Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Mission Is United

In the pine forest with the blue sea, there is a soft and comfortable fake leather sofa, and a man in a coarse white shirt "Ge You" is lying on the sofa. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the month since the Seven Killing God Sect entered Qingcheng, Wan Yankang had also worked hard, but he soon found that it was almost fruitless. There are many reasons, the most important of which is that the background of the era is the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the Qingming period when politics rose, and there were no natural disasters, and there was no large-scale outbreak of hatred.

The second is that the rulers of the Ming Dynasty fully absorbed the lessons of the previous dynasty's collapse in the gangs, confiscated the folk martial arts books, and ordinary people were not allowed to practice martial arts except for the registered martial arts family members and disciples of the martial arts sect.

There are still 53 believers, and the results of a month's hard work are worlds apart from those found casually in the world of the walking dead, and he hesitates to turn Xiaoao into another hell on earth, and in hesitation, his sitting position becomes a lying position.

He has no interest in unifying the rivers and lakes and dominating the world, and he has no interest in beautiful women and wines.

The height is unbearable, the master is lonely, he walks too fast and too far, so that his relatives are dead, and he has no friends, when he lies in the pine forest, all kinds of feelings are like a tide, which makes him extremely lonely.

"One day my father and mother are resurrected, I want to lie like this for a year, no! ten years, let them feed me, feed me and drink, I am a little excited to think about it. ”

It's just that his comfortable days were quickly shattered.

"Report to the sect leader, the Sun Moon Divine Sect has made a big move recently, presumably there must be some action, and the Wuyue Sword Sect has gathered in Songshan recently, and the purpose is unknown. ”

"Jian'er, how is the cultivation of the source force?"

"Jian'er is ashamed, now he can only control ordinary people who have little internal strength. ”

"The progress is very fast, you must know that there is only one line between the masters, if it is a life-and-death battle, let alone control the opponent, it is to make the opponent's sword deviate by an inch, and the victory and defeat have been divided. ”

Dugu Jian respectfully said yes.

The sound of the waves in the pine forest is still there, and the black flag of the sun and moon flutters at the foot of Song Mountain.

"Sect Master, there is Songshan Mountain ahead. ”

"Tell you to go down, don't hurt the Shaolin disciples by mistake, the Wuyue Sword Sect has not been destroyed, and it is really unwise to make enemies everywhere. ”

"Yes!"

"What else?" Seeing that Xiang Wentian had not left, he asked.

"There is a sect called the Seven Killing God Sect in Sichuan, which destroyed the Qingcheng faction and has developed very rapidly based on Qingcheng. ”

"Oh, Qingcheng is not a weak faction, I still remember the heart-destroying palm of Liang Chao, the head of Qingcheng a month ago, if it weren't for the Dafa of absorbing stars, I really wouldn't have any advantage in fighting alone. ”

"Sect Leader Shenwei, Liang Chao is naturally not an opponent!" Xiang Wentian complimented in a timely manner.

"You don't have to deliberately flatter, I still remember the danger of that battle, by the way, how did Emei react?"

Emei watched from the wall and did not react. ”

"Hehe... As expected, as long as we don't kill innocents indiscriminately, we martial arts sects will fight to the death, and they will be happy to see it. ”

The black clouds at the foot of the mountain are overwhelming, but there are swords and swords on Shengguan Peak.

"Today's Wuyue Sword Sect gathered in Songshan, it is indeed a rare event in a hundred years, we are really honored to be up, Zuo is not talented, hereby toast you with a cup of tea instead of wine!"

"The four of them have come from thousands of miles away, and if there is any inconsiderate hospitality in our faction, I hope the four heads will forgive me. ”

"Boss Zuo, everyone belongs to the same martial arts path, there is no need to say more polite words, you summoned a few of us to come here today, what are the important things to discuss?" The fat Taoist with a fiery temper didn't like these polite words.

"Tianmen real people are really fast, okay, Zuo will make a long story short, Zuo Mou invited the four heads to come this time to discuss with you about dealing with the Demon Sect!"

As soon as these words came out, the heads of the four factions looked at each other in surprise.

"In recent years, the Demon Sect has continued to expand its power, doing evil everywhere in the rivers and lakes, and it is rampant, some of the chivalrous people of our generation have been innocently killed, some have retreated to the mountains to avoid disaster, and some have surrendered to the obscenity of the Demon Sect. And the Demon Sect is plotting against our Wuyue Sword Sect!"

The scheming Yue Buqun knew what Zuo Lengchan was doing as soon as he opened his mouth, but at this time Huashan was no longer the Huashan of the year, and the two predecessors of Huashan, Yue Su and Cai Zifeng, had a chance to get a glimpse of the world's supreme martial arts secret book "Sunflower Treasure Book", but because the two of them memorized the front and back parts of the arrangement, they did not match, resulting in the split of the two. The two sects held their own opinions, and finally they were incompatible, the brothers were on the wall, and they were fighting in the same door! The masters were all killed and wounded, and the only masters left in Huashan to Yue Buqun and his junior sister Ning Zhongze.

He thought to himself that at this time, he agreed to Zuo Lengchan's plan to do him all kinds of harm and no benefit, so he opened his mouth to open his mouth with high-sounding words.

Speaking of Huashan, at this time, Wan Yankang and Liang Kuan walked in the mountain road of Huashan.

Suddenly, a stone fell to the ground in front of the two of them, and the two stopped and looked around, only to see a young man holding a wine jug and laughing: "What are the two big brothers doing when they come to my Huashan?" Although he is still young, he has a sunny smile, and his eyebrows reveal an indescribable free and easy, which makes people feel good.

"Sightseeing! I heard that the scenery of Huashan is beautiful, and I and the disciple Liang Kuante came here for a visit. ”

Hearing this, he smiled even more: "You have come to the right place, climb to the top of Mount Hua, look around, but see a thousand peaks, crawling at the feet, the sky and the earth are empty, all directions are one color; it is really a mountain dancing silver snake, the original Chi La. It's beautiful!"

"Liang Kuan, the guardian of the Seven Killing God Sect, is polite!" Liang Kuan said with his fists clenched.

Seeing Liang Kuan's salute, Ling Hu Chong also put down the wine jug in his hand and hugged his fist and said, "Huashan Ling Hu Chong returned the salute." ”

Wan Yankang ignored the politeness between the two, and his mind was already attracted by the task prompt: "The host meets the child of destiny Ling Hu Chong, and the main quest is generated: the task is concentric knot (task one, the plot protector, Ling Hu Chong left Hua SD Fang undefeated and repaired the Sunflower Treasure Book, so that Hu Chong and Ren Yingying have lovers and finally become married; task two, the plot destroyer, the degree of destruction is more than ten percent (currently destroyed 0.5). Both missions are completed, and the main quest is completed. ”

"If you want to make Hu Chong leave Huashan, this matter is not difficult. Thinking of this, he smiled, "Since Brother Linghu is a disciple of Huashan, he must be very familiar with Huashan, why don't you take us sightseeing, and let's have a good drink together after going down the mountain, how about it?"

"Yes!" There is nothing better than meeting friends without wine.