"Senior Li Qi! The real person of Chimei did evil, but he was full of disciples and grandchildren, and was respected by future generations. The uncle of the Qingqi Grand Master, should have been like this, but in the end he could only rot, wither, and destroy in the dark and narrow cave! It took five hundred years to wait!" Song Mingting said with a solemn face and excitedly.

Under the pressure of the eyes of all the real people, he had no intention of stage fright, neither humble nor arrogant, and made intense speeches.

"If Grand Master Qingfeng did not suffer this disaster, his lineage would have flourished branches and leaves and strong people emerged today. Who is the one who harmed Grand Master Qingfeng? You sent the Red Eyebrow Real Person! Today you still have to cover up your crimes? Is there any justice in the world? Is this the way of your Chunyang Sect?" Song Mingting asked loudly.

Bai Hu Zhenren opened his mouth to argue, but Song Mingting snatched the first.

"Don't tell me that this is just the personal behavior of the Red Eyebrow Real Person! If it weren't for the fact that the Chunyang Sect had not taken action to cover up the secrets of heaven, my sect would not have found any clues! Ask seniors, have you never thought that one day you might end up in this situation? At that time, did you hope that the truth would be revealed or that you would be buried all the time?!"

It was silent, and for a moment, the sound of needle falling in the Chunyang Palace was so quiet that it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of needle falling.

In fact, Song Mingting's last sentence was already very rude, and it was more like a curse. But the Chunyang Sect real person present did not speak for a while. Even the real person Li Qi's face was just a white blush and did not take action in anger.

Because although Song Mingting's last sentence was unpleasant, the previous words were simply heart-wrenching.

Cultivators seek the Tao, but understanding the mind and seeing the nature is true. All the real people in my Tao have understood my Tao. Taking their own Tao as the standard, they cannot deceive themselves what is right and what is wrong. If they act against their original intention, then the "Tao" will definitely be damaged!

"Okay! Well said!" After a while, Shansu Zhenren spoke first. With his serious and rigid personality, it is rare to praise a junior like this.

Not only Shansu Zhenren, Canggua Zhenren, Junyang Zhenren and others all looked at Song Mingting with admiration. Although Junyang Zhenren's face was not good-looking, they were quite appreciative of Song Mingting's performance.

To be honest, he had never paid attention to the two disciples brought by Song Mingting. The Zanggua Zhenren and others, Song Qingyi and Song Mingting, were more eye-catching. With the eyes of Junyang Zhenren, you can see at a glance that Song Qingyi is a genius disciple of Guizang Sword Pavilion, and is not much worse than the most genius disciples of the Chunyang Sect.

But it’s just that. When he reaches the realm of Junyang Zhenren, even if he is a genius disciple, he can only take a few more glances at him, and it is not enough for him to face it, because a genius who has not grown up is just a genius.

Junyang Zhenren didn’t even care much about Song Qingyi, so how could he care about Song Mingting?

But Song Mingting's firm words really made him look at him. Therefore, even though Song Mingting was a disciple of Guizang Sword Pavilion and had just cursed him, Junyang Zhenren still felt admiration in his heart.

But no matter how much you appreciate, things still have to be done.

Junyang Zhenren coughed lightly, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said, "Brother Zanggua, three seniors, and fellow Taoists, this matter is indeed the fault of my ancestors. We will present Cuicuofeng with both hands. Master Li Qi and junior brother Qingyan will also follow you to worship Senior Qingqi to comfort Senior Qingqi's spirit in the sky. In addition, I, Chunyang Sect, will also offer some guilty orders to express our apology. But--"

The Zanggua Zhenren and others all turned their attention to the Junyang Zhenren, waiting for him to finish their words.

"But can this matter not be publicized and become a small matter? If fellow Taoist agrees, all the Chunyang Sect will be grateful for Guizang Jiange's past."

The true man of Zanggua had an obscure expression, and even the most angry Zhenren Shansu, who was the most angry, suddenly subsided most of his anger.

Song Mingting stood with his head down, his eyes flashing slightly. The last sentence of Junyang Zhenren was not just literal, he also expressed the meaning of alliance. As long as he agreed to not make this public, Chunyang Sect will form an alliance with them Guizang Sect. If they encounter any crisis in Guizang Sect in the future, Chunyang Sect will take action.

This is also the reason why the anger of the master sect's real person suddenly faded a lot. Although the master sect's real person is not as clear as he knows about the current situation of the sect, he must have known a little bit, and Junyang's real person's words undoubtedly made a promise.

To be honest, even though he has been a human being for two lifetimes, he can't help but want to agree on the place of the head sect's real person.

At this moment, Junyang Zhenren's face suddenly changed slightly, and then Li Qi Zhenren, Zi Xiao Zhenren and others also changed their colors.

Not long after, a sound came from outside the hall.

"The Changqing Sect's Maobai Zhenren, the Taishang Sect's Lingxiao Zhenren, the Bodhi Temple Zen Master Queyue, the Guizang Sword Pavilion Liuhe Zhenren, and the Qiuli Zhenren, you are going to arrive!"

Then, the six figures stepped into the hall.

Song Mingting sighed slightly in his heart, completely discarded the hesitation in his heart, and looked at the six people walking in.

The first one was an old Taoist, who had white hair and beards. He looked like Ji Bishan Su, Huo Chi and Jin Huang, both were much bigger, but they were energetic.

The old Taoist looked kind and elegant, wearing a dark green Taoist robe with a large number of flower and leaf patterns embroidered on it, with gold-rolled edges on the corners, full of vitality, and emerald green light constantly drifted out on his body, forming a green cypress. As soon as he came in, the tense atmosphere in the hall seemed to melt like the spring breeze and snow.

Next to the old Taoist was a middle-aged Taoist, with deep eyebrows and cold temperament. He was wearing a white Taoist robe, embroidered with a blue gossip and a nine-level sky pattern. There was blue light floating around his body, forming the shape of a crane. The crane shadow was swaying, lonely, cold and arrogant, and like a surging into the sky, making people dare not look at him. This person must have looked extremely handsome when he was young, so when he was middle-aged, he still had a lonely and cold handsome aura on his body.

On the other side of the old Taoist was an old monk. The old monk was thin and solemn, but his face seemed to be naturally merciful. The old monk wore a light green monk's robe, which was clean and without any patterns. Sanskrit was constantly floating out of his body, faintly forming a waft of moon, and every move exuded a natural Zen meaning.

Behind these two monks, there were three people.

The most eye-catching thing is a woman. Her eyebrows are as dark as distant, her eyes are as beautiful as autumn water, her texture is proud of the clear frost color, and her fragrance is filled with autumn dew. Her whole body seems to be shiny in a pool of autumn water, and she is only wearing a black and white long skirt, but she is extremely gorgeous and beautiful and speechless. She is really as bright as the sun rises in the morning glow, and as bright as a fuzzy wave!

Next to the woman was a middle-aged Taoist who was not angry and powerful. The Taoist was tall and handsome. He had a huge sword box on his back, and silver lights surged around him, forming a shield with complex patterns on his face.
Chapter completed!