Outside the stronghold, there were suddenly noises.

In his words, he even heard that it was a Maoshan disciple who came down the mountain to look for Uncle Jiu.

Nan Chen's heart moved. Uncle Jiu was waiting for so long, and finally waited.

And Uncle Jiu was already very excited.

The heart is full of blood.

Maoshan, his first hometown.

His feelings for the Maoshan School can be said to be very, very deep.

When he learned that the Maoshan Sect, which was passed down by his master Bai Yu Zhenren, was led by Shi Jian to betray Taoist sect.

Uncle Jiu was so angry!

He also believed that it would not be all Maoshan disciples, like Shi Jian.

They are all willing rebellion.

So, he kept waiting.

He didn't want to see that when he was cleaning the portal tomorrow, Maoshan would be bleeding.

He now has a bigger goal.

We must revive the Maoshan faction...

Uncle Jiu was still in the mood of the waves and didn't come back to his senses for a while.

Nanchen next to him had already spoken:

"Master, you are a disciple of Maoshan. Let's go and take a look!"

"Yes, Master, it seems that it is really the same as you said. Not all Maoshan disciples betray the ancestor like Shi Jian."

Wencai also echoed.

Uncle Jiu took a deep breath and said "um" in his mouth:

"Okay, let's go!"

After saying that, Uncle Jiu waved his sleeves and walked over directly.

Nanchen and Wencai, keep up with each other.

Waiting to the gate of the stronghold.

There have been many fellow Taoist gang members gathered here, surrounded by a group of Maoshan disciples on the third floor of the inner and outer floors.

At the same time, someone also saw Uncle Jiu coming.

Uncle Jiu’s reputation, especially in today’s battle, has already spread here.

Uncle Jiu’s Wuji Dao, purple air comes from the east.

The terrifying cultivation has made many young monks admire and admire it.

Seeing Uncle Jiu coming, they all spoke respectfully:

"Senior Lin!"

"Senior Lin is polite!"

"Senior Lin, a group of Maoshan disciples came and said they wanted to see you!"

“…”

Many people spoke one after another.

At the same time, the crowd separated and a passage was revealed.

Uncle Jiu's eyes were hot and he walked straight forward.

In the middle of the crowd, there are about fifty Maoshan disciples.

Men and women, old and young.

At this time, they did not put down their weapons.

Instead, they stood up together and looked around vigilantly.

In the middle, there was a middle-aged man of forty-seven or eight years old. He held a seven-star sword and looked around.

At this moment, the moment he saw Uncle Jiu appear again.

He trembled for a moment.

His eyes were wide open, showing an excited look.

"Fifth Senior Brother!"

After saying that, he hurriedly put down the Seven-Star Sword, hurriedly squeezed over the disciple in front of him, and came to Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu's heart trembled when he saw him.

Scenes of youth surged into my heart.

This person is a fellow ninth disciple of the Jiushu. He was under the throne of Baiyu Zhenren, and his ninth disciple was named Beiyuan.

"Junior Brother Ninth!"

Uncle Jiu was also very moved and excited.

"Senior Brother!"

Bei Yuan was excited and came to Uncle Jiu and knelt down with a "thump".

Two lines of tears flowed out of the corners of my eyes.

"Senior brother, we don't want to deceive our masters and destroy our ancestors.

It’s all, it’s all forced by the senior brother, and we are really helpless.

Please let us return to the Dao Alliance without any grudges!”

Taoist Master Beiyuan knelt in front of Uncle Jiu and spoke with sadness and excitement.

Behind him, many Maoshan disciples saw this.

At this moment, they put down their weapons one after another.

He knelt down at Uncle Jiu:

"Please leave your past grudges and let us return to the Dao Alliance!"

Uncle Jiu still knows Beiyuan.

My junior brother doesn't have much opinion.

But his nature is absolutely not bad, and he is even kind and innocent.

In his early years, he studied art in Maoshan. This ninth junior brother was often bullied, but he just smiled.

Uncle Jiu's eyes were filled with tears, and he excitedly grabbed Master Beiyuan's hand:

"Okay, okay, junior brother, and you all get up!

Just come back, just come back..."

"Senior Brother Xie, Master Xie!"

Many Maoshan disciples stood up.

Seeing this, the rest of the Dao Alliance also lowered their vigilance.

"Junior brother, these are my two apprentices.

Nanchen, literary talent!”

"See Master Beiyuan!"

Nanchen and Wencai spoke one after another.

Bei Yuan nodded:

"well!"

At the same time, Taoist Simu, Taoist Qianhe, and Mamadi.

As well as Taoist Master Longfeng, Master Tieyu, etc., after hearing the sound of the wind, they all arrived here.

When Bei Yuan saw Taoist Simu, Taoist Qianhe and Mamadi, he became excited again.

"Sixth Brother, seventh Brother, eighth Brother!"

These three people ranked sixth, seventh in Four Eyes, and eighth in Chizuru.

When the three of them saw the Northern Yuan Dynasty, they all came to meet them.

Pat Bei Yuan's shoulder:

"It's good if you can turn back!"
To be continued...