Chapter 171 Who should I answer to?
In the north of the New Territories, there is a small, simple pavilion hidden in the mountains, almost blending in with the mountains and forests. It is difficult to recognize it unless you look carefully.
Nangong Baixing sat under the eaves, quietly looking at the mountains in the distance that had been shrouded in rain and fog and became blurry, and there seemed to be a layer of moisture in his eyes.
Opposite him, there were several people standing, all dressed in black. The leader looked very old.
There are scattered age spots on his face, and his eyes are sunken, like a pair of beads that cannot emit light.
Nangong Baixing crossed his legs together, nodded the teacup in his hand a few more times, and then pushed the teacup in front of the man.
"Please!"
The leader, the old man, clasped two fingers on the table, held the tea cup with three fingers, and drank the hot tea in one gulp.
Then he put down the tea cup and frowned, "Darcissus? Senior brother, I remember that you didn't like to drink this kind of small local tea before. You thought it had an earthy smell, was unclean, and the tea residue was fine."
Nangong Baixing didn't speak, but stretched out the teacup and poured another cup.
"Please!"
The old man glanced at him and picked up the teacup in the same posture as before. He moved the corner of his mouth and swallowed even the foam.
Putting down the cup again, he exhaled a breath of hot air and said: "Senior brother, those two in Qintian Prison are juniors. You can ignore them, but you can also turn a blind eye to those old monsters behind them?"
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Nangong Baixing still didn't speak and added another cup of steaming hot tea.
"Three please!"
Now even the man in black behind him couldn't stand still and was about to step forward.
The old man raised his hand gently, and the people behind him stopped immediately as if they had received some order, not even daring to take a breath.
He glanced at Nangong Baixing strangely again, "This is the last cup. Senior brother, you know that my stomach has not been very good since I was a child, and I cannot drink strong tea."
When he put down the teacup again, Nangong Baixing finally spoke.
"Zhuge Jin, you are the youngest among our brothers. I heard that you have been in the south of the Yangtze River for these years, working for the court to suppress the luck in Sanjiangkou. How come you have time to come to Hong Kong Island to visit relatives?"
Zhuge Jin gave a bitter smile and said: "Senior brother, please stop teasing me. You know, I am an orphan and grew up eating the food of hundreds of families. If Master hadn't taken pity on me and took me into the mountain gate, I would have been killed." People are bullied badly.”
"Oh, then you are an orphan yourself, so you should know the suffering of orphans. Why do you lead a large group of people all the way to bully another orphan?"
Nangong Baixing changed from his leisurely look just now, put one hand on the table, leaned forward, and stared at Zhuge Jin.
Somehow, with the flamboyant beard and long hair, Zhuge Jin always felt that this was a lion in its prime putting its head in front of him and smelling its own scent, which made him breathe hard.
After Nangong Baixing leaned back on his seat, the nervous feeling finally dissipated, and Zhuge Jin was able to take a deep breath.
"Senior brother, Li Chonghu stole the Heavenly Master's Order Sword and ruined the fate of the Northern Sect for thirty years. Li Zhixiong is his son. It is only natural that the father's debt should be repaid by the son. I always need to give them an explanation."
After a pause, he carefully observed Nangong Baixing, and then said: "As Maoshan Celestial Master, if you interfere in the grudges between Qin Tianjian and the Li family, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain it, right?"
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The expression on Nangong Baixing's face suddenly changed. Although there was no emotional ups and downs, his clothes were all in full swing, his beard and hair were flying, and his overall aura was very frightening.
"Explain? Who should I, a cultivator, answer to? If anyone is dissatisfied with my position as Maoshan Heavenly Master, he can take it back as he pleases." Zhuge Jin choked at his words and couldn't help but feel something coming from behind. I was sweating a little and my palms were damp.
Nangong Baixing lowered his head and started washing the tea tray again, seeming to have forgotten what happened just now.
He said calmly: "Ah Jin, when you led Yitou Master to judge the incident at Maoshan Mountain Gate, if the master hadn't turned a blind eye and let you go, do you think it would have relied on those so-called elders you mentioned? , Imperial Master, can I protect you?”
Zhuge Jin's old face turned red and white. After a while, he cleared his throat and said awkwardly: "Brother, these are two different things."
"No, this is the same thing. The principles are the same all over the world. Li Chonghu's own mistakes cost him his own life. There is no point in worrying about this matter anymore."
As if coming to a conclusion on this matter, Nangong Baixing folded his hands together like a leisurely little old man.
"Your Qintian prison is also quite chaotic. In addition to your group, there are two groups of people here, each doing their own thing. One group is looking for Feng Shui corpses, and the other group is arresting Li Zixiong. If you are willing to cooperate sincerely, today you There’s no need to sit here and chat with me.”
Zhuge Jin sighed, shook his head and said: "Brother, the things here are so complicated that they are trivial."
Nangong Baixing smiled and said: "I didn't intend to ask you to explain clearly, because I am not interested in the nonsense inside."
"The same goes for the Heavenly Master's Command Sword. That thing doesn't even count as a certificate. What can you do with it? Give orders to the heroes. Believe it or not, even if you slap the Command Sword in other people's faces, no Taoist priest will listen. Yours? It’s just a symbol. What are you fighting for?”
"With the command sword, you are naturally a Taoist heavenly master. Without the command sword, others will not recognize you? What is important is the person, not an object. Do you understand?"
As he spoke, he poured the old tea leaves into the tea dregs bucket aside and replaced it with new tea.
"Everything must have a degree, just like making tea. It will be too astringent if it is hastily, and it will be too bitter if it is too long. What we do is to make it just right."
"Just right." He read these four words again, "Whether it is the means or the timing, it is not the best right now."
Zhuge Jin said in confusion: "Then what do you want me to do, senior brother?"
Nangong Baixing glanced out the window, the world was gray.
"Go back. Leave now and take your people back to the north. As long as I live for a day, you will not be allowed to set foot on Hong Kong Island."
He glanced at Zhuge Jin again, with pity in his eyes, "You have been wallowing in the world for too long. You are obviously the youngest among the brothers, but now you look much older than me."
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Zhuge Jin smiled and said, "Brother, you are successful in cultivation and your energy is restrained. This is incomparable to me."
After saying that, he stood up and left. As soon as Nangong Baixing spoke, he gave him ten courages, and he did not dare to stay in Hong Kong Island for another day.
"Wait."
Nangong Baixing stopped him again, "When did you become so ignorant of the rules?"
Zhuge Jin gave another wry smile, picked up the hot tea that Nangong Baixing put on the table, and drank it in one gulp.
"Hey, when did it change to Longjing?"
"I know you like to drink, so I made it specially for you."
Zhuge Jin's eyes suddenly turned red, "Brother, we haven't seen each other in thirty years."
(End of chapter)