"Old Mr. Liu also has the same concerns in his heart, right?" The boy in the plain robe returned to Liu Wei's army, and said unhurriedly: "Otherwise, how can you waste time listening to nonsense." ”

Bai Yun listened to the conversation between the two as if he had fallen into a fog of suspicion, why did this trip to the Muru Temple under the banner of purging the remnants of the Tianlong Society have anything to do with the Wu Wangfu again? And what is the same thing about the eldest prince and the dragon vein lock that the old Confucian Liu Weiji said in his mouth? The beneficiary of the Muru Temple meeting is obviously Liu Weizhi, but the prince of the plain robe said that the old Confucian has become someone else's wedding dress, what does this mean? Could it be that there is a mastermind behind all this? And who is the true identity of Long Haotian, the prince of the plain robe?

All kinds of doubts make the Muru Temple will gradually become clearer and more confused, Bai Yun racked his brains for a long time, and finally figured out a point, that is, why the Muru Temple will be related to Wu Wangfu, Tianlong will take root in the south of the Yangtze River with the help of Wu Wangfu, this Muru Temple will naturally be indispensable to Wu Wangfu's cover, for the ambitious Jiangnan 'emperor' Bai Yun has heard a little, just borrow the Muru Temple will pull out the towering tree of Muru Temple, what is the benefit to Wu Wang?

Tong Qingyao snorted coldly and said, "Master, don't listen to his gossip, he just wants to delay time." ”

Liu Wei waved his hand to the man in the green shirt and high crown, stroked his beard and said: "If you have four or five points of truth, the old man can give you a good time, on the contrary, if you talk nonsense and delay time, you will definitely suffer the pain of a thousand cuts." ”

The plain robe boy grinned, squinted his eyes and said: "There is an old saying that each flower enters its own eyes, and there is some truth in what is said below, and Mr. Liu should understand it." ”

The prince of the plain robe said eloquently: "Mr. Liu has been in seclusion for decades, and at first it was inevitable that he would be suspected of selling his reputation in the eyes of outsiders, but Mr. Liu was clean and self-loving, and he only loved knowledge and not power, and repeatedly pushed the imperial court to announce the will of Mr. to enter Beijing to take up his post, and he became a model respected by Confucian students all over the world, and he can be described as a famous Confucian and Taoist master all over the world. ”

But in my opinion, isn't this a kind of fame and reputation? The boy in the plain robe continued without changing his face: "Da Ye Long Fang sting, Mr. Liu is different from ordinary Confucian students, Mr. Wang's hope is not in the temple world, but in the surging rivers and lakes, but just when Mr. made up his mind to collude with Tianlong and seek the position of the Qingxuan Sword Sect's great master, Mr.'s ambition was exposed, but it is a pity that Mr. chose the right time but chose the wrong person, and it was a fatal mistake to expose his ambition to the wrong person prematurely. ”

The old man in Tsing Yi changed his expression slightly and kept silent.

The prince in the plain robe didn't care about the reaction of this old Confucian who had sharpened his head and was just for the title of head of the house, and continued to say to himself: "King Wu and Tianlong Society, one is a descending evil tiger, the other is a jackal and leopard, how can they tolerate the other evil beast waiting to be fed?"

The old man in Tsing Yi's face sank, and he was no longer as calm and complacent as he was just now.

The young man in the prime robe paused, consciously or unintentionally observed the old Confucian's expression, and said in a tone of voice: "Old Mr. Liu really thinks that King Wu and Tianlong will be able to help you sit in the position of the head of the Qingxuan Sword Sect with all their hearts?" ”

The old man raised his sleeves and tried his best to hide the uneasiness in his heart, and sneered: "Everything is just your imagination and indiscriminate speculation, if they want to be a praying mantis to catch cicadas and yellow finches behind, what good is it to be reasonable? ”

The plain-robed prince was noncommittal, looked down at the elephant fracture fan that was as white as jade, shook his head and said: "Why did the Wu Wangfu let the Tianlong Society take root in the south of the Yangtze River? Why did the Tianlong Society choose the big ship on the cusp of the Wu Wangfu? Isn't it the truth that this world can only be the world of King Wu, and this river and lake can only be the rivers and lakes of the Tianlong Society?"

These words were heartfelt, and the old Confucian was silent immediately after hearing it.

The young man in the plain robe glanced at the old Confucian whose eyes had changed greatly, threw up the folding fan and grabbed it with one hand: "The news of the remnants of the Tianlong Society came from the endless seaside, and the Tianlong Society is willing to eat dumb and lose to block the dirty water for you, doesn't Mr. Liu think that everything is very strange? For the sake of this game, Mr. even did not hesitate to put the Qingxuan Sword that suppressed the demonic spirit of Qingxuan Mountain on the gambling game, but Mr. ignored the fact that the Tianlong Society had taken root and recovered its vitality in the south of the Yangtze River over the years, and was really willing to bet on a Qingxuan Sword Sect whose future has not yet been determined?" All of this is just a foreshadowing set up by the Heavenly Dragon Society, and the Muru Temple Meeting, which Mr. has done his best, is just a game within a game of the Heavenly Dragon Society, and the Heavenly Dragon Society will pretend to block the dirty water for you and even the entire Qingxuan Sword Sect, just to borrow your hand to stir up the five major sects into a mess of porridge, and buy time for the Heavenly Dragon Society to accumulate strength and accumulate strength, that's all. Sir, this game can be said to have lost Mrs. and broken soldiers. ”

"As for why King Wu secretly helped the Qingxuan Sword Sect to wash Muru Temple through the hand of the Tianlong Society, the reason is not difficult to understand, and the current situation of Vientiane Temple adjacent to the hinterland of the south of the Yangtze River is the same reason, King Wu can't tolerate the nail of Muru Temple in his eyes, so he has to borrow the hand of the Qingxuan Sword Sect to pull out this eye-catching nail that pierces the incense all over the world, not only will not dirty his own hands and make Wu Wangfu the target of the public, but also can detain the heinous crime in the hands of the Qingxuan Sword Sect, don't worry about Mr. This evil beast loves its flesh and bones to thrive, killing two birds with one stone. ”

Lao Ru put his hands behind his back and said: "Not to mention whether the Wu Wangfu is involved, the Qingxuan Sword is really in the hands of the Heavenly Dragon Society, how can the Heavenly Dragon Society get away with it?"

The boy in the plain robe smiled faintly, and asked the old man in Tsing Yi and said, "Can the dead talk?"

The old man was dumbfounded.

Tong Qingyao took out his long sword and pointed at the three of them, and said in a deep voice: "Master, we have worked hard to get to this point, success is just around the corner, but we must not listen to that person's nonsense, if the Tianlong Society really wants to calculate, we would have done it a long time ago, why wait until the last step to make a move? He clearly wants to delay time by using the discord strategy, the more he looks at it, the more suspicious it becomes, wait for the apprentice to make a move to prevent future troubles." ”

"Old Mr. Liu already has the answer in his heart?" "I know that I can't escape from Mr.'s palm today, I just want to vomit clean and happy before I die, so that Mr. can see it clearly." ”

"Finished?" the old man was expressionless, but his robe was quietly agitated.

The green shadow swept out, and the surging qi machine exploded and swept through the four fields, and the leaves and dust danced wildly.

This great Confucian in the realm of Taifeng is arrogant.

Hanging stream dozens of zhang looming white rainbow splitting the air, the waterfall that is overflowing against the current floats in the air, the sound of water suddenly stops, after an instant, there is a rumbling sound of water breaking the air, look up, the bright moon is the head of the head, the water of the waterfall of the reverse flow has become a rainbow bridge of silver glaze.

The old man in Tsing Yi had a little hand, and the water of the entire waterfall fell on his head.

With a flick of his fingers, the torrent turned into thousands of glazed long swords, and the dense sword rain spread over the entire mountain forest.

Bai Yun waved his gods, trying to pull away the sword blades that had been turned into torrents, but this one after another of the shining sword light was indestructible although it was water-shaped.

In response, Bai Yun fell to his knees, his arms and head drooped weakly, and countless sword lights cut out many openings in Bai Yun's body.

The overwhelming rain of swords is better than any giant net, and everything has nowhere to hide under the sword net.

Boom, countless branches and leaves were broken by the rain of swords that fell from the burst, and they collapsed with a bang, and the leaves fell one after another.

Regardless of her safety, the woman in purple pounced on the plain-robed boy with her slender body as a wall at the moment when the sword rain fell.

All fall together between the ups and downs of the green sleeves.

The rain of swords dissipated, purple clothes turned into bloody clothes, and beauties became bloody people.

Ziyi's whole body trembled slightly, biting his pale lip and staggering to his feet.

The green shirt and high crown flashed elegantly, and he handed out a sword with a raised hand.

Because of her injuries, Ziyi was defenseless, and the long sword easily pierced her shoulder half an inch.

Ziyi's face was as white as frost and snow, and he said weakly: "Childe, go quickly... ”

A grim smile appeared on the corner of the man in the green shirt, his expression had already covered all the next movements, and the next moment he was about to push the long sword violently, piercing the entire shoulder of the purple cloth.

Ziyi quietly closed his eyes, and crystal beads flowed out of the corners of his eyes, sliding over the beautiful cheeks.

From beginning to end, the cold long sword did not go deeper for half a moment, Ziyi opened his eyes again, and the scene in front of him made this low-ranking maid burst into tears, and she cried into tears in an instant.

A bloody hand grabbed the blade of the sword, and the blood flowed down the wrist into the clean and clean robe, as for the plain robed boy who let the woman in purple desperately protect him, like a straight and tall mountain, standing still in front of the purple robe.

"Childe... You go ... Ziyi had tears in her eyes, and she stretched out her hand with difficulty to push away the plain robe, but at this moment she was extremely weak, and her hand was as weak as mud as soon as she raised it.

The plain robe boy turned his head slowly and smiled faintly: "Silly girl, where is this son willing to leave, besides, my mother will not let me leave you." ”

Tong Qingyao, who had a hideous face, sneered: "The master and servant are in love, isn't it just right to die together?"

Before Tong Qingyao finished speaking, a strange wooden sword with a jet-black body pierced straight through his back, all of which was between the lightning and flint, and even the plain-robed boy was taken aback.

The eyes of the man in the green shirt widened, he couldn't believe that all this had happened, that disciple of the Bun Xia Mountain could still have such combat power after the rain of swords fell in the sky?

Tong Qingyao held her last breath tightly, looked down at the jet-black wooden sword that penetrated from her back and deep into her front abdomen, and after spit out a pool of thick blood from her mouth, her figure fell to the ground crookedly, without a trace of breath.