not to be deceived, in my clan, although it is no match for the eighteen sects, but it is also a proper ancient sects, the establishment of the clan has been …… more than 10,000 years, although the reputation is not obvious, but the depth of the bottom is extremely deep, huh, my home is out of the saints!”
The crowd was quiet for a moment, someone asked excitedly: “There are such sects, may I ask what is the name?”
Mr. Storyteller coldly said: “Ritian Sect! I’m not talented, I’m Duan Dapeng, the head teacher of Ritian Sect, I’m only one line short of Yin Void realm, I’m invincible in the same realm, if you all join my sect, not to mention the other things, you’ll be able to fly to the sky in the future, there’s absolutely no problem!”
The crowd was quiet once again for a moment, then they cursed and dispersed. This asshole is a liar, is “Ri Tian Sect” a proper sect name? Crazy!
“Gentlemen! Everyone!”
That storyteller Mr. Duan Dapeng face anxious, “What I said is true, the name of the Ritian Zong although it is not elegant, but it is really the ancestor Ritian saint personally, tens of thousands of years of the clan, the bottom of the extremely ……”
“Don’t say it! I go!”
On the side there is a bearded and sloppy, drunken-eyed man, carrying a wine gourd, said in a daze.
Duan Dapeng looked surprised and looked this person up and down: “Oh? Your Excellency is indeed discerning, knowing the extraordinary nature of my Ritian Sect!”
“Don’t think too much!” The drunkard shook his head and said: “I, Wine Swordsman Li Wumian, have suffered all my life, I am poor, many of my confidantes have abandoned me, the eighteen sects don’t accept me, even a dog in front of the door looks down on me, it is also a sin to live on earth!
I might as well die in this Ridgeland Sect of yours, there are people to bury me after I die, so I won’t end up being eaten by wild dogs!”
“……”
Mr. Storyteller sighed, “Actually, we’re called the Ri Tian Sect!”
“Is there any difference between Ritian and Ridian?” Li Wumian asked.
“It seems …… like there is no difference.” Duan Dapeng sighed once again and said in a deep voice again, “Very well, since you are so discerning, I will take you in!”
At this time, Xin Zhuo gave up looking for Shangguan Fanqing and was about to leave, but then he saw him scratching his scalp and cursing as he walked out from one of the opposite corners, looked up and saw him, first stunned, then rejoiced, and rushed in with a scurrying head : “Second brother! Is that you? You and I haven’t seen each other for many years!”
Xin Zhuo laughed: “How have you been these years?”
In all seriousness, the last time the two met was four or five years ago at the Taiping Palace’s “Tower of Heavenly Fulfillment”, where Xin Zhuo used a puppet to suppress the geniuses of the various sects and families under the Great Zhou Heaven, and Shangguan Fanqing was among them, only that Shangguan Fanqing recognized him, but he didn’t recognize Shangguan Fanqing at that time.
“It’s a long story!” Shangguan Fanqing looked up to the sky and sighed, “My mother died long ago, my father died the year before last when he went off the deep end, I had no status or backstage in the Tianji Pavilion, I was bullied daily, it was really boring, so I took my personal maid, Haitang, and traveled far away from home.
Just now, Haitang was accepted by the Leiyin Temple as an inner disciple, I was deposed, they said that I am the ancient supreme yang true body, this life can’t absorb the yin of heaven and earth into the yin virtual realm, and can’t break the body, don’t want me.
Now I am desperate, there is no way out, dark flowers and a village, handsome and dashing ……”
“So it is!” Xin Zhuo patted his shoulder.
With this pat, Shangguan Fanqing’s tears were coming down: “Second brother, I’ll follow you from now on, you and I will be both male and female, and wander the world!”
“Both of us are men, it’s impossible for us to be androgynous.” Xin Zhuo reminded.
Shangguan Fanqing was about to speak, that Li Wumian’s eyes lit up, striding over and burping: “The two brothers and sisters have been separated for many years, are they still well?”
This Li Wumian was exactly the elder brother who met at the Autumn Palace Pavilion when the Spirit Sword Sect seduced the elder sister and mother, and later Xin Zhuo encountered him once more at a certain dart board, and had no further interactions since then.
Shangguan Fanqing glanced at him, his eyes were not his eyes and nose was not his nose: “Do you have something to do?”
Li Wumian hiccuped again: “Nothing, I just think that it’s not fate to meet with the two of you at this time after knowing each other back then for a long time. Why don’t you two bury me? I’ve lived long enough!”
“The first time Laozi encountered this kind of neurotic like request, this is really ……”
Shangguan Fanqing said solemnly, “It’s idle to send charcoal in the snow, I’ll fulfill you.”
Picked up Li Wumian and left.
One dares to say, one dares to do.
“This brother!”
That storyteller Duan Dapeng immediately stopped Shangguan Fanqing and looked at Xin Zhuo, “I see that the two of you are extraordinary in their martial arts and are not extraordinary people, how can you not be doing nothing and be a step behind others in this world of great struggle? Why don’t you join my Ritian Sect to cultivate, how about it?”
Shangguan Fanqing put down Li Wumian, looked at Xin Zhuo and asked, “Where is your sect?”
Duan Dapeng straightened his sleeves: “White Spirit Mountain!”
Shangguan Fanqing’s face was grim, and he considered for a while before asking : “Do you manage food? Is there meat?”
“Tube enough!”
“How many people are there in your sect?”
“Heh.” Duan Dapeng smiled coldly and stretched out a finger.
Shangguan Fanqing said, “One hundred?”
Duan Dapeng shook his head.
Shangguan Fanqing said, “One thousand?”
Duan Dapeng still shook his head.
Shangguan Fanqing swallowed his saliva: “Ten thousand?”
Duan Dapeng nodded his head in a cryptic manner.
Shangguan Fanqing couldn’t help but look at Xin Zhuo: “Second brother, this is a big sect!”
Xin Zhuo frowned, he felt that this storyteller was a bit strange, call him nonsense, his insight is still there, after all, yesterday’s claims were right on the money, to say that he’s reliable is obviously looking up to him too much.
Duan Dapeng took the opportunity to add fire: “My Ritian Sect has been established for more than ten thousand years, and the mountain gate is full of ancient relics and exotic animals. Disciples can enter, can soar, and …… my Ritian Sect is located in a unique place, just in the middle of the Lingyun Sect, Haotian Sect, XuanTian Sword Sect, Acacia Sacred Sect, and Thunder Sound Temple, it can be said that the left and right are in the middle!”
“Such a good place to go, how can you pull disciples on the streets? I’m afraid your words won’t even fool a child.”
Shangguan Fanqing pondered for a moment, “But it’s just right for us, let’s go!”
Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment, he was also somewhat moved, firstly, it was a 10,000 year old sect, even if it fell into disrepair, it was always possible to sacrifice the spirit to manipulate it a bit, and secondly, it was close enough to Lao Miang and the others to look after them.
(End of chapter)