Murong Fu Dongfangqing

"Up to now, the Devil's Cult has received news that there is no possibility of concealing this operation at all. The old man thinks it is not appropriate to divide and attack!" said a middle-aged man in a yellow shirt.

"Sect Leader He's words are wrong. If we gather our forces in one place, won't we give the Demon Cult a chance to escape? If they abandon the Bright Summit and escape, we will have no choice. Wouldn't it be troublesome if the ashes were revived in the future?" Another old man in a gray robe argued hard.

"It's inappropriate to close the head of the sect. The demons are extremely weird, and they are very familiar with all the main roads of Guangmingding. To put it bluntly, it is unknown whether we can win this battle. If we rashly divide our troops, we will inevitably die." To increase the losses of the sects, it is right to join forces and support each other." But a middle-aged man in Confucian clothes said, it was Yue Buqun who had a relationship with Murong Fu once.

It turned out that the people who gathered here were the heads of the various sects who encircled and suppressed the Ming Cult. The people in the tent were divided into three factions. One faction advocated working together to conquer the Bright Summit, while the other faction supported the division of troops into encirclement. As for the last faction, they did not say a word. send.

There were two people sitting in the center of the tent, one of them was a middle-aged Taoist nun who was about 50 years old, her face was as frosty, and her appearance was very beautiful, but her two eyebrows drooped slantingly, and her face became very strange. It was Miejue Shitai who initiated the encirclement and suppression of the Ming Cult. Seeing that both sides had their own reasons and were arguing endlessly, he couldn't help frowning.

The other person is a benevolent old monk. At this time, he has no sadness or joy on his face, and his eyes are peaceful, as if the matter discussed by everyone has nothing to do with him. He is one of the four great monks in Southern Shaolin, Master Kongwen. During Fan Yuan's expedition to Mingjiao, Southern Shaolin sent three of the four great monks, while Northern Shaolin did not send anyone.

At this moment, a person suddenly came in from outside the tent, who was dressed as a disciple of the Emei Sect.

Everyone stopped talking and turned to look at the person coming.

The Emei disciple never felt stage fright, and went straight to Miejue Shitai, "Report to the master, the night patrol disciple found an unknown signal not far from the camp, suspected to be someone from the Devil's Cult."

"Why don't you understand the law, explain it clearly!" Miejue Shitai asked coldly.

The female disciple did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly replied: "This signal is a five-color flame, which is different from the signals agreed in advance by the various sects."

"Five-color flames?" Miejue Shitai muttered, frowning, "It doesn't look like a signal from the Five Elements Flag of the Devil's Cult either!"

"Ah! Master is here!" At this moment, a woman sitting in the corner of the tent suddenly stood up and blurted out, with a look of surprise and excitement on her face.

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of everyone in the tent "brushed" and all moved to this woman.

The woman's cheeks flushed slightly, she hastily suppressed the emotions in her heart, walked to the middle of the tent, and said Yingying: "The signal is from my son, please wait a moment, masters, I will go to welcome you here!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he walked to the door of the tent with a sway, and went out on his own.

Everyone looked at each other immediately, Miejue Shitai snorted coldly with a gloomy expression, "Hmph, there are no rules at all!"

"Dare to ask my master, which sect is this woman from? Why have I never known it?" Kunlun Master He Tai rushed out and asked. Before, he thought that the woman was a disciple of the Emei School, but now seeing Miejue Shitai like this , I guess not.

The others also looked at Miejue Shitai with curious expressions, obviously thinking the same way as He Taichong.

"Who else is it? It's the Jiangnan Murong family!" Miejue Shitai replied angrily.

Behind Master Juejue stood two graceful female disciples, one was dressed in purple, with phoenix eyes and cherry lips, her face was shining, she was actually Yuan Ziyi who had a relationship with Murong Fu once, as for the other, she was dressed in green , Elegant and elegant, beautiful and unconventional.

At this time, someone heard that someone from Murong's house had arrived, so she couldn't help but have different expressions, Yuan Ziyi had a complex complexion, and the woman in green clothes had a bright light in her eyes, showing a slight look of anticipation.Word<upper￥new/speed￥degree most&駃=0

When Yue Buqun heard that the person was from Murong's family, he felt a lump in his throat, and couldn't help but think of the young man with unfathomable martial arts that he met in Jingzhou City back then.

"Hey, why did the teacher invite people from the Murong family?" Guan Neng, one of the five elders of Kongtong, asked doubtfully.

"Although this Murong family claims to repay the other with the same way, but they behave strangely and have a cult-like style. I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to join them in encircling and suppressing the demon sect." When He Taichong heard that it was the Murong family, his expression turned slightly uneasy.

Miejue Shitai snorted coldly, and couldn't help but turn her head and stare at Yuan Ziyi behind her, her face was gloomy and terrifying. In fact, she never thought of inviting the Murong family.

Miejue Shitai originally looked down on those small schools and sects. As for the Murong family, which is neither righteous nor evil, according to her character of hatred and hatred, if she met normally, it would be considered good if she didn't draw her sword to face each other. , she also only invited the six sects representing the righteous way of martial arts.

But Yuan Ziyi, who distributed the invitation, violated her order and sent an invitation to the Murong family privately. But at this critical moment, it was really inappropriate to provoke an enemy, so he acquiesced to the Murong family to follow them.

"That's not necessarily the case!" A middle-aged Taoist dressed in Taoist attire, with gray temples and a calm expression, suddenly said a different voice, "Song once heard from his teacher that Murong Fu from the Murong family was extremely talented and knowledgeable." Guangbo is by no means a thing in the pool. I heard that he helped the hero of Xiangyang Chengguo repel the Mongolian warriors and saved the face of the Central Plains martial arts. !”.m.

"Oh? People from Murong's family actually know Zhang Zhenren?" He Taichong frowned slightly, as if extremely surprised.

It turned out that the previous Taoist was actually Song Yuanqiao, the eldest of the Seven Sons of Wudang, and he smiled slightly, "That's right, I heard from my teacher that he met Murong Fu when he was young by the Han River, and it can be regarded as a good relationship!"

"To get such praise from Daoist Zhang, it's not a vain reputation!" He Taichong immediately changed the tone and said with a sneering smile.

Others were noncommittal, feeling a little disapproving in their hearts, and the tent fell silent for a while.

About a quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and most of the people in the tent were showing signs of impatience. A middle-aged scribe behind Yue Buqun suddenly said in a strange way: "This Murong family is so arrogant, we want the 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 very stylish!"

"I don't know who is here?"

"The heads are too polite!"

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The leaders of each faction were silent, but the young disciples brought by each faction began to discuss in a low voice.

"Hmph, no need to wait, let's continue discussing the battle plan!" Miejue Shitai said in a cold voice with a very impatient face.

"Junior Murong Fu, I came a little late because I had something important to do. I hope all seniors will forgive me!" At this moment, a clear voice came from outside the tent. Although it was an apology, the tone was neither humble nor overbearing, quite chic. Complacent meaning.

"Here we come!" Most people in the tent involuntarily looked towards the door.

The beautiful woman next to Yuan Ziyi was even more happy, and she couldn't help taking a step forward, causing Yuan Ziyi to turn her head and look at her in doubt, and she stopped in a hurry, even her face returned to the original She looks so cute and pitiful.

"Hmph!" Yuan Ziyi thought of something, snorted softly, glared at her, and didn't speak.

Master Kongwen raised his eyelids, and exchanged a glance with Miejue Shitai, both of them were shocked.

Song Yuanqiao stroked his long beard under his chin, and said with a slight smile: "This kid has a lot of internal strength. I'm afraid he's still ten miles away, but his voice has reached here!"

As soon as this remark came out, the young disciples of various sects, including He Taichong, Yue Buqun, Kongtong Five Elders, etc., were slightly taken aback. You must know that although there are thousands of miles of sound transmission skills in the world, at most they can guarantee the transmission of sound It lasts for three or four miles, but this Murong Fu can travel more than ten miles, it's really shocking.

Especially He Taichong and the other sect leaders were shocked and blushed a little. Just now they didn't recognize the figure of this person, they were really ashamed.

"This person's internal strength is so deep that he is no longer under the three uncles of our temple who have retired for a long time, but I don't know how old he is?" Master Kongwen, who had been silent for a long time, spoke for the first time, and the last sentence was towards Song Yuanqiao asked.

Song Yuanqiao pondered for a while, "If it's Murong Fu, my teacher was only in his teens when he met him. Now that ten or so years have passed, it should be in his twenties, not in his thirties."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the tent turned pale with astonishment, and there was a lot of discussion.

"What? He is so young? How did he get his internal strength?"

"Did he start practicing in the womb?"

"It is said that there is a great method of absorbing stars in the Sun Moon God Sect in Southern Xinjiang, which can absorb the internal energy of others for its own use. Could it be that this person has practiced similar evil skills?"

"If it's really a demon heretic, I'm afraid it's not a help, but a disaster!"

Everyone said something to each other, but someone actually guessed the source of Murong Fu's internal energy quite closely.

Seeing that everyone's words became more and more outrageous, Song Yuanqiao and Kong Wen 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 clearly, even those with deep internal energy, while those young disciples with shallow internal energy made their eardrums "buzz" continuously.

However, the tent became quiet, and everyone looked at the old monk behind Kongwen.

But the old monk stepped back behind Kongwen again, without saying a word.

Seeing that everyone turned to stare at him again, Kong coughed slightly dryly, "Don't worry, everyone, this time we are fighting for the so-called extermination of demons, and we are not limited to the demon sect of Guangmingding. Let's work together to get rid of them, if not, we will have a big strength, it is really a matter of joy and congratulations!"

"It's the same as not saying it..." Everyone had this thought in their hearts at the same time.

Not long after, the door curtain swayed, and an Emei disciple hurried in, "Sect Master, there are some people from outside the valley who claim to be Murong's family. They want to see the masters, but please make a decision!"

"Let them in!" Miejue Shitai's face was covered with frost, as if she was enduring great anger, and she spoke very bluntly.

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