In the airtight dim stone room, the scorched candle flame was windless, and it seemed to be at the mercy of the oppressive atmosphere around it, trembling its weak flame core.

The old monk who sat in the chief position of the secret room always looked calm and relaxed, not moved by more than ten anxious or irritable eyes, and quietly tasted the tea that was already half-cold in his hand.

"Master Chan Ku, it's been two hours, do you still have to wait?" Opposite the old monk, a strong man with a pale beard like a halberd and thick eyebrows and big eyes could no longer suppress the anxious resentment in his heart, slammed the table, got up and shouted.

The old monk he called 'Master Zen and Dry', seeing him behave like this, put down the teacup and pressed his palm to signal that he would not be impatient, and then said with a smile: "Lord Lei, don't worry, that chivalrous character, you must have heard of it after walking the rivers and lakes for many years!

This strong man seems to be fangs and claws, and his momentum is impressive, but he listens to the old monk's words. Seeing that Master Chan Ku insisted on waiting, he had to snort coldly and stop talking, and sat down slowly. However, another graceful and well-dressed boy beside him heard the conversation between the two, changed to a lazy sitting posture and leaned on the back of the chair, playing with the teacup in his hand, and said: "Yo! According to what the abbot of Zen said so, then wouldn't we be idlers, and I can spend time here with you?"

"Hmph, what's the matter, what's the matter with waiting a lot, hindering you from Tang Zhuying, and stealing other people's treasures again?" This time, Master Chan Ku didn't answer, but the young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and Xuanjia armor on the other side opened his mouth first, and turned back to the brocade-clothed boy with a disgusted face.

This brocade-clothed boy Tang Zhuying seemed to be quite taboo about the things mentioned by the young man in military uniform, raised his eyebrows, and pointed at him with one hand: "Ji Aotian, you court eagle dog, what qualifications do you have to judge the master? You can't hold the world with your ability, but you come to participate in such a conspiracy to assassinate, it is inevitable that you will lose your identity as the commander of the 'Iron Bone Cold Guard'!"

Ji Aotian heard Tang Zhuying so sarcastic, how could he not be angry? He smashed the armrest of the seat with a punch, twisted the steel gun next to his hand, and pointed the tip of the gun directly at his eyebrows and shouted: "How can you know that I am loyal to the king and serve the country, and it is difficult to defeat the tricks of the imperial court? Since you regard Ji as incompetent, I will arrest you today, and it can be regarded as an explanation to the king!"

Seeing that there was a tense atmosphere in the secret room in an instant, this Ji Aotian and Tang Zhuying were about to start if they didn't agree with each other. Master Chan Ku hurriedly folded his hands and shouted to the Buddha: "Amitabha! Two donors, this is a pure place for Buddhism, it is better not to dance with knives and guns! The old man has already stated in the invitation: Those who come to discuss the matter this time need to abandon the grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes and the view of the door, and only by uniting and working together can great things be accomplished. Do you really want to ignore my thousands of hardships and misery because of personal grievances and prejudices?"

Listening to the principal's mediation, he reiterated the key to this secret discussion. Ji Aotian, who was born in Rongma, cares about the people, how could he not know that the matter is serious? Hurriedly put away his spear and hugged his fist to Master Chan Ku and said: "It's impulsive at the next moment, and I hope the abbot will forgive the sin!"

And although Tang Zhuying said that his body was erratic and light, he came and went on weekdays without a trace. But now in this small secret room, he is fighting fiercely with Ji Aotian, who is decisive in killing, and naturally he will also suffer. Seeing that Ji Aotian had put away his edge and was no longer entangled, he hurriedly went down the pole and said: "What the master said is, what he said is! What are the new and old grudges, let's get out of this 'Zhenyun Temple' and make plans, it is important to conspire with great things now!"

Master Chan Ku listened to Tang Zhuying's words, but he didn't break it, but said again: "Then thank you to the two donors for selling the thin noodles of the old man." Lao Wei knew that although there were only nine people, the relationship between them was complicated, and the past grudges between the rivers and lakes were also deep, and it was not easy to get rid of the previous suspicions and gather here for the safety of the people of my Celestial Empire. The old man is here, so I would like to thank you for the profound righteousness of all the chivalrous warriors for the thousands of suffering people in the Central Plains!"

Seeing that Master Chan Ku said this, he got up and bowed deeply to everyone. Everyone present stood up and bowed back one after another: "The abbot is so polite, I dare not be ashamed!"

After seeing everyone's persuasion and thanks, Master Chan Ku also buried the mustard in his heart, and no longer showed the slightest hostility to others, but smiled, slowly sat back in the chair and said: "Since your donors know the general situation so well, then I will continue... ”

"Isn't it? I said master, if that person doesn't come, won't this thing be done?" Listening to Master Chan Ku's words, he meant to let everyone continue to wait, this time, the youngest boy among the nine people was really a little impatient, and before he could finish speaking, he hurriedly said: "Although I have not been debuting for a long time, boy, all the seniors here also recognize the name. Could it be that gathering the nine most outstanding people in the world's martial arts is not enough to do the thing you have in mind, and that person has to be involved?"

Hearing the young man's question, Master Chan Ku smiled bitterly, shook his head helplessly and did not answer. However, the strong man surnamed Lei, who was the first to speak before, ignored the young man's words, and looked at Master Chan Ku and said, "Abbot, do you really care so much about the attitude of the 'Chengying Sword Demon'?

"This... The old man is still a little sure. This strong man surnamed Lei seems to have a bit of status in the eyes of Master Chan Ku, but he can't be lazy.

Unexpectedly, listening to Master Zen Ku's answer, the flower child who fell on the tail seat was not happy again, stretched out a leg directly on the coffee table on the left hand side, and asked inarticulate while picking his teeth with his little finger: "I said old monk, how sure are you? Don't discuss it properly now, but in the end it was made by someone to be deeply profound!"

Master Chan Ku looked at the virtue of this Huazi, shook his head helplessly, and said: "Gang Master Xiao, you must have experienced the past of the benefactor that month, but have you ever seen what he promised to regret?"

Who knew that when Master Chan Ku said this, this made Huazi immediately change his face, and hurriedly retracted his legs on the coffee table, and said with a twisted expression: "Eh, that's not accurate, after all, so many years have passed, who knows what kind of temperament he has now?"

"You ... Who the hell are you talking about? What is the Moon Donor, what is the 'Shadow Sword Demon'? Why have you never heard of this name in the rivers and lakes?" Seeing that everyone's words were always spitting and covering up, the youngest young man in white scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and finally saw the needle and asked this sentence.

And this time, before everyone could pick up the stubble, the black gauze woman on the right hand side of the strong man surnamed Lei was the first to snort coldly: "Hmph! I'm afraid that only those guts and rats who steal their lives can say that he is the 'Chengying Sword Demon', right?

"Humph!"

"Cut~~"

was mocked by the graceful woman covered by this black veil, and everyone else sneered. Only the young man in white didn't care, and hurriedly asked: "Sister Hua, it seems that you have a good understanding of this 'Shadow Sword Demon'... Uh, the month... The seniors also know quite well! Why don't you explain your doubts to your younger brother?"

When the black gauze woman heard this, she shook the thin veil covering her face slightly, lightly opened her lips, and said leisurely: "Let the three feet in your hand be sharp, and the world will be punished." Such a legendary figure has been buried by the long river of time!"

"Oh, Sister Hua, who is this person?

Seeing that the young man in white looked anxious, Hua Baimei sighed secretly, and slowly exhaled a breath and said: "Hey, he is the 'Chengying Sword Venerable' who used to be famous in the rivers and lakes six years ago, and tried all over the world with a three-foot Qingfeng, but he never met a defeat. ”