Chapter 250 Question
“Leader Jiang, I want to ask you two questions, is it okay?”
This sentence seemed to be a little beyond Jiang Baichuan’s expectations. He tilted his head slightly and looked. He looked at Fu Qingzhou, looking a little lost.
The fight in the lobby of the inn ended, and everyone went back to their rooms and dispersed. No one noticed that the white-haired, childlike old man standing upstairs chatting was actually the leader of the Wulin Alliance Jiang.
Tang Jiao wanted to run upstairs to talk to Fu Qingzhou, but was stopped by the shopkeeper. After a few exchanges, her face immediately wrinkled.
The shopkeeper was holding an abacus in his hand, making a crackling sound, pointing at the broken tables and plates, and speaking quickly. Tang Jiao sighed, lowered her head helplessly, and followed him, obviously wanting to Lost money...
"Leader Jiang?" Fu Qingzhou looked at Jiang Baichuan and asked with a smile, "Can I ask?"
Jiang Baichuan finally came back to his senses and nodded lightly: "Ask Right."
"That junior is offended."
Fu Qingzhou bowed to him: "It's just that these two issues have been weighing on my mind for more than a month, and it's a bit uncomfortable - first. This question is about the Qianlong Hundred Heroes Club.”
"Leader, you cannot be unaware of the disturbances that Qianlong Post may cause...Why didn't you take any measures before I gave Brother Hua some advice?"
"If Brother Hua was not aware of this problem, Or if I don’t give Brother Hua advice, won’t this conference be a failure?”
Jiang Baichuan smiled softly.
He patted the railing and said calmly: "If it's smashed, it's smashed, so what?"
Fu Qingzhou was slightly startled.
"The Wulin Alliance is indeed my hard work." Jiang Baichuan said calmly: "Now I still want to make the Wulin Alliance's hundred-foot club head a step forward... But, I have already opened the fifth level of the cave."
"If one day I want to point my sword at Xuan Xing, I must first put aside all worldly affairs and escape into seclusion."
"At that time, the Wulin Alliance can only be left to Wuying to take care of it."
His eyes were far-reaching and he said leisurely: "If he can't do these things well, the Martial Arts Alliance will hit him sooner or later, so what difference does it make if he hits him sooner or later?"
Fu Qingzhou smiled bitterly: "Are you testing Brother Hua?"
"Test? Can't talk about it." Jiang Baichuan shook his head gently: "Wuying already knew what he wanted as a teacher, but he was too benevolent and always too optimistic. The so-called nature is hard to change."
Fu Qingzhou He understood a little and scratched his head: "That's it. This time I helped him come up with an idea, but he still hides and reflects on himself. Doesn't he mess up the matter?"
"No."
Jiang Baichuan smiled and said: "On the contrary, this time Wuying made me very happy."
He exhaled gently and said: "Practice does not concern external things, but cooking For secular affairs and things that are beyond your own power, you should ask others for help. This is the right way - otherwise, why would our Wulin Alliance invite so many disciples? "
"This time Wuying can hand over all this to you and his fellow juniors, I am very happy as a teacher; he is willing to temporarily put aside the false name of the young leader of the Wulin Alliance and walk alone in the world, to reflect on his past ostentation, and to be a better teacher. It’s a relief.”
Fu Qingzhou suddenly realized.
Co-author In the past, Hua Wuying wanted to do everything by himself and help others, which was wrong; on the contrary, after the accident, Hua Wuying asked for help, letting people who are willing to kill kill evil people, and letting people with ideas It is only right to let others come up with ideas and not to interfere.
This also makes sense.
Hua Wuying is too kind. He himself understands that if he didn't have a master from the fifth realm of Dongtian and a powerful martial arts alliance behind him, he would have been killed long ago.
In this way, he simply cannot control Nuoda, a martial arts alliance - unless there are some people with complementary personalities who are willing to assist him.
"If you say that, I understand."
Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "As for the second question, it is purely a junior's personal curiosity."
He winked. He looked at it and asked: "Brother Hua once said that you established the Wulin Alliance and expanded your power in order to collect more swordsmanship and sword skills? But I always feel that this is a bit of a fuss. With your strength, which big sect leader can't do it now?" Haosheng tells you?”
“If you want to learn swordsmanship, how can you not get it? Why do you have to work so hard to run such a large martial arts alliance?”
Jiang Baichuan's lips curled up slightly, but he didn't speak.
Fu Qingzhou was not in a hurry and waited quietly.
In the lobby downstairs, the shopkeeper had already dragged Tang Jiao to settle the accounts. Tang Jiao took out a handful of silver from her purse dejectedly and looked at it with distress.
"This is the money I have reserved to buy Luoyi specialties..." she muttered aggrievedly.
The shopkeeper impatiently stretched out his hand to grab the money: "You still have so much money, why are you feeling bad! If you go out to hang out in the world and break so many tables, chairs and bowls, you have to pay!"< br>
Tang Jiao's eyes widened and she slapped the shopkeeper's hand away.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t give it, so why are you grabbing it?”
She puffed up her cheeks and pushed the silver into the hands of the shopkeeper. Upstairs, Jiang Baichuan finally spoke.
“I will not answer this question for the time being.”
He smiled lightly and said: "I will tell you after you finish writing the sword manual you promised me."
Fu Qingzhou blinked.
This question was really just a curiosity for him. After Hua Wuying finished talking about this, he felt weird. Anyway, today I met with Alliance Leader Jiang. This senior seemed to have no airs. We had a pleasant chat, so I asked...
But unexpectedly, I seemed to ask a question that was a bit uncomfortable for the other party?
“Haha, of course it’s no problem.”
He nodded knowingly.
At this moment, Tang Jiao finally finished her work, let out a big sigh of relief, called out "Brother", and ran up the stairs with her skirt tangled.
"Leader Jiang."
Fu Qingzhou tried: "Then I..."
"Go." Jiang Baichuan waved his sleeves gently: "Remember the relationship between you and me Commitment.”
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Of course."
"Brother!" At this time, Tang Jiao had already run up to the third floor and came behind him.
Fu Qingzhou turned around, but he heard her curiously ask: "Who are you talking to?"
He was startled, and when he turned around again, Jiang Baichuan's figure had disappeared. not see.
"Didn't you see the person next to me just now?" he asked in shock.
Tang Jiao shook her head blankly.
Fu Qingzhou turned around and looked into the room - the teacup that Jiang Baichuan drank from was still on the table.
......
At the same time, deep in the Wulin League's main forum.
In a big room, there is food and wine all over the place.
A group of middle-aged and elderly people, all of whom were very young, gathered together in twos and threes, talking and laughing, smelling of alcohol, and they had obviously drank a lot.
There was only a pale old man with a white face and long beard, an immortal spirit, sitting alone in the corner, silently grabbing a large wine jar and taking a few sips from time to time.
“Hey, Alliance Leader Jiang is back?”
I don’t know who laughed and said loudly.
Jiang Baichuan pushed open the door and walked in. Everyone in the room smiled and cupped his hands: "Keep drinking, keep drinking."
After a few casual greetings, he went straight to the pale old man and sat down.
"Relegated Mr. Old."
Jiang Baichuan said softly: "I met... the person who was willing to give me the ultimate swordsmanship for free and then asked me two questions."
The old gentleman chuckled, drank another mouthful of wine, and then said leisurely: "Then did you answer it?"
"According to what you said." Jiang Baichuan said: "Yes. The first one, the second one was not answered.”
The old gentleman pursed his lips and chuckled, stretched out his hand, and pinched it quickly with his fingers.
After finishing the calculation, he tilted his head, smiled slightly, and his eyes suddenly became a little confused, and asked: "How old is he?"
"If I know it well, ...Nineteen this year." Jiang Baichuan replied.
The old gentleman was stunned: "Nineteen?"
"There may be a difference, but the difference is not big." Jiang Baichuan said.
The old gentleman's eyes straightened and he scratched his head: "That's strange, that's strange..."
Jiang Baichuan frowned lightly: "What's the strange thing?"
The old gentleman didn't. He did not answer directly, but after thinking for a moment, he shook his head and said leisurely, drunk, "I can only make four sentences - the gods turned into clay dolls, the dragon king turned into a little frog; the phoenix and red bird turned into a paper kite, the emperor turned into a gourd and melon... …”
(End of this chapter)