After everyone left, she asked the headmaster, "Master, why did you choose me to be the peak master?"
When she was reading the original novel, she always felt that the eldest brother Shi Mingli was more qualified for the position of peak master. Although he was a bit rigid, he was better at dealing with people than Qiongju. If Qiongju were here today, he would probably only say four words: "What do you want to do with me?"
The headmaster chuckled: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy because they said a few words to you? Don't worry, Master will always stand by you."
Shen Qingmang, an orphan herself, had never experienced fatherly love, and now her nose was tingling with sadness at her master's words. To mask her surging emotions, she joked, "Master is so indulgent towards me. What if I really turn the Wuya Sect upside down?"
"Then I, the master, will risk my old bones to mend the sky for you." The headmaster patted his back and said with a smile, "Besides, don't you still have your senior brother here? If you really cause trouble, let him help clean it up. Have you two been communicating much lately..."
"Thank you, Master. I have something important to attend to, so I'll take my leave now!"
Hearing the Sect Leader start matchmaking again, Shen Qingmang quickly slipped away. However, before she could take a few steps, she was stopped by another person.
"Junior Sister Qingmang."
She thought to herself, "Oh no!" Who is this?
Shen Qingmang slowly turned around and gave an awkward yet polite smile. "Senior Brother."
The man in the scarlet Taoist robe was the youngest person from the Wending Peak in the conference room. He looked to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with willow-shaped eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and looked a bit like a effeminate man.
Hmm... and these eyebrows and eyes seem a bit like...
"Junior Sister, I wonder how my daughter Ah Rong is doing these days? She hasn't been home for twenty days. Every time I call her, she says she's busy, but when I ask her what, she won't tell me."
Shen Qingmang's hazy peach blossom eyes suddenly widened. "Senior Brother Yiqing?"
No way? This handsome young man was actually the second disciple's biological father? The Taoist Master Yiqing she imagined was a bearded old man.
"Hmm? Junior Sister, why are you looking at me like that? Could it be that Ah Rong has gotten into some trouble? Ah Rong has always been spoiled by me. Sometimes she might be a little willful, but she would never do anything evil. If..."
"No, no," Shen Qingmang interrupted. "Arong is fine. I was giving calligraphy lessons to the kids a while ago. Arong reads a lot and is a study committee member. On weekends—no, on weekends—he took the initiative to help his classmates review their calligraphy, so he didn't go home."
"Oh, our Ah Rong has really grown up. Junior Sister has really taught me well. But...that..." Master Yiqing's eyes wandered a little, and he lowered his voice and said, "If An Yanxiang comes to you to exchange skills in a few days, remember to let me know..."
A light bulb went off in Shen Qingmang's head, and his memory came back.
She remembered! An Yanxiang, the head of Wuwei Peak, was of the same generation as Qiongju, a prodigy. The two had a sworn enemy relationship, akin to "if there's Yu, why not Liang?" In previous sect competitions, the winners had either come from Wuwei Peak or Wuxing Peak. That year, An Yanxiang had defeated all the Wuxing Peak disciples in the third round, and everyone thought he had already secured the championship. Unexpectedly, Qiongju, who suddenly appeared, stole all the limelight.
The reason why Shen Qingmang can squander money at will now is largely due to this competition. Her treasury contains not only the prize money for the champion, but also the money won from betting. At that time, except for Wuya Peak, no one bet on Qiongju to win. The young Qiongju was arrogant and used all his wealth to bet on himself to win, and finally made a fortune.
According to gossip, An Yanxiang had no choice but to become the head of Wuwei Peak at such a young age because he lost all his family fortune in this bet and was forced to sell himself to pay off his debts.
So the look he gave before leaving was the look he gave to his enemy, right? Didn’t it mean “Just wait for me”?
Shen Qingmang's expression froze, and he thought to himself, if Master Qing wanted to help, should he agree immediately, or pretend to refuse before agreeing?
Yiqing seemed to be having trouble speaking, but after a pause, he finally said the rest: "You must let me know as soon as possible. I will take Ah Rong back to Wendao Peak to hide so that she won't be harmed."
Shen Qingmang's face was blank. "Huh?"
Yiqing lowered his head, his face slightly flushed. "After watching your final battle with Junior Brother Yanxiang last time, I was so frightened I couldn't sleep for three days. You know I'm not in good health, otherwise why would I go to Daodao Peak to retire so early..."
"Senior Brother Yiqing." Shen Qingmang's expression was serious.
"……Um?"
"Arong... she couldn't be your own child, right?"
Otherwise, how could you be in such poor health at such a young age?
Yi Qing's mouth twitched as he smirked, "Ahahaha, Junior Sister has changed so much after two hundred years of seclusion. She can even joke now. Well, I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving first. You're welcome to visit Wendao Peak anytime!"
After saying that, he ran faster than Shen Qingmang just now.
Shen Qingmang made a "tsk" sound and returned to Wuya Peak.
After all this trouble, it was completely dark. She didn't want to stay up late to mark the papers, so she hurried home. As a result, she saw her senior brother again in Yushu Hall.
Shen Qingmang's hairs stood on end. "Big Brother...did Master ask you to come?"
They urge you to get married and then send your blind date to your door. This is too terrible.
"Master?" Shi Mingli frowned slightly, then quickly realized what he said. "Don't pay attention to what he said. Did they ask you anything else? Did they cause any trouble for you... or for us at Wuya Peak?"
"No." Shen Qingmang shook his head. "Don't worry, Senior Brother, Qingmang can handle it."
"Qi Xiao told me about your bet. You don't have to pay any attention to him. He's acting like a fool at his age. I've already punished him by making him copy books."
"Ah? No, no!" Shen Qingmang shook his head even more vigorously. "We are both serious. We are willing to accept the loss. This is not a joke."
Second Brother is a mobile magic weapon library, we must not let First Brother ruin it!
Shi Mingli's brow furrowed into a deep frown. "Why did you accept the bet? Are you so unwilling to be the Peak Master?"
"Brother, why don't you believe that I have the ability to win?" Shen Qingmang looked straight into his eyes, and Shi Mingli's pupils dilated slightly.
"I...your disciples, do you intend to train them into inner disciples?"
"In my eyes, there is no difference between the inner and outer gates."
"Don't neglect your own practice for them."
Shen Qingmang sighed. "Qingmang understands. Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother. Qingmang has something else to do, so I won't see you off."
"Take care." Shi Mingli turned and left. Shen Qingmang looked at his back and found that each step this man took was of the same length. He probably had obsessive-compulsive disorder.
If he really became the peak master, maybe it would be just like what Si Rong said, and everyone would have to use a ruler to measure before taking a step.
But none of this matters. The most urgent task is to mark the papers and then practice the techniques.
There is an old enemy outside who is lurking around and may come to attack her at any time, so she dare not relax for a moment.
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