Everyone fell silent immediately, obviously still having some concerns. After all, once people become suspicious and want to dispel them, it cannot be done with just a few words.
The reason why Murong Fu asked Hong Lingbo to tell him the route to Guangmingding was just a temporary idea to establish a prestige in the martial arts world. However, since others did not believe it, he would not force it. There was no sadness or joy on his face, just like you It means to do whatever you want to do.
"I don't think it's better than this. Let's draw Master Murong's map, and then send a small group of disciples to check it out first. If the map matches, it won't be too late for the large army to go up the mountain?" A middle-aged scribe behind Yue Buqun suddenly came up. Beforehand, come up with a compromise.
Murong Fu glanced at the middle-aged scribe and couldn't help being slightly stunned. He couldn't remember who this person was?
"Elder Huashan Xian has always been known for his resourcefulness. I think this plan is feasible!" He Taichong was the first to agree.
The others, except Master Kongwen, all nodded slightly in agreement. Master Kongwen frowned slightly and glanced at the door from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone.
"Elder Xian?" Murong Fu murmured, and it took him a while to realize that this person was actually Xian Yutong. No wonder he couldn't remember that Xian Yutong was no longer the head of Huashan, but a member of the Huashan Hidden Sect. Elder.
"Master Kongwen, what can we do differently?" Song Yuanqiao found out that Kongwen didn't mean to agree, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Old monk..." Master Kong Wen just started to speak, but suddenly paused. After a while, a Shaolin disciple suddenly ran in from the door.
"Master Qi, Master Yuanzhen has arrived!" The disciple bowed in front of Master Kongwen and reported.
Master Kongwen's face flashed with joy, "Please come quickly!"
Everyone was confused, but Master Kongwen was so virtuous and highly respected that they didn't have any objections.
Not long after, a middle-aged monk wearing a Shaolin monk's robe walked in. He first saluted the masters with his hands clasped together, "Little monk Yuanzhen, I have met all the masters!"
All the major leaders stood up and returned the salute, saying that they didn't even dare to say so. After all, they heard that they were from the Yuan family, so if they were of the same generation as the other leaders, how could they really dare to receive such a gift from others.
When Murong Fu heard that the person who came was actually the villain Cheng Kun, he couldn't help but take a closer look. He saw that he was of medium build, with a slightly round face, a mustache on his upper lip, and no beard on his lower lip. His eyes were bright and restrained, and he had extraordinary internal strength. , and Murong Fu could still feel a faint cold aura emanating from him.
Yuan Zhen seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly turned to look at Murong Fu, with a questioning look in his eyes.
Murong Fu just smiled and nodded gently.
Yuan Zhen turned his head in confusion, walked up to Master Kongwen, bowed and saluted, "See you, three uncles!"
"Okay, you're welcome, tell us what good news you brought us!" Master Kongwen waved his hand and said straight to the point.
"Yes! After a lot of hard work, my nephew finally obtained the topographic map of the Demon Sect's Bright Summit!" Yuan Zhen said as he took out a slightly worn map from his sleeve.
As soon as these words came out, everyone except Murong Fu was shocked and hurriedly came forward. Many people looked at Murong Fu inexplicably, including Song Qingshu.
Hong Lingbo was shocked, turned to look at Murong Fu, and called out softly, "Master!"
Tingfeng even bent down and leaned into Murong Fu's ear, "Master, why don't we run away quickly!"
Hong Lingbo was okay, thinking that Murong Fu's map came from the Crystal Palace, but it was a bit strange that other people would have it, but Tingfeng knew very well that this road map did not come from the Crystal Palace at all, and he had never even heard the young master mention it before.
He made up the number eighty-nine on the spur of the moment, so naturally it would be best to leave here before anyone finds out.
Murong Fu shook his head in a funny way, "It doesn't matter!"
"Hey, it's almost the same as the route the girl said before!" He Taichong said in surprise.
The other heads looked at it carefully and then thought about the route that Murong Fu said. It was exactly the same. Even what Hong Lingbo said was more detailed. It was just that the defensive troops and horses marked on the map were slightly different. Of course,
This is also normal. The patrolling disciples of each sect change from time to time.
Since different people on both sides have obtained the same map, especially one of them from Shaolin people, it is obvious that this map is genuine.
Master Kongwen and Master Miejie both looked at Murong Fu deeply. Master Miejie said coldly: "I was a poor nun before. I wrongly blamed you!"
Others also looked at Murong Fu with a slightly apologetic look, but they could not say the words to apologize.
Murong Fu also glanced at Master Jue in surprise. He did not expect that although this old nun had a weird temper, he was upright and upright. He smiled and said: "Master, you are serious. Since there is no problem with the map, it is better to discuss the attack as soon as possible.
method!"
"Okay, I have heard that Xian Yutong in Huashan is a well-known think tank. How about asking him to be the military advisor?" Master Jue changed the subject and directly named Xian Yutong as the military advisor.
"I have no objection!" Master Kongwen nodded.
The other heads couldn't say anything against it.
Xian Yutong pretended to decline a few words, then readily agreed, and stepped forward to point on the map. Next to him, Yue Buqun's face remained as usual, but a chill flashed deep in his eyes.
Less than half an hour passed, and everyone finally finalized the encirclement and suppression plan. Naturally, Xian Yutong had the most opinions. Yuan Zhen added a few words from time to time, as if he knew Guangmingding very well, which made everyone feel a little confused.
He muttered, "I have never heard of such a number one person in Shaolin, but how could he be so familiar with the Demon Cult?"
As for Murong Fu, he watched with cold eyes from beginning to end without saying a word. In the end, he was arranged to attack with the Wudang Clan.
"In that case, I'll take my leave, little monk!" The attack plan was finalized, but Yuan Zhen put away the map and said his goodbyes.
"Master, walk slowly!" Regarding Yuan Zhen's behavior of putting away the map, everyone did not doubt him. After all, after such a long time, the map has been memorized by heart, and they don't care whether there are blueprints.
Song Yuanqiao took a deep look at Yuan Zhen's back and frowned slightly. He felt something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to suppress the doubts in his heart for the time being.
After Yuan Zhen left, Master Miejie showed a rare smile and said, "Everyone, now that everything has been planned, I would like to ask you to go back and rest early, recharge your batteries, and go to the Bright Summit early tomorrow morning!"
Others said goodbye one after another. Different from before, everyone's faces showed a relaxed look at this time. After all, Guangmingding has been the main altar of the Demon Cult for many years. It was just an encirclement and suppression. Now that there is a map, it is different.
, which can reduce casualties by at least 50%!
"Let's go too!" Murong Fu greeted Hong Lingbo and others and walked out first.
But not far from the tent, Song Yuanqiao's voice came over, "Mr. Murong!"
Murong Fu stopped and looked at Song Yuanqiao doubtfully, "I wonder if Senior Song has any advice?"
"Haha, the young master is someone who has sat down with his master to discuss things. Song really doesn't dare to take the title of senior. If the young master doesn't dislike it, how about we discuss friendship as equals?" Song Yuanqiao's words were somewhat modest and generous.
Murong Fu raised his brows slightly and glanced at him in surprise. Seeing his gentle and elegant demeanor, he thought he was a gentle and elegant gentleman. Unexpectedly, he also had a bold side. He immediately smiled and said: "In that case,
I’ll be bold enough to call you Brother Song!”
"Okay, then Song will call you brother Murong!" Song Yuanqiao's rather serious face had a slight smile. In fact, with his steady and down-to-earth character, he would never easily call himself brother to a young boy with unknown good and evil, but
When his master Zhang Sanfeng once mentioned Murong Fu, he not only praised him highly, but also called him "Murong's little brother", which meant that he was a friend of the same generation.
Of course, he would not say this, otherwise he would have to call Murong Fu his senior? In addition, Guangmingding requires full cooperation with the Murong family, so it is best to have a good relationship first.
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"I wonder what Brother Song is calling me for?" Murong Fu asked doubtfully, feeling secretly anxious in his heart, "If you have anything to do, please tell me quickly. I have something else to do!"
"It's nothing important. The Murong family has come all the way. I'm afraid they haven't prepared a tent. Wudang happens to have two extra ones, so why not give them to Brother Murong!"
"I thought it was such a big deal!" Murong Fu muttered secretly in his heart, with a look of gratitude on his face, "Thank you so much to Brother Song, but at this time, brother still has some important things to deal with, so I will hand over the tent first
This is my disciple, please say goodbye first!" After Murong Fu finished speaking, he pointed to Hong Lingbo beside him, and then he swayed and disappeared into the moonlight.
"Huh, how uneducated!" Song Qingshu couldn't help but snorted coldly and said softly.
Even though he spoke in a very soft voice, everyone present except Hong Lingbo, who was not a person with extraordinary internal strength, heard it clearly.
Song Yuanqiao frowned and turned back to glare at Song Qingshu.
But the four daughters of Lianxing were not so easy to talk to. Lianxing immediately said: "My young master left in such a hurry. I guess he must have something very important to do. Since he made this young hero so dissatisfied, the tent
It’s okay not to!”
"Humph, the young master can come when he wants and leave when he wants. It's none of your business!" Tingfeng was the most sharp-tongued and rude in his words.
Yao Yue said nothing, but her sleeves and robes swelled slightly, and the sharp cold light in her eyes seemed to be real. She stared at Song Qingshu closely, as if she might take action at any time.
As for Chui Xue, he just stood behind everyone, holding a long sword in his hand, waiting for the wind's command to take action.
Hong Lingbo was a little confused at first, but as she was clever and good at observing words and expressions, she quickly guessed the matter and looked at Song Qingshu with an unkind look.
Song Qingshu's face turned slightly pale, as if the people standing opposite him were not four cute quadruplets, but four savage beasts. He felt his hands and feet were cold, and he felt regretful in his heart. (To be continued)