overthrow the chief

What do you really want, is it really your luck?

Chu Ting first took Xuan Lun in to find a place to resettle. The place on the top of Qingzhu Peak is actually very big, but the Taiqing faction has lived here for several generations, and they haven't planned it well.Chu Ting thought of the countless ancient buildings he had seen before, as well as the grandeur of Wudang and Emei in Shushan.

Of course, the first thing to do is to repair the main hall of the sect, then erect the general large wall, divide several living areas, and finally repair the leak in the roof of his room——cough, poor.

With such an arrangement, the money in Chu Ting's hands flew away like a rushing water.He asked Xuan Lun to live next door to him for the time being, and then moved out after the disciple's room was built.Song Zhe also discovered Murong Yan's existence at this time, and took the initiative to find him.

"Brother, that person is not..."

"Have you asked clearly?" Chu Ting ordered: "Go and find out, and tell me when you come back."

Song Zhe went in response, but Jiang Yilang suddenly disappeared and disappeared.Chu Ting ignored him, and helped Xuan Lun make a bed, and arranged work for the servants who had just arrived. After a lot of work, Xuan Lun belatedly asked, "Master, our sect... How many people?"

"Cough." Chu Ting blushed a little: "The Taiqing sect has been passed down to me for the eighth generation, and it has a long history. It's just that the heads of the last few generations have followed the practice of hiding from the world, so the single lineage..."

He briefly talked about his grievances with the Tianyi faction, thinking that if Zuo Yansong's disciples had no intentions, the Tianyi faction would become a thing of the past.But it was not Zuo Yansong who was killed today, but himself, and the Taiqing faction would cease to exist.

The rivers and lakes are so black and white, life and death, there has never been a third way to solve the problem by force.

After Xuan Lun finished listening, he nodded ignorantly. He was only 12 years old. Although he matured a little earlier, he couldn't clearly understand the things he hadn't experienced.Chu Ting doesn't want him to understand everything now, it's better to come slowly.Growth is not an overnight process.

However, he has high expectations for Xuan Lun. He is the head disciple and the chief senior brother. If there are no other changes, he will be the next head.When teaching him martial arts, you have to put in more thought, and you have to start a little bit to make sure that he progresses a bit higher than other disciples, so that you can determine the prestige of the big brother.

Thinking of this, he became concerned about Xuan Lun's other matters: "Lun'er, do you want to write a letter to my family?"

Xuan Lun thought for a while and nodded: "I should write a letter to my sister and tell her not to worry."

"Don't talk too much about the heavenly things." Chu Ting thought not to leak the news, but also wanted not to make Xuan Huier a daughter too worried, and ordered Xuan Lun some trivial matters, and Xuan Lun agreed one by one. He walked out of the room and saw that Song Zhe had finished asking about the news and came back to report.

"Brother, it's that Murong Yan." Song Zhe inquired clearly: "The master painter said that his apprentice went back to his hometown for business, and Murong Yan was hired temporarily. He said he was in urgent need of money, so he came to work part-time."

"Is it to buy medicine for that middle-aged man?" Chu Ting remembered that Murong Yan did not come to the town alone: ​​"Is there any other news?"

Song Zhe shook his head: "I don't know about that, that Murong Yan doesn't talk much, but works very quickly, but I don't think he looks like...not like..."

Song Zhe thought for a while and couldn't find the words, and scratched his head: "I can't say, he is a bit special, he really doesn't look like someone from our place."

Chu Ting couldn't help laughing: "What's wrong with our people here?"

"It's just different." Song Zhe was a little confused: "Brother, you don't look like our people now, and Jiang Yilang, he doesn't look like a local."

"Murong Yan looks a bit like Xuan Lun to me, but he's more...more..." He pondered for a while, and finally came up with a word: "There's still money!"

What kind of adjective is this... Chu Ting broke out in a cold sweat. Song Zhe is just literate and not illiterate. What can a 14-year-old child say?

He gave up asking questions, and it was about lunch time, so he took Song Zhexuanlun to the dining hall, and specially ordered the hired cook to buy a chicken, which was also ready at this time to make it fragrant and attractive.Chu Ting calmly took a big mouthful of rice aroma, this is a good day!Decided!In the future, Taiqing Pie will have both fish and meat!Custard is complete!Who is the primary productive force?It's a foodie! ┭┮﹏┭┮The truth is: In order to eat better, human beings are working hard!

Because there was only one canteen and there were not so many rules, Chu Ting asked the craftsmen to eat together. Murong Yan was also present. Chu Ting observed secretly and saw that Murong Yan really had an inexplicable temperament. The young man ate his rice very silently. , Chu Ting looked at him, and found that he was wearing coarse clothes but there was no shame, his hands were slightly scratched but very new, presumably they were done recently, and he was eating slowly, Chu Ting's heart moved, and he glanced at Xuan Lun.

It really is……

Xuan Lun had a good family education, he ate without speaking and sat upright, so did Murong Yan, who chewed his food slowly, showing a bit of elegance unconsciously, Chu Ting looked at it, and probably had an idea in his heart.

The word that Song Zhe couldn't figure out, could it be nobility?In this case, Murong Yan's identity may not be simple.

Chu Ting was thinking about something, when Jiang Yilang appeared again, grinning, sat down beside him, and called the cook: "Bring me a chicken leg!"

"There are only two legs in total!" Chu Ting quickly took off the chicken's two legs, handed one to Xuan Lun and put the other into Song Zhe's bowl. Although he screamed in his heart, he suppressed the desire to eat , he is the master!It's the master!Consider it for the whole sect!Can't be favoritism-woo hoo, what a delicious meaty smell!

"Isn't it just a chicken?" Jiang Yilang rolled his eyes, took out a bag from his bosom and threw it in front of him: "No, for my meal money, I will have more delicious food in the future."

Chu Ting fished it over and opened it, girl, rich and prostitute!It turned out to be the legendary golden leaf!

Jiang Yilang grinned, took a piece of chicken and chewed it: "How about it, does it benefit a lot from taking me in?"

There are many troubles!Chu Ting stuffed the money bag into his clothes vigorously, pretending to be serious: "Can you guarantee that you won't do any unnecessary things other than recuperate your injuries? You won't cause us any trouble?"

"Nonsense." Jiang Yilang became displeased: "In your eyes, am I just that capable of causing trouble?" He glanced at Chu Ting's job maliciously: "Or do I have to avenge my grievances and go down the mountain to buy some crotons?"

Chu Ting subconsciously covered his rice bowl, and when he realized his actions, he immediately said, "What identity do you use to stay?"

"This..." Jiang Yilang thought for a while, leaned into his ear and whispered, "How about as your junior brother?"

"What?" Chu Ting didn't understand what he meant: "Isn't my junior brother Song Zhe?"

Jiang Yilang laughed when he heard the words: "Who wants to impersonate him? I mean, tell your master to take in more apprentices." He took the opportunity to take away all the chicken in Chu Ting's bowl, and filled his mouth with one bite: "This cook is good at cooking. You may consider hiring her for a long time... I can't ask you to be my teacher, so I'll just wrong myself and be your junior."

"Hey, that's my chicken!" Chu Ting gave him a hard look, protected his rice bowl, and changed his mind.Jiang Yilang really couldn't be his apprentice - he wouldn't want this kind of apprentice either!But if you were a junior, how would you explain it to others?

Jiang Yilang pursed his lips, shrugged his shoulders and went to the pot again, Chu Ting thought for a few seconds silently, weighed the pros and cons and the heavy gold in his arms, and decided to nod in agreement.Just as he was about to speak, Xuan Lun who was sitting next to him suddenly turned his head and whispered: "Master, since you have an old relationship with the magistrate, why don't you ask the magistrate to help you open a local household registration for Uncle Jiang? Now that there is war in the north, There are also many people in exile.”

What a caring apprentice!Chu Ting was very moved, and thought of opening a local household registration to define his identity, Jiang Yilang was really a member of the Taiqing School.Because of the fact that martial arts are popular in the world, although the people in the martial arts form their own system and practice semi-autonomy, the imperial court does not care about everything. As long as they claim to be famous and decent, they must report a list of members to the local government in order to coordinate the investigation information.

Xuan Lun's few words, to the point, not only resolved Jiang Yilang's identity explanation, but also allowed Jiang Yilang to settle in the Taiqing sect, with a somewhat effective household registration system.Chu Ting finally nodded: "You should stay here."

He hurriedly added: "However, since you have stayed, you are no longer Jiang Yilang." He said with a serious tone: "Leaving aside the previous ones, if you do something that is not good for the Taiqing sect... ..."

Jiang Yilang snorted: "Don't worry! I won't give you the chin!"