Everyone was silent for a moment, obviously still having some concerns, after all, once people are suspicious and want to dispel them, they can't do it with just a few words.

The reason why Murong Fu asked Hong Lingbo to say the route to the top of the light was just a temporary idea, wanting to establish a prestige in the martial arts, but since others didn't believe it, he wouldn't force it, there was no sadness or joy on his face, and he meant that you could do whatever you wanted.

"I don't think it's as good as this, let's draw down the map of Murong Gongzi, and then send a small number of disciples to investigate one or two first, if the map is in line, it won't be too late for the large army to go up the mountain again?" A middle-aged scribe behind Yue Buqun suddenly stepped forward and proposed a compromise solution.

Murong Fu glanced at the middle-aged scribe, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, he couldn't remember who this person was?

"Elder Huashan Xian has always been known for his resourcefulness, and I think this plan is feasible!" He Taichong was the first to agree.

Among the others, except for the Master of the Void, they all nodded slightly in agreement, and the Master of the Void frowned slightly, and glanced at the door from time to time, as if waiting for someone.

"Elder Xian?" Murong Fu muttered, and only reacted after a while, it turned out that this person was Xian Yutong, no wonder he couldn't remember that Xian Yutong was no longer the head of Huashan, but an elder of Huashan Yin Sect.

"What is the different way for Master Kongwen?" Song Yuanqiao found out that Kongwen didn't mean to agree, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Old ......" Master Kongwen just spoke, but suddenly paused, and after a while, a Shaolin disciple suddenly ran in outside the door.

"Uncle Qiyu, Uncle Yuanzhen has arrived!" the disciple bowed in front of Master Kongwen and reported.

A flash of joy flashed on Master Kongwen's face, "Please!"

Everyone was puzzled, but the master of the empty news would not have any opinions.

Not long after, a middle-aged monk dressed in a Shaolin monk's robe walked in, and first saluted the heads with their hands folded, "Little monk Yuanzhen, I have seen all the heads!"

The major heads all got up and saluted back, and they didn't dare to say that they didn't dare to say that they were round characters, so if they were the same as the heads of the family, how could they dare to accept a big gift.

When Murong Fu heard that the person was actually Cheng Kun, the villain, he couldn't help but look at him twice, but he saw that he was of medium stature, his face was slightly round, his upper lip had a mustache, his lower lip was beardless, his eyes were bright and restrained, and his internal strength was extraordinary, and Murong Fu could still feel a faint cold aura emanating from him.

Yuan Zhen seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly turned his head to look at Murong Fu, with an inquiring look in his eyes.

Murong Fu just smiled and nodded slightly.

Yuan Zhen turned his head suspiciously, walked in front of Master Kongwen, bowed and saluted, "See the three senior uncles!"

"Okay, you're welcome, tell me what good news you've brought us!" Master Kongwen waved his hand and said straight to the point.

"Yes, after several hard work, the master and nephew have finally obtained the topographic map of the Demon Sect's Bright Peak!" said Yuan Zhen as he pulled out a slightly worn map from his sleeve.

As soon as these words came out, everyone except Murong Fu was shocked in their hearts, and hurriedly stepped forward, and many people glanced at Murong Fu with inexplicable expressions, including Song Qingshu.

Hong Lingbo was startled, turned his head to look at Murong Fu, and called out in a low voice, "Master!"

Hearing the wind, he even bent down to Murong Fu's ear, "Childe, why don't we run away!"

Hong Lingbo was okay, thinking that Murong Fu's map was from the Crystal Palace, but it was a little strange that others would have it, but it was very clear that this road map was not from the Crystal Palace at all, and he had never even heard Gongzi mention it before.

Murong Fu shook his head amusedly, "It's okay!"

"Hey, it's almost the same route that the girl said before!" said He Taichong in surprise.

Several other masters took a closer look, and thought about the route Murong Fu said, it was really exactly the same, and even what Hong Lingbo said was more detailed, but the defenders of each pass marked on the map were slightly different, of course, this is also normal, and the patrol disciples of each sect often change.

Since the two different people have been given the same map, especially one of them from Shaolin, it is clear that this map is genuine.

Master Kongwen and Exterminator Tai both glanced at Murong Fu deeply, and Exterminator Tai said in a cold voice: "It was the poor nun who was wrong before, and I blamed you for it!"

The others also glanced at Murong Fu with a slight apology, but the words of apology were indescribable.

Murong Fu also glanced at the extermination master quite unexpectedly, but he didn't expect that although this old nun had a strange temper, he was also upright, and said with a smile in his mouth: "The master is too serious, since the map is no problem, it is better to discuss the method of attack as soon as possible!"

"Okay, I have heard that Huashan Xian Yutong is a well-known think tank, why don't you invite him as a military advisor?"

"The old man has no opinion!" the Master of Empty Hearing nodded.

The other leaders couldn't say anything against it.

Xian Yutong pretended to excuse a few words, and then readily agreed, stepped forward and pointed on the map, next to Yue Buqun's face was as usual, but a wisp of chill flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Half an hour passed, and everyone finally finalized the encirclement and suppression plan, among which naturally there were the most opinions rarely passed, Yuan Zhen added a few words from time to time, and looked very familiar with Guangmingding, which caused a lot of muttering in everyone's hearts, "I have never heard of such a number one person in Shaolin, but how can he be so familiar with the Demon Sect?"

As for Murong Fu, he watched coldly from beginning to end, without saying a word, and in the end he was arranged to attack with the Wudang faction.

"Since that's the case, the little monk will leave!" The attack plan was decided, but Yuan Zhen put away the map and said goodbye.

"Master go slowly!" Regarding Yuanzhen's behavior of putting away the map, everyone did not doubt him, after all, after such a long time, the map had already been memorized, and it didn't matter if there were drawings or not.

Song Yuanqiao took a deep look at Yuan Zhen's back, his brows furrowed slightly, and he always felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart.

After Yuan Zhen left, the exterminator showed a rare smile, "Everyone, now that everything is planned, please go back and rest early, recuperate, and tomorrow morning, go to the bright top!"

The others said goodbye one after another, different from before, at this time, everyone's faces showed a relaxed look, after all, Guangming Ding has been the main altar of the Demon Sect for many years, how can it be encircled and suppressed, but now that there is a map, it is different, at least it can reduce the casualties by fifty percent!

"Let's go too!" Murong Fu greeted Hong Lingbo and the others, and took the lead in walking out.

But not far from the tent, Song Yuanqiao's voice came, "Master Murong!"

Murong Fu stopped and looked at Song Yuanqiao suspiciously, "I don't know what Song seniors have to say?"

"Haha, Childe is a person who once sat and talked with his teacher, this senior, Song really doesn't dare to be a senior, if Childe doesn't dislike it, how about we talk about it on an equal footing?" Song Yuanqiao's words were a little humble and a little bold.

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at him quite unexpectedly, and saw that he had a gentle and elegant demeanor, and thought that he was a gentleman who was elegant and elegant, but he didn't expect that he also had a bold side, and immediately smiled: "Since this is the case, I will dare to call you Brother Song!"

"Okay, then Song will call you Brother Murong!" Song Yuanqiao had a slight smile on his serious face, in fact, with his steady and down-to-earth character, he would definitely not easily call a young boy who knew what was right and wrong a brother, but when his master Zhang Sanfeng mentioned Murong Fu, in addition to appreciating it, he was called "Little Brother Murong", which meant that he was a fellow student.

Of course, he would not say this, otherwise wouldn't he have to ask Murong Fu to be his predecessor? In addition, Guangming Ding had to cooperate with the Murong family in the first battle, and it was naturally best to get along first.

"I don't know what happened when Brother Song called me?" Murong Fu asked suspiciously, secretly anxious in his heart, "If you have something to say, I still have something important!"

"It's not important, the Murong family came from afar, I'm afraid that there is no camp tent prepared, and Wudang happens to have two superfluous, so it is better to give it to the Murong brothers!"

"I thought it was a big deal!" Murong Fu muttered secretly in his heart, with a grateful look on his face, "Thank you Brother Song for that, but at this time, my brother still has some important things to deal with, and the camp tent will be handed over to my apprentice first, and I will say goodbye first!" After Murong Fu finished speaking, he pointed to Hong Lingbo on the side, and then his body shook and disappeared into the moonlight.

"Hmph, it's really uneducated!" But Song Qingshu couldn't help but snort coldly, and said softly.

Even though he said it in a very soft voice, except for Hong Lingbo, who was not a person with excellent internal strength, they all heard it clearly.

Song Yuanqiao frowned, and glared back at Song Qingshu.

But the four daughters of Pixing are not so easy to talk to, and Pixing suddenly spoke: "My son-in-law left in such a hurry, I think there must be something extremely important to do, since this young man is so dissatisfied, then don't want a tent!"

"Hmph, Childe can come if he wants, and if he wants to go, it's your business!"

Ying Yue didn't say a word, but her sleeve robe swelled slightly, and the sharp cold light in her eyes seemed to be substance, staring at Song Qingshu tightly, as if she might make a move at any time.

As for blowing snow, he just stood behind everyone, holding a long sword in his hand, and just waited for the wind to give an order.

Hong Lingbo was a little inexplicable at first, but she was clever and quite good at observing words and feelings, so she quickly guessed the matter, and she also looked at Song Qingshu with unkind eyes.

Song Qingshu's face turned slightly pale, as if the people standing opposite him were not four delicate and lovely quadruplets, but four flood beasts, only to feel cold hands and feet, and regret it in his heart.