After receiving the secretary, Master Kule rushed to the Broken Cloud Pavilion non-stop, and after a few hours of riding the wind and the sky, he finally did not miss the time on the letter.

When he arrived at the main hall of the Broken Cloud Pavilion, he found that he was not the only one who had been secretly invited by the Broken Cloud Pavilion.

Elder Donglai knelt and sat in the position of the main and deputy, except for the elder Lingling who was killed, Sheng Gui and Zang Feng sat in the lower left position in turn. Next to it are the two sect masters of Zongwumen, Liao Qingshan and Liao Yin.

In the right column, except for the vacated seats at the front, there are Fengming Shitai, the owner of the Reverse Scale Sword Village, and the master of the Xuande Gate.

What surprised the master of bitterness the most was that in addition to these highly respected masters of the Xuanmen, there were six strange faces who had never met. He was sure that these six people should be the leaders of the new faction in the Xuanmen in recent years.

Seeing that Master Kule had entered the hall, Elder Donglai immediately stood up and greeted him with a smile, "Master has worked hard all the way, hurry up and rest with tea!" He casually made a gesture of invitation, and motioned for Kule to sit on the empty seat in front of Master Fengming.

Bittersweet eyes smiled, and it was not formal. As he walked over, he glanced at the crowd and said, "Elder Donglai, today the Broken Cloud Pavilion has gathered many masters of the Xuanmen, and it is not easy to think that the things that need to be talked about are not simple!"

Donglai said with a smile: "Today's matter is not simple, master, you use tea, listen to me slowly." ”

The bitter master took a sip of the bamboo tea that was still hot, and the afterglow stopped at the east place and saw him seated.

As soon as he entered the temple, he found that today's Donglai seat was not the main seat in the temple, but only on the secondary seat. The seat is full, and only the main seat in the hall is still vacant!

Bitterness is quite playful: "Elder Donglai, can I guess if what you are talking about today has anything to do with this vacancy?"

The Master of Bitterness and the leaders of the various sects all cast their eyes on the vacant seat.

At this moment, a loud and powerful laugh came from the ear canal of the hall.

This laughter is indeed the laughter of an old man, but it is so powerful that it does not resemble the laughter of an old man. Bitter Joy sounded a little familiar, but it also felt strange!

Until a rickety body dressed in gray plain clothes slowly walked out of the ear canal. Indeed, the man who came was an old man over 100 years old. The most impressive thing is the scattered flower hair. Flower hair covered the side of his face tightly.

The first time Master Kule saw this gray-clothed old man, his eyes showed extreme uncalmness, and he seemed to have guessed the identity of this person at first sight!

The old man with the hair walked towards the vacant main seat with not very neat steps, and said, "Master Kule, there is indeed one thing related to this main seat that I want to talk about today. ”

The old man sat down slowly, and then he was already looking at the person with a straight face.

Black and white hair still covered most of his face. The revealed face was covered with ravines and brown spots, but the old eyes with deep eyes were clear and shining.

Excluding the three elders of Broken Cloud Pavilion, the ones who can recognize this old man are Ku Le, Liao Qingshan, and Liao Yin!

The three of them all showed surprised looks, and Liao Qingshan couldn't help blurting out: "Mix evenly!"

Twenty years ago, the Mixed Balance was cultivated to the bottleneck of the late Ruoling stage, and he was unable to break through, so he handed over the entire Broken Cloud Pavilion to the second elder Dong to take care of it, and he found a clean place in the back mountain by himself, and realized the method of Nirvana, and this retreat was twenty years......

Twenty years have indeed turned the Taoist who was physically fit and immortal into a sick old man, at least bitter and happy.

But twenty years later, when he reappeared in the rivers and lakes and insisted on Yunge again, what it meant, he still knew in his heart.

The mixed son's voice rose again: "Master Bitter Happiness, the two Taoist friends of Zongwumen, Master Fengming, as well as the owner of the Reverse Scale Village and all the Taoist friends, are all people with high prestige in my Xuanmen, and they should have come to visit, but there is a reason for it, and it is urgent, so please bear with me." ”

A goat-bearded Taoist at the next table was also a smart man, and he saw through the identity of the mixer early on, and then took over the conversation and said, "Senior brother is too serious. Broken Cloud Pavilion is famous all over the world, and it is famous all over the world, and it is already the leader of my Xuanmen. Thanks to the promotion of the elders of the Broken Cloud Pavilion, today I can sit in the Chaoyang Hall on behalf of the Qingxia Sect, participate in major events with the masters of various factions, and see the demeanor of the senior brother of the mixed son, it is the luck of the three lives, how dare I be dissatisfied. ”

This Taoist who represents the Qingxia Sect has a good hand of sycophants, and some people may be disgusted when they hear it, but the mixed son is in charge himself, and no one says much.

With a smile on his face, he laughed dryly, and said, "There are actually three things to gather the various factions of the Xuanmen today. ”

"One of them, you've all seen it, it's this bad old man out of the customs. I heard that the Demon Sect's Heavenly Desert's Northern Gu Feng actually broke through to the Clear Void Realm by chance, which disturbed the entire Xuanmen people's hearts. After twenty years of enlightenment, it can be regarded as climbing to the ...... of Qingxu."

Listening to the words of the mixed son, except for the bitter master and Liao Qingshan, the audience was dumbfounded, with a lot of envy and disbelief!

Liao Qingshan glanced at everyone with a look of surprise in disdain, and chuckled: "Senior Brother Mingzi has been in retreat for twenty years, even if God is blind, he can see Senior Brother's painstaking efforts. Our Xuanmen has been containing the Demon Sect for nearly a hundred years, and now that Senior Brother Mingzi is out of the customs, it is even more of a guarantee!"

Master Feng Ming said in a clear voice: "In my opinion, the Xuanmen has indeed restrained the Demon Sect for more than a hundred years, but because my generation is kind and conniving, the Demon Sect has become more and more rampant in recent years, and does not take us and others seriously! In the future, even if we are gone, it will be much easier for the juniors to deal with it, right?"

Hearing this, Mingzi laughed out loud, quite appreciative, "Master Feng Ming is too able to think about the juniors, and this courage and strategy is really admirable." But Shi Taike had ever thought that for hundreds of years, no matter how fierce the overall strength of the Xuanmen was, it had never had a big battle with the Heavenly Desert and the Ghost Sect, why was this?"

Master Feng Ming said: "I want to hear about it." ”

"The obedience of the Xuanmen family is to punish evil and promote good, and we are not only guarding our relatives and friends around us, but also those unarmed ordinary people in the whole world, which is the most fundamental difference between Xuanmen and the Demon Sect. In their eyes, this is also our fatal weakness. If we really come to that point, even regardless of the sacrifices of our own sect, we can guarantee how many innocent people will be able to escape their clutches!"

Master Feng Ming's face was immediately red, as if he was sitting on pins and needles, and said ashamedly: "Senior Brother Mingzi, I didn't think about it well and was taught!"

Mixer chuckled, "So, I'll talk about this second thing." ”

"Master Bitterness, the second thing I want to say has to do with you. ”

Bitter Joy smiled lightly, "Senior brother, but it's okay to say?"

"Seventy years ago, there were a total of five brothers who were taught by the Broken Cloud Pavilion's mentor Puhui Daoren, and now the four of us are still there, but the elder brother of Changling has gone to the west of the crane. My junior brother was indeed poisoned, and the murderer is still at large!"

Seeing the sad look on the face of the mixer, the bitter master stopped the rosary in his hand and was about to speak, but was preempted by the mixer.

"Master Du Nan is also a generation of high monks, but he was assassinated a few days after my elder brother Changling went, sad, painful!"

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Mixed Zi said again: "I heard that the murderer of the two masters of my Xuanmen is just a rebel from the Broken Cloud Pavilion! A few days ago, it fell into the hands of Master Fengming, but he was personally taken back to the Temple of the Dead by the master, but is there such a thing?"

The Zangfeng Taoist who was meditating had a strange expression from the first sentence of the mixed mix, and there was a sense of grief and worry between his eyebrows. It also made a plain and elegant face that was not smiling or angry unconsciously appeared in his mind, and his heart was more like being tied in a dead knot, and he couldn't breathe!

Master Kule said in a harmonious voice, "Lao Wei did take a woman and a child from Feng Luanyi. But the old man didn't think that it was this woman who killed the elder of the Elder Spirit and the junior brother of the difficulty!"

Mixed Zi nodded slightly, and said cautiously and even with some doubts: "Du Yan is the junior disciple of the Master of Bitterness, I naturally believe that the master will not spare the murderer, but about the female disciple of the Tibetan Feng Department is not the real murderer, can the master give Broken Cloud Pavilion and even Xuanmen a reason?"

Donglai said: "When I was fighting martial arts for ten years, it was this female disciple of the Tibetan Front Department who destroyed the magic weapon of a disciple of your temple, and used a strange spell to hit me hard, and then colluded with the demon sect demon many times!

After hearing this, Kule let out a wild and unruly laugh, not even like an old Buddhist monk! Immediately, his tone was also extremely sharp: "Is it really true that the old man can't guarantee his life!"

I don't know how Ah Ying would feel if he was present and heard this. But in the bitter heart, even if he used his life to offset it, he couldn't make up for the debt of the Afterlife Temple to Ah Ying, and the debt to the more than 1,000 Bai clan people in the entire Wind Chime Valley!