"Hmph!" Miejie snorted coldly.
If the Huashan sect dared to take advantage of Emei, she wouldn't mind using the Yitian Sword to teach them how to behave.
Halfway back to Yingzui Cliff, everyone met Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji and others.
"Zhiruo, didn't I ask you to stay at Yingzui Cliff?"
"The demon sect is insidious, and the disciples are worried about the master and the senior sisters, so..."
Master Miejie nodded, "Don't make any arbitrary decisions in the future. You and I will go back together."
"Disciple, I obey." Zhou Zhiruo bowed his head and accepted the order.
Returning to the big tent at Yingzui Cliff, everyone discussed strategies for attacking the Demon Cult tomorrow.
The poisonous water in Flood Flag is so powerful that it is difficult to attack Guangmingding without a way to break it.
"Mr. Tieqin, you Kunlun Sect and the Demon Sect have decades of experience in fighting. How should we break the Flood Flag?"
"This is not difficult!"
Ban Shulan, the head of Taishang, did not give He Taichong any face and was the first to interrupt. "But let's talk about something else first."
"Then what does Mrs. He have to say?"
Master Miejie narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Our Kunlun faction has brought out the most disciples. We suffered heavy losses in today's battle. After we attack Guangmingding, we will need 30%25 of the gold and silver."
"How can that be done!"
The two elders of Huashan jumped up and said, "You take three floors, and the remaining seven floors are five points. We also contribute people and efforts, so why should we get more than one floor?"
"The Wu-Tang Clan takes nothing!"
Song Yuanqiao led Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi into the tent, greeted Master Miejie, and sat in the vacant seat.
"Amitabha, Shaolin is just like Wudang, not taking any money from you."
Abbot Kongwen walked into the tent with Kongxing Kongzhi.
"Okay, okay, that'll be fine."
The two elders of Huashan applauded shamelessly.
Master Miejie glared at the two elders of Huashan who looked like clowns.
Now that the six major factions have arrived, it is a good time to discuss the siege of Guangmingding.
"Then how can we attack Guangmingding with minimal losses?"
"Kill them all first!"
This was the idea of the two elders of Huashan.
Master Miejie glanced at it and turned to Master Kongwen of the Shaolin School.
Shaolin Temple has always been the leader of the upright martial arts sects, and it was they who proposed the siege of Guangmingding by the six major sects.
Even though these bald donkeys are all monks, each one is more naughty than the last.
"Uncle Master, I have an idea."
Chen Youliang, dressed in Shaolin attire but with his hair long, walked out of the monks.
"This is Yuan Zhen's disciple, who has not yet been ordained." Kong Wen looked at Chen Youliang and said, "It doesn't matter if you say so."
"Yes, abbot. Zhang Wuji, the son of Wudang Wuxia Zhang, is the grandson of Eagle King, the Western Great Dharma King of Demon Sect. If you find someone to impersonate him, you will definitely be able to hit him with one blow."
After Chen Youliang finished speaking, he returned to the Shaolin monks.
If Lu Qingyun were here, he would be surprised.
This method of impersonation was supposed to be proposed by Cheng Kun. Unexpectedly, after he died, his disciple Chen Youliang also proposed it.
"This is a great idea. I think Song Daxia's son Song Qingshu Shaoxia is the most suitable. They are similar in age and familiar with each other."
The two elders of Huashan jumped out again excitedly.
"Shameless, I, the Wu-Tang Clan, will never do such a shameless thing."
"Qingshu, if you dare to do such a thing, don't go back to Wudang in the future."
Song Yuanqiao solemnly warned.
"Father, I understand."
Song Qingshu's eyes searched westward, and finally landed on Zhou Zhiruo.
After not seeing each other for two years, she became even more attractive.
"A bunch of shameless villains, claiming to be a decent family!"
A black shadow flashed past the big tent.
Master Miejie instantly drew out the Yitian Sword and chased after him.
In the mid-air outside the big tent, Wei Yixiao looked at the people chasing after him, firing green bat darts all over the sky.
There were many escorts among the six sects, and they were all shouting.
"Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao!"
"The old woman has some knowledge!"
Wei Yixiao caught sight of Yin Li, and in a flash, he grabbed her and flew away into the distance.
"Let A Li go!" Zhang Wuji quickly chased after him.
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Mingjiao forbidden area.
Lu Qingyun walked towards another corridor in the stone room.
The corridor was winding and winding, and it went up all the way and finally reached the exit.
After hearing the sound of a mechanism opening, he hurriedly hid in the darkness around the corner.
Not long after, a hunchbacked woman walked down the stone steps with the sound of iron chains.
Judging from her familiarity, this was definitely not her first time entering a forbidden area.
Lu Qingyun instantly thought of Xiao Zhao.
The daughter of the purple-robed Dragon King later succeeded in taking over as the saint of the Persian Ming Cult through the Great Shift of the Universe.
It seems that she went to steal the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth again.
Xiao Zhao walked over slowly with chains on his hands and feet. Otherwise, after a few steps, he would find someone hiding in the darkness.
Lu Qingyun tiptoed, moved behind Xiao Zhao, and tapped a few acupuncture points with his fingers, making her unable to move or speak.
Hearing the sound of the mechanism opening again, Lu Qingyun hid again.
"Okay! Xiao Zhao. I just said you were a spy, and I caught you right now!"
Another girl came down from the exit, holding a long sword in her hand.
Looking at Xiao Zhao who was motionless, he stabbed the sword with its head.
"What a cruel girl, how much hatred there is!"
Lu Qingyun pulled out the jade flute, cut off the long sword, and tapped the girl's acupuncture points.
The girl's face was ashen and her eyes were full of anger.
Lu Qingyun was so happy that he pulled out the jade flute and lifted her chin, just to tease her.
But thinking that she might become his sixth aunt in the future, he had no choice but to give up.
He took back the jade flute, walked to Xiao Zhao, and gently opened her acupuncture points with his fingers, "Take me to the Guangmingding Hall."
Xiao Zhao lifted the ban on his body and bowed to Lu Qingyun, "Thank you for not killing me, sir."
"I'm not from the Ming Cult, why should I kill you?"
Lu Qingyun smiled slightly and inserted the jade flute into his lower back.
"My name is Xiao Zhao. I wonder what your surname is?"
Xiao Zhao stared at Lu Qingyun curiously with his big eyes.
"Just call me Young Master."
Lu Qingyun looked at the raised skin next to Xiao Zhao's ears, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
It seems that in order to sneak into the forbidden area today, she put on makeup a little hastily and didn't even put on the mask properly.
Xiao Zhao felt Lu Qingyun's gaze, stretched out his hand to touch the raised part of his ear, lowered his head in embarrassment, and slowly tore off the mask.
The mixed-race Persian beauties have their own exotic style, and they have a unique flavor even when wearing Han costumes.
"This looks much better and is easy on the eyes." Lu Qingyun said with a smile.
"Then Xiao Zhao won't wear a mask from now on."
Xiao Zhao straightened his body, no longer pretending to be hunchback, and looked at the girl with a smile, "Miss, Xiao Zhao can no longer serve you."
Looking at Xiao Zhao, who was standing tall and dazzlingly beautiful, anger burst out from the girl's eyes.
She has been deceived for so long like a fool.
Only then did she understand why her father locked Xiao Zhao with a black iron chain.
Xiao Zhao ignored the girl's anger, walked to the exit and pressed the hidden mechanism, and the dark panel on the top opened.
"Sir, come with me. The exit of the forbidden area is in Miss Buhui's room."
Lu Qingyun came out of the secret passage and followed Xiao Zhao to the side door of the hall. He hid behind the thick pillars and peeked in secretly.
