Chapter 212

In the Battle of Liubo Mountain, the name of the Changhong Sword Master of the Qingyun Sect shook the world, and the major righteous sects knew that a monstrous genius had appeared in the righteous path.

After five years of cultivation, he became a top-notch expert in the world, probably not weaker than the cultivation of the heads of the major sects.

Thinking that he, like Ancestor Qingye who revived Qingyun, created many Daoist techniques and strange arts, and now at sixteen, he shakes the world, it can be seen that his aptitude is even better.

I felt that even if the Demon Sect gradually recovered its vitality and attempted to covet the Central Plains, as long as the Changhong Sword Master is here, there will definitely be no day for the Demon Sect to stand out in the next seven or eight hundred years.

More than a month later.

In a quiet mansion in Heyang City.

Four people sat around, three men and one woman, respectively a middle-aged scholar, an old man with white hair, a man in his early thirties with eyebrows like temples and a handsome appearance, and a woman with an extremely beautiful appearance and no makeup.

They were the leaders of the four major factions of the Demon Sect, in order: Guiwang of the Guiwang Sect, Dushen of the Wandu Sect, Yuyangzi of Changsheng Hall, and Sanmiao Xianzi of Hehuan Sect.

"I think everyone has already heard the name of the Changhong Sword Master." The Guiwang said extremely solemnly:

"This is obviously a more troublesome existence than Qingye. Fortunately, he has only practiced for five years and his cultivation has not yet been completed, otherwise we would only shrink outside the Central Plains and dare not step into the Central Plains again."

"And then wait another eight hundred years, until he dies of old age, before our younger generation disciples dare to enter the Central Plains again."

"Guiwang, no need to say more. Since we came to Heyang City, it is to discuss attacking the Qingyun Sect."

Dushen sighed gloomily:

"While my old bones are still useful, for the sake of the ancestors and younger generation disciples of our Holy Sect, we must never let the Qingyun Sect produce another Qingye."

Yuyangzi nodded:

"The Qingyun Sect has relied on the Zhu Xian Sword all these years to bully our Holy Sect everywhere. If another existence more monstrous than Qingye appears, I am afraid that even if we stay in the Barbarian Land, we will worry about being visited by the Changhong Sword Master one day."

"Now is the time when he is at his weakest, and it is a once-in-a-thousand-year good opportunity, so we must take the opportunity to remove him."

Sanmiao Xianzi continued:

"Even if we can't remove him, we must seriously injure him, or suppress the major sects of the Central Plains to give our Holy Sect some breathing time."

The Guiwang said in a deep voice:

"Cangsong only has hatred for Daoxuan, and most likely has no intention of dealing with Zhang Xiaofan. If we can make the Qingyun Sect lose its Sect Leader this time, it will be a great harvest."

"Zhang Xiaofan is not a disciple of the Tongtian Peak lineage. With such aptitude, he is definitely not a person who is willing to be under others. If the next generation Sect Leader is not him, the Qingyun Sect will have a tendency to split."

Dushen smiled slightly:

"Although Cangsong has no intention of dealing with Zhang Xiaofan, his hatred for Daoxuan has already made him not care whether he will destroy the Qingyun Sect."

"That Zhang Xiaofan suddenly invited Puhong, the abbot of Tianyin Temple, and Tianyin Temple responded very readily."

"Guiwang brother is very resourceful about this, thinking of letting our Holy Sect experts pretend to be people from Fenxiang Valley who came uninvited, so that Cangsong can smoothly introduce them into the Qingyun Sect."

Yuyangzi smiled:

"At that time, Cangsong will ambush Daoxuan, and our Holy Sect's many experts will ambush Zhang Xiaofan. Unless this Changhong Sword Master has three heads and six arms, otherwise even if he isn't beaten to the point of soul destruction, he will definitely be seriously injured and dying."

"Finally, we will arrive to finish the work, and deal with Daoxuan and Zhang Xiaofan together. This can also wash away the great shame of the Qingyun defeat and the humiliation of the Holy Temple that year."

Qingyun Sect.

Dazhu Peak, back mountain.

A youth in yellow robes walked leisurely in the bamboo forest and said lightly:

"Should I say you are not afraid of death, or that you are bold, actually daring to sneak into the Qingyun Sect."

A girl in green suddenly flew out and said with a smile:

"I guess you already discovered me, and deliberately walked here just to lure me out."

"Haven't seen you for many days, you have indeed made more progress than before." The youth in yellow robes said boredly:

"Speak, what are you looking for me for."

Biyao tilted her head slightly:

"Haven't seen you for many days, I miss you very much. Can't I just find you to chat?"

"Your father regards me as his greatest opponent and treats me as the biggest stumbling block on the road to realizing his grand ambitions."

Zhuang Buran said leisurely:

"And you, as his daughter, are turning your elbows out. You are really his good daughter."

"Every time my father talks about you, he frowns and tells me to stay away from you, and says don't look at your young age, but you are deep in scheming, ruthless, and a peerless hero who is more dangerous than him by I don't know how many times."

Biyao raised her eyebrows:

"However, as a demon girl who is rebellious in the eyes of the world, it should be normal for me to be disobedient and like to act willfully."

"In my eyes, you are not qualified to call yourself a demon girl." The youth in yellow robes said:

"A so-called demon girl should be perverse in nature, extremely vicious, deep in the city, able to take people's lives in laughter, regardless of whether there is hatred or not, and can kill without any scruples."

Biyao sighed lightly:

"What you are talking about is not a demon girl at all, it is clearly a female devil."

"Is there a difference?" Zhuang Buran's eyes were deep:

"If you were really such a demon girl, I would look at you highly and feel that you will definitely have a great future."

Biyao was stunned and said:

"The casual laziness in the Dripping Blood Cave, the decisive killing on Liubo Mountain, and the willful behavior now, which one is the real you?"

"Human nature is changeable, how can there be only one side? Everything you see is the real me."

The youth in yellow robes looked sideways at the direction of the Qingyun Mountain Gate:

"Alright, I have business to do, so I won't chat with you."

He waved his sleeve, and Biyao was blown by a strong wind to the depths of the bamboo forest, landing outside the bamboo building in a peach forest.

Tongtian Peak, Yuqing Hall.

Not only was there Daoxuan Zhenren, the Sect Leader of the Qingyun Sect, but also the heads of the various peaks and their valued disciples, as well as a group of monks from Tianyin Temple, including Puhong, the abbot of Tianyin Temple and head of the four great divine monks, Pukong, one of the four great divine monks, and young generation disciples like Faxiang and Fazhan.

In addition, there were elders and many disciples who looked like they were from Fenxiang Valley.

Daoxuan Zhenren's eyes showed confusion, and he said sternly:

"Zhang Xiaofan, you specifically invited Puhong Divine Monk to Qingyun, what exactly is the matter?"

The youth in yellow robes raised his eyes and looked at an old monk with a kind face:

"Before in Kongsang Mountain, when Senior Brother Faxiang knew my name was Zhang Xiaofan, his heartbeat inexplicably slowed down by a beat."

"I ask myself that I have never seen him, how can I feel that he seems to know me."

"May I ask Divine Monk, can you solve my confusion?"

Without waiting for Puhong to reply, Faxiang stepped out and said:

"No matter who sees the demeanor and appearance of Junior Brother Zhang, most of them will be stunned, and I am not well-cultivated, so I can't help but be stunned."

"Senior Brother Faxiang, as a monk, you can tell lies without changing your face. Aren't you afraid of hindering your Buddhist heart, so that your cultivation will not make any progress from now on?" Zhuang Buran was calm.

Faxiang's face stagnated, and he was suddenly speechless. Before they came, they thought Zhang Xiaofan had already guessed the murderer of the village massacre, so they rushed over, just to tell the original story.

Unexpectedly, it was only a preliminary suspicion. In order to protect the thousand-year reputation of Tianyin Temple, they thought that if they could hide it, they would hide it as much as possible, but now they found that they were afraid they couldn't hide it.

At this time, everyone in the hall heard that there was a mystery in the words. Although Tian Buyi didn't understand why his little disciple could move the abbot of Tianyin Temple to the Qingyun Sect, and didn't understand the deep meaning of his words, he still said:

"Buddhist Brother Puhong, this disciple of mine was born in the Grass Temple Village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, and after entering my sect, he never left Qingyun Mountain, and only went down the mountain to experience not long ago."

"I also want to know why your sect's disciples know my seventh disciple?"

(End of chapter)