Everyone owes me a favor

At this time, Feihuamen, Qingshuangmen, and Baishengmen have been resisting for a long time at the junction of the three gates of Jianchuan.

The three disciples stared at each other, as if they had some deep hatred for each other.

In contrast, the three in charge standing at the front at least maintained the dignity that the in charge should have.

...for the time being.

Hua Ruohong, the head of the Feihua Sect, should have been a very handsome man, if it wasn't for the blush on his face that couldn't go away due to years of drinking, he would have been more suave: "I have told you many times, Yan Zhang, you It was a big misunderstanding. This time I waited to enter the boundary of Qingshuangmen, just in case, why should I go to war like this?"

"It's not the old man who is the first to go to war."

Yan Wufu, head of the Qingshuang Sect, is a skinny, 50-[-]-year-old man, with slightly sunken cheeks and a pair of goatees, making him look more like a rural old man who spends his free time meeting people. Teaching in a private school in a mountain village, he is the kind of teacher that students fear most.

He tapped the ground twice with his crutches: "Bringing so many disciples and grandchildren here, if you know, it is Feihuamen who want to investigate the case of abandoned corpses; if you don't know, you think Feihuamen is here to recognize the ancestors and return to the clan."

Apparently, this old gentleman has a serious appearance, and his tongue is very poisonous.

Hua Ruohong's face turned pale for a moment, his lips twitched, and he wanted to retort, but he held back and forced himself to be graceful: "Strictly in charge, that's not what he said. That little Taoist died here..."

He pointed to one side of the rock, and there were large black spots on it.

If you don't look carefully, it's hard to see that there was a young life lying here, the blood was slowly draining, and the death was not in peace.

"Jianchuan takes advantage of natural dangers and never allows outsiders to come in or out. This dead body lying here is a strange thing. The person who killed was not a disciple of Chuanzhong, and he has nothing to do with it." Hua Ruohong pointed to the outside of Sichuan, " Our three families made an appointment after discovering the corpse, to seal off Jianchuan, prohibit the disciples from going out, and investigate the matter carefully, but I don’t know why Master Yan let the disciples out of Sichuan?”

Yan Wufu said: "Because more than a thousand disciples under my seat are innocent, and that disciple received a letter saying that his father is critically ill and needs to go home to take care of him. Feihuamen is willing to let the disciples go to prison collectively, I have nothing to do with it, but I don't allow my disciples not to see daddy for the last time."

Hua Ruohong smiled but didn't smile: "'Innocence'? Is Yan Zhang exaggerating the truth? You know, you know people and faces but don't know your heart."

Yan Wufu raised his crutches and pointed at the disciples of Qingshuangmen behind him: "If you point at any disciple of Qingshuangmen, I will be able to tell his name, hometown, and the level of cultivation; Disciple, can you say it? 'Know people, know face but not heart'? Hua family child, you should learn 'know people' first, and then teach me how to 'know people'!"

Hua Ruohong really couldn't hold back his face now: "Strictly in charge, speak politely! I am a few years younger than you, but I am the head of the Feihua sect after all! In terms of seniority, I am also on the same level as you! "

"Ha, Hua family child, you are usually fearful of internal affairs, drinking and singing, enjoying yourself, and leaving all the affairs of the Hua family to your wife. At this time, remember to play with you. The disciples and grandchildren who don’t even recognize each other, come to find the old man to recognize the father?!”

Now, even Mrs. Zhu, who was by Hua Ruohong's side, couldn't bear this kind of humiliation anymore, and said coquettishly: "Strictly in charge, my husband and I respect your seniority, please show some kindness! "

Yan Wufu sneered again and again: "The word 'virtue' comes from your husband and wife's mouth, it's really ridiculous!"

Hua Ruohong suppressed his anger: "What is the meaning of this? Don't be vague! Say it if you have the ability!"

Unexpectedly, Yan Wufu really didn't want to save face, he held his staff and laughed loudly: "If there are virtuous people in the world, they will abandon their wives and abuse their eldest son. I would rather have no virtue in the world."

When Hua Ruohong's eyes were about to burst, Madam Zhu, who was affected by the impact, raised her eyebrows, turned to the other side, and scolded a young woman in purple clothes and tied hair: "Ming Dynasty, what are you doing here?! You are talking!" !"

"As I said, the purpose of coming here is to mediate in the middle, that is, to mediate in the middle." Zhu Mingchao, the current head of Baishengmen, looks similar to Mrs. Zhu Xingxing, who is married to Hua Ruohong, but has a completely different temperament. She raised her head politely. The lips and the light in the eyes are faint, "I don't care about the useless things you are arguing about."

Yan Wufu sneered coldly: "I'm afraid I'm sitting on a mountain and watching tigers fight."

Zhu Mingchao pretended not to hear, the arc of his mouth remained unchanged.

But Zhu Mingchao's words reminded Hua Ruohong of the reason for his trip.

He tried his best to suppress his anger, and said: "It's still the same sentence, knowing people...not knowing the heart. No matter how gaudy Zhang Zhangshi said, you opened your mouth and sent your disciple out, in case that disciple killed you How are you going to be responsible if you take this opportunity to escape? Or is it because you deliberately cover up and let him go out?"

"So?" Yan Wufu knocked on the rock, "You're going to openly bring your disciples to harass my Qingshuangmen?"

"As I said just now, this is a helpless move just in case. Who told Qingshuangmen to break the rules first and let the disciples go out?" Hua Ruohong's speech speed has accelerated a lot, as if he was very angry "Sooner or later, the special envoys of the three sects will come to Jianchuan to investigate the truth about the disciple's sudden death here. In order to prevent the Qingshuang sect from letting the disciple go out again, the Feihua sect has no choice but to join forces with the Baisheng sect and temporarily surround the Qingshuang sect..."

Zhu Mingchao, who had been watching the battle with his arms folded since just now, said at this moment: "Flowers are in charge, stop gossiping."

Hua Ruohong didn't expect that his smooth talk would be interrupted by his wife and sister, so he frowned and tried to make friends with Zhu Mingchao: "Little sister, we are a family..."

Zhu Mingchao interrupted him again: "Master Hua, I am not my elder sister. If she marries into your Feihuamen, she is a member of Feihuamen. Whatever the position of Baishengmen, I ask my sister and Mr. Hua not to meddle too much."

Mrs. Zhu was very displeased with her younger sister's behavior, and said sharply: "Zhu Mingchao!"

"Zhu Mingxing." Zhu Mingchao looked at his biological sister coldly, "Please don't forget, I am the head of Baishengmen, and you are the wife of Feihuamen. Don't confuse your identities in official business."

After turning his sister to his knees with anger, Zhu Mingchao turned to Yan Wufu again, and bowed his hands respectfully: "Master Yan, I know that you are doing this for the sake of your own disciples, but there is something wrong with this fact. Today between our two families I came to Wei, just to ask you to give an explanation: If it is really your disciple who killed and abandoned the body, and then fled with the letter, how is Yan Zhang going to take responsibility?"

"You little girl's words are pleasant to the ear, but it's a pity, but your intentions are very poisonous." Yan Wufu didn't accept the move, "Tell me, how do you want this old man to be responsible?"

Before Zhu Mingchao could open his mouth, Hua Ruohong who was beside him blurted out without blinking his eyes, "Apologize for this, take your disciples and leave Jianchuan!"

Zhu Mingchao's wonderful eyes sank, looking at Hua Ruohong as if looking at a beautiful but useless waste.

Yan Wufu clapped his palms and laughed loudly: "Refreshing! There is a saying from the ancestors that people come out of the river, swords come out of the river, and sword formulas don't come out of the river. If my Qingshuangmen is swept out, I must keep the Qingshuang sword formula and heart formula left by the ancestor. You Baishengmen think that your own swordsmanship is so advanced that it is difficult to achieve results, so you want to take this opportunity to steal my Qingshuang swordsmanship?"

Here, Hua Ruohong's second son, Hua Biefeng, couldn't hold back anymore, and stepped forward: "Senior Yan, you are too harsh. My father has long advocated that our three families in Jianchuan are originally one, and each of them The families exchange what they need, exchange sword formulas and heart formulas, so as to promote common progress, but you stick to the rules and don't give them life or death, it's too stingy!"

Yan Wufu listened carefully: "Which kid is this, who farts so loudly in public?"

Hua Biefeng suddenly changed color: "Old man, you..."

Before Mrs. Zhu could pull his reckless son back, Yan Wufu laughed and said, "Little bastard, you should save your aggressive skills for your future granddaughter! It's a long time ago, even before you were born! Don't think I don't know, your father married your mother because he wanted Baisheng swordsmanship? But Baishengmen is also guarding against you. If you don't teach your eldest daughter a little swordsmanship, You only asked the youngest daughter to study the essence of Baisheng swordsmanship, and you all rushed to welcome the eldest daughter back, thinking that Baisheng swordsmanship was at your fingertips, but what happened?! The bamboo basket fetched water in vain! He was taken advantage of by Baishengmen! Dare I ask, is this Feihuamen surnamed Hua or Zhu?!"

As he said this, Yan Wufu stopped laughing, held a cane in his hand, and slammed the ground a few times: "The ancestors left three sets of sword formulas, which are based on the characteristics of the ancestors of the three families who practiced swords! Yu Sheng The sword technique is complicated and beautiful, difficult to practice, but extremely powerful; the Qingshuang sword technique is simple and pure, easy to learn, but its power is second; the flying flower sword is light and elegant, not difficult to practice, but its power is relatively weak."

Yan Wufu's stature is not high, but he is full of confidence, his voice is like a bell, and the eardrums of the disciples who are close to him are not enough, and their eardrums are buzzing: "If you encounter foreign aggression, such as the demons more than [-] years ago. In the matter of invading the righteousness, the cooperation of the three families can completely keep the peace of Jianchuan. Why do you all look like black-eyed chickens and insist on snatching other swordsmanship?"

He knocked on the ground with his cane suddenly: "Oh, could it be that Qingshuang swordsmanship is the easiest way to get started? My sect has more than a thousand disciples, Feihua sect has less than 800 disciples, and Baisheng sect has only [-] disciples left. The old man? I thought that after I became stronger in Qingshuangmen, I would strike first, rob you of your sword skills, and drive you out of the river, so you want to drive me out of the river with the excuse that there are more dead people in Jianchuan?!"

Yan Wufu's words were so cruel that even the disciples of Feihua Sect and Baisheng Sect looked at each other in blank dismay.

They are all fresh-blooded young people. They have been trapped in Jianchuan for the past few days, unable to go anywhere. Dissatisfied, they thought it was the vicious but protective old Yantou of Qingshuangmen who shielded his disciples and allowed the murderer to escape from Jianchuan, so they all came to ask for an explanation filled with righteous indignation.

As a result, the direction of the dispute's development was not at all what they expected.

Zhu Mingchao, Zhu Zhangshi, has excellent self-cultivation. Facing such critical remarks, he would not answer the question instead: "It's fine to be strict in charge as long as you don't know how to do it."

This was said lightly and cleverly, but it aroused everyone's suspicion again:

Yan Wufu is speaking righteously now, but who knows what will happen if the Cyan Frost Gate is allowed to grow like this?

Jianchuan is a treasure land where great powers once ascended, and it is surrounded by a spiritual pool like "Sinking Water". Who doesn't want to monopolize the gathering of spiritual energy?

The number of disciples is less than that of Qingshuangmen, and they are overwhelmed by Qingshuangmen everywhere. Feihuamen and Baishengmen are not without the idea of ​​leaving, but the trend of cultivating Taoism is prevalent in the world, and the sects do not care about good or bad. They always occupy the top of the mountain first. Comparing and comparing, there is no fairy mountain and blessed land that can compare with even half of Jianchuan.

Everyone was reluctant to leave, but they didn't want to sit back and watch the Qingshuangmen grow up and threaten themselves, so they could only use some tricks secretly.

The appearance of this corpse gave them the best excuse to riot.

Seeing that his aunt Zhu Mingchao's words aroused the fear of the disciples towards the Qingshuangmen, Hua Biefeng's confidence was greatly boosted, and he immediately snatched the answer: "Senior Zhaoyan said that the three schools of swordsmanship have their own strengths, so we simply shared them. Xi, isn't it better?"

When Zhu Mingchao closed his eyes, he didn't even want to look at this nephew who was as stupid as his father.

Sure enough, Yan Wufu sneered: "You idiot, can't you see that the three swordsmanship of Baisheng, Qingshuang, and Feihua are all extremely dependent on the mental method, and the three mental methods are contradictory and difficult to coexist? As long as you have practiced the same, You can't learn any other swordsmanship unless you waste your skills and learn it again!"

"The ancestor practiced three sword techniques at the same time!"

Yan Wufu scolded: "That's the ancestor, what are you?! There may not be one person with such aptitude in tens of millions of people. Holding extra sword formulas in his hand is just too tempting. What a shame! Chicken use! If you practice rashly, once the meridians go retrograde, are you going to pay for your life?"

Hua Biefeng, who was scolded bloody, almost vomited blood, and couldn't find the words to reply. When he was trembling all over, he suddenly heard the old man yell at the northwest: "Who?!"

The bell-like voice shook dozens of birds into the air.

...someone? !

The next moment, the bushes on the edge of the short cliff swayed, and a face really poked out.

It was a young man with the appearance of a fairy.

It's just that when he opened his mouth, there was no fairy in his lazy tone: "Are you two finished arguing, or are you ready to fight?"

Hua Biefeng was furious: "Where did the outsider come from?"

The young man climbed over the bushes, his legs were hanging down the cliff, and he was amazed: "You are attacking each other here, but you still care about outsiders? No one is guarding the bridge, so we came here."

... "men"?He has an accomplice? !

Hua Biefeng drew out his sword, and asked sharply, "You are the murderer, right?!"

With two swords on his back, the young man held his chin against the more than [-] disciples who were about to draw swords, and said, "If I were a murderer, what would you do? Would you kill yourself with the fire stick in your hand?"

Hua Biefeng was being sarcastically and insidiously stabbed one after another today, so he was not willing to give up, and said angrily: "Where is the disciple of Feihua Sect?! Take this madman down for me!"

After all, Hua Biefeng is one of the candidates for Feihuamen's next young master.

As soon as he gave an order, the sound of swords, guns, swords and halberds came out frequently.

"Stay on!"

A clear, even non-angry female voice stopped Baishengmen's movements.

Zhu Mingchao was neither angry nor annoyed by this unexpected visitor, and bowed his hands in a full manner: "I am in charge of Baishengmen, Zhu Mingchao, may I ask your name? Which fairy gate?"

When this person appeared, she probed the person's body with her spiritual sense, and found no trace of spiritual power flow at all.

——He is either a mortal, or has advanced spiritual power. With his own cultivation, it is difficult to test the depth.

If it is said that this person has no self-cultivation, facing the angry stares of more than a thousand people, fighting with swords, not to mention weak legs, he should also show a little bit of fear, how can he be so relaxed?

Therefore, she believed even more that this person was hiding something.

"I wish you the master." The young man cupped his hands slightly with a smile, and returned a salute, "It's easy to say, the Fengling will remain as before."

Fengling... sealed as before?

Obviously he was no longer in his position, he was not the person in charge of Fengling, to put it bluntly, he was just an idler who didn't care about everything, but when he heard his name, everyone's heart trembled and their knees went weak.

Jian Chuan was rather closed, and they had never seen this high-spirited young man when Feng Rugu's reputation was in full swing.

Later, he sealed himself in Fengling Mountain, and even fewer people saw him.

Even Hua Biefeng, who has been to Fengling and participated in the Tianbang Competition, only glanced at Yunzhongjun's gauze tent from a distance.

In terms of cultivation, the highest among them is Yan Wufu in the middle of the Golden Core stage.

In terms of status, Fengling and Jianchuan are not at the same level of Taoism.

——Jianchuan had the great ability to ascend, but it was a thousand years ago, and Fengling had two monks ascended one after another nearly ten years ago.

Zhu Mingchao was only stunned for a moment, and immediately realized the gap between their identities, and knelt down on one knee: "Jianchuan Baishengmen Zhu Mingchao, I pay my respects to Lord Yunzhong."

Yan Wufu squinted his eyes and looked at the young man, just like Zhu Mingchao, holding a cane, and saluted: "Jianchuan Qingshuangmen, Yan Wufu."

Hua Ruohong heard that this person was his son's master, and his extremely bad mood suddenly turned into joy. Just as he was about to start a conversation, his wife grabbed his arm and forced him to kneel down: "Jianchuan Feihua sect is in charge of flowers. Ruohong, Mrs. in charge Zhu Xingxing, pay my respects to Lord Yunzhong."

The masters all knelt down, and where did the other disciples dare to stand, a lot of them fell to their knees.

Feng Rugu turned his gaze to the three family chiefs with different expressions, some overjoyed, some contemplative, smiling and not speaking.

Hua Biefeng stared at him obsessively, and knelt down along with everyone, his heart was full of twists and turns, full of anger and surprise:

How could that Yun Zhongjun come here?

...Could it be...that Sangmen Star is back? !