"Who is this person you are talking about?" Qiu Yutong couldn't help asking.
Xiao Wu looked at him quietly, with heavy eyes, and finally shook his head: "I'm just guessing."
Qiu Yutong asked a few more questions, but Xiao Wu still refused to speak, so he had to give up.
That night, Qiu Yutong slept on the hard bed in the meditation room, tossing and turning for a long time, but couldn't fall asleep.
He couldn't stop thinking wildly in his mind, he thought about the conversations he heard during the day, he thought about Xiao Wu's conjectures, according to Master Qingci and the brother in charge, the murderer should be Gui Wuya, but what Xiao Wu said The doubt is also very reasonable. If the murderer is Gui Wuya, why did Master Wuchen smile before he died
Qiu Yutong thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. It wasn't until the middle of the night that she fell asleep in a daze.
…
The days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the day of the Fairy League Conference arrived.
Early this morning, after Qiu Yutong got up, he and Xiao Wu came to the large square directly in front of the main hall of Nanshan Temple.
Nanshan Temple occupies a very wide area, and this square is even more so in size. The ground of the square is entirely paved with water-milled blue bricks weighing twelve catties, flat and spacious, very grand.
At this moment, the square was bustling with people, already crowded with thousands of monks, big and small sects lined up, old friends chatting affectionately, enemies glaring at each other, introductions and avoidances, it was really lively.
Hundreds of Zhigu monks in Nanshan Temple kept shuttling through the crowd, leading guests from all walks of life to sit down at their respective sect's seats, so although there were many people, they were still orderly.
"I didn't expect so many people to come." Qiu Yutong couldn't help sighing.
"It's really lively." Xiao Wu also nodded.
Looking from a distance, I can see on the square, Yuqin Palace, Dulongjiao, Bliss Palace, Liudaomen, Qingshan School, Changhaimen, plus various casual cultivators... dense crowds, large and small sects, almost The huge square was squeezed to the brim.
These monks of all kinds are very excited now, looking eagerly at the front of the square - at that place, there is a tall and wide martial arts platform.
After a while, the good show will begin.
Not long after, I only heard a melodious voice, singing loudly: "Abbot of Nanshan Temple, Master Qingci is here—the master of Shuo Xuecheng, and the city lord of Xie is here—"
Following the sound, Master Qingci led Xie Wanting and his party out.
There was a sudden commotion in the square.
"Thank you, the city lord!"
"Shuo Xuecheng has arrived a long time ago!"
"Shuo Xuecheng and Nanshan Temple have always been friends, so it's normal to arrive early."
"I don't know if I can see the battle between City Lord Xie and Island Lord Gui today?"
"Haven't you heard of it? The last time Shuoxue discussed swords, Xie Wanting's legs were crippled. From now on, he only knows how to play the flute, avoids fighting, and doesn't even draw his sword..."
"That's right, I think, since that's the case, his Zhi Ge shouldn't occupy the third place in the theory of swords..."
"Hush, keep your voice down, do you want to court death?"
Qingci seemed to have heard some discussions, and couldn't help but glance at Xie Wanting, with a slightly embarrassed look on her face. However, as the person involved, Xie Wanting's face was indifferent, and he didn't know if he didn't hear it, or he was well-preserved.
"Thank you, City Lord, this way please."
"Master Qingci, please too."
Qingci led Xie Wanting and everyone in Shuo Xuecheng to settle down next to Yuqin Palace.
"Wanting, how are you doing recently?" Lin Yurong's eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly greeted Xie Wanting, and then smiled very hard, the smile was almost flattering.
Xie Wanting didn't answer, just pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, and nodded slightly to Lin Yurong. Obviously, the Shuo Xue City Lord is not very enthusiastic about his former best friend.
"I heard that City Lord Xie and Palace Lord Lin have a very good relationship, why don't they look like each other?"
"I heard that it seems to be broken. After Shuoxue's sword debate, Lin Yurong was terrified by Gui Wuya, her Taoism was completely ruined, and she lost the face of Yuqin Palace. Xie Wanting has long looked down on her He's..."
"Hey, speaking of Gui Wuya, why hasn't the Beihai Sword Sect arrived yet?"
"Hey, the master of Shengxian Island has always been very airy, so it's normal to be late."
"That's right..."
The monks were discussing in low voices, when suddenly, there was an extremely clear and long whistle from the sky: "The moon rises from the sea—"
This long howl was full of energy, and the mountains near and far echoed faintly, and the echo did not fade away, followed by several echoing long howls: "The sea rises and the moon—"
"The moon rises from the sea—"
"The moon rises from the sea—"
Everyone couldn't help but cheer up: "Beihai Sword is here!"
At this time, Qiu Yutong had already brought Xiao Wu to the site of Shuo Xuecheng. When they heard the whistling sound, they couldn't help but look up to the sky at the same time.
"Return to Wuya?" Qiu Yutong frowned.
"It should be." Xiao Wu nodded.
Xie Wanting sat quietly in the wheelchair, gently stroking the white jade/dongxiao in his hand, his expression was indifferent, he didn't even raise his head, as if he was completely out of the way.
Xiao Wu glanced at him, then turned his gaze away as if nothing had happened.
"It's very rude for Gui Wuya to arrive at this time." Sang Lingxi couldn't help but said.
Bai Hanyuan's expression also seemed to be very disapproving.
"Sect Master, this Beihai Sword Sect is really too arrogant!" Yang Ruoyu couldn't help but said.
"Ruoyu, don't be rude." Xie Wanting said flatly.
While everyone was talking, they saw a dark red sword light flashing across the sky like a shooting star. The blood-like light was so dazzling that it landed in the center of the square with a bang. It was Gui Wuya!
Today, the arrogant Lord of Immortal Immortal Island didn't even wear the ancient silver mask, but directly showed his scarred face in front of everyone, and even smiled slightly, but he was very calm.
Then, with a few soft sounds of "Shu Shua Shua", dozens of spirit swords fell one after another behind him. It was Chen Wushang, Tu Wuwei, and dozens of second-generation disciples.
It was a very rude approach for the Beihai Sword Sect to fall directly on the square like this. The expressions of the monks were very strange for a while. Some people looked at Gui Wuya in surprise, and some couldn't help but look. Qingci's face.
"Fellow daoists, it's been a long time!" Gui Wuya didn't seem to care, he cupped his hands very casually, with a proud expression on his face.
"Return to the island owner." Qing Ci said indifferently, without returning the salute.
Xie Wanting nodded slightly: "Return to the island owner."
And Xu Dongqing, who was behind Xie Wanting, was staring at the culprit who ruined his family, wanting to pounce on him and bite off a piece of his flesh.
And Lin Yurong, the lord of Yuqin Palace next to him, suddenly turned very pale, and even lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look at Gui Wuya. Lin Zhufeng glanced at his cowardly brother, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
The rest of the monks also had different expressions, some bowed down respectfully to return the salute, some smiled obsequiously, some remained silent, and some were very disdainful.
After Gui Wuya clapped his hands around, the Beihai Sword Sect found an open space next to the square, and brought in a huge grand master's chair, and Gui Wuya sat down calmly, with a relaxed expression.
The square fell silent for a while, and many gossips began to whisper.
"Ahem, what a big shelf!"
"I heard that he has retreated for many years, and he must have improved again..."
"Last time, he almost got the order of the leader of the Immortal Dao, and this time he is probably determined to win it."
"However, I heard that the Demon Emperor is coming too, so I really can't do it right."
"The devil said he was coming, but he hasn't shown up yet. I think the so-called new devil emperor is probably an embroidered pillow, and he just said a few harsh words."
"Right… "
While talking, the time has come.
"Dang-dang-dang-" A tall monk slowly rang a huge brass bell next to the square. With the melodious sound of the bell, the huge square was suddenly silent.
Qingci walked slowly onto the martial stage, with a very solemn expression on her clear face, and then, the abbot of Nanshan Temple said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, thanks to all friends for coming here, poor monk, I am very polite."
He clasped his hands together and gave a deep salute as he spoke.
All the monks got up to return the salute one after another: "Master Qingci, you are too polite."
After Qingci saluted, he took over a very delicate agarwood box with gold inscription from the little novice beside him. He opened the box and took out a black token from inside.
"It's the leader's order!" Someone shouted in a low voice.
Qiu Yutong looked intently, and saw that the token was about a foot long, and it was pitch-black. It looked neither gold nor wood, and I didn't know what material it was made of.
"Order of the Immortal Leader".
Qingci took a deep breath, and raised the black token with both hands: "This is the order of the leader of the Immortal Dao, and the person who holds the order is the leader of the Immortal Dao. From then on, he orders the cultivation world to punish evil and promote good, and benefit the common people. "
There was a "buzzing" discussion in the audience.
"Sure enough, it is the order of the leader of the Immortal Dao!"
"Command the cultivation world, tsk tsk..."
Gui Wuya stared at the token closely, his eyes sparkled, he almost wanted to grab the token of the leader of the Immortal Dao, but Xie Wanting didn't even raise his eyes, as if he didn't care much about the token.
Sang Lingxi looked at the token with great interest: "This token doesn't look like anything special. It can't be eaten or worn. It's not worth the effort if you take it."
Bai Hanyuan said lightly: "Childish."
Sang Lingxi immediately became unconvinced: "Hey, second senior brother, tell me, can this token be eaten or worn?"
Qiu Yutong: "..."
No matter what time it is, these two senior brothers haven't forgotten to bicker.
Master Qingci said a few more words, and then said: "The rules of this Immortal Alliance Conference are the same as in previous years. No matter what sect or faction, or seniority, you can challenge at will. The final winner will be the leader of the Immortal Alliance. , get this order from the leader of the Immortal Dao."
Although it was already expected that the rules would not change, everyone still couldn't help but discuss for a while.
"Tsk tsk, it's still the old rules."
"Challenge at will? In other words, it's not worthwhile to go up first."
"Yeah, that's a wheel battle, I don't want to."
"Why, do you still want to go up? Do you want to beat Xie Wanting, Bai Hanyuan, or return to Wuya and Chen Wushang?"
"I'm just talking, what do you mean?"
"Stop arguing, stop arguing, look, City Master Xie and Island Master Gui seem to be quiet..."
Indeed, after Qingci announced the rules, all the heads of the major sects did not move at all, and there was no expression on their faces, obviously unwilling to end first and be a test stone for others.
"Everyone who is interested in Taoism, feel free to give it a try!" Qingci said loudly again.
There was silence in the square, no one answered.
In this deathly silence, someone suddenly shouted: "Let Sajia try it!"
Following this extremely rough voice, a tall Toutuo jumped out lightly.
This tuo is extremely tall and strong, with a pair of bull's eyes like copper bells, a fierce face, disheveled hair, and a wide open chest, revealing a large piece of furry chest hair, and holding a cold crescent shovel in his hand. It really doesn't look like a monk, but although he is extremely tall and strong, his body is very light, and his eyes are bright, obviously he is quite good.
"It turned out to be him." Qiu Yutong couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly. He had met this person in Yaowangzhuang before, but he didn't know the name of the other person.
"Indeed..." Xiao Wu paused for a moment, as if he remembered something, and didn't continue.
Qingci clasped her hands together and said in a deep voice, "I don't know the master's name?"
"Sajia is Lingnan Yuankong!" Mang Toutuo laughed loudly.
Someone exclaimed: "It's Monk Yuankong!"
"Which eats Toutuo?"
"Haha, this is a good show, who dares to provoke this lunatic?"
"Who wants to fight him, I'm afraid he wants to be eaten by him!"
It turned out that this monk Yuan Kong was a casual cultivator in Lingnan. When he was young, he used to be a robber in the forest in Yuntai Mountain. He killed countless merchants in the past. Later, he was enlightened by an eminent monk by chance and put down his butcher knife He became a Buddha immediately, became a monk in Yuntai Mountain, and later opened his spiritual aperture, and gained cultivation.
However, although he is a Buddhist cultivator, he does not abstain from meat. Some people even rumor that he improves his cultivation by eating the flesh and blood of monks raw, so he has a very bad reputation and is called "Eating Human Toutuo".
"Who's going to fight the Sajia?" Yuan Kong slowly turned the crescent shovel in his hand, and laughed loudly, "A bunch of pustules!"
Immediately, someone couldn't bear it anymore, and jumped onto the martial arts stage lightly: "The poor Taoist will meet you!"
The person who came was a skinny Taoist with a livid face. While he was speaking, he held a snow-white dust whisk in his hand, already engulfed in a lingering spiritual energy, brought a huge white phantom, and headed towards Yuan Kong head-on!
That white phantom roared over, it turned out to be a nine-tailed spirit fox!
It turned out that this whisk was made from the tail hair of a nine-tailed fox, and the soul of the nine-tailed fox was also imprisoned in the whisk, which turned out to be an excellent magic weapon for attacking!
"Aw—" the nine-tailed fox howled, showing its sharp fangs, but Yuan Kong didn't care, didn't even avoid it, just grabbed the whisk with his bare hands, and grabbed the whisk directly in his hands!
He grabbed the whisk and threw it down hard!
"Ah—" the Taoist screamed, and Yuan Kong slammed him and his whisk on the hard water-milled blue brick, his whole head was bleeding!
"Hahahahaha! You are also worthy of fighting against the Sa family!" Yuan Kong laughed, and then opened his palm the size of a cattail leaf fan, directly holding the Taoist's head, and lifted him up.
"Not good!" Qiu Yutong couldn't help shouting.
Hearing a soft sound of "Crack!", Yuan Kong exerted a little force on his hands, and the Taoist's skull was crushed by him like a thin tile, and the red, white and white things flowed out of his hand, immediately smelling fishy. overflowing!
The author has something to say: After counting, if Qiuqiu dies again, it will be a dark room, and there are probably two chapters left. . . I really want to write Little Black House, writing the plot is exhausting. . . Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-02-02 20:01:02~2020-02-03 20:00:47~
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