"By now, the Demon Cult has received the news. There is no possibility of concealment in this operation. I think it is not appropriate to split up and attack again!" said a middle-aged man in a yellow shirt.
"Master He's words are wrong. If we gather our troops in one place, wouldn't it give the Demon Cult a chance to escape? If they abandon Guangmingding and escape, we will have nothing to do. In the battle to exterminate the demons, we will definitely eradicate them, otherwise
If the ashes of death reappear in the future, wouldn't there be endless troubles?" Another old man in a gray robe argued with reason.
"Sect Leader Guan's move is inappropriate. The Demon Sect's monsters are extremely strange, and they are very familiar with all the important roads in Guangmingding. To put it bluntly, it is unknown whether we can win this battle. If we rashly divide our troops, there will definitely be disaster.
It is only right to increase the losses of each sect and join forces to support each other." But it was a middle-aged man in a scholar's shirt who spoke, it was Yue Buqun who had met Murong Fu once.
It turned out that the leaders of the various sects gathered here to encircle and suppress Mingjiao were divided into three groups. One group advocated working together to build a bright dome, while the other group supported dividing their forces and encircling them. As for the last group, they said nothing.
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There were two people sitting at the front and center of the tent. One of them was a middle-aged Taoist nun in her forties or fifties. Her face was as frosty and her appearance was quite beautiful. However, her two eyebrows drooped slantingly, and her face became extremely strange.
It was Miejie Shitai who was the initiator of this encirclement and suppression of Mingjiao. Seeing that both sides had their own reasons and were arguing endlessly, he couldn't help but frowned.
The other person is an old monk with a kind-hearted look. At this time, his face has no sadness or joy, and his eyes are calm, as if the matter discussed by everyone has nothing to do with him. However, he is Master Kongwen, one of the four great monks of Southern Shaolin. This person
During the expedition to Mingjiao, Southern Shaolin sent three of the four great monks, while Northern Shaolin sent no one.
At this moment, a person suddenly came in from outside the tent. He was dressed as a disciple of the Emei Sect.
Everyone stopped talking and turned to look at the person coming.
The Emei disciple did not suffer from stage fright, and walked straight to Master Miejie, "Report to the leader, the night watch disciples found an unknown signal not far from the camp, and they were suspected of being members of the demon sect."
"Why is this so unclear? Please explain it more clearly!" Master Miejie asked coldly.
The female disciple did not dare to hesitate and replied hurriedly: "This signal is a five-color flame, which is different from the signals agreed upon by various sects in advance."
"Five-color flames?" Master Miejie murmured, frowning, "It doesn't sound like the signal of the Five Elements Flag of the Demon Sect!"
"Ah! Master is here!" At this moment, a woman sitting in the corner of the tent suddenly stood up and blurted out, with an expression on her face that was both surprised and a little excited.
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone in the tent "swept" and all moved towards this woman.
The woman's cheeks turned slightly red, and she hurriedly suppressed her emotions, walked to the middle of the tent, and said Yingying: "That signal belongs to my young master, please wait a moment, I will go to welcome the young master here!"
After saying this, without waiting for anyone's reaction, he walked to the door of the tent and went out on his own.
Everyone immediately looked at each other in shock. Master Miejie snorted with a gloomy face, "Humph, there are no rules at all!"
"May I ask Master, which sect this woman is from? How come I have never recognized her?" He Taichong, the leader of Kunlun, asked. Previously, he thought the woman was a disciple of the Emei Sect, but now he sees Master Jue looking like this.
, thinking about it, it is definitely not the case.
Others also looked at Master Miejie with curious expressions on their faces, obviously they also had the same idea as He Tai.
"Who else could it be? It's the Murong family from Jiangnan!" Master Miejie replied angrily.
Behind Master Miejie stood two graceful female disciples. One was dressed in purple, with phoenix eyes and cherry lips, and a radiant face. She was actually Yuan Ziyi, who had a relationship with Murong Fu. As for the other, she was dressed in green clothes.
, pure and elegant, beautiful and unconventional.
At this time, I heard that someone else had arrived at Murong's house, and I couldn't help but have different expressions. Yuan Ziyi had a complex expression, while the woman in green clothes had a bright light in her eyes, with a hint of expectation.
When Yue Buqun heard that the person coming was a member of the Murong family, he immediately felt a lump in his throat. He couldn't help but think of the young man with unfathomable martial arts skills he met in Jingzhou City.
"Hey, why did Master Tai invite people from the Murong family?" Guan Neng, one of the five elders of Kongtong, asked in confusion.
"Although the Murong family claims to repay others with their own methods, their behavior is weird and has the style of a cult. I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to join them in the siege of the demon sect." When He Taichong heard that it was the Murong family, he immediately looked slightly unkind.
Master Miejie snorted coldly and couldn't help turning her head to glare at Yuan Ziyi behind her. Her expression was gloomy and terrifying. In fact, she had never thought of inviting the Murong family.
Master Miejie originally looked down on those small sects. As for the Murong family, which is neither good nor evil, according to her character of hating evil as much as hatred, it would be fine if she didn't draw her sword against the evil sect this time.
, she also only invited the six major sects representing the righteous way of martial arts.
However, Yuan Ziyi, who distributed the invitations, actually disobeyed her order and sent an invitation to the Murong family privately. Unfortunately, at this critical moment, it was not appropriate to provoke another enemy, so she acquiesced to the Murong family to follow them.
"That's not necessarily true!" A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing Taoist attire, with gray temples and a peaceful expression suddenly said a different voice, "Song once heard from his master that Murong Fu from the Murong family was extremely talented and knowledgeable.
Guangbo is by no means a thing in the pool. A few days ago, I even heard that he helped the heroes of Xiangyang City to repel the Mongolian warriors and save the face of the Central Plains martial arts. If this person participated in the siege and suppression of the Demon Cult, I think he would be a big help.
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"Oh? Someone from the Murong family actually knows Zhenren Zhang?" He Taichong raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was extremely surprised.
It turned out that the Taoist from before was actually Song Yuanqiao, the eldest of the Seven Wudang Sons. He smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I heard from my teacher that he once met Murong Fu by the Han River when he was young, and they had a good relationship!"
"To be praised like this by Master Zhang, I think it's not a waste of fame!" He Taichong immediately changed his tone and said with a smile on his face.
Others were non-committal and somewhat disapproving in their hearts, and the tent fell silent for a while.
In the blink of an eye, about a quarter of an hour passed, and most of the people in the tent were already showing signs of impatience. A middle-aged scribe behind Yue Buqun suddenly said in a sinister tone: "The Murong family is so big, they want us six sects to wait for his family."
, if only a few kittens and fish came, wouldn’t it be a big joke!”
"That's right, it's so grand!"
"I wonder who is coming?"
"The leaders are too polite!"
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The heads of each sect remained silent, but the young disciples brought by each sect began to discuss in low voices.
"Humph, there's no need to wait any longer, let's continue discussing the battle plan!" Master Miejie said in a cold voice with a very impatient look on her face.
"Junior Murong Fu, I'm a little late because I have something important to do. I hope all seniors will forgive me!" At this moment, a clear voice came from outside the tent. Although he was apologizing, his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and was quite chic.
The meaning of contentment.
"Here we come!" Most people in the tent looked towards the door involuntarily.
The pretty woman next to Yuan Ziyi was even more happy, and she couldn't help but take a step forward, causing Yuan Ziyi to turn her head and look at her in confusion. She hurriedly stopped, and her face returned to its original look.
A pitiful look.
"Humph!" Yuan Ziyi didn't know what he thought of, so he snorted softly, glared at her, and said nothing.
However, Master Kongwen raised his eyelids and looked at Master Miejie. A look of shock flashed in both of their eyes.
Song Yuanqiao smoothed his long beard under his chin and said with a slight smile: "This kid has so much inner strength. I'm afraid the others are still ten miles away, but his voice actually reached here!"
As soon as these words came out, the young disciples of each sect, including He Taichong, Yue Buqun, Kongtong Five Elders and others, were slightly surprised. You must know that although there are unique skills in the world of sound transmission over thousands of miles, at most they can only guarantee the transmission of sound.
It lasted for three or four miles without breaking up, but Murong Fu could actually travel for more than ten miles, which was really shocking.
Especially the leaders such as He Taichong were shocked and blushed slightly. They didn't recognize the person's figure just now, and they were really ashamed.
"This person has so much internal strength that he is no longer inferior to our three long-retired master uncles, but you don't know how old he is?" Master Kongwen, who had been silent all this time, spoke for the first time, and the last sentence was directed at Song Yuanqiao.
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Song Yuanqiao pondered for a while, "If it was Murong Fu, the master was only more than ten years old when he met him. Now that more than ten years have passed, he should be more than 20 years old and less than 30 years old."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the tent turned pale with shock and started talking about it.
"What? He is so young? How did he get his internal strength?"
"Did he start practicing since he was in his mother's womb?"
"It is said that there is a star-absorbing method in the Sun and Moon God Sect in southern Xinjiang, which can absorb other people's internal energy for one's own use. Could it be that this person has practiced similar evil skills?"
"If it is really an evil heretic, I'm afraid it won't be a help, but a disaster!"
Through everyone's words, someone actually guessed the source of Murong Fu's internal power.
Seeing that everyone was talking more and more outrageously, Song Yuanqiao and Kong Wen both frowned slightly.
Behind Kong Wen, a thin old monk suddenly stepped forward and shouted: "Everyone, please be quiet for now!"
The sound was as loud as a bell, and it was transmitted to everyone's ears with incomparable clarity. Even those with strong inner strength were fine, but the eardrums of those young disciples with shallow inner strength were "buzzing".
However, the tent became quiet, and everyone looked at the old monk behind Kong Wen.
However, the old monk retreated behind Kong Wen without saying a word.
Kong Wen saw that everyone turned to stare at him again, and coughed slightly, "Don't worry, everyone, since our battle is called to exterminate demons this time, it is not limited to the demon sect at Guangmingding. If the people of the Murong family are really evil heretics, we
Just work together to get rid of it. If not, we will have more fighting power, which is really a gratifying thing!"
"It's the same as not saying it..." This thought came to everyone's mind at the same time.
Not long after, the door curtain shook, and an Emei disciple hurriedly ran in, "Inform the master, there are several people claiming to be the Murong family from outside the valley. They want to see the masters, but please make a decision!"
"Let them in!" Master Miejie's face was covered with frost, as if she was enduring great anger, and her words were also very rude. (To be continued)