Chapter 101 World Three [15]
After seeing Yin Honglian and Ye Wenxin continuously throwing out chips, Jing Ke became more certain of his previous guess.
It seems that Lin Yusu has revealed all his experiences. The two people in front of him may already know that he is the only successor of Tianyan Sect.
Jing Ke did not intervene in the quarrel between the two, but instead thought about how to give his little apprentice more time to grow.
Choose the Demon Cult?
It is not very suitable. Unless he has personally eliminated his enemies, living in the Demon Sect will definitely make the young disciple feel uncomfortable.
Choose Wulin Alliance?
It didn't seem to be a very good choice. When Yu Buduo brought people here at the beginning, his attitude was too tough, not to mention that there were many of Lin Yusu's so-called friends and fellow disciples among them.
It seems that the best option is not to choose either one, and it is better to strive to become an existence that is remembered and feared by both parties at the same time.
After thinking about this, Jing Ke couldn't help but glance at the two people who were still arguing with each other, and a slightly crazy idea flashed through his mind.
If I take them both as hostages, can I solve two problems at once?
Jing Ke had no intention of hiding his thoughts, so the more perceptive Yin Honglian and Ye Wenxin both sensed the danger approaching and stopped arguing in tacit understanding.
"Do you want me to choose between the two?" Jing Ke crossed his hands on the table, and with just one sentence, he firmly grasped the initiative.
"We absolutely have no intention of coercing you, Jing Ke. The door of the Demon Cult is always open to you. You are most welcome to come over at any time." Yin Honglian immediately expressed her opinion.
"The Wulin Alliance is the same. We will never restrict Miss Jing's freedom. Whenever Miss Jing wants to join, we are willing to welcome her as an elder." Ye Wenxin followed up.
"I have a small request now, I wonder if you two can agree to it." Jing Ke said.
"Please speak." Yin Honglian and Ye Wenxin said in unison.
"I want to make a choice after my little disciple reaches the age of 15. Before that, I don't want to be disturbed by anyone. Do you two understand what I mean?" Jing Ke said.
"Whether it's the Demon Cult or the Martial Arts Alliance, at this point, neither of them is a choice I want to make." Jing Ke paused, "I don't mean to coerce you two, but if I find you two following me, I might choose to cooperate with the court."
Jing Ke only said three sentences and successfully made Yin Honglian and Ye Wenxin change their expressions.
That's right, there are always more than two choices before Jing Ke. If the other party cooperates with the court, it will be very bad news for both the Demon Cult and the Martial Arts Alliance.
"Please rest assured, my people will never spy on your whereabouts, Jing Ke. Even if there are any, they can only be disguised by other people with ulterior motives." Yin Honglian said, not forgetting to throw a basin of dirty water on the other party.
Ye Wenxin glanced deeply at Yin Honglian, then cupped his fists towards Jing Ke and made his own promise, "I accept this on behalf of my master. The people of the Wulin Alliance will never act like a mean person."
"That's it, you two can go now." After achieving his goal, Jing Ke began to drive people away.
Neither Yin Honglian nor Ye Wenxin gained any advantage, but the current result was not unacceptable. At least it was much better than Jing Ke side with the other party.
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The left protector of the Demon Cult and the leader of the Suzaku Hall of the Wulin Alliance both have a certain status and position.
After the three-party talks in the teahouse, Jing Ke could clearly feel that there were fewer unfamiliar faces in Feng'an City, and the martial arts practitioners' cultivation level had returned to its previous level.
After calmly solving two big problems, Jing Ke began to continue raising his little apprentice.
After the slightly sad Mid-Autumn Festival, it was almost the anniversary of the death of Mr. Luo and his group.
In one year, Luo Yuezhu has grown a lot. Not only has her body changed, but her mind has also become more determined and mature.
After paying tribute to her relatives one by one, Luo Yuezhu decisively handed the account book to Xiaomu, who had always been by her side, making her the current head of the Luo family.
Xiao Mu was naturally reluctant to leave Luo Yuezhu, but she had no talent for martial arts. Even the martial arts that Jing Ke had specially selected for her could only make Xiao Mu slightly stronger.
"Okay, it's not like I won't come back. I'm just traveling with my master for a few years. I'll leave the family to you while I'm away." Luo Yuezhu said with a smile and patted Xiaomu, who was almost as tall as herself.
"Miss, when will you come back?" Xiaomu asked tearfully, hugging his young lady and not wanting to let go.
"This..." Luo Yuezhu couldn't tell the exact time, so she could only look at her master for help.
"I come back at least once a year. As for when I will come back to settle down, I can't say for sure." Jing Ke said truthfully.
According to Jing Ke's plan, she would take her little disciple and travel all the way to the sect's headquarters, then stay there for half a year, and then leave the headquarters and come back on the anniversary of Mr. Luo's death.
This continued until the little disciple reached adulthood and her martial arts skills were almost on par with Yin Honglian, Ye Wenxin and others. Then he would take her with him to seek revenge, letting the little disciple personally eliminate her enemies so that hatred would no longer bother her.
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There is nothing wrong with such a plan. Jing Ke and Luo Yuezhu are not spoiled young ladies who insist on having servants when going out.
Luo Yuezhu, who had learned to ride a horse in the early spring, no longer shared a horse with his master. Instead, he chose a white horse like his master and officially began to venture into the world.
After Jing Ke repeatedly emphasized, the people from the Demon Cult and the Martial Arts Alliance did not dare to follow the two people's actions, but after they left, it was inevitable that they would secretly inquire about their movements.
However, the information they can obtain in this way is very limited. Once Jing Ke and Luo Yuezhu go to a place with fewer people, they can only wander around like headless flies.
In fact, when Tianyan Sect decided to go into seclusion, it expelled everyone except the core disciples from the sect, and those who remained in the end were basically people with blood ties.
The reason why the number of sect members decreased with each generation was simple: their desire to continue their bloodline was becoming weaker and weaker. Even when a newborn was born, they would not take the initiative to teach the child martial arts. Usually, they would only pass on their internal skills when they had a positive emotional need.
The Tianyan Sect's headquarters was originally very large, but with the addition of layer upon layer of formations and the continuous decrease in the number of disciples, by the time it was passed to Jing Ke, it was only the size of an ordinary hill.
The sect's warehouse is very secretive and built against the mountain. If you have not practiced the sect's internal skills to the sixth level or above, you won't even be able to open the door of the sect's warehouse.
This is actually a disguised form of screening. Only disciples who can cultivate to the sixth level or above are qualified to enter the warehouse to obtain the most precious cultivation resources in the sect.
Of course, that was the earliest regulation.
Ever since the Tianyan Sect went into seclusion, the so-called unspoken rules and sect regulations were gradually forgotten. When it became a single lineage, there was no longer any rule left.
After briefly explaining the situation of the sect to his young disciple, Jing Ke led the young disciple to the warehouse and let her see the stone door of the warehouse which was said to weigh 100,000 pounds.
"Master, the pattern on this stone gate seems to be similar to the one on the token." Luo Yuezhu said, and quickly tore open the purse wrapped around the jade token, revealing the token of the left protector of the Demon Sect.
"It does look a bit similar." Jing Ke looked at the token, then at the pattern on the stone gate, and finally remembered where the previous sense of familiarity came from.
But so what? The decision was made when Tianyanmen decided to live in seclusion.
Everything in this world has nothing to do with Tianyanmen. You walk your own way, and I walk mine. As long as we are all safe, that's all.
Seeing that her master did not say much, Luo Yuezhu sensibly put the token back into her purse and watched her master use his inner strength to lift the 100,000-jin sect, revealing the treasure trove inside.
"Master, is this, is this the storehouse of our sect?" Luo Yuezhu couldn't help but widen his eyes after seeing the gold that was almost piled into a small mountain.
Luo Yuezhu felt that she was not an ignorant person. She actually owned 100,000 taels of silver, which was equivalent to 10,000 taels of gold.
But considering the size of this hill, it seems that it is not something that can be contained by ten thousand taels of gold. It must be hundreds of thousands or even millions of taels of gold, right?
Not to mention the many antiques, calligraphy and paintings placed on the surrounding shelves. You can tell at a glance that they are very valuable. If they were all exchanged for gold and silver, it might be a small gold mountain.
No wonder when my master gave me New Year’s money, he gave me a silver note of one thousand taels. It turns out that my master’s sect is so rich.
"Yes, the things piled on the outside are just some ordinary treasures. The good stuff is in the back," Jing Ke said. He led his young apprentice through the gold mountain and the collection of calligraphy and paintings, and after opening a hidden door with a mechanism, he revealed the true inheritance of the sect.
Inside were many secret manuals of martial arts engraved on iron scrolls. In addition, there were more than a hundred kinds of magical weapons neatly placed on the weapon racks, waiting for their next owners to take them out.
"You can also change your swords. You can pick two that you like and take them with you." Jing Ke said.
While his young apprentice was choosing weapons, Jing Ke quickly rummaged through the box, looking for the elixirs that were hand-kneaded by the seniors that could improve his internal strength.
This is it, three pills in a bottle, each pill can improve your internal strength by almost ten years.
The little disciple's meridians are many times wider than those of ordinary people. A mere ten years of internal energy can probably only just fill up the meridians.
"Yuezhu, keep this." Jing Ke stuffed the jade bottle into the little disciple's hand.
"Master, what is this?" Luo Yuezhu asked when she didn't understand.
"Good things that can improve your strength." Jing Ke said, giving a simple and easy-to-understand example, "It's the kind you've seen in storybooks. Eating it can improve your strength."
"Ah?" Luo Yuezhu was stunned for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Then Master, can I withstand the effects of the medicine? Will I explode and die?"
"Hmm? Do you think that I, your master, would harm you?" Jing Ke raised his eyebrows.
"Disciple absolutely did not mean that!" Luo Yuezhu replied, straightening his back and immediately putting the jade bottle into his arms. "Master, I'll keep it."
"Well, you can swallow it after dinner. I, your master, will help you refine your internal strength." Jing Ke said, and continued to search for other precious pills.
Universal detoxification pills? Bring them!
Colorless and odorless cartilage powder? I have a feeling it'll come in handy someday, so I might as well take it with me.
Oh no, take this poison that can cause stomach rupture and intestinal bleeding with you too.
When you are in the world, you are bound to meet some bad guys. When the time comes, just feed them the poison.
With the idea that it is better to make full use of something than to let it gather dust, Jing Ke took all the pills he thought were useful, gave the safe and harmless medicines to his apprentice, and kept the poisonous ones on himself.
After waiting for his apprentice to choose two relatively suitable swords, Jing Ke closed the second door and began to study antiques, calligraphy and paintings.
It is not impossible to spend the gold directly, but gold is too heavy. It is better to exchange a relatively inferior painting for a few thousand taels of silver, and then use it for a while.
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In this way, with a painting that was finally sold for 4,560 taels of silver, Jing Ke started a semi-secluded life with his little apprentice.
Luo Yuezhu was also fortunate enough to taste her master's amazing cooking skills. Apart from the necessary eating, washing, sleeping, etc., she was either practicing martial arts or not.
Autumn goes and winter comes, year after year passes.
Apart from the time spent going home to pay respects to relatives, Luo Yuezhu's time spent practicing at the sect's headquarters and traveling and fighting others was half and half, each lasting about five months.
On his apprentice's twelfth birthday, Jing Ke personally painted a picture of a snow scene and gave it to his apprentice.
The young apprentice was very happy and hung the picture in his room, looking at it several times every day.
When he was thirteen years old, Jing Ke studied for more than half a month, and finally sewed a barely acceptable robe for his little apprentice.
The little apprentice was even happier. She initially refused to wear the robe, but only after her master told her that the robe was made for her to wear did she carefully put it on.
After putting them on, the young apprentice couldn't help wanting to show off, and she specially accompanied her master to a nearby county town to purchase supplies. Whenever someone praised her clothes for being beautiful, the corners of the young apprentice's mouth couldn't help but rise high.
When the little apprentice was fourteen years old, Jing Ke, as the master, didn't know what to give him, so he rolled up his sleeves and made a set of hidden weapons for his little apprentice.
By the way, he also taught his apprentice to apply poison on hidden weapons, so that even if the hidden weapon failed to hit the enemy's vital point, it could still kill him in a very short time.
The young apprentice was stunned when he heard this, and felt that this was a bit unfair, but then he thought about it and felt that what his master said made a lot of sense.
Being kind to your enemies is being cruel to your own people. The other party wants to kill you, so why can't you use some reliable tricks?
In the blink of an eye, it was the little apprentice's fifteenth birthday, which was also the time for her to come of age.
Although in Jing Ke's opinion, even though the little apprentice is fifteen years old, he is still just a little kid, and he still has three full years before he turns eighteen and becomes an adult.
But in today's era and society, girls can get married and have children at the age of fifteen. Once they reach the age of marriage, they are already adults who can stand on their own feet.
Jing Ke also knew this, so she was thinking about going back to Feng'an City to hold a coming-of-age ceremony for her little apprentice.
But in the end, she was rejected by the little apprentice. She only made one request, which was that her master help her comb her hair and change it to a hairstyle that represented an adult.
Jing Ke naturally would not refuse such a request. After a simple trial with her head in the room, she successfully combed her little apprentice's hair on her fifteenth birthday.
As for the gift for his fifteenth birthday, Jing Ke felt that his little disciple seemed to have everything he needed.
I've already given my little apprentice paintings, clothes, weapons, and so on. And since my little apprentice has grown from barely reaching my shoulders to reaching the bridge of my nose, he probably doesn't need any childish little gifts anymore, right?
After thinking carefully for a while, Jing Ke finally thought of what to give.
If it’s my little disciple’s fifteenth birthday, I’ll give her fifteen years of my internal energy!
What a great number and meaning, simply perfect!
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