Wang Chongyang didn't know that the news of the Nine Yin True Scripture had been spread, and after the group left Kaifeng, they went to Jingzhao Mansion along the official road.

Dozens of miles ahead of Wang Chongyang and others, next to the official road, several masked people fell to the ground, wailing.

"Heroine spare your life, we are not bandits, we are just waiting for people here. One of the masked men begged for mercy.

"Yes, yes, we're waiting for someone. ”

Lin Chaoying glanced coldly, "Wait for someone, hmph, who are you waiting for." ”

"We wait...... Wait for the girl, the girl I like has passed here today, I am ready to show my heart, my brothers are here to cheer me on. ”

"Oh, masked waiting for the girl. ”

"Yes, yes, we look ugly, and we are afraid of scaring her, so we are masked. ”

Lin Chaoying didn't bother to pay attention to them, and looked up at the dust raised in the sky in the distance, "If you want to explain, you should explain with the six doors." ”

With that, he kicked the stone on the ground with his toes.

The stones shot up in an instant, splitting into several pieces in the air, hitting each masked man's acupoint.

The masked men were immobile.

Lin Chaoying turned over a jujube red horse, raised the whip lightly, and the passers went in the opposite direction.

"Head, there are six masked men here. ”

"Pull off the mask and see who they are. The leader commanded.

"Head, they are Wang Er, the young head of the Golden Dao Sect, Duan Wenyuan, the head of the Chiyan Sect, Lin Fenghai, the leader of the Jinghong Gang, Li Mad the leader of the Second Gang, the Third Gang advocates the bridge, and the elder of the Iron Palm Gang Pan Shixian.

They were all pointed, and judging from the scene, they should have been subdued by a move. One of the catchers shouted to the leader.

"Bring them back to the Criminal Division, and report to the Criminal Division truthfully, and the others will continue to move forward with me and open the way for the national teacher. The leader said, and led the rest of the catchers to move on.

And the sect of these people, who dare to commit crimes against the wind, will naturally be punished accordingly.

And all this, Wang Chongyang and others don't know at all.

In a tea shed next to the official road, only Hong Qi and the other three were sitting and drinking tea.

A beggar gang disciple came running from a distance, knelt down on one knee out of breath and said, "Gang Leader Hong, four more gang members were arrested just now.

However, when they were caught, they had already been restrained by someone. ”

Hong Qi tapped his fingers on the tabletop, held the teacup in his other hand, and said softly, "Well, let's go down." ”

"Yes, helper. ”

Hong Qi took a sip of tea, "Brother Feng, Brother Huang, now that Wang Chongyang is secretly protected by the imperial court, if we want to seize the scriptures, I'm afraid we have to use yang to rob it." ”

Ouyang Feng lowered his head, playing with the snake on his sleeve, and left the matter of using his brain to the other two to worry about.

"Brother Hong has any plan, but it doesn't hurt to say it. Huang Yaoshi replied expressionlessly.

Hong Qi leaned his head between the two of them, and whispered, "When Wang Chongyang returns to the Quanzhen faction, Hong Mou, in the name of the beggar gang, invites the people in the martial arts to go to the Quanzhen faction to hold a martial arts conference."

When the time comes, let's first hold a handful of Quanzhen faction, and then propose to meet friends with martial arts, and let Wang Chongyang use the Nine Yin True Scripture as a color head.

For the sake of fame, the Quanzhen faction had to fight with us.

Let's compete with them in a best-of-three game.

This Jianghu sect competition, the court can't intervene, how. ”

"This is a very good plan, then according to Brother Hong's words. Huang Yaoshi nodded.

......

Half a month later, Zhongnan Mountain, Quanzhen faction.

Wang Chongyang, who had just returned to the faction, looked at the martial arts hero post in his hand, his brows furrowed.

Unexpectedly, the beggar gang actually wanted to hold a martial arts conference, and the address was set at the Quanzhen faction.

I haven't discussed it with my own master.

The date is tomorrow, and I have to pinch my nose to admit it, otherwise tomorrow the heroes will gather, and I can't say that I won't borrow the land.

Wouldn't that seem to be really stingy and funny?

The rumors on the rivers and lakes, Wang Chongyang already knew about it, and guessed that this martial arts conference was not good.

However, there is no way to avoid it, you can only take one step, count it as one step.

The next day, the sea of clouds and fog in the vast desert on Zhongnan Mountain was steadily holding out a round of red sun.

The red sun quickly rose into the sky, gushing out of the golden light, reflecting the red glow of the half-day.

On the mountain road of Zhongnan Mountain, martial arts heroes from all walks of life began to appear, and groups of three or five came to the Quanzhen faction.

It's not lively along the way, and from time to time I meet acquaintances and greet each other.

Some met the enemy drawing their swords, some were pulled by their friends, and some fought with real fire, and the wounded were injured and died.

These things have long been commonplace among the people of the rivers and lakes, and at most they regret the deceased, and forget about it in a blink of an eye.

In the Quanzhen Sect, there are now hundreds of Quanzhen disciples, standing on both sides of the square with swords, welcoming the martial arts heroes who have come.

The seven sons of Quanzhen, as Wang Chongyang's personal disciples, were all greeted at the door.

In the Hall of Truth, Wang Chongyang sat cross-legged on the futon, meditating quietly, and it was not too late to go out when the conference opened.

Zhou Botong sat cross-legged next to Wang Chongyang and twisted around, as if the futon under his buttocks had needles.

Especially at the thought that there might be a chance to fight today, I was even more excited, and I looked back from time to time and looked out through the door.

"Bertone, your heart is in turmoil. Wang Chongyang closed his eyes and said leisurely.

Zhou Botong immediately sat upright, smiled, and said warmly, "Uncle Wang, Botong is worried about whether the heroes will be difficult against Quan Zhen at the martial arts conference." ”

Wang Chongyang comforted softly, "Don't be afraid, with Uncle Shi here, you can study in the Quanzhen School with peace of mind." ”

Zhou Botong said with a resolute expression, "No, Botong is a true person, and he is really in trouble, and Botong will definitely come forward."

Later, if someone is unfavorable to Quanzhen, please don't stop Uncle Wang and let me go...... Let Bertone do his part for Quanzhen. ”

After that, he couldn't help but lick his lips.

"You have a heart. Wang Chongyang opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Botong, who was looking at the statue of the ancestor with a solemn expression, and nodded and praised.

"Yu You, the head of the Qingcheng faction, arrived with his disciples. ”

"Qiu Qianren, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang, has arrived with his disciples. ”

"The leader of the beggar gang, Hong Qi, the elder of the Keqing Gang, Huang Yaoshi, and the elder Ouyang Feng of the Keqing, have arrived. ”

"Ao Yi, the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, brought his son Ao Rui here. ”

......

When the people were almost here, Wang Chongyang got up and said, "Let's go, go out and meet them."

Chaoying, come out, you hide behind the statue of Shizun, but you are very disrespectful to Shizun. ”

Lin Chaoying, behind the statue of Zhou Fan, pouted, jumped down from the altar.

Lin ...... Senior sister ......" Zhou Botong hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to face it.

"Hmph. Lin Chaoying snorted lightly, and turned to stare straight at Wang Chongyang.

Wang Chongyang pretended not to see Lin Chaoying's gaze, turned around and pushed open the door of the hall, and walked out.

The two followed.

"This Quanzhen sect is really a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, there are actually two masters who are not inferior to me, and these two boys have suffered hardships. Duan Yu, dressed in a gray monk's robe, was lying on a leafy tree a mile away, drinking the wine in the gourd, while looking at Wang Chongyang and the three of them who walked out of the Hall of Truth.

"Huh? This idol...... How did Uncle Ancestor become the true ancestor?

I should have thought that the Quanzhen Sect had expanded from nothing to such a scale in just a few decades, and there must be a master behind it...... It turned out to be Uncle Shi.

This Wang Chongyang may know the news of his uncle's ancestor. Duan Yu muttered, wanting to go down immediately to ask Wang Chongyang, but after thinking about it, he endured it again.

I was going to wait for the martial arts conference to end, and then talk to Wang Chongyang alone.

After all, they are all masters of the same level, and they can't be evil.

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