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The other direction.

The deepest part of Wuliang Taoist Temple.

In a spacious hall, candlelight was swaying, and several figures were gathering here, talking a lot.

It was Taoist Master Qingsong, Zen Master Wuhui, Master Yue, a young man in green robes, and an old man.

The young man and the old man were none other than Jiang Shi, whom he met at the inn not long ago, and whom he suspected to be someone from the palace.

"Since Taoist Master Qingsong and Zen Master Wuhui have already made preparations, then everything will go according to your original plan. I, the Kunshan Long Family, have no objection."

The green-robed young man spoke calmly.

"Good, good, good."

Zen Master Wuhui put his hands together and the old man spoke.

"You're welcome, Mr. Long. It's a great honor to be helped by the Kunshan Long Family."

Taoist priest Qingsong also bowed and said.

"Everything is for the sake of the common people, why should the Taoist priest do this?"

The young man said calmly.

"Sir, if that's the case, let's go out now."

Headmaster Yue said with a flattering smile on one side.

"Well, let's go."

The young man nodded lightly and took the lead to walk outside.

A group of Martial Saint-level masters immediately followed him and headed towards the square in the front yard.

Not long after, he arrived at the front of the crowd.

Seeing the dense crowd in front of them, Taoist Qingsong and Zen Master Wuhui looked at each other. Then Taoist Qingsong took a deep breath, his breath sank in his Dantian, and he spoke directly:

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

His skills were profound, like thunder, accurately echoing in everyone's ears.

It's like standing in the ears of everyone and speaking, single-handedly suppressing all the voices in the room.

Everyone stopped one after another and raised their heads, showing a hint of awe.

"It's Taoist Priest Qingsong! Taoist Priest Qingsong is here!"

"And Zen Master Wugui!"

"Headmaster Yue is here too!"

···

The scene became noisy again.

But it soon became calm again, and everyone looked at the figures at the front with burning eyes.

Only Jiang Shi ignored it, still staring at the seven or eight red and yellow medicinal herbs in front of the stall.

“Can these medicinal materials be cheaper?”

Jiang Shi spoke.

"Don't talk yet, let's listen to what Taoist Qingsong and Master Wuhui have to say."

The stall owner was a man about forty years old. He was obviously a die-hard fan of Taoist Qingsong and Master Wuhui. He looked towards Taoist Qingsong and the others with passionate eyes.

Jiang Shi couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

"Why don't you let me see these medicinal materials first?"

Jiang Shi reached out and touched the medicinal plants first.

"Damn! Don't touch!"

The stall owner was furious, slapped Jiang Shi on the back of his hand, and said, "Listen first to what Taoist Master Qingsong said?"

He gasped in pain and looked at Jiang Shi again in surprise.

Is the back of this guy's hand so hard?

Why does it look like steel?

Jiang Shi's face darkened and he said, "Damn, it's not a good habit to curse people!"

But when he thought that he was at fault, he snorted coldly and did not take action after all. Instead, he squatted on the spot and looked at Taoist Qingsong and Zen Master Wuhui.

Soon, Jiang Shi showed a strange color.

Suddenly he recognized the other two people beside Taoist Master Qingsong and Zen Master Wuhui.

The young man in green robe and the old man with white face and beard were clearly the people he met outside the inn before.

"These two people can't really be from the palace, and they can actually stand with Taoist Qingsong and Zen Master Wuhui."

Jiang Shi thought.

The stall owner next to him had already noticed Jiang Shi's power and couldn't help but feel uneasy. He looked at Jiang Shi from time to time and wanted to apologize.

But Jiang Shi's mind at this moment has all fallen on Taoist Priest Qingsong and the others, and he doesn't even look at him anymore.

"Everyone, thank you for coming all the way. I am very grateful to you, the old Taoist Qingsong!"

Taoist Master Qingsong's voice was gentle, his hands were arched, he had white hair and white beard, and he had an immortal spirit. He continued to speak with age: "For a long time, the old Taoist has closed the mountain door tightly and is in seclusion. He has not understood the world of rivers and lakes for thirty years. Things, I thought the world was peaceful and still the same as before, but it wasn't until the old Taoist came out of death not long ago that he learned that the world was changing!

Unexpectedly, in the past thirty years, the Daxuan world has really been riddled with holes and rotten to this extent!

During this period of time, more than one sect in Fengzhou suffered a catastrophic disaster. Even the Luoxia Sword Sect, which had a great friendship with the old Taoist, was wiped out. What a time! Life! How sad!

In order to protect our Fengzhou martial arts community and prevent our martial arts people from suffering disasters, after discussions with Zen Master Wuhui and Master Yue, we decided to take advantage of this grand meeting to establish our own martial arts conference in Fengzhou. Cope with all the major events that Fengzhou Wulin encounters.

What do you think? "

Wow!

Everyone was in an uproar and talking about it.

It was indeed the same news they had received before.

Taoist Qingsong and Zen Master Wuhui are preparing to establish the Fengzhou Martial Arts Conference.

The head of Yiyi Yue suddenly shouted: "Don't worry, everyone, this martial arts conference is not just about Yue and Taoist Master Qingsong, but also the Kunshan Long Sect is supporting us. I think the reputation of the Kunshan Long Sect is very important. Everyone has heard that the young talent next to me is Mr. Long Shaoyun, the descendant of the Kunshan Long family!"

"Kunshan Long Family?"

"One of the few aristocratic families in the world!"

"Is there any aristocratic family joining in?"

Everyone was immediately even more surprised.

Pairs of eyes looked towards the green-robed young man.

"Not from the palace? Are you from a noble family?"

Jiang Shi's expression changed.

But how come people from aristocratic families also have eunuchs?

The young man in green robe gently nodded his head and looked at everyone. His voice was neither urgent nor slow, but it also echoed in everyone's ears. He said:

"Everyone, what Master Qingsong and Master Yue mean is what I, the Long Family, mean. Fengzhou Wulin is operating independently. In today's troubled times, it is really not suitable to continue to maintain it. It should be integrated into one, twisting it into one. Only in this way can it resist the coming from the enemy. Strong pressure from all aspects!”

Everyone started talking again.

"Master Long, if you want to establish a martial arts conference, do you need to first investigate the murder case of the Luoxia Sword Sect?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd spoke.

Others immediately responded.

"Yes, the Luoxia Sword Sect has been passed down for many years, so this important event cannot be ignored!"

"If a martial arts conference is really going to be established, does it mean that all the sects have to be integrated into one!"

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"Don't worry, everyone. Once the martial arts conference is established, there are no mandatory requirements for you on weekdays. It only requires that when encountering a disaster, you can put aside your sectarian prejudices and gather here."

Mr. Long spoke calmly and said, "As for the Luoxia Sword Sect, I, the Kunshan Long Sect, have indeed been investigating in many ways during this period. Mr. Long is not very talented, so he specially asked someone to draw a portrait of that young man. It is hung here today for everyone to see!”

He gestured to the old man next to him.

The white-faced and beardless old man nodded gently, turned around and took out a huge scroll from behind, then stepped on it with the sole of his foot, rose into the sky, and casually hung the scroll on a stone pillar in the square.

Wow!

The scroll is unrolled and reaches a height of about three meters.

The figure above was a thin, inconspicuous young man carrying a huge mace. He seemed to have little flesh on his body.

It looked extremely clear against the firelight.

Everyone immediately exclaimed and started talking again.

"Yes, that's him. Last time I was at Luoxia Sword Sect, I saw it with my own eyes. It was him!"

"Ah, this guy doesn't look big, does he?"

"Nonsense, I told you he was a boy a long time ago, but you didn't believe it!"

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Standing among the crowd, Lin Dong, who was about to ask Taoist Master Qingsong and Master Wuhui for justice, suddenly became confused after seeing the portrait, and made a dull buzzing sound.

"It's him, it's him...how is this possible?"

He murmured.

Isn't this the boy I met outside the mountain gate before?

At that time, Zhao Houcai and Zhao Feiyan still had a good relationship with the teenager.

Did this young man really destroy the Luoxia Sword Sect by himself?

For a moment, his heart was filled with disbelief.

But soon, an extremely bold idea came into his mind.

This young man has become a public enemy in the Fengzhou martial arts world. If it were him...

"The painting looks quite similar, do you think it looks like it?"

Jiang Shi was still squatting at the previous stall, looking up at the huge picture, and casually asked the stall owner next to him.

The stall owner was already petrified at this moment, his eyes constantly moving back and forth between the river stone and the scroll.

He looked at Jiang Shi for a while, and then looked at the picture scroll for a while.

The more he looked, the more horrified he became, and his voice trembled as he said, "No, no, no...it doesn't look like it."

"Huh? It doesn't look like it?"

Jiang Shi raised his eyebrows.

"Like like like..."

The stall owner quickly changed his story and was horrified.

It was as if he had seen a ghost.

The young man in the scroll, the murderer who single-handedly slaughtered the Luoxia Sword Sect, was actually opposite him now.

I just scolded him and slapped him!

What the hell...

He wanted to desperately scream, "Jiang Shi is here."

But he was also worried that he would be killed first before he finished speaking.

Jiang Shi shook his head slightly and no longer struggled with this issue. Instead, he looked at the few herbs in front of him again and said, "How to sell these herbs? Can they be cheaper?"

"Okay, okay, no, no, no, I'll give it to you, I'll give it all to you."

The stall owner was extremely panicked and spoke quickly.

"Isn't it a good idea to give it to me?"

Jiang Shi frowned and said, "It looks like I robbed it. I don't like robbing things. Please tell me how much it will cost."

"No money, everything is given away, really everything is given away."

The stall owner quickly spoke in panic.

"That's all, twenty taels of silver will do, right?"

When Jiang Shi opened his mouth, he counted a twenty-tael silver note from his hand and handed it to the stall owner. Then he picked up a handful of red-yellow medicinal materials from the stall and stuffed it into his bag. He suddenly smiled and said : "By the way, you just slapped me, now it's time for me to slap me back, right?"

The stall owner was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

This guy's strength is incredible. He can even kill the leader of the Luoxia Sword Sect. If he slaps himself, he won't be crippled?

"Hehe, just kidding, I won't slap you, but you have to keep it a secret for me and don't make any noise."

Jiang Shi chuckled.

"Okay, okay, I will never yell."

The stall owner spoke in panic.

"Um."

Jiang Shi was very satisfied, looked ahead again, picked up the package, turned around and walked towards the back.

Anyway, he is not planning to stay in Fengzhou anymore. He has already bought 90% of the medicinal materials he needs to buy. Starting tomorrow, he will officially leave Fengzhou.

No one noticed me at the moment, so I just happened to leave in the chaos.

Just when Jiang Shi turned around and left, suddenly, an unusually shrill cry rang out from the crowd, saying: "Please, Taoist Priest Qingsong and Mr. Long, seek justice for me!"

Everyone looked around and saw something strange.

I saw Lin Dong, Master Lin's face turned pale, showing sadness, he quickly ran out of the crowd, rushed directly to the front, fell to his knees on the ground, howling and crying:

"Taoist Master Qingsong, Master Wuhui, Mr. Long, and the villain Lin Dong are the sons of Lin Yun of Fuyuan Escort Bureau and Shi Tianyi, the leader of the money gang. Because they covet the secret treasure passed down by my Lin family, they united with the local government to kill eighty-seven members of my Lin family. There is a huge hatred and irreconcilable hatred, I beg the three seniors to seek justice!"

Bang bang bang!

He fell to the ground and his forehead was bleeding.

Everyone was in an uproar again.

"Son of Lin Yun of Fuyuan Escort Agency? Was Fuyuan Escort Agency destroyed?"

"How can it be!"

"Fuyuan Escort Agency has a good reputation and has close friendships with various sects. Money can help the bold ones!"

···

"It turns out they are descendants of an old friend!"

Taoist Master Qingsong looked moved and said: "Master Lin, please hurry up. Thirty years ago, the old Taoist traveled around the world and had some friendship with your grandfather. Unexpectedly, after so many years, the Fuyuan Escort Bureau was also massacred."

"Eighty-seven members of the Lin family died unjustly, oh oh oh..."

Lin Dong cried bitterly and finally found someone to talk to.

Taoist Priest Qingsong came over in person, dragged Lin Dong up from the ground with a slight tug of his sleeves, and said, "My great nephew, the affairs of the Lin family are matters of the Taoist family, so don't worry."

"Thank you, senior!"

Mr. Lin's eyes were red, he wiped away his tears and felt an unprecedented tranquility beside Taoist Qingsong.

Suddenly his lips moved, he gritted his teeth, and as if he had made up his mind, he said, "Senior, I have seen the young man on the scroll... I have seen him before!"

"Huh? Have you met him?"

Taoist Priest Qingsong's face condensed.

Master Wuhui, Master Yue, Master Long, and the white-faced and beardless old man all around him all looked at him.

"Mr. Lin, have you really seen him?"

Head Yue was the first to ask, his eyes threatening.

"Yes, just now!"

Mr. Lin gritted his teeth and said: "This young man has also sneaked into the martial arts association. By the way, [Throat Holder] Zhao Houcai, Senior Zhao, has a close relationship with this person!"

He turned and looked toward the crowd.

Everyone was in an uproar again, showing horror.

Many people subconsciously stepped back and looked in all directions, fearing that Jiang Shi would appear next to them.

Jiang Shi came to the martial arts meeting?

Are you kidding me?

Taoist Master Qingsong, Zen Master Wuhui, and Master Yue are personally in charge, so he dares to show up?

Zhao Houcai in the crowd felt his heart skip a beat.

It’s over, I’m implicated!

Jiang Shi, who was walking towards the distance, also frowned. His keen hearing clearly heard Mr. Lin's words. He couldn't help but stop and subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

betray me?

He said nothing and continued to walk outside.

"Seal the venue quickly and no one is allowed to leave!"

Taoist Priest Qingsong roared, his voice old and passionate, echoing throughout most of the Taoist temple.

Immediately, masters from the Taoist temple appeared one after another, holding long swords, and leaped over one by one, densely packed, directly surrounding the outside of the square.

The heroes were in an uproar, and quickly took out their weapons, with a defensive expression on their faces.