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

The disciples from the three sides stared at each other, as if they had a deep hatred for each other.

In contrast, the three officials standing in the forefront maintained at least the decent attitude they should have.

...Sustained for the time being.

Hua Ruohong, the head of Feihua Sect, should have been a very beautiful man. If it weren't for the blush that could not be dissipated due to years of drinking, he would have been more suave: "I have said Yan Zhang Shi, you have been a big misunderstanding. This time, we entered the Qingshuang Sect just to be careful, why do you have to fight so much?"

"It's not me who made a big fight first."

Yan Wufu, the head of Qingshuang Sect, was a man who was so thin that he was out of shape. He had a slightly sunken cheek and two goatee, which made him look more like a rural elder. He would teach in a private school in the mountain village when he was free, and he was holding a handboard. He was the kind of gentleman that students feared the most.

He knocked on the ground twice with a crutch: "I know that Feihuamen is going to investigate the case of abandoning corpses; I don't know that Feihuamen is here to recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors."

Obviously, this old man only has a serious appearance, and his tongue is very poisonous and has a very good temperament.

Hua Ruohong's face pale for a moment, his lips squirmed, and he wanted to retort, but he endured it and barely made a graceful statement: "Yan Zhangshi, that's not what he said. That little Taoist priest died here..."

He pointed to one side of the rock, with large black marks remaining on it.

If you don’t look carefully, it is hard to see that there was a young life lying on her back, her blood slowly drying and she dies with her eyes open.

"Jianchuan is in natural danger and never allows outsiders to enter and exit. This corpse is a strange thing. It is not the disciples in Sichuan who kill people, but they are also inseparable from the disciples in Sichuan." Hua Ruohong pointed to the outside of Sichuan. "After the discovery of the corpse, our three families had made an appointment to block Jianchuan and prohibit their disciples from going out, and investigate the matter carefully, but I don't know why Yan Zhang let the disciples leave Sichuan?"

Yan Wufu said: "Because more than a thousand disciples under my seat are innocent, and the disciple received a letter that his father at home is critically ill, so he needs to go home to take care of him. Feihuamen is willing to ask his disciples to sit in prison together, but I don't care, but I don't allow my disciples under my seat to not even see his father for the last time."

Hua Ruohong smiled and said nothing: "'Qingqing and innocent'? Yan Zhang said too much? You must know that you don't know the truth."

Yan Wufu raised his crutch and pointed at the disciples of Qingshuang Sect behind him: "If you point to a disciple of Qingshuang Sect, I can tell him his name, origin, and how much cultivation has reached; if I point to a disciple of yours, can you tell me? "Know people, but not your heart"? Children of the Hua family, you first learn to know people, and then teach me how to "know people"!"

Hua Ruohong's face was really unhappy: "Ship Yan, be kind to you! I'm a little younger than you, but I'm the head of Feihua Sect after all! In terms of seniority, I'm also on an equal footing with you!"

"Ha, Hua family, you are afraid of wine, meat, music and music on weekdays. You are so happy. You hand over all the affairs of the Hua family to your wife. At this time, remember to play with the breeze of your charge, and bring you, a group of disciples who you cannot recognize, to find me to recognize my father?"

Now, even Mrs. Zhu, who was following Hua Ruohong, could not bear this shame and humiliation, and scolded: "Yan Zhang, my husband and I respect you as older, please keep some politeness!"

Yan Wufu sneered repeatedly: "This word "virtue" is spoken from the mouths of you and your wife, it's so funny!"

Hua Ruohong suppressed his anger: "What does this mean? Don't be vague! If you have the ability, just say it!"

Unexpectedly, Yan Wufu really didn't leave any face for others, holding a stick and laughing: "If anyone with virtue in the world will abandon his first wife and abuse his eldest son. I would rather have no virtue in the world."

When Hua Ruohong was about to break, Mrs. Zhu, who was affected, was raised and turned to the other side, and scolded a young woman in purple clothes and tied her hair: "Ming Dynasty, what are you doing here?! You are talking!"

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

Yan Wufu laughed: "I'm afraid I'm sitting in the mountains and watching the tiger fight."

Zhu Ming Dynasty pretended not to hear it, and the curve of the corners of his mouth remained unchanged at all.

But Zhu Ming Dynasty's words reminded Hua Ruohong of his purpose for this trip.

He tried his best to calm his anger and said, "The same thing, I know people... I don't know my heart. No matter how much Yan Zhang said it, you opened a slight dive and sent his disciple out. What if the disciple killed someone and took this opportunity to escape, how would you be responsible? Or maybe you were just trying to cover up and let him go out?"

"So?" Yan Wufu knocked on the rock, "You will be so arrogant and bring your disciples to invade the territory of my Qingshuangmen?"

"I just said that this is a helpless act just in case. Who told Qingshuang Sect to violate the rules first and let the disciple go out?" Hua Ruohong's speech speed increased a lot, as if he was burned by the heart fire. "The envoy of the Sanmen will come to Jianchuan sooner or later to investigate the truth about the disciple's death here. In order to prevent Qingshuang Sect from letting the disciple go out again, Feihua Sect had no choice but to join the Baisheng Sect and temporarily surround the Qingshuang Sect..."

Zhu Mingchao, who had just started watching the battle with his arms in his arms, opened his mouth at this moment: "Stop talking about the matter with Hua Jie."

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

Zhu Mingchao interrupted him again: "Hua Zhangshi, I am not my sister. She married into your Feihuamen, and she is the Feihuamen member. What is the position of Yushengmen? Please don't care about your sister and Huashi."

Mrs. Zhu was very displeased with her sister's demeanor and said shrillly: "My Ming Dynasty!"

"My Star." Zhu Mingchao looked at his biological sister coldly, "Please don't forget that I am the head of Yushengmen, you are the wife of Feihuamen, don't confuse your identity in business."

While making my sister angry, Zhu Mingchao turned to Yan Wufu again and bowed respectfully: "Yan Zhangshi, I know that your move is for your disciples, but this fact is inappropriate. Our two families are here today, just to ask you to give an explanation: If your disciple really kills someone and abandons his body, and then escapes with a letter, how will Yan Zhangshi be responsible?"

"You little girl's words are pleasant to hear, but the intention is very poisonous." Yan Wufu did not answer, "Tell me, how do you want me to be responsible?"

Before Zhu Ming Dynasty could speak, Hua Ruohong, who was beside him, blurted out without blinking: "For this, take your disciples to leave Jianchuan!"

Zhu Ming Dynasty's wonderful eyes sank, and his eyes looked at Hua Ruohong as if he was looking at a beautiful but useless waste.

Yan Wufu smiled and laughed: "It's good! The ancestor's teachings are cloudy. People leave the river, and swords come out, but sword techniques cannot come out. If my Qingshuang Gate is swept out, I will definitely leave the Qingshuang Sword Skill and Heart Skill left by the ancestor. You Baisheng Gate feel that your sword skills are so advanced that it is difficult to achieve results, so I want to take this opportunity to seize my Qingshuang Sword Skill?"

On this side, Hua Ruohong's second son Hua Bifeng couldn't help but step forward: "Senior Yan, you are too ugly. My father has long advocated that our three Jianchuan families are one, and each family is in communication with each other. Exchange the sword skills and heart skills to promote progress together, but you stick to the rules and refuse to give them to each other, and you are too stingy!"

Yan Wufu said in a slight statement: "Which boy is this? He made such a loud fart in public?"

Flowers change color with each other: "Old man, you..."

Before Mrs. Zhu took her reckless son back, Yan Wufu smiled and said, "Little bastard, you should keep this trick for your future granddaughter! Feihuamen has long planned the other two sword techniques, which are very old and earlier than you were born! Don't think I don't know, your father just wants Yum Sword Technique? But Yum Sect is also guarding against you. I don't teach my eldest daughter a little sword technique, but I just ask my young daughter to study the essence of Yum Sword Technique. You Feihuamen welcomed the eldest daughter back with a bang, thinking that Yum Sword Technique is within your fingertips. What's the result?! The bamboo basket was empty! He Yum Sect took advantage of it! I dare to ask, is the Feihuamen now the surname Hua or Zhu?!"

As he spoke, Yan Wufu smiled, holding a crutch in his hand, and hit the ground hard: "The ancestor left three sets of sword techniques and mental techniques based on the characteristics of the ancestors of the three families practicing swords! Yum Sword Technique is complex and beautiful, difficult to practice, and extremely powerful; the Qingshuang Sword Technique is simple and pure, convenient to get started, and the power is second to the point; the flying flower sword is light, elegant and elegant, not difficult to practice, and weaker power."

Yan Wufu was not tall, but confident, and his voice was as loud as a bell. His disciples who were close to him had insufficient cultivation and his eardrums were buzzing: "If you encounter foreign aggression, for example, if the devil's invasion was invaded by the righteousness more than 20 years ago, the cooperation of the three families could completely maintain the peace of Jianchuan. How could you now have black-eyed chickens and insist on robbing other families of sword techniques?"

He suddenly knocked on the ground with his cane: "Oh, can you see that Qingshuang Sword Technique is the easiest to get started. My disciples have more than a thousand, less than 800 people in Feihua Sect, and even only six hundred disciples are left in Baisheng Sect. I am jealous of me? I thought that after the Qingshuang Sect's power grew, I would take the lead and snatch your sword technique and drive you out of Sichuan. So with the reason that there is a dead person in Jianchuan, I want to drive my old man out of Sichuan?!"

Yan Wufu said this so much that even the disciples of Feihua Sect and Baisheng Sect looked at each other.

They were all young people with strong spirits. They were entangled in Jianchuan these days and could not go anywhere. They were all suffocated and their mentality was impetuous. The few words of the officials made them ignited their dissatisfaction with Qingshuang Sect, believing that the old Yan-head, the poisonous but short-spoken old man, protected his disciples, and instigated the murderers to escape from Jianchuan. Therefore, they all came to ask for an explanation in anger.

As a result, the direction of the dispute development was completely beyond their expectations.

I wish the Ming Dynasty a good practice to be in charge of the affairs. Faced with these heart-scare remarks, I made a big move and asked without answering a question: "As long as you don't know how to be in charge of the affairs, it's fine."

This was said lightly and cleverly, but once again aroused everyone's doubts:

Yan Wufu is now speaking righteously, but who knows what will happen if Qingshuang Sect continues to grow like this?

Jianchuan was once a treasure land where powerful people ascend, surrounded by spiritual zodiacs such as "sinking water". The spiritual energy gathered. Who doesn't want to monopolize it?

The number of disciples is not as large as that of Qingshuangmen, and they are pressed by Qingshuangmen everywhere. Feihuamen and Baishengmen have never thought of leaving, but the world's Taoist practice is prevalent. The sects do not care about the good and bad, and always occupy a good mountain first. After comparing it, there is no fairy mountain blessed land, which is comparable to even half of Jianchuan.

Everyone was reluctant to leave, but they were unwilling to sit and watch Qingshuangmen sit and threaten themselves, so they could only secretly do some tricks.

The appearance of this corpse gave them the best excuse to raise an uprising.

Seeing that his aunt Zhu Mingchao's words aroused the fear of the Qingshuang Sect again, Hua Biefeng was very confident and immediately robbed him: "According to what Senior Yan said, the three sword techniques each have their own strengths, so I just shared it. Isn't it better to practice together?"

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

Sure enough, Yan Wufu sneered: "You idiot, can't you see that Yum, Qingshuang, Feihua, and the three sword techniques are extremely dependent on the mind technique, and the three mind techniques are contradictory and difficult to coexist? As long as you practice the same thing, you cannot learn any other sword technique unless you lose 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 anyone with this qualification among millions of people. If you take the extra sword technique in your hand, it will only increase temptation and use it to help you! Practice rashly, once the meridians go against the flow, will you go and pay for your life?"

Hua Biefeng was scolded for being so bloody that he almost vomited blood, and he couldn't find the words to talk back. When he was trembling all over, he suddenly heard the old man shouting to the northwest: "Who?!"

The voice of a bell-like sound shook off dozens of flying birds.

...Someone?!

The next moment, the bushes on the edge of the low cliff shook, and a face really popped out.

That was a young man with an immortal appearance.

But as soon as he spoke, his lazy accent was gone: "Are you finished arguing or are you going to fight?"

Hua Bifeng was furious: "Where did outsiders come from?"

The young man climbed over the bushes, his legs hanging down under the cliff, and was amazed: "You attack each other here, and you still care about outsiders? No one guards the bridge, so we come."

... "We"? He has accomplices?!

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

The young man carried two swords on his back and held his cheeks at more than 2,000 disciples who were tense, and said, "If I were the murderer, how would you stay? Do you commit suicide with the fire stick in your hand?"

Hua Biefeng was sarcastic and sarcastic today, so he was not willing to give up. He said angrily: "Where is the disciple of Feihua Sect?! Take this crazy gangster for me!"

After all, Hua Biefeng is one of the next young master candidates of Feihua Sect.

With his order, the sound of swords, spears, swords and halberds came out quickly.

"Live!"

A crisp, even uneven female voice stopped Yushengmen's movements.

Zhu Ming Dynasty was not angry or annoyed by this unexpected visitor, and bowed with a strong demeanor: "When Zhu Ming Dynasty is in charge of Yushengmen, how dare you ask your honor and your name? Which immortal family?"

When this person appeared, she used her spiritual consciousness to explore the whole person's body, and there was no trace of spiritual power flowing at all.

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

If this person has no cultivation, facing the glaring eyes of more than a thousand people, and the hands and blades are added together, not to mention the weak legs, they should also show a little bit of fear. How could he be so relaxed and comfortable?

So, she believed even more that this person was hidden.

"I wish you the chief." The young man smiled and bowed his hand slightly, and replied, "It's easy to say, I'm in the Fengling Feng Ruo."

Fengling...Feng Ruyuan?

He was obviously no longer in his position and was not the person in charge of Fengling. To put it bluntly, he was just an idle person who ignored everything, but when he heard his name, everyone still couldn't help but tremble and their knees became weak.

Jianchuan was in a state of obstruction. When Feng Ruju was at his peak, they had never seen this energetic boy.

Later, he was praised as a member of Fengling Mountain, and even fewer people had seen him.
To be continued...