Quick Travel: The beginning is Shura Field

Chapter 1568: A blind girl from a poor sect turns her life around with her acting skills (10)

Leng Wu Jue looked at the group of people with boredom: "With just this little courage, you still come out to imitate others and do righteous things?"

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect looked at each other in bewilderment. No one dared to step forward to test them. They only dared to attack from a distance: "You, the Hundred Ghost Sect, deliberately injured people and killed disciples of the Piao Miao Sect. Now you have killed dozens of people from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. Are you waiting for the Quanzheng Dao to attack you?"

If the people who came were disciples from other sects, Leng Wujue would have killed them all long ago. How could he give them the chance to talk nonsense?

Entirely out of consideration for his wife's face, Leng Wujue wanted to leave a few talents for the Wanjian Sect.

"Go back and tell your sect leader not to use the disciples as pawns. If he has the guts, have him come and kill me personally. I will be waiting for you."

Leng Wu Jue turned around and disappeared into the night in red.

The remaining people looked at each other and asked: "Should we... continue chasing?"

"What are you chasing? Leng Wujue is very powerful. Ji Lingfeng sent us here just to die. He wants to curry favor with Piao Miao Sect, so he wants to use our lives in exchange?"

"Yes, the people from the Hundred Ghosts Sect are elusive, and each of them has higher skills than us. If we continue to chase them, we will get nothing but death."

"Besides, if our Wanjian Sect takes action, the Wanqi Pavilion and Baiquan Sect are smart. They know that Baigui Sect is not easy to deal with, so they all hide like turtles."

"Alas, our Wanjian Sect's fate has come to this. The old Sect Master has passed away, and the Senior Sister's power has all dissipated. Otherwise, how could Ji Lingfeng have taken the position of Sect Master?"

"If the senior sister's power was still there, our Wanjian Sect would not have let the disciples rush to the front. Ji Lingfeng doesn't take our lives seriously at all. I won't do this anyway!"

As one person turned around and returned to the sect, the others followed.

Leng Wujue stood in the dark, listening to the group's discussions.

Suddenly, a pitch-black crow fluttered and landed on his shoulder. Leng Wujue opened the bamboo tube on its leg and took out the rolled-up note inside.

After seeing the contents clearly, Leng Wujue raised his eyebrows.

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"Madam, are you awake?"

Dai Ke was practicing his moves when he heard the ghost bride's voice and sat back at the table: "You're awake, come in."

"Madam, breakfast is ready. Shall we bring it in?"

Dai Ke thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the lobby to eat. I'll find out some things while I'm at it."

The ghost bride helped Dai Ke downstairs and asked the waiter to bring up the prepared food.

"You two, please use it slowly."

"Little brother, please stay."

The waiter stopped and asked, "Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"

Dai Ke took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and handed it to the waiter: "I'll take up some of your time. Sit down and ask you something."

The waiter took the money and sat down opposite Dai Ke happily: "Whatever you want to ask, I will answer you."

"Are there any small sects in or around this town, or sects that have been around for a long time but are not very famous?"

Although there are four good and three evil sects on the mainland, these are only the most powerful sects on the mainland and can be ranked in the top seven.

In addition, there are also some small and medium-sized sects, some of which are relatively famous, some are relatively declining, and some have few members, which can only be described as inconspicuous small sects. The waiter thought carefully: "There is no sect, but there is a sect that is not very famous."

"Where?"

"Less than ten miles southeast of the town, there is a place called 'Buping Village', which specializes in helping people resolve injustices."

"Moreover, they charge money for their services to the rich and provide services for the poor for free. If people in the surrounding towns get into trouble, they like to ask them for help."

"Bupingzhai," Dai Ke murmured, "Thank you, you can leave now."

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

After breakfast, Dai Ke asked the ghost bride to take him to Buping Village.

"There are stones here, please be careful ma'am."

In the sparsely populated clearing in the forest, there is a desolate and dilapidated village. "Stand firm and keep your back straight. Anyone who slacks off will have no food to eat."

In the courtyard of the camp, a group of children wearing coarse linen clothes were practicing horse stance seriously.

The middle-aged man holding the precepts with his hands behind his back had a serious expression on his face. He glanced at the child's movements and would slap him on the buttocks if there was anything wrong.

The ghost bride shouted, "Hey, who's the boss here?"

Hearing the voice, the man turned and looked towards Dai Ke.

Seeing Dai Ke's outstanding temperament, he knew at a glance that the two were not ordinary people. The seriousness on his face instantly turned into flattery, and he smiled and greeted them: "Have you two encountered any troubles? Do you want us, Buping Village, to help?"

When there is something wrong, the orthodox sects will keep to themselves, and there are no reliable and loyal officers in the Wanjian Sect for Dai Ke to dispatch, so Dai Ke wants to train a new department. This department is dedicated to dispatch and assist the growth of the Wanjian Sect, and the people in it are better to be extraordinary.

But all the masters are recruited by various sects. If you want to find someone with good skills, you have to choose from some unknown sects.

But it doesn’t matter if you have poor skills, as long as you have a foundation, you can develop it later.

"Can we come in and talk?"

Noticing that Dai Ke had eye problems, the man invited, "Please come this way."

In the sloppy room with only a table and four benches, the man brought a kettle and poured two bowls of water for the two people.

"There is no tea in the village, please forgive me for inconveniencing you two."

Dai Ke said, "It's okay, sit down and talk."

"My name is Dai Ke. I don't know your name, sir?"

"Your surname is Zhang, and your given name is Qiang."

"Master Zhang, let me tell you my purpose. I want to establish a sect, but I am short of manpower. I would like to ask Master Zhang to bring members from the village to join me. What do you think?"

Even if Dai Ke did not hand over the "Wuji Sword Technique", the Hehuan Sect or the Poison Insect Sect would try their best to pull the Wuji Sect off the altar.

After all, these evil cults always want to destroy decent religions in order to demonstrate their power.

The Wanjian Sect was the first among the orthodox religions, but as the saying goes, a big tree attracts the wind, which would always bring disasters, putting the Wanjian Sect in danger.

Therefore, Dai Ke urgently needs to establish a new sect to help Wanjian Sect eliminate dissidents and charge into battle.

After the new sect is successfully established, it will also become the capital for Dai Ke to regain control of the Wanjian Sect.

"This..." Zhang Qiang hesitated, "Young lady wants to establish a sect, why did she come to our Buping Village?"

And the name Dai Ke sounds so familiar.

"Because I want a sect that has powerful founders, so I need some masters. Of course, you can rest assured about the treatment. I guarantee that you will be satisfied."

As she spoke, the ghost bride put down the bundle in her hand, and when she opened it, it was full of golden ingots.

Zhang Qiang's eyes suddenly lit up. He had never seen anyone so generous in his life.

Staring at the gold ingots, Zhang Qiang swallowed his saliva and said, "Miss, you are really generous, but please forgive me for refusing."

Hearing the other party's refusal so straightforwardly, Dai Ke asked in surprise: "Do you have any concerns, Excellency?"

Zhang Qiang rubbed his hands and looked through the leaky window at the sweaty boys and girls outside, with a look of reluctance on his face.