When the old man heard this, he sat up from the sofa in shock, looked at Yan Bing with a puzzled expression and asked, "Qihua, what do you mean?"
Yan Bing shook his head and asked, "Master, do you have no friends in the Central Plains martial arts world?"
"Friends? Huh! Except for a stubborn old man who doesn't want to deal with me, the others are just juniors. How can they be worthy of being my friends?" The old man said in a still arrogant tone.
Yan Bing put his hand on his forehead... and was speechless for a while.
Yan Bing asked in another way: "Master, you look down on other sects so much, do you mean to unify the martial arts in the Central Plains?"
The old man dug his ears, thinking he heard wrongly, and asked: "What are you talking about? My own sect is already too busy. If I don't care about their sect anymore, won't I be exhausted?"
Yan Bing tried his best to restrain his tone and explained slowly and thoughtfully: "Since you don't plan to annex them or make friends with them, but just want to strengthen yourself, aren't you afraid that they will collude and target our Feixia Sect together?"
"Haha!" The old man still looked disdainful and continued: "It's not that I look down on them, they don't have the guts."
Yan Bing was completely speechless...
Isn’t there a saying in this world that “it’s essential to be on guard against others”?
Yan Bing had been suspicious when he heard his elder brother say that "many Romans were hiding in the audience" that day.
After all, those who were invited were all people from the martial arts world in the Central Plains. Why could the Luomen Sect members be suddenly sidelined with them without the Feixia Sect's complete knowledge?
People on stage may not notice the details below.
Could it be that the audience below are all a bunch of blind people?
After a day and a night of dueling, no one went to alert the people of Feixiamen?
Or, are they just there to be “extras”!?
In order to confirm this, Yan Bing decided to ask for more details.
When Yan Bing opened his mouth, he went straight to the point and asked: "That day, why did the Roman Sect in the Western Regions allow us to suffer such a big loss?"
The topic suddenly changed so quickly that the old man was confused by the question.
You know, this incident eleven years ago has always been a thorn in the old man's heart. As an apprentice, I should know it well, but what does it mean to suddenly mention it again today?
The old man was a little angry for a moment, but he couldn't bear to be angry with his beloved disciple who had just gotten better.
He could only say impatiently: "I was careless! I underestimated the enemy, okay? I didn't expect them to suddenly attack, and arranged a large number of masters to hide in the audience..., and I, Feixia Sect, have many elders, and the hall master is outside
, didn’t come back in time.”
Yan Bing grasped the key points, guided them step by step, and continued to ask: "Then we elders, the most powerful among the hall masters, what were they and their disciples busy with at that time?"
The old man calmed down and recalled carefully: "Junior Brother Chengqian and his direct disciples were invited to attend the wedding banquet of the third son of the master of Lanfeng Hall of Zijinmen. Junior Sister Mo Han and her direct disciples were invited to attend the annual event of Jinding Hall.
Disciple selection ceremony
, and senior brother Qin Ming, and his direct disciples, were invited to the Supreme Sword Manor to participate in the sword-making ceremony of the Sword Forging Pavilion..." The more the old man said, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the more he spoke, the more he felt that something was going on behind his back.
Liang suddenly exclaimed: "Is it possible?!??"
Yan Bing looked through the booklet written by Zhao Er to him. Feixia Sect, Zijin Sect, Supreme Sword Manor, and Baolong Pavilion were the only first-class sects with four masters in the Central Plains martial arts world. They were collectively referred to as the Four sects of the Central Plains.
As for Jindingtang, it was originally a second-rate sect, but in the past ten years, with the support of Zijin Sect and Supreme Sword Village, its strength and reputation have increased greatly, and it has the potential to become the first-rate sect in the Central Plains.
The answer was already obvious... Just listening to the old man's narration, Yan Bing knew that it was already too late to worry... This was no longer about "one day" they colluded... This was clearly a collusion.
….
In order to let the stubborn old man figure it out for himself, Yan Bing asked another question: "Who were the audience that day?"
The old man had not yet recovered from the previous question. He was suddenly asked such a pointed question again, and he was a little confused for a moment.
After recalling it for a moment, he replied hesitantly: "Except for the old man from Baolong Pavilion, who has a bad temper with me, our two sects have completely severed contact with each other since more than seventy years ago..., and the other two sects, Zijin
I have invited both the Sect and the Supreme Sword Manor..."
When Yan Bing asked this, he had basically determined that the three black hands hiding behind the scenes were about to come out.
However, in order to completely wake up the old man, she raised the last question: "Then between these two sects, what is the difference between the people invited this time and the people invited in the past..."
When the old man was asked this question, he suddenly felt like the world was spinning. He slumped back on the couch, looked up at the sky, and was speechless for a long time...
It wasn't until a while later that the old man said tremblingly: "You mean, this is all the conspiracy of Zijinmen, Supreme Sword Manor and Jinding Pavilion...?"
Yan Bing shook his head and said: "No..., this is not a conspiracy..., this is a conspiracy..."
"Conspiracy??" the old man asked doubtfully.
"If we ask, they will just pretend to be ignorant. Even if they find clues, they will at most introduce a hall master and a pavilion master to take the blame. And whether their leader is involved, we... have no way to verify...
….”
To put it bluntly, I have made it clear that I am plotting against you! You will have to admit that you are unlucky in the end!!
But Yan Bing couldn't say this... because this sentence was too cruel to the old man.
Seeing that the old man's chest was rising and falling more and more rapidly, Yan Bing hurried forward, and while helping him caress his chest, he comforted him and said, "It's okay, Master, isn't it me? Don't worry, leave it to me. I will try my best to do it in the future."
, get to the bottom of it, every one of these participants is counted, and no one of them can escape."
The old man smiled bitterly at Yan Bing, pointed to his room, and said to Yan Bing: "You know, most of my swords were given to me by the current heads of Supreme Sword Manor and Zijin Sect..., I
I still treat them as treasure!! I still..., I still...,"
"Okay..., don't be angry! Don't be angry! Later I will teach the senior brother and the fifteenth senior brother how to cast and make steel, and let them take the time to make a new batch for you. We don't want that pile of scrap copper and iron.
Got it! Throw it away!!”
The old man rolled his eyes angrily. What did he hear? Throw it away?
He immediately sat up and said: "Don't throw it away!! Sell it for money!!"
Yan Bing: "…………."
"Master!!!" Yan Bing suddenly jumped up, patted the old man's arm and said, "This is a good idea!! Yes! Sell it for money!!! Not only do you have to sell it!! You also have to sell it with great fanfare!!! Tell the world.
Sell!!!!"
The old man thought to himself, "What's going on? Why have you become more obsessed with money than me?"
He looked at Yan Bing with a puzzled expression.
Yan Bing swung his skirt, raised one foot and stepped on the coffee table, raised his thumb, pointed at himself and said: "Master, now we are in the dark, and the enemy is in the open! Let's act out "I will never care about the world again."
"Show them!"
After Yan Bing finished speaking, the old man suddenly realized.
That’s right! Instead of guarding yourself day and night, you are afraid of thieves trying to kill your precious apprentice!
It's better to let them take the initiative to put down their guard, which will be more practical and save effort!
