Chapter 105: Beggars and masters?

Most of the more than 500 disciples of the Yunling Sect were taken away by the Great Elder and rushed to the Yunling Sect. Some were taken by Wang Fuqiang and chose the shortest route to Xuanyang Sect. Some of them went to Xuankong Temple, Taiji Gate, Baiyan Tower, and Lingbo Pavilion. In addition, some second-rate sects also had disciples of the Yunling Sect going.

Although these disciples are not afraid, they are actually a little worried.

Although most of the powerful people of Xuanyang Sect have gone to the Yunling Sect, there must be no fewer strong people left by Xuanyang Sect. Just by these people, they cannot be opponents at all. If you are not lucky and meet the Xuanyang Sect army halfway, it will be a dead end.

Although Wang Fuqiang has asked someone to go to the Hangkong Temple to ask for help, I am afraid that even the uncle of the master cannot guarantee that the Hangkong Temple will take action.

This is still good. Once the Xuanyang Sect army returns, they will be in a situation where they are attacked from both sides. That is, there is no way out to heaven and no way out to the ground.

Wang Fuqiang certainly knew the concerns of these disciples of the Yunling Sect, but this was the case. Their concerns were also his, so naturally they couldn't say much.

In fact, Wang Fuqiang's concerns were even more concerned about these disciples of the Yunling Sect, because once he made a mistake in guessing, Xuanyang Sect did not launch an offensive against Yunling Sect, or Ji Changhe did not participate in the battle, but was waiting for him in Xuanyang Sect. Then, he would undoubtedly fall into the trap when he went to Xuanyang Sect.

Wang Fuqiang really dared not be careless about Ji Changhe, or no one dared not be careless when it comes to being an enemy of Ji Changhe.

The highest peak of Jianqi Mountains and Rivers is really not used to fool people.

This time, Wang Fuqiang went south and did not choose to walk like before. After all, he had to rush to Xuanyang Sect, and there was still a long distance away. If he walked, by the time they arrived at Xuanyang Sect, the battle between Xuanyang Sect and Yunling Sect would have ended long ago.

Of course, you cannot use the spiritual boat or flying sword with great fanfare. After all, such a goal is too big and it will easily attract the attention of Xuanyang Sect. Once it is discovered by Xuanyang Sect, let alone attack Xuanyang Sect, you may have been surrounded and killed by the powerful people of Xuanyang Sect before you get close to Xuanyang Sect.

So everyone can only control their swords.

This time, no one complained. I think it was because I understood the painstaking efforts of the Master.

Although they are all moving in the air, the use of sword control and the use of spiritual boat flying swords is completely different. After all, the effect of flying alone and a group of people is not at the same level.

According to Wang Fuqiang's requirements, each disciple of the Yunling Sect had to change the clothes of the Yunling Sect, and then approached Xuanyang Sect separately, with three or five, ten or eight. Some different routes were also formulated, and the gathering locations were marked separately along the way. After each time a gathering, in addition to counting the number of people, some information they obtained had to be summarized. Then, new routes and gathering locations were continued.

Those who were with Wang Fuqiang were Bai Yixue, Gao Chenggong and Guo Ming, and six of them were in total.

At this moment, the six people stopped at the prescribed gathering place, waiting for other disciples of the Yunling Sect to arrive.

This is a small town that can be found on the map, but is not conspicuous.

After Wang Fuqiang brought Bai Yixue and others into the city, he first left a special mark on the street of Yunling Sect, then found a teahouse, and then left a mark before the teahouse for other disciples to find it.

After entering the teahouse, Wang Fuqiang took a look around and confirmed that there was no problem, and chose a table beside the window to sit down.

Wang Fuqiang doesn’t like drinking, so he rarely drinks, but instead likes to drink tea.

So some people have said that Wang Fuqiang said that he doesn’t look like young people, nor does he look like a sword immortal. In addition to having swords, sword immortals also need wine.

So as long as you are related to the Sword Immortal, besides the basic configuration of the sword, it is just wine.

If you sip a sip of wine before you draw the sword, and if you sip a sip of wine after you draw the sword, it will make the sword immortal even more miserable.

Wang Fuqiang actually tried it, but after getting drunk, let alone the sword immortal, he didn’t even have an individual appearance, so Wang Fuqiang thought it would be better to forget it. He was not a sword immortal anyway. He was not a romantic sword immortal, so he would be spared and not be ugly.

Besides, he is indeed not a young man. Have you ever seen young man who has lived for tens of thousands of years?

The food is very simple, except for tea, it is just some pastries for delivery.

There are six people at a table, and except for their age, there is no difference between them and other tea guests in the teahouse. After all, few people of their age will come to drink tea. Of course, there is not a single one, so they will not attract other people's attention because of this.

Wang Fuqiang put a piece of pastry into his mouth and chewed it while saying, "They should have arrived for a while, so you can buy whatever you need to buy later. I have seen the situation here, so there is no problem."

Bai Yixue and others nodded.

I have to prepare some things for the whole time, especially female disciples like Bai Yixue.

If you don’t say anything else, you must prepare some food, otherwise it will be difficult to walk, let alone the sword.

Although they are monks, they still have to eat three meals a day and eat less, and they will still be hungry. As for the so-called fasting, the entire sword energy mountain and river, I am afraid that no one can do it except Ji Changhe. Even the ancestor of the Yunling Sect and the real person in the head of the sect need to eat, but it took a relatively long time.

In addition, I also need to wash up well. It has been thousands of miles along the way. Although it is already late autumn, the weather is still extremely hot, covered in sweat and sticky, which is really not a good thing.

After barely putting a bottom on his stomach, everyone gathered and dispersed, only Wang Fuqiang stayed in the teahouse.

Not long after, the number of guests in the teahouse changed. At this time, there were not many people drinking tea, so there were actually no customers in the teahouse.

After sitting for a while, another group of Yunling Sect disciples arrived. After seeing Wang Fuqiang, they walked over and sat down directly. They did not bow the same way as usual. This was what Wang Fuqiang himself asked, but it was to avoid attracting other people's attention.

After everyone sat down, Wang Fuqiang asked the teahouse to change some pastries, and then these disciples of the Yunling Sect told Wang Fuqiang about the news they had obtained in the past few days. After Wang Fuqiang heard this, he still asked these disciples to go to the street to buy the items they needed.

In this way, after about half an hour, Guo Ming and Gao returned successfully, so Wang Fuqiang handed over the responsibility of the two of them. He left the teahouse, first found an inn to book a few rooms, then went to the street to buy some things, and then went to another inn to book a room.

Wang Fuqiang booked a total of six inns, and there were exactly 101 rooms. After doing all this, he bought some things on the street and returned to the inn.

When passing by a restaurant, Wang Fuqiang discovered something interesting and couldn't help but stay and watch it for a while.

A little beggar was scolding the owner of the restaurant. Wang Fuqiang couldn't hear the exact reason, but he scolded him fiercely anyway.

Next to the boss lady, a guy rolled up his sleeves. Seeing that his boss lady gave him an order, he would rush up to teach the little beggar a lesson. But for some reason, the boss lady just refused to let the guy take action, and he was quarreling with the little beggar so hard that his face turned red and his neck was thick.

Seeing this boss's wife, Wang Fuqiang couldn't help but think of the big monster he met last time. There was also a little beggar at that time, but the situation was completely different from now. Wang Fuqiang couldn't help but think that if he had the chance to go south this time, he must go and have a look.

Of course, if there is this opportunity, I will get it to the south. After all, he doesn’t even know whether he can survive this time.

At this moment, the little beggar seemed to be tired of scolding, and snorted coldly in dissatisfaction, saying, "I'm hungry today, come again tomorrow."

There were many onlookers around, and they laughed after hearing this. Obviously, this is not the first time this happened.

After the little beggar turned around, he glanced at the people watching around him and glared: "What are you looking at? Have you ever seen a quarrel?"

说完愤愤的离开.

Wang Fuqiang thought this little beggar was quite interesting. It can be said that it was the most interesting one among all the beggars he had ever seen, so he glanced at the owner of the restaurant and secretly followed the little beggar.

The little beggar walked on the street, familiar with the road, turning left and right, passing through alleys, and finally appeared on the street.

When Wang Fuqiang came to this street, he found that in addition to the little beggar, there was also an old beggar. At this moment, the little beggar was sitting with the old beggar. The old beggar was holding a bamboo pole and a broken bowl under his feet. His gray hair was messy, wearing patch clothes, and a pair of torn straw sandals under his feet. It was not only broken, but also very dirty.

Wang Fuqiang did not walk up, but stood in the distance and watched.

At this moment, the old beggar was taking out half of the cake from his arms, handing it to the little beggar, and then asked, "Isn't I going to win today?"

The little beggar bit the cake and said, "I'm hungry, otherwise she will definitely lose. I'll go tomorrow, so I must make her unable to do business."

The old man nodded and said, "It's almost done. I'm really anxious. I'm afraid that she will ask someone to beat you at that time, and I won't be able to save you at that time."

The little beggar stared and said, "She dares!"

I seemed to be a little too excited, so I choked and kept coughing.

The sesame cake was already very dry, but when she coughed, a lot of sesame cakes flew out.

Wang Fuqiang took out a pot of water, hesitated for a moment, put it away again, and continued to watch.

After coughing for a while, the little beggar patted his chest with his hand and continued to chew on the cake. He asked, "Old man, don't you say you are a very powerful expert? Why are you driven from East Street to West Street and dare not say anything?"

The old man sighed, looked up at the little beggar, and said earnestly: "A good man won't fight with a woman. Besides, I owe her."

The little beggar curled his lips and said, "It's all your restaurants. It's okay if you're occupied by someone, but you'll be driven here. If you are really a master, you must be the worst master in the world."

The old man smiled and said, "Maybe."

The little beggar had already finished half of the cake at this time, and perhaps he was full, and said, "I believe you, a ghost."

The old man smiled slightly, raised his head, and looked at the sky slightly.

Only then did Wang Fuqiang realize that he was not that old, and even though his hair was messy and his clothes were tattered, he could already tell that his face was very handsome. Although he was already injured, he had a unique charm of a mature man.

If this person is dealt with, he will be a god. Who can believe that he is a beggar?

Wang Fuqiang became more and more curious. He just had something to do, so he didn't continue to watch and turned around and walked back to the direction of the teahouse.

There have been many disciples of Yunling Sect gathered in this teahouse, and there must be twenty or thirty people sitting at separate tables, as if no one knows anyone.

After Wang Fuqiang recently, these disciples of the Yunling Sect looked at each other. Although they did not get up, they all signaled with their eyes.

Wang Fuqiang walked directly to Guo Ming and others' table, then took out several signs, first handed them to Bai Yixue, and said, "This is the room I just booked on the street. I will rest here for one night tonight and continue on the way tomorrow morning."

Wang Fuqiang continued: "You can change it first and wait until everyone arrives before resting."

Everyone nodded.

After Wang Fuqiang gave the order, he got up and left the teahouse, went back to his room first, arranged the red lingering and Baizhi, Wang Fuqiang took a hot bath first, changed into clean clothes, took out a roll of secret techniques, and began to study them carefully.

After studying this for a long time, Wang Fuqiang felt his eyes a little sore, so he put down the secret method and walked to the window. He naturally picked up the kettle to water Bai Zhi, then took out some food for Hongling, and finally stood in front of the window and looked at the street outside the window.

Wang Fuqiang suddenly smiled slightly, and before he knew it, he was already used to the current life.

He exhaled, then walked to the bed, looked at Hongling, and whispered: "No matter what, I will definitely avenge the village chief and the others this time."

Now Hongling naturally cannot understand Wang Fuqiang's words, so she will not show any signs.

Wang Fuqiang reached out and rubbed its head, then stood up again, as if he felt a little idle and had no sleepiness. Suddenly, he thought of the two big and small beggars I saw during the day, so he went out and walked towards the street in his memory.

Under the moonlight, Wang Fuqiang found that the journey was not short, so he walked for about half an hour.

After arriving on this street, Wang Fuqiang found that the two were no longer there, and couldn't help but frown slightly and glanced left and right.

At this time, there were pedestrians in groups of three or three on the street, so Wang Fuqiang continued to move along the street because it was obviously more lively in front of him.

When beggars beg, they will naturally go to lively places, because this is easier to beg. This is why the more prosperous the big cities, the more beggars there will be.

This street should be the main street of the city, so the lights and wine are bright, and even at night, the streets are still full of traffic.

Sure enough, Wang Fuqiang saw two beggars, one big and one small, at the intersection of the streets.

Wang Fuqiang took out a few copper coins, walked up and placed them in a broken bowl in front of them.
To be continued...