However, Song Liancheng didn't think so, because the death of Zhao Zilong's junior disciple and other Wudang Sect disciples made him extremely hostile to the White Lotus Sect.

"What you see is just the appearance, in fact, they are extremely insidious, robbing the rich and helping the poor to benefit the people just to buy people's hearts, in order to remove the potential threats of our martial arts factions, they will also kill innocents indiscriminately, in short, half a month later, our Wudang faction will definitely fight with you Huashan, Kunlun, Shaolin, Qingcheng and the beggars to kill the Lotus Mountain to eliminate the White Lotus Sect to avenge the dead brothers. ”

When he heard Song Liancheng say this, Long Xiaotian couldn't help but think of his sworn brother Chang Yuchun again, if the masters of the five major factions really attacked the White Lotus Sect, wouldn't this righteous brother of his be dead?

So he said: "Maybe the White Lotus Sect was instigated and deceived by the Blood Clothes Sect to do this! I always feel that there must be a big misunderstanding here, all in all, I will definitely find out the truth in half a month and give an explanation to each of our martial arts factions." ”

"Whether they were instigated and deceived by the Bloody Clothes Sect or deliberately colluded with the Bloody Clothes Sect, the enemy Wudang faction who killed my Senior Brother Zhao will definitely not give up. ”

While saying this, Song Liancheng's face showed great indignation, and then he pulled out half of the sword he was wearing and said angrily: "If I know that these thieves really colluded with the Bloody Clothes Sect to kill fellow martial artists, my Wudang Sect will never let them go." ”

And in order to calm Song Liancheng's inner emotions, Long Xiaotian changed the topic.

"Brother Song, didn't you just say that you wanted to hear what I had been going through since I left Wudang Mountain? I'll tell you about it now!"

Then, Long Xiaotian told him what happened after leaving Wudang Mountain and what happened to Song Liancheng one by one.

The five days passed quickly, and the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect had already left Huashan for several kilometers, and in these five days or so, the living disciples pushed the coffins of the dead disciples all the way.

It was like a huge funeral procession in the direction of Mount Qingcheng to the west, and when it was almost dark, it stopped in a small city it passed.

And the reason why they didn't bury the bodies of those dead disciples on the spot was because they had a custom in the Qingcheng faction, if any disciple who had not left the sect died unexpectedly, no matter where they died, the body must be buried in Qingcheng Mountain.

In addition, they did not allow cremation, believing that cremation was a desecration of the body of the deceased, so they had to travel thousands of miles to transport the bodies of the dead disciples back to Qingcheng Mountain.

Soon after they entered the city, they found an inn with lanterns, and when they first entered the inn, they felt that the interior of the inn was quite clean and tidy.

There were quite a few guests eating downstairs, and there was nothing unusual at all, but somewhere in the corner of the dining hall there was a Qinglong Yanyue knife used by the stage team, but after seeing this knife, Li Jingyun immediately understood what kind of inn this inn was.

"Guest officer, stay in the hotel!"

The shopkeeper at the counter greeted Li Jingyun with a polite smile, and Li Jingyun took out a certain gold ingot and said to the shopkeeper: "We are going to stay here for one night, please prepare a first-class room for us, and we also have several coffins of dead disciples here that need to be transported to Qingcheng Mountain, please take care of them on your behalf." ”

After the shopkeeper took Li Jingyun's deposit ingot, he took it in front of him and looked at it carefully for a while, then revealed a pair of eyes that saw money and said with a look of money: "This guest officer is really generous, you can rest assured that everything is wrapped in me, and I will immediately ask Xiao Er to prepare to go to the room." ”

After some time, the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect moved into their rooms and fell asleep peacefully.

But not long after they fell asleep, they were stunned by a puff of smoke outside the room, and after a while, those Qingcheng Sect disciples became lifeless.

Immediately afterwards, the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper sneaked into the room, but the strange thing was that behind them was a familiar figure, and he was actually Li Jingyun!

"Li Gongzi, we have already done what you want us to do, what else do you have to say. ”

Li Jingyun nodded lightly and said lightly: "Okay, very good, now carry them all to the cellar, my uncle is waiting to brainwash them." ”

"Yes"

After some time, in the cellar of the inn, all the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect had already woken up, only to find that their hands and feet had already been tied with ropes and could not move.

In front of them were many coffins where the dead disciples were lying, and the coffin lids were all open.

Soon, this group of Qingcheng Sect disciples realized that they were living in a black shop.

"Quickly let us out, you black-hearted shopkeeper, we are disciples of the Qingcheng faction and a martial arts sect, what are your intentions in harming us like this?"

The person who spoke was Sun Zhijian, the second disciple of the Qingcheng faction.

However, at this time, Shangguan Yu and Li Jingyun walked side by side, Sun Zhijian looked at Li Jingyun at this time with a puzzled expression and asked, "Senior brother, how could you be with this dog thief who took refuge in the imperial court, have you forgotten that he has now disowned our Qingcheng faction and was expelled from the Qingcheng faction by Master Zu?"

Unexpectedly, Li Jingyun was on Shangguan Yu's side at this time.

"Shut up! He is your uncle, and he is also the current head of the Qingcheng faction, what should you be guilty of disrespecting the master. ”

Shangguan Yu said proudly at this time: "What your senior brother said is right, because your head Lu Guisheng has officially given me the position of head of the sect, and from now on I will lead the Qingcheng faction to become the supreme martial arts and become the first in the world." ”

Hearing Shangguan Yu say this, Sun Zhijian looked at him with contempt, and laughed: "Hahaha, you are an outcast who was expelled from the sect by the ancestor and betrayed the sect to join the court, what qualifications do you have to be our head." ”

And the other Qingcheng faction brothers who were tied hand and foot shouted in unison: "Yes, that's right, what qualifications do you have to be our head." ”

And Shangguan Yu smiled grimly at this moment, and said lightly: "Why? Hehe, this question is good, just because I am your senior uncle, just because I saved the lives of your head and saved the lives of all of you, I didn't let those Bloody Cloth Sect disciples who disguised themselves as disciples of the White Lotus Sect really kill you." ”

"What did you say?"

Sun Zhijian asked puzzledly, and Lu Guisheng was walking over with the seven people behind him at this time, these seven people were the Bloody Messenger, Broken Tianya, Wan Yanying, Duan Mingze, Zha Muhe, Mo Heren and Seqis.

"Master, you are still alive! Who are these people?"

At this time, Lu Guisheng had already taken refuge in the imperial court under the brainwashing of his uncle and the blood-clothed messenger.

"They are all members of the Bloody Cloth Sect, in fact, it was not the White Lotus Sect but the Bloody Cloth Sect that ambushed us on Mount Hua that day, in fact, the Bloody Cloth Sect treated our Qingcheng Sect very well, and none of our Qingcheng Sect disciples were killed by them. ”

Hearing Lu Guisheng say this, Sun Zhijian and the other Qingcheng Sect disciples were a little puzzled.

"What are you talking about, if they didn't kill our Qingcheng Sect disciples, then what was lying in these coffins was ......"

Li Jingyun explained at this time: "Don't you think it's strange? If they were really dead, the corpses would have stenched after lying in the coffin for five days, but in fact, they didn't die at all, but were hit, so I deliberately left a small hole on the side of the coffin for them to breathe, and they were just unconscious." ”

After Li Jingyun finished speaking, Wan Yanying and Duan Mingze each took out a bamboo bottle filled with water from their arms, and then poured a little water on the heads of the Qingcheng Sect disciples who were lying in the coffin and faked their deaths.

After a while, those Qingcheng Sect disciples who were lying in the coffin miraculously woke up, and then crawled out of the coffin and felt inexplicable about the unfamiliar environment around them.

"Where is this? Why am I here?"

"Didn't we just go to Huashan? Why did we come here in the blink of an eye, where is this?"

Seeing that the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect who had just woken up were full of doubts, Wan Yanying explained: "You didn't die, but you fainted from the smoke. ”