He Changkong introduced the identities of each person to Qiu Peng on the side, these people were the sect master of the Wan Frustration Sect, Zi Moyi, the sect leader of the Sanskrit Tantric Sect, the sect leader of the Daoyun Sect, and several elders.

Qiu Peng's face was unnatural, and he saluted one by one, and apologized in his mouth: "The kid didn't know that the sect masters were also here just now, and he was talking nonsense here without knowing the height of the sky, it was really a crime that deserved to die!"

He Changkong waved his hand and said: "You might as well do it, after listening to Lord Li's words today, I Crane Changkong saw a glimmer of light in the revival of the four sects and eighteenth streams." If Lord Li really does what he just said, he will be the great benefactor of all the brothers and sisters of the four sects and eighteenth rank in the future. ”

Several other sect masters also nodded.

Qiu Peng looked humble, nodded again and again, but thought in his heart: "This crane Changkong's cultivation skills are far worse than Wen Baoliang, and his own thoughts are exposed at once." That's fine, the rest is to put forward the conditions to your heart's content. ”

Qiu Peng said with some hesitation: "However, to accomplish this, we still need the full support of your sect masters. ”

He Changkong exchanged glances with several other sect masters and said, "No problem, as long as Lord Ye needs it, we will definitely do it." ”

Qiu Peng's eyes flashed with wisdom, he looked around confidently, and said eloquently in a non-questioning tone: "There is an opportunity in front of us now. ”

The Ten Thousand Frustration Sect Master Mo Yi asked anxiously, "What chance?"

Qiu Peng glanced at him, smiled slightly, and said: "For many years, the barbarians of those tribes in the south have been at odds with our four sects and eighteen streams because of the belief in those great gods, and the struggles with our mercenaries have occurred from time to time. ”

"But the Pavilion Master's plan for dealing with such fights is basically to unilaterally suppress our mercenaries, and when Fu Shan was the president, he also killed a lot of our four-rate and eighteenth-rate children because of these things!"

"Exactly. Liuyue, who was carrying the rhyme, clenched his fists tightly and said fiercely: "Fu Shan, this guy only wants to please those high-level disciples, and he is simply not worthy of the children of our four sects and eighteenth ranks! Fortunately, he made a mistake and was dismissed." ”

Qiu Peng shook his hand lightly and said, "Fu Shan's doing this, in addition to his personal reasons, is also inseparable from our Lingyun Pavilion's policy.

"Lingyun Pavilion borders on the two super powerful forces of the Virtual Technology Company and the Super Mercenary Alliance, and the war disasters are continuous, so they can't spare their hands to deal with these southern barbarians, so all along, the policy towards them has been based on Huairou, and dealing with the struggle between the southern barbarians and the local residents of Lingyun Pavilion is also biased towards the southern barbarians. That's why our mercenaries have suffered so many times in battle. ”

Qiu Peng paused for a moment and continued: "However, the day before yesterday, during Ramadan, the southern barbarians launched a riot in Feicheng, and they were suppressed by Song Siming. In this way, our chance has come!"

Qiu Peng said as he observed carefully, and found that the Sanskrit sound of the Sanskrit Tantric Sect showed a clear expression as soon as possible, but he remained silent, and then the crane was in the sky, and the grinding wings of the Ten Thousand Frustration Sect didn't seem to understand until the end, and his mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to ask for an exit.

Qiu Peng smiled slightly and said: "The riot has proved the failure of the Huairou policy, and then what will follow will be the suppression of the southern tribes!"

"At this time, the mercenaries who have always been at odds with these southern barbarians, if they can make a posture of resolute struggle against the southern barbarians and do a few things, then they will definitely get the support of the pavilion master, even if they can't immediately set up a mercenary, the living conditions of our four sects and eighteen streams and the status of the cabinet will be greatly improved!"

All the sect masters nodded thoughtfully and whispered to each other.

Qiu Peng sat there confidently and took a sip of tea gently, believing that the benefits he had shaken out were enough to make these sect masters take refuge in him.

Over there, Wen Baoliang didn't know when, he had already fallen asleep on the back of the chair. Transparent saliva ran down the corners of his mouth, wetting the placket.

When several sect masters saw Wen Baoliang's appearance, they all showed slightly impatient and contemptuous expressions, but Qiu Peng knew that this was just a means for Wen Baoliang to hide his clumsy traces, and he didn't dare to raise the slightest contempt.

After a while, Crane Changkong asked on behalf of all the sect masters, "Lord Li, we think this matter is quite feasible, I don't know what Lord Li wants." ”

"Me?" Qiu Peng touched his nose, smiled bitterly, and said: "Although I have now taken over the position of president of the mercenary union, I am only a shallow learner here, and I have no qualifications or qualifications, so the instructions issued here will not be very effective. ”

"Now the situation in Feicheng is strange and changeable, the younger brother is afraid that he will not be able to control it, and if something goes wrong, I am afraid that not only will the four sects and eighteen-rate Zhongxing not be able to prosper, but the little brother's life will also be put into it. ”

He Changkong discussed a few words with several other sect masters in a low voice, and Qing Shui Chang took everyone's place and said, "After we go back today, we will hold a meeting of the four sects and eighteenth rank sect masters, and order all the four sects and eighteenth rate disciples in the mercenary union to obey Lord Li's orders, if there is any violation, no matter who it is, it will be severely punished!"

As he spoke, He Changkong took out a jade plaque from his arms, handed it to Qiu Peng, and said: "This is my Fengyue Sect Sect Master's letter talisman, seeing this letter talisman, as if the sect master is here in person, you can use this letter talisman to command and dispose of all the disciples of the Wind Moon Sect." ”

Several other sect masters also took out similar tokens and handed them to Qiu Peng.

Qiu Peng suppressed the excitement in his heart, took the tokens one by one, put them away carefully, and said with a solemn face: "Since the sect masters trust Zixuan so much, Zixuan will do his best!"

The sect leader of the Fanmi Sect, Fanyin, laughed, patted Qiu Peng's shoulder affectionately, and said: "Just because Lord Li would rather offend the four major families in the morning, but also maintain the style of my four-rate eighteenth-rate disciples, I am the first to believe you." ”

Qiu Peng was taken aback and said, "You sect masters already know about this morning's incident? This, this"

He Changkong smiled slightly and said: "Is the inheritance of our four sects and eighteenth streams for hundreds of years fake? Not to mention such a loud thing, even what happened in a random corner of Feicheng can also be found out by our four sects and eighteenth streams!"

Qiu Peng's heart moved, and he made an expression of surprise and amazement, nodded again and again, and thought to himself: These four eighteenth-rate and mercenary unions are finally in their own hands!

Qiu Peng discussed with the sect masters, and by the time they had reached a preliminary agreement on how to monitor the southern tribesmen in Feicheng, how to contact them, how Qiu Peng would issue orders, and many other details, it was already close to noon.

After discussing and agreeing, the sect masters had a look of excitement on their faces that could not be concealed, and they took a brisk step and left one after another. Wen Baoliang didn't know if he was awake, his eyes hadn't opened, and he said two vague uh-huh sounds in his mouth, which was considered to be a promise.

The sect masters seemed to be accustomed to seeing Wen Baoliang's old and weak appearance, so they didn't care, and went away.

Qiu Peng stood up respectfully, and was about to say goodbye, when Ah Xiu, who led Qiu Peng into the mansion, trembled and walked in with staggering steps.

Leaning on the back of the chair, Wen Baoliang, who was languishing, suddenly shouted: "Dumb, pour tea!"

Dumbfounded for a moment, he replied in surprise: "Young master, how did you know that there was a guest?"

Qiu Peng stood next to him and smiled secretly, Wen Baoliang is seventy or eighty years old, and there are still people who call him young master, it seems that this dumb man has been a servant in the house since Wen Baoliang was young.

Wen Baoliang opened his eyes slightly, and asked a little impatiently: "Guest, my house used to be full of people, why did I come here again and again today? It's really strange."

What does he do?"

Dumb could hear it clearly, and hurriedly replied: "It seems that he is an egg seller, I told him to leave, and he didn't leave until he saw you, young master." ”

Wen Baoliang nodded and said, "Call him in!"

Dumb answered, and walked out slowly.

After a while, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and there was a dumb panting shout in the distance: "Hey, I said that the egg seller, slow down, slow down, you can't break in this house, let me take you there." ”

The person who was in a hurry had a shrill voice and responded in a voice like a duck: "Uncle, you go slowly." How many times have I been to this mansion, so I don't need you to lead the way yourself!Isn't Lord Wen in the living room?"