Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 229: An Old Friend Comes to Qingma Lake

In the room, the Master of Zhengyi Pavilion was talking with Li Guanqi standing by the window.
His wheelchair was parked alone on the side.

Seeing Zhang Ze in a daze, the Pavilion Master turned around and said with a smile, "Why, is it not possible?"

"That's not what I meant. It's just a little sudden." Zhang Ze smiled awkwardly. "How are you?"

But when Zhang Ze asked this, the Pavilion Master just smiled and shook his head without saying anything.

"Just trying out something new. This magical device called the Thousand Machine Prosthetic Body is quite interesting."

Zhang Ze had previously asked the sect leader about cases like Wei Zhuang and the Master of Zhengyi Pavilion.

However, he did not quite understand, because the sect leader said some strange things like the world is flawed, humanity is damaged, there is no way back, etc.

When asked about the specific reason, the answer I got was that you wouldn't understand even if I told you unless you were at our level. Practice well, and then you will understand even when you break your arms and legs.

As for why it is not covered up with illusionary techniques, the sect leader said that it has to do with the state of mind.

Then came some weird talk about how it was normal for you not to understand at your age, and things like the unity of man and nature, the spiritual realm, and the emptiness of all things.

I don't understand a bit.

But it’s probably a good thing that the Pavilion Master’s equipment is being upgraded now.

Seeing that the Pavilion Master was in a good mood, Zhang Ze boldly asked a question that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Master, I have one more thing I'm not sure whether I should ask." Zhang Ze said.

"Ask." Zheng nodded.

"It's a bit rude, but I still want to ask." Zhang Ze scratched his face.

"It's okay, just ask, I'm not angry." The Pavilion Master said with a smile.

"Then I asked." Zhang Ze confirmed again.

"Ah."

"Pavilion Master, when you used a wheelchair before, why did you always ask us to push you? You can control the sword, the air, and the heaven and earth, so there is no reason why you can't control the wheelchair."

After Zhang Ze asked this question, the scene became quiet.

Old Li looked at his apprentice and felt like slapping him.

Zhengyi seemed to be stunned by Zhang Ze's question. After a while, he smiled and said.

"Of course it's to avoid embarrassing you. Don't you think you'd have nowhere to put your hands if I were to move around in a wheelchair?"

Zhang Ze thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case.

It is disrespectful to walk in front of or on either side of the Pavilion Master. It is most appropriate to walk behind him, but it is indeed uncomfortable to look at the two handles without holding them.

If I don't use a wheelchair, I'll just float around in the empty space below.
That's even weirder.

"Then I have no problem," said Zhang Ze.

"Why are you here if you have nothing to do? Are you here to entertain your elders?" Old Li said as he wanted to let Zhang Ze see what it meant to be a teacher.

Zhang Ze immediately took a step back and saluted as a disciple.

"I remember now, but there's one thing I don't understand."

"Tell me." Old Li put away the iron rod.

"Isn't it a bit too much for Qianji Pavilion to pay for the entire Sword Forging Abyss? Is our Sword Sect running out of money?"

After saying that, Zhang Ze raised his eyes and glanced at the Pavilion Master and his master.

"I guessed you were here to ask this. This is the sect leader's order." said the leader of Zhengyi Pavilion.

"Why?" Zhang Ze was puzzled.

"It's half a test, and half to give you something to do. The Sect Master wants you to stay in Qingjing for the time being."

After saying that, the leader of Zhengyi Pavilion sat back in the wheelchair, and then Lao Li naturally stood behind the leader and put his hands on the armrest.

Resisting the urge to complain, Zhang Ze continued to ask, "Testing me on how to make money? Don't you encourage me to have more contact with businessmen?" After saying that, Zhang Ze glanced at his master.

"It's your master who doesn't like it. I always thought it was okay. You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are until you manage the household. And you've always been doing well, so I can only create some difficulties for you when there aren't any."

After listening to the Pavilion Master's explanation, Zhang Ze asked again, "Has the difficulty been resolved?"

"Of course I'll find you something to do." This time it was Lao Li who spoke, but he looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

After listening to this, Zhang Ze understood that these were obviously arrangements made by the sect leader. Helping Qianji Pavilion spend money was just an excuse. The real reason was that they didn't want him to leave Qingjing. Outsourcing Qinghehui to Qianji Pavilion was probably the same reason.

But I didn’t cause any trouble, did I?

Is there anything you have done in the past six months that was not a good thing?
"Why?" Zhang Ze asked these two words for the second time today.

The Pavilion Master shook his head and tapped his fingers. The scenery around him changed. He brought Zhang Ze and Li Guanqi to a lake in the back mountain.

Then the leader of Zhengyi Pavilion raised his hand and pointed at the lake, but said nothing.

There is no color change of the Nine Lakes, only the shimmering waves.

Obviously this is the hint.

But Zhang Ze still didn't understand a thing.

But even though he didn't understand, Zhang Ze felt he had to pretend that he understood.

Li Guanqi looked at his apprentice for a long time, and after confirming that he didn't understand anything, he sighed and said, "Anyway, go ahead and get busy. It doesn't matter if you can't come up with a solution. Qianji Pavilion's cash flow won't be a problem. I'll find you something else to do when the time comes."

But Zhang Ze bowed and said, "Then please ask Pavilion Master and Master to find something else for me to do."

"You just came back half a day ago, whose house did you rob?" Li Guanqi frowned.

Even Zhengyi looked over curiously. The mountain and the pit were all dug by him. Even if his labor fee as the leader of the pavilion was not counted, the cost was not a small amount.

Zhang Ze shook his head and said, "I am not a remnant of the evil sect. Why should I rob others?" After that, he presented the reply from Zhendong Trading Company to the two elders.

The numbers on this contract seemed to have been calculated in advance, just enough to fill the recent deficit of Qianji Pavilion. The subsequent 50-year contract was even more detailed and clear, and it was obvious that Qianji Pavilion was regarded as a formal partner of Zhendong Trading Company.

"This is the second thing I want to ask you. Do you think this is reliable?"

Zhengyi & Lao Li, "."

After reading it, the Pavilion Master shook his head helplessly.

"It's all good news, you can go ahead." Li Guanqi suddenly felt a little tired.

"Oh."

In this atmosphere where Lao Deng was playing big chess, Zhang Ze obediently became quiet.

He stayed in Qianji Pavilion obediently, practicing Taoism in the morning, shopping in the afternoon, and studying the problems of Qinghe Society when he had time.

It’s not that I don’t take it seriously, but it’s really not that difficult.

The Qinghe Club had been held more than once, and the fixed process was already in place. Even many of the buildings were already existing. If you didn't want to bother, you could just take the refined prefabricated buildings from the treasury and dump them directly by the river.

The rest is just a bunch of trivial matters.
On the cultivation side, Zhang Ze felt that the current speed was just right. Several long-term tasks had been managed and run automatically with one click. He just had to order and collect the food every day.

Logically, the system should have been messing around at this point, assigning some mindless quests. Then, like the other protagonists, Zhang Ze should have rebelled against the sect, leading to a climax and a journey to the open world to level up and fight monsters.
But there wasn't any, no sect competition, no senior brothers stepping on his head, and no snarling old monsters waiting to kill him.
In terms of cultivation, Zhang Ze's current attention is all on his few strange golden elixirs. During this period, he was deducing the next Thousand Machines Heart Method in the system's trial space, while verifying it in reality.

Take steady steps and go at just the right pace.

This kind of life cannot be said to be house arrest. After all, the sect leader just doesn't allow Zhang Ze to leave Qingjing recently.

Zhang Ze is at ease himself, and the same is true for his external affairs.

The Hundred Demons Sect has really ceased its activities without any sound. Even Lin Feng recently returned to Jiange secretly to receive secret guidance from his master.

According to Lin Feng, he had already achieved the Golden Elixir stage, but he didn't know which sword path he was taking. He had been sitting in meditation in the Cangjian Tower for a while.

I don’t know when it will come out.

The package contract of Zhendong Trading Company is still in its package state.

The formal cooperation will take some time, because although it has been finalized and even part of the money has been paid, the other party really attaches great importance to it. According to Bai Tao, Zhendong Trading Company will send senior executives to Qianji Pavilion for an on-site inspection.

The time will be probably about a month later.

Lily, who has money to spend, has become more stubborn again and has not been seen recently.

However, the Pavilion Master's new arrangement was delayed, and Zhang Ze thought that the big move had not yet been made, but in fact it was not the case.

It is definitely impossible to let Zhang Ze practice honestly. Whether it is Lao Li, Zhengyi, or the leader, they all know that letting this little bastard sit in meditation and practice honestly is a waste of time. But for some reasons that cannot be said for the time being, he cannot be let out to make trouble recently.
After thinking carefully for a long time, Lao Li still couldn't find a long-term hobby for Zhang Ze that would not cause trouble.

It’s not that he didn’t try, but just like Zhang Ze’s previous few times out, he went back and forth very quickly.

Helplessly, Lao Li could only let Zhang Ze find something to do on his own before the sect leader gave instructions.

Set it.

In short, just don't do anything stupid.

Zhang Ze was very obedient this time, but he didn't look for trouble, but trouble came to him.

In the past few days, based on the principle of cultivating feelings with his junior sister, serving the sect, and experimenting with new skills, he went to the mission hall to accept a mission.

Travel-like mission.

[Southwest of Qingjing, Qingmaze, investigating the midnight phenomenon]

There are many such tasks in the mission hall. Most of them are legends and rumors reported by sword halls in various places. Most of them are false, and some idle people and monsters are pretending to be ghosts.

Of course, some of it is true.

After finding this incomplete mission in the mission hall, Zhang Ze and his junior sister came here alone.

The junior sister was quite excited at first, because the last time Zhang Ze went to Wolong Lake, he picked up a dragon. And since this place is called Qingma Lake, it is reasonable to pick up a big green horse.

As for what the big blue horse is, it doesn’t matter.

So, before coming here, the junior sister read by candlelight at night, and read over and over again the geography and customs of the southwest of Qingjing. But in the end, she sadly discovered that there was nothing magical here.

Qingma Lake was formed by the diversion of the Qing River here. It was not so big at the beginning, but because there were many frogs around it, it was called Frog Lake by passers-by.

Later, the lake became larger and larger, and because of the accent, it was later called Qingma Lake.

Because the name sounded nice, I decided to just go with it and change it.

There is no big blue horse in Zeli at all!
However, although there is no mythical beast, the big blue horse, it is a good thing to be able to come out and play with my senior brother.

But Zhang Ze was a little anxious.

The bright moon hangs high.

"Senior brother, why haven't you caught any fish yet?" Chen Qin put down the fishing rod and said some hurtful words to Zhang Ze.

"Don't be impatient. If someone takes the bait, the next one will come soon."

Three days have passed, but Zhang Ze's fish basket is still empty, and he is sweating a little.

Qingma Lake is one of the largest lakes in Qingjing area. It is rich in water and grass. How could there not be a single fish?

On the other hand, Chen Qin's fish basket was full within an hour, and he would release all the fish. The fat fish he caught had become familiar with Chen Qin, and he even gave them names.

But the two of them were only two meters apart, and Zhang Ze didn't have any big carp, let alone small whitebait.

It’s as if those fish have a grudge against me.

If he hadn't agreed with his junior sister on fair competition, Zhang Ze really wanted to go into the water and put a few fish on the hook himself to avenge his previous shame.

Just as he was sweating, another fat fish was caught by the junior sister. This time, Chen Qin didn't even put up bait or hooks, just a fishing line hanging above the water, but the fat fish hooked itself up.

Chen Qin took a look at the moonlight and took it in his hand.

"A Qiang, you are greedy again." After scolding him, he stuffed a piece of bait into the big fish's mouth, and then stuck another piece on his back.

"Go back and live a good life with Ah Zhen." After saying that, he released the big fish back into Qingma Lake.

Zhang Ze, “.”

However, just when Zhang Ze was about to quit and return to the sect to report that nothing happened on Qing Ma Ze's side, the fishing line in his hand moved.

Seeing that he was about to take the bait, Zhang Ze didn't care about martial ethics. He flicked his wrist and used his omnipotent hidden power to pick up the big fish directly onto the shore.

He managed to save face, but he felt that the fish looked familiar.

I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.

But before Zhang Ze could think about it, he suddenly felt a wind blowing in the lake, and a whimpering sound floated over from the center of the lake.

The real drama is here.

It was also a subconscious action. Zhang Ze kicked the big fish back into the lake with a light kick.

Looking at the shape of the big fish's mouth, Zhang Ze felt like it was scolding him.

But never mind, it doesn’t matter, it’s just a fish, business is more important.

I've been bored lately, so catching some ghosts is fun.

He made a Taoist gesture, and then he and Chen Qin disappeared without a trace, leaving only the fishing gear scattered on the shore.

The other side of Qingmaze.

Two bald heads, one big and one small, one black and one white, sparkled in the moonlight.

After leaving Hancheng, the reincarnated Budai Arhat took his big black disciple to the northern demon country, but for some unknown reason he turned back halfway and now came to the Qingma Lake.

"Master, why do we have to run back from the north? Isn't it nice there?" The big black monk Huiming squatted behind the little monk and said in a wry voice.

"Shut up. I am going to the north to open up a new path, not to marry a wife." The young monk Huiming said in a low voice while rubbing his newly bought Buddhist beads.

"In the book written by Donor Zhang, the monk lived in the Kingdom of Women and never came back. Isn't that good?" The big monk was still muttering.

"Donor Zhang's talk is nonsense and cannot be taken seriously. Don't mention this matter again." The little monk was speechless.

"Then why are we going back to Qingjing?"

"The Qinghe Club is about to open."

"Just open it, what does it have to do with us?"

"Whenever I think of it, I have to come and take a look." The little monk said calmly.

"It's all to avoid your sister Lin," the big black monk whispered.

The next moment, the sound of slapping bald heads rang out rhythmically at the edge of Qingma Lake.

Covering his head, the big black monk felt a little aggrieved. "Since we're in Qingjing, why not go to Jianzong to find Zhang Ze? It's better than feeding mosquitoes here."

"I have been plagued by bad luck recently. How can I bother others? Donor Zhang has already helped me ward off the disaster. There is no need to bother him anymore." The little monk sighed.

"Then can I go?" asked the monk.

"No, you need to be wherever the master is."

"Oh."

After the big monk said "oh", the two of them fell silent again. After a long silence, the big monk finally asked.

"So, Master, what exactly are we doing here by the water?" The big monk reached out and pinched to death a big mosquito that flew onto his arm.

"You do not know?"

"How would I know? Master, you went into the village by yourself. I didn't go in because I looked scary. Then you came out and dragged me here without saying a word about what you were doing."

"Of course, it's to help people get rid of disasters and solve problems. I heard from the nearby villagers that strange phenomena have been happening in Qingma Lake at night recently, like people crying. But as soon as the monks arrive, the thing will immediately flee. Although it hasn't hurt anyone, it must be investigated."

The young monk explained.

The monk pondered for a moment after hearing this and said, "I think you shouldn't have come, Master."

"Why?"

"Using the words of Mr. Zhang in his book, you have a troubled constitution and are unlucky. Your coming here might bring disaster."

"Disciple, there's a saying that goes 'Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping.' This piece of bread is for you."

"Thank you, Master."

After the pancake was eaten, the monk spoke again.

"You think Sister Lin won't come after Qing Jing? If she does, how about I go over there and serve as your hostage?"

Little monk, "."

Just as the young monk was about to teach the big black disciple who was particularly talkative tonight a lesson, a gust of wind blew up in Qingma Lake, and a whimpering sound drifted into the ears of the two men.

(End of this chapter)