On the same day, the Jiang family suddenly visited several masters with extraordinary bearing.

In the palace, in a dungeon, two old men who were as dry and thin as human skin quietly opened their eyes, looked forward thoughtfully, for a long time, and slowly closed their eyes, as if they were extinct.

"It's been a long time since I've seen so many juniors come to the capital, it seems that something interesting will happen. ”

"Well, interesting. ”

.....

Drops of water trickled down from the cracks in the stone overhead, echoing in the dark dungeon for a long time.

"Everyone, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to go to the appointment, Jiang is really not grateful. Feng Yinghan held a celadon teacup and said to a few people in front of him with shame on his face.

Under him, sat four middle-aged people with calm breaths. They are Lu Huaining, the head of the Kongtong faction, Luo Chengyan, the head of the Hengshan faction, the Shuiyue master of the Emei faction, and the empty master of Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha, junior brother, in the early years, I asked you to send a few sons to Shaolin to learn art, but you insisted on refusing. Now it has caused such a disaster....... "Kong Wen is the current abbot of Shaolin and Feng Yinghan's senior brother. His temples are white, his eyebrows are kind, and he gives people a very intimate feeling.

"At this point, it's useless to say more. In the future, if there are disciples with treacherous intentions, it is good to have a lesson from the past to make a comparison. Lu Huaining, the head of the Kongtong faction, retorted coldly.

More than a dozen disciples of the Kongtong Sect died tragically in Qiancheng, and he couldn't swallow this breath no matter what.

"What Brother Lu said is extremely true, it is all because he has no way to teach his son, so he has done such a humiliating wrong thing. Inviting everyone to come is to give justice to Junjie who was killed in the martial arts. Feng Yinghan glanced at Lu Huaining's sunken side face, and kept sneering in his heart.

"This matter has little to do with Brother Jiang, the so-called Tiangao Emperor is far away, Jiang Ming is in Qiancheng, thousands of miles away from the capital, and it is understandable that he has taken a crooked road. Lu Huaining realized that what he said just now was a bit excessive, and hurriedly slowed down his tone.

"I don't know what my junior brother is going to do with Jiang Ming? I heard that just a few days ago, he had a competition with General Cheng Yan of the imperial court, and his body was highly poisonous, and his cultivation was completely lost, and he had no ten years to live. "Master Kongwen does not call me a poor monk, but calls me like ordinary people.

When he mentioned this matter at this time, the meaning of protecting Jiang Ming was self-evident.

Lu Huaining and the others looked slightly awe-inspiring, Jiang Kun learned from Shaolin, and heard that this old bald donkey was a good person. They had also heard about Jiang Ming's affairs, but when they heard the meaning of the monk, did they want to say that Jiang Ming had already been punished as he deserved, and they didn't plan to pursue it?

"The blood debt should be paid by the blood. Feng Yinghan's calm answer immediately dispelled the dissatisfaction in the hearts of Lu Huaining and the others.

Master Kongwen sighed, he knew the temperament of his junior brother, and said that since his junior brother had made a decision, as an outsider, it was inconvenient for him to chew the root of his tongue more.

"In order not to delay your precious time, tomorrow at noon, in the Xuanwumen campus, waiting for the big fight of all factions. He bowed deeply to the four of them, and Feng Yinghan said softly.

"Definitely. ”

"Be on time. ”

........

Several of them were talking friends, ending this heavier topic. They each talked about some interesting anecdotes that happened in their own faction or in the martial arts.

"I heard that I have a nephew who has a deep relationship with the Buddha, and he was selected as a Buddha in his early twenties. Tomorrow, I really want to meet him. Feng Yinghan took a sip of tea and asked suddenly. Shaolin's Buddha Zi Wuxin has been in the limelight for a while recently, and even faintly suppressed Jiang Ming's head, to be honest, if he could, he really wanted to slap him in the cradle.

"Isn't it, some time ago, in the same Qiancheng, I defeated the young masters of the corpse chaser faction and the blood refining hall with the power of one person. In the heavenly list, the ranking soared to the top ten. The Water Moon Master of the Emei faction said with a faint smile.

Master Shuiyue looked to be in her early thirties, but her actual age was already in her fifties. She is very well maintained, the skin on her face is still very tight, and if you don't look carefully, you can't tell that she is an old woman who is nearly half a hundred years old.

"I didn't want to meditate in the temple, and I didn't come here with me. Shaolin and Emei have never dealt with each other, Kong Wen directly ignored the Water Moon Master's mocking words, and said to Feng Yinghan with a flat face.

"That's a pity. Feng Yinghan really felt a pity. Strangling the genius of the righteous path, to him, is much more interesting than mutilating fellow demons.

Master Kongwen didn't hear the meaning of his words, just smiled and didn't answer.

A few people chatted, but they didn't realize that it was already the beginning of the lights.

After dinner in Jiang's Mansion, the four heads of the house went back to their residences and waited for the next day.

At this time, the main lord of the whirlpool, Jiang Ming, was entering his doppelganger Wen Wan and having dinner with Hongzhi, the fourth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty who was imprisoned in disguise.

Although he was placed under house arrest in disguise, Hongji's standard of living did not decline.

For just one dinner, dozens of cooks from all over the Central Plains were mobilized to make a table full of appetizing delicacies.

"Let's eat. Hongji looked at Jiang Ming gently and said softly.

His skin was very white, like most of the literati of the Southern Song Dynasty, but because of his white skin, his handsome features looked very distinct, especially his lips, which were almost as rosy as rouge. But though he was beautiful, he was not feminine at all, and his eyes, in particular, looked both intelligent and proud.

When Jiang Ming's eyes came into contact with Hongji, he couldn't help but feel shocked. Dressed in green clothes, with shaved eyebrows, a high nose bridge, thin but tight lips, and a pair of dark and deep eyes, he has a cool atmosphere hidden in the city.

"Sure enough, I didn't misread you. Jiang Ming thought to himself.

Hongji is the person he is looking for, ambitious and forbearing. From the fact that he and Wen Wan got together when they first met, this person is still very unscrupulous.

Wen Wan represents the faction of the former scholars, and with her support, it will be much easier to re-twist the rope.

"I .........." Jiang Ming wanted to speak and stopped, and the big pig's trotters in his hand couldn't help but put it down, and sighed lightly.

"Wan'er, is there anything on your mind?" Hongji asked softly when he saw that her expression was wrong.

"I suddenly remembered my dad. Jiang Ming wanted to cry, vividly expressing the grief of a weak woman who lost her father.

Jiang Ming deliberately mentioned the former scholar in order to expose his scars in front of Hongji. As long as Hongzhi has the heart to fight for the throne again, he will definitely reveal the plan and inventory in his heart.

When the time comes, if he guides him a little, no matter how careful and shrewd Hongji is, he is afraid that he will fall into this tempting trap.

Hongzhi shook his head and replied softly: "The deceased has passed away, please mourn." ”

"........" Jiang Ming.