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Chapter 510: The influx of greetings (Part )
"Disciple is not sure, I will try my best to investigate clearly."

Hu Qianqian lowered her head.

Wang Ping dropped a chess piece, picked up the tea cup next to him, and said: "No need, from now on, those demon spies you use will only do the most basic intelligence gathering, monitoring whether there are people or other forces that are unfavorable to Qianmu Temple, and other Don’t worry about it anymore.”

He finally got rid of a big cause and effect, and he didn't want to continue to be entangled with other causes and effects. The thoughts and practices of the demon clan were far away from him. What he wanted to do now was to practice in a low-key manner.

"Yes, disciple understands."

Hu Qianqian raised her head and glanced at Wang Ping, who was thinking with the black chess piece, and then when she looked at Yulian, Yulian winked at her and signaled that they would go to Baishui Lake together later.

After Wang Ping dropped the chess piece, he asked, "Is there any news from Guan Mao?"

"No, since the Chu army besieged the capital, Guan Mao has cut off contact with the demon clan on Ningzhou Road, and the two contact points on Mozhou Road have no longer been used." Hu Qianqian said quickly: "This paragraph Time didn’t show up either.”

Wang Ping didn't say anything else. Zi Luan had previously said that Guan Mao would draw up the 'Heaven-Covering Talisman' while Tianji was with Lord Xiaoshan. Later, Taoist Wuma appeared in Shangjing City, which made him pay more attention to Guan Mao than before. Xiu Yu a level.

In the final confrontation between Lord Xiaoshanfu and True Lord Huishan, Wang Ping could not detect the situation inside. He did not know that Taoist Wuma no longer existed, so deep down in his heart, he was actually worried about the true monarch above and let Taoist Wuma inherit the throne. Yanjiao's foundation in the south.

Hu Qianqian nodded "yes".

Taoist Yucheng asked doubtfully: "Really?"

Taoist Yucheng looked at Wang Ping who was lost in thought, laughed loudly and said: "Haha, your apprentice's chess moves are interesting. I have learned a lot from you, and I have won many yuan in a row."

When the chess game reached the middle, Wang Ping fell into thinking for a long time. Xuan Ling's chess skills were unstructured. In layman's terms, they had no sense of beauty. At first glance, it was his own path of specialization. He did not learn according to the chess record system. Wang Ping was disappointed. I couldn't stand it all of a sudden.

Hu Qianqian continued: "Yes, Senior Zuo Xuan's chess skills are very strong, and she plays beautifully. No one can beat her every time we get together."

His laughter attracted Hu Qianqian and Yu Lian who were talking next to them, and they naturally turned their attention to the chess game.

"Ha ha!"

Yu Lian looked at Wang Ping and complained mercilessly: "Are you looking for reasons for the game that you are about to lose? What is beautiful or not, as long as you can win!"

Wang Ping ordered softly.

"We have to keep an eye on this matter, but everything is about stability. I hope to be more stable for a long time to come."

The business ended here. In the following time, while Wang Ping played chess with Xuan Ling, he asked Hu Qianqian about his spiritual practice, and then asked about the migration of the White Fox clan. Hu Qianqian answered them one by one. .

After all, according to the inheritance of Taiyan Sect, Taoist Wuma is indeed a suitable person.

Taoist Yucheng laughed again when he heard this.

After Wang Ping and Hu Qianqian finished their exchange, Hu Qianqian obediently walked to the stove to make tea, while Yu Lian went over to whisper to her about the topics they were interested in.

Wang Pingping smiled, picked up the cup of hot tea that Hu Qianqian had just made for him, drank it, and said: "It's very similar to Zuo Xuan's chess game, but Zuo Xuan's chess game is very beautiful."

Hu Qianqian stuck out his tongue and licked her canine teeth, as if to hold back his smile. Wang Ping reached out to flick Yu Lian's forehead, but Yu Lian easily dodged it.

Xuan Ling looked at what was happening in front of him and suddenly felt very friendly. It was an emotion he had not felt for a long time, which made a smile appear on his face involuntarily.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard. It was Zhao Qian, who was in charge of the front hall. He stopped at the gate of the small courtyard, cupped his fists and said: "Master Qi, Taoist Wenhai from Pingdongmen and Qiuwang Sect from Dandaomen handed over invitations to pay homage to the elder." Master Qing’s side.”

After hearing this, Hu Qianqian stood up and walked over, took the two invitations and handed them to Wang Ping.

Wang Ping signaled his apprentice to put the greeting card aside. He had no intention of reading it. Taoist Yucheng said: "Pingdongmen has always had a good relationship with us. Shandaomen is the largest weapon cultivating sect attached to us. You can see it in person." It makes sense to see them."

"Bring them directly here."

"Yes!"

Zhao Qian cupped his fists and bowed in a polite manner, then took ten steps back before turning into a stream of light and flying towards the front hall.

Half an hour later.

When Wang Ping was completely defeated in the game with Xuan Ling, Wen Hai and Qiu Wang appeared at the door of the small courtyard under the leadership of Zhao Qian.

"I've met Taoist Priest Yucheng!"

The two of them first saluted Master Yucheng in unison, then clasped their fists and bowed: "Greetings to Master Changqing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Wang knelt down and bowed down. Wen Hai, who was next to him, raised his eyebrows and then decisively knelt down and bowed down.

Zhao Qian, who was standing at the entrance of the courtyard, saw this and unconsciously took a step back and lowered his head. At this moment, he intuitively felt the authority from his master. After all, the people kneeling in front of him were two second-level monks, and he had just just It's just a little gold cultivator who entered the country.

"You and I don't have a friendship between seniors and juniors, so why do you need to give me such a big gift? If word gets out, you won't say that I'm bullying others?" Wang Ping turned to look at the two people kneeling on the ground, speaking in a calm tone but with a sense of oppression.

"Everyone get up!"

"What are you talking about? The real person treats me like my reborn parents. You are my living ancestor. It is only natural to kneel down to your ancestors." Qiu Wang stood up with a smile on his face and said disgusting and exaggerated words.

Wen Hai, who stood up at the same time, subconsciously touched the ground with his toes, but on the surface he still had to hold back the discomfort, cupping his fists and saying, "The same is true for the trail."

"You are interesting!"

Raindrops and clouds fell on Wang Ping's shoulders. A pair of vertical pupils looked Qiu Wang up and down, seeing him clearly inside and out. Then he said in Wang Ping's spiritual sea: "His soul is full of malice. This He is a villain, but a very pure villain. Such people are rarer than hypocrites. However, Qi Xiuxian is malicious, which makes sense. "

Qiu Wang met Yu Lian's gaze with a humble smile on his face. Then, he took out a blood-red five-element stone the size of a thumb and carved into the shape of a unicorn from his storage bag.
"I knew my ancestors liked this gadget, so I specially asked someone to make one."

Wang Ping's eyes fell on the Five Elements Stone. It could be seen that it was the work of a master jade carver. The patterns on the body of the unicorn naturally matched the blood-colored lines of the Five Elements Stone. If you look closely, you can see a comfortable beauty.

"You do have a heart."

While Wang Ping was speaking, he stretched out his left hand and gently touched it. A stream of wood spirit energy lifted up the blood-colored Five Elements Stone, and said, "Come into the courtyard and talk."

People like Qiu Wang are still of great use.

After the two came in, Wen Hai felt a little embarrassed. The gift he prepared was delivered directly to the mountaintop dojo, because he thought it was tacky to give gifts in person, but now it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Taoist Yucheng who witnessed this process always had a smile on his face. He felt like he had returned to the time when he first entered Qianmu Temple for practice. At that time, the monks on Nanlin Road would come to worship the mountain during the holidays, and they came The time is as humble and humble as Qiu Wang at this moment.

(End of this chapter)