"The sect history of Huashan Sect is all written by the leader himself." When Wang Xu asked who wrote the sect's history, Yue Lingshan replied subconsciously.
Wang Xu clapped his hands gently, with an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and said: "That's right. The winner of the Huashan Sect back then was a member of the Huashan Qitang. The history books were written by the head of the Qitang.
How do you think he would write it?"
History is written by the victors. The Huashan Sword Qi War is a family scandal. In order to take care of one's own image, of course it is impossible to write it down realistically.
If it were written about a sword fight, the Qitang used despicable means to plot against the sword hall, and killed all the masters of the sword hall, how would future generations of disciples treat these seniors thousands of years later?
What's more, there are many more masters in Jian Tang than Qi Tang. Although Qi Tang won the final victory, it was not unscathed.
After the sword energy battle ended, the old leader passed away not long after, and the Huashan Sect was handed over to Yue Buqun.
Given Yue Buqun's duplicitous character, it is strange that he would write down the truth.
Because of this, other sects have a large group of masters and uncles, but the Huashan sect had to rely on Yue Buqun to hold on alone. He fell from the top of the Five Mountains to the bottom of the Five Mountains, and was almost expelled.
"I don't believe it. I'm going to go find my father and ask for clarification." Yue Lingshan's eyes turned red, and the eldest lady became angry.
Linghu Chong hurriedly stepped forward to coax her, but Wang Xu had no intention of coddling her and said without looking back: "You guys go ahead and play. I'll take my leave. We'll see each other again."
"Brother Wang, why not us..."
"Why don't we go our separate ways and meet again when we are destined."
Linghu Chong wanted to say something more, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wang Xu.
Right now, Linghu Chong is synonymous with trouble. Dongchang and Jinyiwei are chasing him, so only fools would play with him.
Not to mention sharing the joys and sorrows, our relationship is not that good, so there is no need to go up and down the line.
Wang Xu waved his hand and said goodbye. If there was a chance, we might meet again in the future.
"Come back!" Wang Xu walked into the woods and gently stretched out his right hand.
Buzz buzz!!
There was a sound of flapping wings, and the mechanical flying insect flew around Wang Xu and landed steadily in his hand.
After putting away the mechanical flying insects, the smile on Wang Xu's face became even stronger, and he raised his long knife into the sky.
...Tongfu Inn...
When Wang Xu returned to Qixia Town, the inn had already been proofed, and it took a long time to call Tianmen Bai Zhantang to open the door.
Seeing that Wang Xu was coming back, Bai Zhantang stretched his neck and looked around, suspicious as to what he was doing.
"What are you looking at?"
"Xiao Ji went to Linghu Chong for a martial arts competition, but she hasn't come back yet. I'm a little worried!"
Bai Zhantang said something casually, which made Wang Xu frown secretly.
Ji Wuming went to Linghu Chong to compete, but he didn't see Ji Wuming at Linghu Chong's place. Where did this guy go?
Wang Xu thought about it and felt that Ji Wuming was probably looking in the wrong direction, so he said, "Don't worry about him. I was just at Linghu Chong and didn't see Ji Wuming at all. Maybe he was looking in the wrong direction."
Bar."
"Really?" Bai Zhantang was overjoyed and hurriedly welcomed Wang Xu in, happily saying: "I'll be relieved if you don't go to Linghu Chong. Xiao Ji's martial arts is very high, and ordinary people can't deal with him."
After saying this, Bai Zhantang looked at the sky and said proactively: "Your news is so timely. I was thinking about going to find him, but it seems there is no need now. Are you hungry? I'll bring you a midnight snack on the hour. It's just right.
I'm hungry too, let's have some drinks together."
Wang Xu touched his stomach. On the way back and forth, he had been using hard Qigong to treat the injury on his shoulder.
Now that my injury is almost healed, I have also used up a lot of hard Qigong. I need food to supplement my nutrition. If I say I'm not hungry, I'd be lying.
"The Dugu Nine Swords have been recorded by the mechanical flying insect. It's the same to me if I watch it early or play it for a while. In this case, I might as well fill up my stomach first. It's really uncomfortable to have nothing in my stomach!
"Wang Xu didn't feel too hungry before. After hearing Lao Bai say that there was a late night snack, his whole stomach started to drum, and waves of hunger came to his heart.
This is a normal reaction. Hard Qigong refines essence and transforms Qi. The essence here is the essence of food. If you want to make up for the hard Qigong consumed, you have to eat.
The injury on Wang Xu's shoulder was caused by the sword energy, and it also damaged the bone. The injury was cured within four or five hours, and the hard qigong also consumed two or three levels.
"Okay, let's have some drinks and add a few more side dishes, and the money will be credited to my account." Wang Xu agreed and even took the initiative to take over the bill.
Bai Zhantang was unhappy when he heard this. He used to be a respectable person. How could he make the guests pay for his own treat? So he said, "I agreed that I would treat you to a drink. How can I make you spend money and look down on me?"
"Are you sure?" Wang Xuke knows how much he eats. To make up for the 30% of the energy consumed by hard qigong, it is impossible without a few buckets of food.
At this time, Lao Bai definitely couldn't say that he was incompetent. He patted his chest and promised: "It's a small matter. Just tell me what you want to eat."
...half an hour later...
"Here comes the fish-flavored shredded pork!" Lao Bai came up with the fish-flavored shredded pork and placed the plate on the table.
In Wang Xu's hand was a large bowl, which Tongfu Inn usually used to serve soup. It was full of half a bowl of rice.
When Wang Xu saw the food coming, he took the plate and poured it into the bowl without saying anything.
A full plate of vegetables occupied a small space in the big bowl. Wang Xu dug into it with a rice spoon, then started eating while holding the basin.
"Watch what I do. This little food is not enough. Go get some more." Wang Xu looked up and found that Lao Bai hadn't left, so he waved his hand carelessly.
Lao Bai smiled and nodded, and also said: "We martial arts practitioners will inevitably have a larger appetite. Just wait for me, I will get some more dishes."
Bai Zhantang left happily, not knowing that this was just the beginning.
Wang Xu sat there eating and drinking. After the vegetables were fried and served, he poured it into his own big bowl. If there was not enough rice, he added rice.
Lao Bai left after putting down the dishes, and came as soon as the dishes were cooked. He came and went six or seven times within ten minutes.
As a result, when I looked back, I saw that Wang Xu was still eating and drinking like that, with no sign of being full at all.
Seeing this, Lao Bai's smile became awkward and asked: "Is it enough to eat? There are still steamed buns in the kitchen. We martial arts practitioners are lucky to be able to eat them."
"There are steamed buns, bring them all, this half bucket of rice is not enough!" Wang Xu looked like he was eating, but in fact he was mobilizing hard qigong all the time, absorbing the essence of the food's internal energy.
Half a barrel of rice and seven plates of vegetables were decomposed into zhenqi in Wang Xu's stomach.
So despite eating so much, Wang Xu calculated by himself that to replenish the energy consumed by hard qigong, he would need at least two buckets of rice and twenty plates of dishes. After all, the dishes cooked by Lao Bai are ordinary home-cooked dishes.
There was not even a single dish, including big fish and meat.
Without big fish and meat, just vegetarian vegetables and a few shredded pork can't convert much energy together, because it is not nutritious enough.
"It's not enough to eat. It's okay. There is still a kitchen. It's a blessing to be able to eat!" Lao Bai said with a sad face, as if he was a widower.
It is no longer time for him to be a thief. He is working as a waiter at Tongfu Inn, and his monthly salary is only four cents.
Wang Xu has eaten this meal, and Lao Bai feels distressed. It has cost him at least three days of wages.
He still hasn't prepared the dishes yet. They are all home-cooked dishes such as scrambled eggs with tomatoes and eggplants roasted with minced meat. If he eats more fish and meat, he may not be able to work this month in vain.
"Don't cry, I told you a long time ago that this meal is mine." Looking at Lao Bai's face as if it were a dead relative, Wang Xu patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he could relax.
"No, if I treat you as promised, I will treat you. You have to give me this face. Isn't it just that you can eat it? When I traveled around the world, I saw a lot of edible things. I don't care about one meal." The old white duck has a tough mouth.
, refusing to admit defeat no matter what.
When Wang Xu saw that he had already talked about this, what else could he say? Let's serve the food.
After another half hour, the empty plates were piled half a meter high in Wang Xu's hand, and there were twenty plates.
Lao Bai's expression was really good-looking. He was turning blue and white at one time. Wang Xu looked at it in disbelief and asked: "Old Bai, what kind of martial arts are you practicing? Your face is turning green and white. The Zixia Magic Kung Fu is not that powerful, right?"