The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn breeze is cool.

With the fast horses, the news of Zhenwusi's southward journey soon spread to Tianzhou.

Tianzhou Luoxia Sect.

The Luoxia Sect is located on a majestic mountain that lingers with clouds all year round.

This mountain is called Luoxia Mountain, and Luoxia Sect is named after this mountain.

There are several pavilions and palaces in Luoxia Mountain, the white walls and green tiles, the carved beams and painted buildings, the clouds and mist are swirling, just like the dwelling place of the immortals.

As one of the four top sects in Tianzhou, the strength of the Luoxia Sect is beyond doubt.

There are about three thousand disciples in the entire Luoxia Sect, and these disciples are not ordinary martial artists, they must have at least four grades of cultivation.

Without the cultivation of the four grades, they can't enter the threshold of the Luoxia Sect, and anyone who can join the Luoxia Sect is the leader of the younger generation in the rivers and lakes.

In addition to ordinary disciples, there are hundreds of deacons in the Luoxia Sect, and the cultivation of these deacons is strong and weak, the strong ones have seventh-grade and eighth-grade cultivation, and the weak ones have fifth-grade and sixth-grade cultivation.

They either manage the affairs of the sect within the sect, or they manage the sect's property outside the sect.

Above the deacon are the elders and the sect master, and the Luoxia Sect has a total of six elders, all of whom are nine-rank martial artists.

And the suzerain of the Luoxia Sect is Cheng Moshen.

In the main hall of the sect.

Cheng Moshen, who was wearing a blue and white robe, stared at the letter in his hand.

The third elder, Luo Qingxia, stood beside him in a bewitching red dress.

"Zhenwu Si is coming to Tianzhou!"

After reading the letter, Cheng Mo sighed deeply and said.

"Sect Master, should we intercept them?"

Although Luo Qingxia is over fifty years old, her eyebrows and eyes are still full of beautiful charm.

Cheng Mo said in a deep voice: "The king of Xin'an has an army of six thousand! ”

Luo Qingxia suddenly fell silent.

Six thousand troops are not much, but for the Luoxia Sect, it is not a small army.

If the entire Luoxia Sect is dispatched, it may be able to defeat the 6,000 army, but what about after that!

After this battle is over, Luoxia Sect is estimated to be finished.

"Let's go!"

"Where are you going?"

Cheng Moshen spread his hands and said, "Go to Wanfu Temple and find those bald donkeys." ”

"Then I'm not going!" Luo Qingxia pursed her lips and said.

Cheng Moshen smiled and didn't ask her to follow.

In the entire Luoxia Sect, Luo Qingxia has the deepest prejudice against Wanfu Temple, as for the reason, this has to start from thirty years ago.

At that time, Luo Qingxia was still a famous beauty in Tianzhou, and countless young talents flocked to her.

It's just that Luo Qingxia can't look down on those crooked melons and cracked dates, until she meets someone.

A snowstorm and a false encounter have created an impressive and affectionate past.

That person is the abbot of Wanfu Temple, the great monk Tongming.

……

Lishan Sword School.

"This town martial arts division really dares to come to Tianzhou!"

"They're looking for death!"

After listening to his disciple's report, Duan Feng, the elder of the Lishan Sword Sect, said with a cold face.

Next to him, Yu Zheng, the sect leader of the Lishan Sword Sect, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the wrinkles on his face trembled slightly.

"What do those dog officials in the court think, do they want to force us to rebel?"

"Or do they think we're going to be afraid of these thousands of troops, or they're going to be afraid of a sixteen-year-old doll!"

Duan Feng's temper was fiery and his mouth was open.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yu Zheng said in a deep voice.

Duan Feng's face was gloomy, "Sect Master, let's kill this little doll who doesn't know the height of the sky first!" ”

"Shut up!" Yu Zheng shouted angrily.

Duan Feng was angry and angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to annoy Yu Zheng, so he could only snort coldly.

Yu Zheng turned his head to look at the silver-haired old woman next to him, and asked with a solemn expression, "Senior aunt, what do you think we should do?" ”

This old woman is Qi Jinfeng, the elder of the Lishan Sword Sect, a generation higher than Yu Zheng, this person not only has a high level of cultivation, but also has a very high reputation in the rivers and lakes, because she likes to wear a golden hairpin, so she is respected as the golden hairpin mother-in-law in the rivers and lakes.

Qi Jinfeng leaned over and looked up at Yu Zheng, revealing a face that was difficult to level.

"It is not advisable to kill people directly!"

"Now we are not facing the Jianghu sects and warriors, but the imperial court yamen and the royal county kings from Kyoto."

The old man's voice was hoarse, but it didn't make people feel uncomfortable, but it had a bit of a special charm, which made Yu Zheng and Duan Fei's irritable mood a lot calmer.

"What does my aunt mean to ignore it?" Yu Zheng asked with a frown.

"It's not okay to ignore it, we have to show our attitude."

"Maybe we should tell the court about the customs of Tianzhou!"

Qi Jinfeng said slowly.

"Customs!" Yu Zheng was stunned, but then a smile appeared on his face.

What are the customs of Tianzhou?

That is the respect of the strong!

Anyone who wants to speak must first see how strong they are.

This is true even for officials of the imperial court.

At this moment, outside the door of the hall, a rush of footsteps sounded.

"Sect Master Qi, the Bloody Cloak Building has issued a lore order!"

……

The Heavenly Master's Mansion is located on the Sanqing Mountain of Longshang Mansion, which is the ancestral court of the Dali Taoist sect.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk......"

In the early morning of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, in the empty and quiet, the tapping sound of wooden fish was faintly heard.

The hall in the distance is carved beams and painted buildings, the surrounding trees and plants are lush and dense, the sky is clear and clear, the wind is harmonious, and the body is in the middle, just like a fairyland.

All the way to follow the sound of the wooden fish, through the conferral courtyard, to the Heavenly Master Palace, only to see two classes of Taoists lined up left and right, Gong to the temple of the ancestor of the Heavenly Master statue.

With the percussion sound of the wooden fish, sometimes chanting, sometimes kneeling, neat and orderly, solemn and solemn.

In the hall, the statues of the heavenly masters of the past dynasties are arranged in Zhaomu, and the two sides of the hall are lined up.

An old man with gray hair and wearing Taoist robes sat in front of the Taoists, his eyes slightly closed, and he gently tapped the wooden fish.

The solemn and solemn chanting lasted for nearly an hour before it ended, and the Taoists dispersed, except for the old man, who remained in his place, motionless, like an eternal statue.

"Master!"

Outside the door of the main hall, a man wearing a bun and a cyan Taoist robe called softly.

Seeing that the old man did not react, the man had no choice but to raise his voice and call again: "Master! ”

"Master!"

After calling several times in a row, the old man suddenly lifted up.

"Ah, it's Wensu!"

The old man looked at the man sleepily.

Seeing him like this, Wen Su couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Master, you fell asleep in the morning class again!" ”

"Hey, no way, this morning class is too boring!"

"I don't know which ancestor is so boring, he actually made the rules for the morning class, and if I don't do the morning class, it's useless." The old man stood up, and his slender body looked extraordinarily tall.

Wen Sudao: "Didn't Master say before that the morning class is to clarify the mood and gather the mind? ”

"That's for you, not for me."

The old man said dissatisfiedly: "Where do I need such a boring thing to clarify my state of mind. ”

"......" Wen Su was speechless.

The old man walked out of the main hall and asked, "What are you looking for as a teacher?" ”

"Oh yes!" Wen Su slapped his head and suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit.

"Master, the Bloody Cloak Building has issued a lore order to the King of Xin'an County!"

When the old man heard this, his vicissitudes of life showed a touch of disdain in his eyes.

"These stupid dogs, you can't do something smart!"

"Issued a kill order to the royal county king, they think they have lived too long!"

The corners of Wen Su's mouth twitched slightly.

His master is the fifty-sixth generation of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and he is deeply loved by the people of Tianzhou.

"Master, don't lie!"

Wen Su reminded.

If outsiders know that the Heavenly Master is a stupid dog, it will really damage the majesty of the Heavenly Master.

"I still need you to teach as a teacher!" The Heavenly Master glanced at him.

"Pass the order, from today onwards, my Heavenly Master's Mansion will be closed to guests, and all disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion are forbidden to go out."

Wen Su's expression was straight, and he hurriedly responded: "The disciple obeys." ”