Righteous Villa, 20 years ago, was established by the eight most prestigious schools in the martial arts, jointly funded, contributed and contributed, and publicly recommended three respected seniors to take care of daily affairs, aiming to eliminate evil, deal with disputes in the rivers and lakes, and maintain peace in the martial arts.

At one time, the three owners of the "Justice Villa", "Zhisuo" Qu Jinhe, "Yinweng" Hu Yindie, and "Yonggong" Guan Yumen, were rumored to be loaned to hold the "Ming Weapon King" martial arts secret weapon competition to collect money, and were manipulated by Shen Zhongxia to become a puppet and a series of scandals.

"Righteous Villa" is located in the border area of Xiaoxiang Province, the north is the "Taoist" holy land "Wudang Mountain", the south is the "Shaolin Temple" of "Wulin Niuer", around Zhuangzi, the jungle is dense, and the terrain is hidden. The main entrance of the villa leads to the official road, which is very flat and lined with tall trees.

On both sides of the gate of the villa, there is a pair of stone lions, and there are eight flags next to the lions, which are embroidered with the words "Shaolin", "Wudang", "Emei", "Kunlun", "Kongtong", "Qingcheng", "Diancang", "Tianshan" and so on, representing the banner of the "Eight Major Schools".

Around the villa, there are young guards standing guard, the guards wear different colors of clothes, wear different weapons, or monk robes and linen shoes, big sleeves fluttering, Zen staff and sword, or Taoist crown Xuanfu, yin and yang fish case, iron sword dust, or strong armor and arrow clothing, soft armor cloud boots, bow and arrow hidden weapons. Obviously, these people were all elite disciples from different sects.

In the two rows on the left and right of the gate, eight middle-aged guards, also dressed differently, but most of them were empty-handed and without blades.

Looking at the hall from the gate, it is obvious to see a tiger skin brocade table in front of the wall of the central hall, one foot in front of the brocade table left and right, and two ordinary brocade tables are placed, and then two brocade tables are placed one foot in front of the two brocade tables, and the brocade table of the whole hall is nine seats, centered on the tiger skin brocade table, and the left and right are in an arc shape.

In addition to the tiger skin brocade table in the middle is empty, the eight ordinary brocade tables around are stacked, each sitting one person, those brocade stools are also made very special, the back of the chair is very high, that is, two tall people among the eight people sit there, from the village gate, there will never be a head.

The young guard standing outside the gate looked at the official road in front of him, and saw a young man in a yellow shirt, slowly riding his horse towards the main gate of the "Justice Villa".

This young man is like jade, born like a pollinator, his lips are painted with Zhu, especially a pair of starry eyes, revealing brilliance, two middle-aged men and women in yellow on the left and right, four sword hilts around their waists, held by the left hand of these four swordsmen, in addition to these four yellow-clothed people, there are more than forty yellow-clothed swordsmen with swords, riding on horses, each on the hilt of the sword, all of them are yellow-colored sword spikes, flying with the wind.

As soon as they saw the formation of the comers, several guards hurriedly said: "Go and tell the three owners, the master of the Ten Thousand Young Alliance has arrived!"

Seeing that the young guard in front of the door was in a panic, the gorgeous and handsome young man smiled slightly, turned over and dismounted, threw the reins to the young guard who greeted him, and walked into the village.

"The young league master has worked hard from afar. The eight middle-aged guards in the door greeted Wan Handsome one after another, and they were very respectful.

Wan Wanjun glanced at it and asked one of the middle-aged nuns, "Senior Sister Jingling, are all the representatives of the eight factions here?"

The middle-aged nun saluted and said: "Back to the master of the Young League, all the representatives of the eight major factions have arrived, just wait for the master of the Young League to come and preside over the overall situation of arresting Shen Zhongxia." ”

Wind eaves walk through the long steps of the corridor, is the hall, the hall is blazing, eight brocade tables are placed with sumptuous wine, the guests on the seat are not small, the expression is also extremely arrogant, there are men and women among the eight people, there are monks and laymen, there are old and young; some people hang a long sword from their waists, some people obliquely wear leather bags, the divine light in their eyes, they are all extremely sufficient, it is obvious that they are all martial arts masters who have been famous for a long time, and the eight people seem to know each other and seem to be strangers, each standing at a table, obviously an important person from different sects.

Under the eaves, in the corridor, there is a small square table, and three disabled elderly people with their legs amputated are sitting around.

An old man with a blonde face, thin and sallow, with a wise bearing, was sitting in a wheelchair; another was a gray-haired old man, with a kind demeanor and kind eyes, and quite the air of an elder; and another with a fierce expression, blue hair like a halberd, and a pair of ringed eyes, looking forward to himself.

Wan Wanjun bowed from afar: "Senior Qu, Senior Hu, Senior Guan, my father is entangled in trivial matters and can't go to the meeting, so I specially ordered the little nephew to come and listen to the call of the three seniors." ”

I only heard the white-haired old man "Silver Weng" Hu Yindie sigh and said: "Wan Zhenyue Wan Daxia is now the leader of the martial arts alliance, and his identity is becoming more and more noble, the three of us are old and immortal, and we are useless, I hope this time I don't let Shen Zhongxia ......" He coughed lightly, kept silent, and the worry between his eyebrows was even heavier.

The blonde old man "Zhisuo" Qu Jinhe smiled and said: "If the master of the Young League can come, it is the same, plus the eight people in the hall, even if Shen Zhongxia has the ability to reach the sky, it is difficult to fly." ”

The old man "Yonggong" Guan Yumen said loudly: "What the eldest brother said is that Shen Zhongxia has killed our three brothers not like people and ghosts, what do you say this time, the young alliance master will also seek justice for our old brothers." ”

Wan Wanjun smiled slightly and said, "Junior, let's go and meet with the eight representatives of the alliance to discuss the plan of hoeing and raping." ”

Don't pass the "three elders of justice" under the corridor, Wan Wanjun went straight into the hall and sat down on the tiger skin brocade seat in the middle at will.

I saw a monk of about forty years old, dressed in a green cloth monk's robe, with a majestic appearance, unsmiling, sitting upright, with his hands hanging down his knees, and his eyes looking straight ahead;

Wan Wan Jun smiled at him, and the monk in green clothes suddenly said in a deep voice: "In this position, only Wan Zhenyue Wan Daxia is qualified to sit, Wan Shaoxia, please respect yourself." ”

Wan Jun was stunned, but a smile instantly appeared on his face, and he said, "Yes." What Master Yuanxin taught was. He turned to the next ordinary brocade and was about to sit down.

Sitting at this table was a beautiful young man with a pearl crown and a beautiful golden sword, and he didn't wait for Wan Wanjun to sit down, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, Ye is not used to sitting at the same table with others." ”

Wan Wan Jun said: "Oh, Ye Shaoxia, you are reckless." He said no more and walked to the third table.

At the third table, there was a beautiful woman who was as white as snow, and when she saw Wan Wanjun coming, she didn't speak, just looked at him coldly, frowned, and Wan Wanjun hurriedly walked away and walked to the fourth table.

At the fourth table, a middle-aged scholar with a hand-cranked golden bone fan, wearing a cyan cowardly shirt, and looking extremely chic, he spread the folding fan in his hand, with a posture of rejecting people thousands of miles away, Wan Wanjun smiled helplessly and turned to the fifth table.

At the fifth table, a scrawny black hairpin man suddenly stood up, spit on every dish in front of him, and sat down without moving, Wan Jun looked at him and smiled slightly, until the sixth table.

The young swordsman at the sixth table, with a tall and thin figure, with a black sheath sword at his waist, looks pretty good, but his eyes are looking at the sky, and the corners of his mouth are sneering, as if he really thinks that there is no more handsome person in the world than him, Wan Wanjun hesitated slightly, and ran to the seventh table.

At the seventh table, I saw an ugly and fat woman who was fat and ugly, with a purple-red sarcoma on her forehead and yellow hair like weeds, who was munching on the case, and the dishes on one table had almost been eaten six or seven out of ten, Wan Wanjun secretly frowned and looked at the eighth table.

At the eighth table was a one-eyed beggar dressed in quail clothes and pockmarked faces, who was looking at him with a smile and greeting: "If the leader of the Ten Thousand Young Alliance doesn't dislike me Huo Yuan fake sloppy, come and sit together." ”

Across the table, Wan Wanjun could already smell the sour smell on Huo Yuan's body, but he didn't hesitate, walked over and sat down, and said with a smile: "Thank you Huo Daxia." ”

The beggar Huo Yuan smirked: "You're welcome, you're welcome, I, Huo Daxia, am the most approachable." ”

I only heard the middle-aged man in white at the third table sneered: "Now the world is really declining, even some cats and dogs call themselves 'heroes', it's so funny!"

The beggar Huo Yuan's fake face turned over, and he smiled cruelly: "Isn't Master Jingyue too fond of me, an old beggar?"

The white-clothed Meini Jingyue Shitai, her eyes were steep and cold, and she took the case: "The surname Huo, making fun of the poor nun, looking for death?!"

The beggar Huo Yuan said viciously to each other: "Could it be that I'm a 'Tianshan Evil Beggar' afraid that you 'Emei Faction' can't succeed!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to turn their faces and make a move, they listened to the weak and beautiful young man at the second table and said: "Senior Uncle Huo and Senior Sister Jingyue, we are here today to discuss getting rid of Shen Rape, but we are not here to see the two of them to stage a full martial arts." ”

The middle-aged scholar in the green shirt at the fourth table also smiled and said: "What Brother Ye Qiubai said is very true, Brother Huo, Senior Sister Jingyue, they have all put away their anger, and the business is important. ”

Master Jingyue sat down with her sleeves brushed her sleeves and snorted coldly: "Poor Ni will give Ye Shaoxia and Zhan Qingshan a face, and then there is an oily tone, and the root of your tongue will be pulled!"

Huo Yuan was already jealous of the "Emei faction" in his heart, so he got off the donkey, laughed twice, and sat back in his place.

The black and thin Taoist at the fifth table spit out thick phlegm and said: "What else is there to discuss, according to my Fu Hongshit, Shen Zhongxia is now a street rat that everyone shouts and beats, and our eight major factions are just beating the water dogs." ”

The obsessive ugly woman at the seventh table chewed braised pork in her mouth, and said in a vague voice: "That old fox in Shen Zhongxia has been hiding from people, and if we want to turn him out, it is more difficult than climbing to the sky." ”

"It's very easy to force Shen Zhongxia out. Wan Jun's fluttering eyes swept over the "Eight Generation", and when everyone focused their attention, he smiled and said, "As long as we catch his precious son, he will naturally come out and appear." ”