This man is accustomed to being a slave, walking habitually hunched over, and with a lewd smile on his face. Many people who didn't recognize Nangong Jun were suddenly a little disdainful. Some even laughed quietly, it turned out that the eldest son of the Nangong family was like this?

Qiao Jiulang had never seen such a big scene, he was really at a loss, and he was almost about to turn into a crutch. He walked to the rostrum and sat down, and did not forget to greet Liu Dongquan and Elder Mo.

But in front of the public, it is not easy to meet and discuss, Qiao Jiulang has a belly of words, but he can't say it.

It turned out that when Qiao Jiulang went to invite Nangong Jun, it was still Liang Xiaoya who went out to see him, and said very "ambiguously": "The eldest prince worked too hard last night, and he wants to sleep at this time." You go to the top first, and when the eldest prince wakes up, he will naturally come to the conference. ”

Qiao Jiulang was very helpless. He knew the importance of this martial arts conference, so he had to come in place of Nangong Jun, but he hoped that Nangong Jun would get up quickly and rescue him from this desperate rostrum.

There was only one last seat left on the podium, and everyone knew who was sitting there. However, Elder Liu Dongquan Mo knew that no one would sit on that main seat today. The pure phase should still be in the meditation room now, and I can't see guests when I'm sick!

At present, Nangong Jun did not appear, Qiao Jiulang was a subordinate, and he could not be on the stage, and the original plan of Nangong Jun to preside over the conference needed to be changed. Elder Liu Dongquan and Elder Mo exchanged a look, tacitly - now only Liu Dongquan can preside.

Liu Dongquan was just about to speak, when he suddenly heard the guest monk suddenly shout again: "Shaolin Abbot Jingxiang Zen Master has arrived——"

Elder Mo's face changed, Huo Ran turned his head and glared at the guest monk. He had clearly explained in advance that the abbot would not come, so there was no need to shout this time.

Who knew that the guest monk completely ignored Elder Mo's angry gaze and stood tall. As soon as he shouted, Jingxiang was dressed in a brand-new robe, smiling, and slowly walked into people's sight.

As the abbot of Shaolin, he has been kind to people for many years and has a good reputation in the rivers and lakes. Everyone greeted Jingxiang one after another, and Jingxiang also smiled back.

There were five or six hundred people in the whole square. Only Elder Liu Dongquan and Mo had ugly faces, so they were not embarrassed. Even if you are a fool, you realize that something is wrong at this time. Liu Dongquan glanced at his own spies in the crowd. The man understood and slipped out quietly.

Chen Ao saw all this in his eyes, and couldn't help but sneer secretly, thinking, hum, check it. Lao Tzu has already made complete preparations, and you are only now reacting, but it is too late!

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he saw the spy of the Imperial City Division leave in a hurry. Soon, another capable man followed.

Chen Ao knew that this was Zhao Ling's subordinate. Chen Ao and Zhao Ling both knew that the Imperial City Division was powerful, and those spies were pervasive and annoying. As soon as Liu Dongquan came to Shaolin Temple, he scattered his hands and secretly monitored everyone. Even Zhao Ling's people couldn't find out all these people. Now that they have exposed themselves, how can they not take the opportunity to keep an eye on the truth?

Jingxiang slowly walked to his seat, greeted several respected leaders on the stage, and glanced at Elder Mo and Liu Dongquan intentionally or unintentionally.

Elder Mo suddenly felt his heart tremble. He knew how Nangong Jun and the others dealt with Jingxiang, and if this Jingxiang wanted to take such a breath, he was afraid that he would also have to suffer.

However, Jingxiang didn't show any unusual looks, smiled faintly, and said: "Fellow martial artists, everyone gathers in Shaolin today to participate in the grand event, which is really a major event in the martial arts......"

As soon as he spoke, the group fell silent. After a while, everyone was not interested, they just cared about what this martial arts conference meant.

However, Jingxiang did not get straight to the point, but chattered and said a lot, first counting the things that Shaolin has made good relations with over the years, and then said that today's peaceful and prosperous world is the blessing of the people. A hammer in the east and a stick in the west made most of the people in the audience a little confused.

And Chen Ao sat at the edge of the rostrum, but he knew it. These words are not what he asks Jingxiang to say, but Jingxiang's own opinion. Jingxiang said this, just to let everyone understand that his Shaolin Temple was unwilling to be involved in martial arts battles. At the same time, he vaguely patted the sycophants of the imperial court, even if it was the sycophants of the four major families.

"What an old slippery head. Chen Ao couldn't help but laugh and scolded.

Jingxiang talked for a long time, but everyone was still confused, so they began to discuss. What's more, he asked directly and loudly: "Old abbot, you can say a few words." Summoning us here today, is it possible to eat a few meals for you? My old man has no wine or meat, but he will be uncomfortable. If you don't make a clear statement, I'll be gone!"

As soon as the words fell, the people next to him suddenly burst into laughter. Jingxiang also felt a little embarrassed. He didn't want to say this nonsense, but for the sake of the overall situation of Shaolin Temple, he had to say it.

Beforehand, he had already had a secret meeting with Chen Ao and Zhao Ling Jingchen, and he had made some guesses about the purpose of Nangong Jun and others holding this martial arts conference. The four major families want to rely on the power of the imperial court to control the rivers and lakes, which is Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone knows it. But there are thousands of ways to control it.

The simplest is to directly kill all the people who refuse to attach to the four major families, and they will be a hundred. But this is bound to set off a bloody storm. Are the four major families capable of fighting to the death with tens of millions of martial arts people? Therefore, this martial arts conference will obviously not be a slaughtering conference.

The second possibility is to use this conference to sit down and talk about the conditions. As long as the price offered by the four major families is appropriate, presumably most people will not go against the four major families. In this way, the martial arts conference has become a business and a business. This method can be regarded as a good way to peacefully resolve many martial arts disputes. But then again, the dignified Song Dynasty court, the co-ruler of the world, will allow the four major families to negotiate conditions with a group of rivers and lakes?

As for the third hypothesis, the possibilities are much higher. That is, the four major families want to establish a martial arts alliance, choose one of their people to be the leader of the martial arts alliance, and use this method to restrain various sects. It's the most straightforward, simplest, least costly, and tried and tested method. Of course, this approach has its flaws. Just like maybe this martial arts alliance leader will also be like the United Nations, nominally the supreme leader of the entire martial arts, but in fact he can't control the various sects.

After discussion, several people felt that Nangong Jun might have won this idea. As for who will be the leader of the martial arts alliance, maybe it is Nangong Jun himself, maybe it is an old man with strong martial arts and high morality among the four major families, or it may be a gang attached to the imperial court in the rivers and lakes.

Jingxiang is well aware of these situations in his heart, but he can't say anything about his suffering. Now he was roasted on a fire. He wished he could say it directly now, this conference is not open, everyone pack up and go down the mountain.

But if you say this, you will inevitably offend Nangong Jun. But if you directly say that you want to elect a martial arts alliance leader, it will inevitably make everyone suspicious, wondering if Shaolin Temple wants to compete for the title of the first in the world.

Just because of this contradiction in his heart, Jingxiang had no choice but to talk about him left and right, and picked up some irrelevant scenes and talked for a long time. After listening to it for a long time, the big guys also began to get impatient, drinking water and chatting, going their own way, and the whole square suddenly became lively again.

Seeing this, Elder Mo couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Today, it should have been Nangong Jun presiding, and the election of the leader of the martial arts alliance could be easily said. But why hasn't Nangong Jun appeared yet? If he doesn't appear again, this conference won't be able to go on. Elder Mo was so anxious that he couldn't care about the steps planned in advance, and suddenly glanced to the side.

An old man sitting beside him nodded slightly, laughed softly, swept the dust in his hand, and said, "Master Abbot is extremely kind. My martial arts colleagues are all united, and everyone lives in harmony, which will inevitably become more and more prosperous. Merely...... Poor Dao has a concern. As the saying goes, there are no rules. The hearts of the people on the rivers and lakes are different, and the disputes are constant. I'm afraid it's not so easy to really do what the master said!"

When Chen Ao heard this, he looked sideways at the past, and suddenly thought, it turned out to be him!