Ten Thousand Swords Sect: The Council Palace

At this moment, there were eight people seated in the middle of the temple, one for the first seat, and the other seven for the other seven people. While they were talking softly, a disciple suddenly came to report that the person had come outside the temple, and everyone immediately stopped talking and swept their eyes to the temple door.

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Wu Heng walked in with Rong Rong at the advice of Senior Brother Ye, while Senior Brother Ye stayed outside the hall and waited

After all, it was the first time to experience such a scene, both of them were very nervous, Rong Rong pulled Wu Heng's sleeve tightly and refused to let go, Wu Heng had to pat the back of her hand encouragingly

When he got to the hall, Wu Heng pulled Rong Rong to bow down together:

"Meet the Sect Master, meet the Elders!"

This is what Senior Brother Ye explained to Wu Heng before coming in, saying that it was the etiquette of the sect.

The people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were a little surprised, seeing that this young man was only eleven or twelve years old, and his cultivation had already reached the consummation of the Spirit Realm.

And the concentration he showed at this moment was also quite extraordinary, and he couldn't help but have some appreciation for it, but when he thought of his identity, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh

"No need to be polite, get up!"

Sikong Mingyang raised his empty hand, and seeing that this young man had a bit of courage, he nodded slightly and then said:

"Raise your head!"

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After Wu Heng stood up, he bowed his head and waited for the question, and after hearing the command at this moment, he couldn't help but look at the man in the first seat

I saw that this person was about forty years old, wearing a jade crown and white temples, with a heroic appearance, and a majestic aura of a person who had been in a position for a long time.

"Are you waiting for the survivors of Qingniu Village?"

Sikong Mingyang saw that this young man was not afraid of his majesty, and he looked at himself seriously, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a faint smile......

"Yes......"

It turned out that the village where he lived was called Qingniu Village......

Wu Heng retracted his gaze, and his emotions began to feel a little lost.

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"You tell me the details of what happened, and I will consider it at our discretion to see if it can help you!"

Sikong Mingyang thought for a moment and said seriously.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Heng slowly narrated what had happened......

Wu Heng said very slowly, when he talked about the tragic death of his mother and the villagers, and when he talked about the unfortunate fall of the master in order to resist the wicked, his tears could no longer be controlled......

After hearing what Wu Heng said, some of the people present shook their heads and sighed, some frowned and pondered, and the two of them slapped the table and stood up angrily when they heard that Cao Jince was sucking the blood of mortals

And when Rong Rong heard Wu Heng talk about those sad memories again, she couldn't help crying in the hall.

At this time, the two beautiful women sitting on the right glanced at each other, and immediately got up at the same time and walked in front of Rong Rong and comforted them softly

"You are the daughter of Yan'er's nephew, right? You are so beautiful, but you have a motherly style! Don't be sad, you will follow me in the future, I will be your relative!"

Tang Ru hugged Rong Rong in her arms and comforted her softly, kept patting her back and spoke first, and the other beautiful woman who was with Tang Ru also kept comforting Rong Rong.

Perhaps as mothers, they have a certain sense of security towards Rong Rong, and the sobbing Rong Rong gradually quieted down in Tang Ru's arms......

Sikong Mingyang waved his big hand and motioned for the second daughter to take Rong Rong to leave first, and when he saw the young man in this hall looking at the figure of the little girl leaving and wanted to stop talking, he smiled faintly and said:

"You don't have to worry, the two real people are the sect masters of my sect, and your junior sister is taken care of by the two of them, it's the best!"

Although Wu Heng was still not very relieved, there was no better way at this time, so he had to nod and agree.

"I just heard what you said, that demon Dao demon died violently because he was hit hard first, and finally because he was attacked by sucking too much essence blood, but like this?"

Sikong Mingyang asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Yes!"

Wu Heng was a little weak-hearted, although the demon's death was obviously related to him, he still remembered Aunt Lu's words and concealed the facts.

However, it is true that Cao Jince died violently due to the backlash of essence and blood, so although Wu Heng was a little weak-hearted, his answer was categorical, and people could not see a trace of lying.

When everyone heard Wu Heng's answer, they couldn't help but whisper eagerly, and even Sikong Mingyue was a little puzzled.

Seeing that the young man didn't seem to be lying, Sikong Mingyang didn't think deeply, he waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then asked Wu Heng:

"Are you willing to worship under my Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

In fact, Wu Heng had already guessed that his master should have been a member of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but he didn't know what caused him to leave the sect, but his extraordinary skills came from this Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Now that he is homeless, it seems that Rong Rong should be left here, so he has no choice but to accompany Rong Rong.

So Wu Heng bowed down again and said respectfully:

"Disciple, willing!"

Sikong Mingyang nodded with satisfaction, and after signaling Wu Heng to get up, he looked around again, pointed at Wu Heng and asked lightly:

"Which elder would take him under his wing?"

In addition to the two beautiful women who had just left, and Sikong Mingyang, who was questioning, there were five people left.

Among the five people, only the white-haired old man in the last seat did not say a word from beginning to end, and the other four exchanged glances with each other after hearing Sikong Mingyue's inquiry, and they were all silent......

Sikong Mingyang coughed, relieving the embarrassing atmosphere, he looked at the white-haired old man in the last seat, and said:

"Elder Deng, since this son is Xiao Qinghe's disciple, he also has some affection for you, so you can include him in the door!"

Sikong Mingyang bit Xiao Qinghe's name very hard, as if to remind the old man......

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"Under the command!"

The white-haired old man stood up, clasped his hands into fists and saluted Sikong Mingyue, and then said:

"Returning to the deputy sect master, if there is nothing else, I will leave here!"

This Elder Deng didn't say a word from beginning to end, and now his tone was not good as soon as he opened his mouth, and anyone could see it, and his face became very ugly at this time.

Sikong Mingyang also understood the old man's mood, and did not bother with him, and waved his hand to signal him to leave......

The white-haired old man waved his sleeves, snorted heavily, and strode away, ignoring Wu Heng, who was still standing in the hall.

At this moment, Wu Heng's embarrassed pestle was in the hall, at a loss......

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"Go ahead!"

Sikong Mingyang waved his hand to Wu Heng and motioned for him to leave, which could be regarded as helping him out of the siege.

After the two left, a red-haired old man in the hall finally couldn't help but jump up, and said in a weird way:

"This old guy taught a good apprentice, first abducted someone else's proud disciple, and then caused him to lose his life, not to mention, now he still wants us to help him take in his apprentice?

Besides, that kid looks like he is full of demons and has lost his essence and blood, maybe what else can he achieve in the future?"

The red-haired old man's words were impassioned and heartbroken, as if the abducted man was his disciple.

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"Elder Sun said carefully! Regarding the death of the female disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect, remember not to spread it in the sect, otherwise the door rules will punish you!"

Sikong Mingyang said with some sternness, and even his voice carried a certain momentum.

"Obey the decree of the Deputy Sect Master!"

Everyone was shocked and shuddered, and hurriedly clasped their fists and saluted.

"Okay, let's put this thing aside!"

Sikong Mingyang regained his calm tone, looked at a man about fifty years old on his left side, with a gloomy face, and asked:

"Elder Ouyang, what do you think about what that young man said?"