Xuanxia

Chapter 250 Questions
"Master Jiang, I would like to ask you two questions, is that okay?"

This sentence seemed a little beyond Jiang Baichuan's expectations. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Fu Qingzhou, looking a little absent-minded.

The fight in the inn lobby ended, and everyone went back to their rooms or dispersed. No one noticed that the old man with white hair and a youthful face 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 words, her little face immediately frowned.

The shopkeeper was holding an abacus in his hand and was talking rapidly, pointing at the broken tables and plates. Tang Jiao sighed, helplessly lowered her head, and followed him. It was obvious that he had to pay compensation...

"Alliance Leader Jiang?" Fu Qingzhou looked at Jiang Baichuan and asked with a smile, "Can I ask?"

Jiang Baichuan gradually came back to his senses and nodded slightly: "Ask."

"Then I am offended."

Fu Qingzhou bowed to him and said, "It's just that these two questions have been weighing on my mind for more than a month, and I feel a little uncomfortable. The first question is about the Hidden Dragon Hundred Heroes Association."

"Alliance leader, you must be unaware of the turmoil that the Qianlong Post might cause... Why didn't you take any action before I gave Brother Hua some advice?"

"If Mr. Hua had not realized this problem, or if I had not given him advice, wouldn't this conference have been a failure?"

Jiang Baichuan smiled gently.

He patted the railing and said calmly: "It's smashed, so what?"

Fu Qingzhou was slightly stunned.

"The Wulin Alliance is truly my hard work." Jiang Baichuan said calmly, "Now I still want the Wulin Alliance to take a step further... But, I have already opened the fifth level of the cave."

"If one day I want to point my sword at the black star, I must first abandon all worldly affairs and retreat into seclusion."

"By then, the Wulin Alliance will have to be managed by Wuying."

He looked far-sighted and said leisurely, "If he can't do these things well, the Wulin Alliance will crush him sooner or later. So what difference does it make whether it's sooner or later?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled bitterly: "Are you testing Brother Hua?"

"A test? Not really." Jiang Baichuan shook his head gently: "Wuying already knew what my master was thinking, but he is too kind-hearted and always too optimistic. It's said that one's nature is hard to change."

Fu Qingzhou understood a little and scratched his head: "That's it, I gave him an idea this time, but he hid away to reflect on it. Didn't he mess it up?"

"Do not."

Jiang Baichuan smiled and said, "On the contrary, Wuying made me very happy this time."

He exhaled lightly and said, "For spiritual practice, one should not ask for external things, but for worldly affairs and things beyond one's own ability, one should ask for help from others. This is the right way. Otherwise, why would our Wulin Alliance invite so many disciples?"

"I am very pleased that Wuying can hand all of this over to you and his fellow disciples this time. I am even more pleased that he is willing to temporarily abandon the empty title of Young Leader of the Wulin Alliance and travel the world alone to reflect on his past vanity."

Fu Qingzhou suddenly realized.

It turns out that Hua Wuying was wrong in the past for wanting to do everything himself and help others. On the contrary, after something happened, Hua Wuying asked for help, letting those who were willing to kill kill the bad guys, letting those who had ideas come up with ideas, and not interfering himself. This was the right thing to do.

That makes sense.

Hua Wuying was too kind. He himself knew that if he did not have a master who was at the fifth level of the Cave Heaven Realm and a powerful martial arts alliance behind him, he would have been killed long ago.

As he is now, he is simply unable to control such a huge martial arts alliance - unless there are some people with complementary personalities willing to assist him.

"I understand now that you put it that way."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "As for the second question, it's purely out of my personal curiosity."

He blinked and asked, "Brother Hua once said that you established the Wulin Alliance and expanded your power in order to collect more sword manuals and sword techniques? But I always feel that this is a bit of an exaggeration. With your strength, which major sect leader would not give you a good account now?"

"You want the sword manual and swordsmanship. As long as you have the will, how can you not get it? Why do you have to work so hard to run such a large martial arts alliance?"

Jiang Baichuan curled the corners of his mouth slightly, but said nothing.

Fu Qingzhou was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

In the lobby downstairs, the shopkeeper had already dragged Tang Jiao to finish the bill. Tang Jiao dejectedly took out a handful of silver from her purse and looked at it with heartache.

"This is the money I saved to buy Luoyi specialties..." she murmured aggrievedly.

The shopkeeper impatiently reached out to grab the silver: "You still have so much money, why are you so distressed! You have to pay for breaking so many tables, chairs and bowls in other people's houses!"

Tang Jiao widened her eyes and slapped the shopkeeper's hand away.

"I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you, why are you robbing me?"

She puffed her cheeks and stuffed the silver into the shopkeeper's hand. Upstairs, Jiang Baichuan finally spoke.

“I will not answer this question for now.”

He smiled faintly and said, "I will tell you after you finish writing the sword manual you promised me."

Fu Qingzhou blinked.

This question was purely out of curiosity for him. He felt something was wrong when Hua Wuying finished talking about this. But today he met with Alliance Leader Jiang, who seemed to be a decent person and they were chatting happily, so he asked...

But unexpectedly, I asked a question that made the other person uncomfortable?
"Haha, that's no problem of course."

He nodded tactfully.

Just then, Tang Jiao finally finished her work. She let out a long sigh, called out "Brother", and ran up the stairs with her skirt lifted up.

"Alliance Leader Jiang."

Fu Qingzhou asked tentatively: "Then I..."

"Go ahead." Jiang Baichuan waved his sleeves gently: "Remember our promise."

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 and heard her curiously ask, "Who are you talking to?"

He was startled, and when he turned around again, Jiang Baichuan had disappeared.

"Didn't you see the person next to me just now?" he asked in surprise.

Tang Jiao shook her head blankly.

Fu Qingzhou turned around and looked into the room - the teacup that Jiang Baichuan had drunk from was still on the table.

……

At the same time, deep inside the Wulin Alliance headquarters.

A large house filled with wine and food.

A group of middle-aged and elderly people, who were no longer young, gathered in twos and threes, talking and laughing, reeking of alcohol, and it was obvious that they had drunk quite a bit.

There was only a thin old man with a white face, long beard and an immortal look sitting in the corner, silently holding a large jar of wine and taking a few sips from time to time.

"Hey, Alliance Leader Jiang is back?"

Someone laughed and said loudly.

Jiang Baichuan pushed the door open and walked in. He smiled and bowed to everyone in the room, "Keep drinking, keep drinking."

After a few casual greetings, he walked straight to the thin old man and sat down.

"Exiled old gentleman."

Jiang Baichuan said softly: "I met... the person who was willing to give me the Ultimate Sword Technique for free and asked me two questions."

The old man chuckled, took another sip of wine, and then asked leisurely, "Did you answer?"

"According to what you said." Jiang Baichuan said, "I answered the first one, but not the second one."

The old man chuckled, stretched out his hand, and pinched quickly with his five fingers.

After calculating, he tilted his head, his smile faded a little, his eyes suddenly became a little dazed, and asked again: "How old is he?"

"If I know correctly... I'm nineteen this year." Jiang Baichuan replied.

The old man was stunned: "Nineteen?"

"There may be some differences, but they are not that different." Jiang Baichuan said.

The old man stared at it and scratched his head: "How strange, how strange..."

Jiang Baichuan frowned slightly: "What's so strange about this?"

The old man did not answer directly. Instead, he thought for a moment, shook his head, and said slowly under the influence of alcohol: "I can only give four sentences - the gods turned into clay dolls, the Dragon King turned into a little frog, the Phoenix and the Vermilion Bird turned into a kite, and the Emperor of Heaven turned into a gourd..."

(End of this chapter)