Zhu Tian: Starting from the Laughing Proud Yue Buqun

Chapter 305 The Number One Person in the Central Plains, "The Wanderer" Ning Daoqi
On the banks of the Weishui River.

The water rippled and shimmered.

An elderly man, wearing a tall hat and wide belt, sat alone on a high spot by the river.

He held a fishing rod in one hand and drank sake in the other, looking like an old fisherman who often came to this place, extremely carefree and at ease.

At this moment, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared behind the old man. She had a graceful figure, a cold and beautiful face, and a sword hanging at her waist.

"Master Ning is living a very comfortable life."

The visitor was none other than Fan Qinghui, the master of Cihang Jingzhai.

Fan Qinghui looked at the old fisherman, revealed his identity, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes, as if she was very displeased to see him so at ease.

This old fisherman was none other than Ning Daoqi, the number one person in the Central Plains, a grandmaster known as the "Recluse".

He slowly turned his head, revealing his true face. His features were ancient and simple, with five long strands of beard. He nodded slightly.
"Master Fanzhai, how have you been?"

Fan Qinghui spoke coldly, without any pleasantries, saying, "I can't compare to the carefree and leisurely life of the Daoist Master."

Even though her Buddhist sect was facing a life-or-death crisis, this old Taoist priest remained so calm and composed, sitting back and fishing.

Hearing Fan Qinghui's barbed words, Ning Daoqi shook his head slightly and said, "Master Fan, it's been many years since we last met. Why are you so irritable?"
In my opinion, why don't we try fishing here? It will help us cultivate our character and calm our anxieties.

"Fishing?!" Fan Qinghui laughed, but not gently; instead, her laughter was even colder.

She suddenly drew her sword from her waist, unleashing a slash that aimed directly at the fishing rod in Ning Daoqi's hand, intending to destroy it.

With a flick of his wrist, Ning Daoqi unleashed a sharp burst of energy from the fishing rod, easily neutralizing Fan Qinghui's sword energy.

"Does the Daoist priest truly not know the current predicament of Buddhism?!" Fan Qinghui coldly retorted.

Ning Daoqi sighed upon hearing this and asked, "What does Master Fanzhai want?"

"I want you to kill the Sui Emperor!"

Fan Qinghui said, her words filled with murderous intent, cold and filled with hatred.

“The Sui Emperor is the supreme ruler of the Central Plains, how can he be killed so easily?” Ning Daoqi shook his head.

"Why don't you listen to the old Taoist's advice, Master Fan, and go into seclusion to avoid his sharp edge for the time being?"

Fan Qinghui sneered: "I should avoid their sharp edge? All five great monks of my Buddhist sect died in Daxing City, and you want me to avoid their sharp edge?"
How can I explain this to the five masters who died?! Huh? Tell me!

Ning Daoqi said, "Now that the Sui Emperor is powerful and blessed with good fortune, the dynasty's destiny is becoming increasingly prosperous. Your Buddhist sect has no other way but to avoid his sharp edge."

As the foremost figure in the Daoist sect, Ning Daoqi was well aware of the changes taking place in the world.

The destiny of the Sui Dynasty was too strong; the Buddhist sect simply could not contend with it.

“Then I’m determined to clash with him!” Fan Qinghui said forcefully.

"Daoist Master, don't forget the favors you owe us in the past. Qinghui didn't come here to listen to your useless words!"

Ning Daoqi fell silent upon hearing this. In the past, in order to advance further, he had borrowed the Cihang Sword Manual, a treasure of the Cihang Jingzhai.

This allowed him to advance further in his martial arts, but it also left him with a huge debt of gratitude.

"Does the Daoist Master intend to break his promise to my Cihang Jingzhai?!" Fan Qinghui pressed closer.

Back then, Ning Daoqi swore on his Dao heart that he would agree to help no matter what the request was.

Now, does the other party want to go back on their word?
“Alas, I had no such intention,” Ning Daoqi said.

"It is not that Master Fanzhai wanted to kill the Sui Emperor, but that the old Taoist priest alone could not do it."

Ning Daoqi put away his fishing rod, slowly stood up, his wide brocade robe fluttering as he rose, his figure suddenly growing taller, like a majestic mountain, his aura completely different from before.

"Is the Taoist priest joking? How could Shi Zhixuan possibly stop the Taoist priest?" Fan Qinghui looked incredulous.

Although Shi Zhixuan also became a Grandmaster, his time was ultimately too short.

Ning Daoqi, having achieved the status of a Grandmaster for many years, has already gone much further and deeper down this path.

She didn't believe Ning Daoqi couldn't suppress Shi Zhixuan!

“The Sui Emperor has more than one expert by his side, Master Fanzhai should know that.”

Ning Daoqi roamed the world freely, living in seclusion, yet he possessed an exceptional understanding of all things under heaven.

He was extremely clear about the situation of the battle in the capital of Daxing.

The Sui Emperor also had a powerful expert by his side who could easily kill Kong. This expert was likely someone who was about to reach the Grandmaster level, or even a Grandmaster-level expert.

That might be the true foundation of a dynasty. "Although I am strong, I can suppress one Grandmaster, but if there are two Grandmasters, I will have difficulty dealing with them."

Ning Daoqi's words made Fan Qinghui's expression change. She said, "Daoist, are you sure there are still Grandmasters by the side of the Sui Emperor?!"

“Master Fan should have made his own deductions. Monk Liaokong’s martial arts skills were not weak, yet he died before the Four Great Monks. This is enough to explain everything.”

Ning Daoqi said calmly that he had fought with Liaokong of the Buddhist sect before.

Having fully grasped the extent of Kong Heshang's prowess, given enough time, he would undoubtedly have the opportunity to become a grandmaster.

Fan Qinghui was silent for a moment; this was the last thing she wanted to hear.

But if even Ning Daoqi thinks so, then the possibility is very high.

Besides the Evil King, Emperor Sui also had a mysterious Grandmaster by his side.

Therefore, if we want to kill the Sui Emperor, we need to invite another Grandmaster!

Grandmasters are not common; they are extremely rare throughout the entire world.

It would be incredibly difficult to invite a second Grandmaster.

Moreover, the other party may not necessarily help.

Both Fu Cailin and Martial Venerable Bi Xuan are people of different races.

Given her status, it would be difficult to meet her, let alone persuade her to come.

After all, these two, unlike Ning Daoqi, did not owe her any favors from the Buddhist community.

On the contrary, the two foreign tribes were hostile to the Central Plains and wished for the destruction of her Buddhist sect.

It's even less likely that they will offer any help.

Fan Qinghui's mood immediately plummeted. Who else could help me?
At that moment, a figure hidden in her heart, one she had not and did not want to recall for many years, suddenly appeared.

He was an absolutely perfect man, whom she kept hidden deep in her heart.

She was once a person who moved Fan Qinghui deeply.

Song Que and Tian Dao have not seen each other for more than 20 years since they parted ways due to their different paths.

Fan Qinghui understood Song Que's talent and aptitude; he must have become a grandmaster at a young age.

Should we go find him?
Fan Qinghui hesitated, for she was proud and unwilling to bow her head.

But now the situation in Buddhism is extremely dire, and five masters have died because of her.

Countless Buddhist temples were also purged by the imperial court.

Realizing she was still agonizing over such a thing, Fan Qinghui's eyes suddenly hardened.

She looked at Ning Daoqi and said, "Daoist Master, you only need to take action. I will personally handle the matter of killing the Sui Emperor!"

Ning Daoqi's eyes narrowed as he saw the determination in Fan Qinghui's gaze, and he said helplessly:
"I will do my best to hold off those two grandmasters for you, and after that I will owe you no more favors from the Buddhist sect!"

He agreed to take action and become an enemy of a dynasty's emperor, a very dangerous decision.

But he did owe someone a favor back then and made a vow.

If he doesn't agree, he will find it difficult to make any further progress, and this matter will become a mental obsession for him.

"it is good!"

Fan Qinghui nodded, and then said the last sentence: "Then please wait for me to make my move after I have prepared everything."

Ning Daoqi nodded, while Fan Qinghui turned and left.

Watching the other person's retreating figure, the old Taoist priest let out a long sigh.

He somewhat regretted that he had incurred such a great favor to Cihang Jingzhai in his pursuit of martial arts.

The Sui Dynasty's fortunes are much stronger than before, and the Sui Emperor's luck is very strong. Such an enemy is terrifying.

He was extremely reluctant to take action.

But because of the vow he made in the past, he cannot refuse now.

I regret it!
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