What happened in the Dragon Gatherer Pavilion did not affect Chu Xiu's mood. Although he had offended Jiang Wenyuan, he was not worried that Jiang Wenyuan would do anything to him here.
After all, Chu Xiu represented the Guanzhong torture room. If Jiang Wenyuan attacked him, it was equivalent to attacking the Guanzhong torture room.
Furthermore, Jiang Wenyuan wouldn't touch Chu Xiu even if it was for his own sake.
In front of outsiders, Jiang Wenyuan had always shown himself to be very forthright and magnanimous. Right now, others still didn't know that he had been rejected when he tried to recruit Chu Xiu. If he were to make a move on Chu Xiu at this time, wouldn't it be equivalent to confessing without being pressed and ruining his own reputation?
Therefore, Chu Xiu continued to wander around the Ji State Prefecture for the past few days. At the same time, many people from the pugilistic world came to the Ji State Prefecture during this period of time. The entire Ji State Prefecture was in a mess, and it was almost impossible to contain them.
Chu Xiu could not be bothered to squeeze with those people in the Ji Province Prefecture, so he went directly to the Water Cloud Temple next to the Mirror Lake outside the city.
On one side of the Mirror Lake was the Mo family's Mirror Lake Villa, and on the other side was a small Taoist temple called the Water Cloud Temple.
In the Mirror Lake, Chu Xiu sat on a small boat, looking at the scenery outside. There was a pot of yellow wine and a few side dishes on the bow. If it was not the wretched Li Bu San beside him, but a gentle and affectionate beauty, this scene would probably be more poetic.
At this time, there were many small boats on the Mirror Lake. Obviously, there were many warriors who thought that the Ji State Prefecture was too crowded, so they came here to relax. Anyway, it was not too far away from the God Weapon Convention of the Mirror Lake Villa.
At this time, Li Bu San was introducing the situation of the Water Cloud Temple to Chu Xiu.
"Young Master, in two hours, Taoist Xuan Cheng of the Water Cloud Temple will be preaching. If you are interested, you can go and listen."
Chu Xiu took a sip of the warm yellow wine and asked, "Is this Water Cloud Temple's Taoist Xuan Cheng very strong?"
Li Bu San scratched his head and said hesitantly, "Daoist Priest Xuan Cheng? He doesn't seem to know any martial arts. At least, in all the years I've been in the Ji State Prefecture, I've never seen Daoist Priest Xuan Cheng fight with anyone. At most, I've seen him perform some Daoist Qi Nurturing Moves, but they're slow and powerless. Moreover, the scale of the Water Cloud Temple is also very small. There are only Daoist Priest Xuan Cheng and a few orphans that he took in when they were young. These orphans were raised by him to become little Daoist priests. After they came of age, they went to the Jianghu to preach and travel. "
When Chu Xiu heard this, a look of interest appeared in his eyes. He didn't believe that the Taoist priest of the Water Cloud Temple didn't know martial arts.
One had to know that the Mirror Lake was a treasured land of Fengshui. However, in this huge Mirror Lake, on one side was the Mirror Lake Manor's Mo Clan, and on the other side was the Water Cloud Monastery. Wasn't this strange?
It was normal for the Mo Clan to be there. Although the Mo Clan wasn't very strong, they had Mo Yezi, the former Pavilion Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion and a Great Master of Blacksmithing. Ordinary powers couldn't compare to them. Therefore, it was normal that other powers didn't dare to establish their power next to the Mirror Lake.
Moreover, the Water Cloud Temple looked very ordinary. There was only an old Daoist priest and a group of young Daoist priests. However, it was able to face the Mirror Lake Manor's Mo Clan across the lake. If there was nothing fishy going on, Chu Xiu wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death.
Li Bu San continued, "Every time after lunch, Daoist Priest Xuan Cheng would explain the Daoist scriptures to the young Daoist priests in front of the Water Cloud Temple. Anyone who is interested can come and watch.
The things that ordinary Daoist priests talked about were so profound that they gave me a headache just by looking at them. However, Daoist Priest Xuan Cheng was able to use the simplest context to explain those things. Even a rough person like me could understand them.
I don't know why, but every time I listen to Daoist Priest Xuan Cheng talk about these things, I always feel like I've thought of something. It's very strange. Therefore, whenever I have time, I will come and listen to Daoist Priest Xuan Cheng's teachings. There are also many martial artists in the Ji State Prefecture who come to listen to Daoist Priest Xuan Cheng's teachings. Daoist Priest Xuan Cheng doesn't hide anything. No matter how many people listen, he always says what he wants to say. "
After hearing Li Bu San's description, Chu Xiu became interested in Daoist Priest Xuan Cheng of the Water Cloud Temple. He wanted to see if this Daoist priest was a hidden expert.
If this Daoist priest Xuan Cheng was really an expert, and Li Bu San, who had known him for more than ten years, could not detect his strength, then it proved that Daoist priest Xuan Cheng had successfully hidden himself from the world.
At this moment, a luxurious passenger ship made a splash and sailed to the side of Chu Xiu's boat. A voice chuckled and said, "It seems that Brother Chu is in a good mood. I wonder how the style of our Eastern Qi is. Is it comparable to the style of Guanzhong?"
A figure dressed in a golden brocade robe leaped down from the passenger ship, and an almost undetectable sound of Gang Qi rang out from beneath his feet. He was easily dragged onto Chu Xiu's small boat.
Chu Xiu remembered this person in front of him. A few days ago, he was on the seventh floor of the Dragon Gatherer Pavilion. Judging from his status and the fact that he was surrounded by a crowd, he should not be of low status.
Chu Xiu shook his head and said, "Guanzhong has experienced war and there is really nothing beautiful about the scenery. The so-called prosperity is only due to the trade caravans and martial artists coming and going from the three countries. In reality, there are not many locals in Guanzhong."
After saying this, Chu Xiu cupped his hands at the young man and said, "May I know your name?"
The young man smiled and said, "Not a problem. I am Mo Tianlin of the Mo family of Shangyang."
Chu Xiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Number fifteen on the Longhu Roll, 'Ink Drunk Sword' Mo Tianlin?"
The Mo family of Shangyang of Eastern Qi was one of the nine aristocratic families in the world. Although it was not at the top, it had not declined for a thousand years and its strength had always been stable.
Mo Tianlin shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "I did not think of this nickname myself. It is not something to be proud of."
The nickname 'Ink Drunk Sword' did not refer to Mo Tianlin's martial arts or his weapon. Instead, it referred to the time when Mo Tianlin was young and frivolous. He hid his identity and pursued a prostitute but failed. In his drunken stupor, he danced with his sword and used it as a brush. He splashed ink and wrote a sad song that spread throughout the entire Eastern Qi.
As a disciple of the Mo family of Shangyang, one of the nine aristocratic families, he pursued a prostitute but failed. As a disciple of a martial arts family, he wanted to make a name for himself in Eastern Qi with a song. This was really embarrassing. Mo Tianlin was beaten up by his father and locked in the ancestral hall for two years.
But who would have thought that Mo Tianlin would suddenly become enlightened because of this incident. His cultivation improved rapidly and he went from the Blood Condensation Stage to the Physical Invulnerability Stage in two years. After he came out to roam the Jianghu, he showed extraordinary strength and climbed to the fifteenth place on the Longhu List within a year.
But when Mo Tianlin became famous, someone revealed the frivolous things he did in his youth. As a result, Mo Tianlin's nickname became 'Ink Drunk Sword'. It sounded poetic, but in fact, it was the most humiliating moment for Mo Tianlin.
Chu Xiu did not know about these past events. But if people around him who were familiar with his past also called him by this nickname, Mo Tianlin would turn hostile.
Chu Xiu really did not know about the frivolous past of Mo Tianlin. He only remembered the names and backgrounds of the top twenty martial artists on the Longhu List, but he would not memorize all their detailed information.
At this moment, Mo Tianlin smiled and said, "Brother Chu and Prince Anle seemed to have some conflict yesterday?"
Today, he took the initiative to talk to Chu Xiu because he was overflowing with gossip and purely out of curiosity.
It was fine that he did not see Chu Xiu. Coincidentally, he was also touring the lake, so he came to chat with Chu Xiu. He was also a little curious about Chu Xiu.
Among the top twenty of the Longhu List, there were very few martial artists who were originally Loose Cultivators. It could be said that they were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
Although Chu Xiu was now the Patrol Inspector of the Guanzhong Torture Room, his background was that of a standard Loose Cultivator. Being able to reach this step, Mo Tianlin was also very curious.
Chu Xiu shook his head. He did not spread the news of Jiang Wenyuan recruiting him to the city. He only said lightly, "Just some differences of opinion. I, Chu Xiu, was born in the wilderness, while Prince Anle was once a member of the royal family. Of course, we are not on the same page."
Hearing that Chu Xiu did not want to say anything, Mo Tianlin did not force him. Instead, he said, "Actually, Prince Anle falling out with you could be your own bad luck, taking the blame for your hall master."
Chu Xiu said in surprise, "Hall Master Guan has a grudge with Prince Anle?"
Mo Tianlin smiled and said, "My Mo Family is the local tyrant of Eastern Qi. I have heard some news. It is said that when Hall Master Guan Siyu came to Eastern Qi to meet the royal family to discuss the status of the Guanzhong Torture Room, Prince Anle had contact with Hall Master Guan, but for some reason, they parted on bad terms."
Chu Xiu's eyes immediately revealed a strange expression when he heard that. If he guessed correctly, Jiang Wenyuan should have tried to recruit Guan Siyu just like how he had done in the past. If this was the case, he didn't know how to evaluate Jiang Wenyuan anymore. This was simply ridiculous.
At that time, it was more than 20 years ago. Guan Siyu had already taken over the position of the Guanzhong Torture Room's hall master. She was also a martial arts grand master of the Real Pellet State. She was definitely an overlord level character.
And what about Jiang Wenyuan at that time? Even with the identity of Prince Anle, he was just a junior. The newborn calf was not afraid of the tiger. He actually wanted to recruit Guan Siyu and the entire Guanzhong Torture Room. If it was Chu Xiu, he would probably turn hostile.
Chu Xiu shook his head and smiled faintly, "Whether Prince Anle has a grudge with Hall Master Guan or with me, I will return to Guanzhong after the Divine Weapon Convention anyway. Why do I care so much? Speaking of which, the people who came to the Divine Weapon Convention this time are much fewer than I thought. I didn't even see the top 5 of the Longhu List. "
Mo Tianlin smiled and said, "In our opinion, a divine weapon is something that can only be encountered by chance. Even my Mo Family's Old Ancestor doesn't have a divine weapon in his hands. But for the top 5 of the Longhu List, as long as they really grow up and step into the realm of martial arts grand master, the sect will naturally prepare a divine weapon for them. Why bother to come here to fight for a divine weapon that you don't even know what it is?"
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