The morgue village was in Leping Commandery next to Linzhong Commandery. Zhang Baitao did not stop along the way and came directly to the morgue village.
The morgue village had been a broken temple on a small path in the wilderness, so it had not been built in the provincial capital.
Thirty years ago, this place was only a small dilapidated temple, but now, it was a huge villa that was tens of thousands of meters tall. It was not as luxurious as those rich and powerful families, but it still showed a calm and dignified appearance.
At the gates of the morgue village, there were numerous disciples waiting. The jianghu people came and went in an endless stream.
Some Jianghu people carried boxes and bundles, which contained the heads of some villains. Such people would immediately be brought in by the disciples of the Righteous Manor. After verification, they would immediately be given all kinds of gold, silver, and even cultivation resources.
Even if some jianghu people came empty-handed, they would be led by the disciples of the morgue village and arranged to stay in the village. There would be enough food and wine, and they could stay as many days as they wanted.
Of course, the jianghu people who came empty-handed did not have the face to stay in the morgue village to eat and drink. Even if there were shameless people, the people of the morgue village would not even need to act. Other people coming and going from the morgue village would teach these shameless "scum of the jianghu."
Seeing the prosperity of the morgue village, Zhang Baitao shook his head.
The scene of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect was much worse than the morgue village.
The entire Ba Mountain Sword Sect only had about three thousand formal disciples. Even adding on some honorary disciples and servants, there were less than ten thousand.
Usually, everyone practiced the sword and cultivated on Ba Mountain. It was very quiet, and it was rare to see a noisy scene like this.
Zhang Baitao walked to the gates of the morgue village. Immediately, a disciple of the morgue village walked over and respectfully raised his hands. "Sir, why have you come to the morgue village? Is there anything you need my help with? "
The disciples in charge of welcoming the guests in front of the morgue were very clever. When ordinary Jianghu people came, they would only take them to eat and rest. Those who brought the heads of the bandits and villains must have a certain level of strength. After receiving the bounty from the morgue, they would arrange a higher level of food and wine.
People like Zhang Baitao, who had Connate Realm power at such a young age and looked extraordinary, had to be treated well.
Zhang Baitao raised his hands and said, "This one wants to see the young master of the village, Sir Nie Dongliu."
The disciple hesitated and said, "Young Master, please forgive me. Our Young Master has a lot of things to do. There are many heroes coming and going in the Loyalty Gathering Village. Our Young Master has to help entertain them."
In reality, Nie Dongliu was not so busy. But as the young master of the morgue village, he was a famous person in the younger generation of the jianghu. If he had to see anyone who came, then he would really be too busy, and it would easily affect his cultivation.
Zhang Baitao bowed with folded hands and said, "This one really has an urgent matter and wishes to see the young master. Please, little brother, help pass the message and say that Zhang Baitao of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect requests an audience."
When the disciple heard that Zhang Baitao was from the Ba Mountain Sword Sect of the seven sects and eight schools, he immediately nodded and said, "Young Master, please wait in the guest hall for a moment. I will go inform the young master."
The disciple heard that Zhang Baitao was from one of the seven sects and eight schools. He immediately nodded and said, "Sir, please wait in the guest hall. I will go notify the young master."
If it was a warrior from a small faction, Nie Dongliu might not meet him. But the other was a disciple of Ba Mountain Sword Sect, one of the seven sects and eight schools. He had to notify Nie Dongliu before making a decision.
In a study of the morgue village, a handsome young man dressed in blue brocade robes was silently studying a fist manual.
This young man was only in his twenties. He was handsome, and the lines on his face seemed to have been chiseled by knives and were very sharp.
However, there was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Like a mask, it covered up his sharp presence and gave people a very gentle presence.
This young man was the young master of the morgue village, "Ling Yun Bu Yu" Nie Dongliu!
Nie Dongliu's nickname was "Ling Yun Bu Yu." The nicknames that martial artists gave people were more reliable than their names. There were only wrong names, but not wrong nicknames.
In Nie Dongliu's nickname, Ling Yun referred to his martial arts. At such a young age, he had already cultivated his father's Heaven and Earth Cloud Hand to initial success. Bu Yu referred to Nie Dongliu's way of doing things. There were two meanings.
One referred to being able to move clouds and bring rain to the people.
Everyone in the jianghu praised Nie Dongliu for having his father's spirit of brotherhood. At the crucial moment, he would come to help like rain.
The second referred to Nie Dongliu's own abilities. He had once led a group of his jianghu friends to kill the Black Cloud Eighteen Villages that had done many evil deeds. He had been in the middle, and laid out one trap after another. Like moving clouds and bringing rain, he had used only a hundred people to kill thousands of Black Cloud Eighteen Villages and become famous in the jianghu.
It was also because of this battle that Nie Dongliu was ranked sixth on the Wind Sweeping Tower's Longhu Leaderboard.
Wind Sweeping Tower was the largest organization in the jianghu. Not only did they rank the top forces in the jianghu, they also had three leaderboards. They were the Longhu Leaderboard, the Honor Leaderboard, and the Supreme Leaderboard. They were also collectively known as the Longhu Honor Leaderboard.
The rule of the Longhu Leaderboard was that all young martial artists under the age of forty could be on it, but only the top one hundred. This meant that the young martial artists on the leaderboard were all talented.
The Honor Leaderboard was named after the world's wind and clouds. There was no age or martial arts restriction. As long as you had enough fame in the jianghu and could influence the world, you could be on the leaderboard. Therefore, there were demonic giants, righteous masters, blacksmiths, and even commoners from the royal family. The leaderboard was only ranked according to fame, not strength. There were only the top fifty on the leaderboard.
There were only ten people on the Honor Leaderboard. As the name suggested, those who were on the leaderboard were the most powerful in the world. They had the power to influence the jianghu. Wind Sweeping Tower did not have the right to rank them. Only those who were recognized by the entire jianghu had the right to be on the leaderboard.
However, there were only eight people on the Honor Leaderboard. The first and second were Dugu Weiwei, the leader of the Kunlun Devil Cult, and the Deity Ning Xuanji, the leader of the True Martial Arts Sect of the Three Pristine Dao Sect.
The two of them disappeared after the battle. It was not even certain if they were dead or alive. Therefore, the first and second place had been debated in the jianghu for many years, but there was no conclusion.
The morgue was bustling, but Nie Dongliu's study was very quiet.
Whether it was the famous young master of the Morgue Village or the young hero ranked sixth on the Longhu Leaderboard, Nie Dongliu knew himself very well. All of these were built on the premise that he had strength. Without strength, it would be useless even if he had the title of the young master of the Morgue Village.
Outsiders did not know, but Nie Dongliu knew. The morgue did not belong to the Nie family alone. The four people who had sworn brotherhood with his father were all dead, but they all had children. If he did not live up to expectations, according to the rules of the jianghu, those people had the right to take over the morgue.
There was a knock on the door. Nie Dongliu said coolly, "Come in."
The people of the morgue knew Nie Dongliu's rules. If someone did not have enough power to find him, they would not dare to disturb Nie Dongliu.
The disciple pushed the door open and said, "Young master, there is someone outside who calls himself Zhang Baitao of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect asking for an audience. Do you want to see him?"
"Zhang Baitao?"
Nie Dongliu searched for this name in his mind. It was not that his memory was bad, but that there were too many young heroes he knew in the jianghu.
The morgue gathered the heroes of the jianghu. Nie Dongliu knew this from a young age. He had always done this, using money to make connections.
In the past, he had led hundreds of the young heroes of the jianghu to destroy the Black Cloud Eighteen Stockades. He had not contacted these people through the morgue, but through his own good friends.
A moment later, Nie Dongliu realized. "It's him, I have some impression. He is the disciple of the elder of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect, 'Sorrowful Autumn Fu', Teacher Cen. While he is not at the top of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect, he is an inner sect disciple. When I came to celebrate the birthday of the sect leader of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect with my father, I once chatted with this Zhang Baitao. He is a steady person. "
The disciple hurriedly said, "I have arranged for him to be in the guest hall."
Nie Dongliu put down the Fist Manual in his hand and said, "Alright, I will go now."
In the guest hall, Zhang Baitao did not even touch the tea on the table. His face was expressionless, but he was slightly nervous inside.
He knew Nie Dongliu, but he had only spoken a few words to him when Nie Dongliu had represented the morgue to celebrate the birthday of the sect leader of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect. The two could not be considered friends.
While he had heard that Nie Dongliu was a loyal person, and that if a fellow jianghu asked him for help, Nie Dongliu would help as much as he could. But right now, he was going to use the power of the morgue to kill people. He did not know if Nie Dongliu would agree.
After a while, Nie Dongliu walked in with a warm smile. He bowed and said, "Brother Zhang, we have not seen each other for many years since we parted at the Ba Mountain Sword Sect. How is your teacher, Elder Cen?"
Zhang Baitao forced a smile and said, "My teacher is well."
After saying this, Zhang Baitao gritted his teeth and bowed deeply to Nie Dongliu. He said solemnly, "Young Master! I originally did not want to trouble you this time, but right now, in all of Northern Yan, only you, Young Master, can help me. If Young Master helps me this time, I, Zhang Baitao, will be eternally grateful and will be at your beck and call! "
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