After Zhou Aotian and the four of them left with the corpses of the two great masters, Meng Qinghe's twelve girls stood still, recalling the previous fighting situation, gradually feeling themselves and understanding the sword's intention.
The swordsmanship of the two great masters was extremely exciting to them. Under such circumstances, their swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds.
After a while, a female nun sighed softly: "It's better to be a great master!"
She felt that what she gained from this fight was better than the training and training she had undergone since receiving the initiation.
"Sister Meng, we should ask the Grand Master to take action."
"It's exactly what makes the Grand Master so satisfying."
"Under the great master, the harvest is really too little and not worth it."
"Hey." Meng Qinghe laughed and said: "You guys are so loud. How can the Grand Master be so easy to deal with? If you are not careful, your life will be in danger."
"It doesn't matter, the abbot is here."
"That's right, even after death, you can still stay in this world and enter the abbot's Xiaoxitian Paradise."
"I just don't know if the Xiaoxi Paradise Paradise built by the current abbot has been completed. I really want to see it."
"You'd have to die if you wanted to see it."
"Then forget it."
"Actually, life and death are nothing."
"It's boring to live."
"It's actually pretty good."
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They talked a lot, and the fight just now seemed like a dream, leaving no excitement in their hearts.
They don't care so much about life and death.
Although he is young, his soul has endured too much pain. Although he has been repaired by the Pure Heart Mantra and infiltrated by Buddhist scriptures, he still cannot hide his fatigue.
Sometimes I feel that dying is a relief and a joy.
After some discussion, they began to clear the ground to remove all the blood stains and dispel the smell of blood.
After a while, there were no traces left, and the air returned to its freshness and fragrance.
At this time, Hu Yunxuan came to King Kong Villa with two guards.
The two guards were stopped by her wave of hands, preventing them from entering.
Meng Qinghe and the others came out to greet her and welcomed her into the courtyard.
Hu Yunxuan kept looking at it from the moment she entered the door. She also looked at it after entering the front yard. She always felt something was different.
Meng Qinghe smiled and said: "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
"Something's not right." Hu Yunxuan shook her head and said, "I always feel something is different."
Meng Qinghe said: "The abbot was here before."
"Oh?" Hu Yunxuan said, "Does Monk Fakong have any arrangements?"
Meng Qinghe shook his head slightly: "I just gave you some pointers on our practice. Why are you here, Your Highness?"
Under normal circumstances, Hu Yunxuan came to bed at night and fell deeply into sleep while reciting Buddhist sutras and had a good night's sleep.
It’s rare to come here at this time.
"I heard the news." Hu Yunxuan sneered: "A group of demons and monsters came out to run wild!"
Meng Qinghe said: "It has been cleared. Your Highness does not need to interfere in these matters."
"Wuchang Sword Sect will also come?" Hu Yunxuan said: "You can't deal with them!"
"Can Your Highness stop them?" Meng Qinghe asked with a smile: "I'm afraid it's not possible, right?"
They passed through two moon gates and came to a courtyard.
This is a quiet and simple courtyard, located adjacent to the east side hall, but it is a specially built guest room.
Hu Yunxuan usually stayed here at night, bathing in the sound of wooden fish and chanting sutras, and fell asleep. She fell into a deep sleep, and her body was smooth. It was better than taking medicine, and it had infinite benefits for her body's nourishment and recovery.
"I don't believe they dare to attack me!" Hu Yunxuan snorted.
"Why are you doing this, Your Highness?" Meng Qinghe said, "We can handle it."
"Don't be so harsh." Hu Yunxuan said: "You have only learned swordsmanship for a long time, how can you possibly defeat the Wuchang Sword Sect? Moreover, I heard people say that the next time the Wuchang Sword Sect sends out a great master."
"It may not be the Grand Master." Meng Qinghe said: "It's possible that they don't bother to send out the Grand Master."
As one of the four major sects, the Impermanence Sword Sect must be extremely arrogant. How could it be possible to easily use the Grand Master?
The key is the identity of King Kong Villa.
The abbot is a disciple of Vajra Temple, and the other temple he built is even lower than the Vajra Temple, let alone the Vajra Temple.
Kongang Temple is one of the 108 temples of the Daxueshan Sect.
If the mere King Kong Academy requires the Grand Master of the Wuchang Sword Sect to be dispatched, wouldn’t the Wuchang Sword Sect be invisibly lowered by one level than the Snow Mountain Sect?
The subtlety of this is incomprehensible to ordinary people, but it is very important to the top leaders of the Wuchang Sword Sect.
At their level, what they compete for is not only interests, but also intangible things, reputation, majesty and influence.
"Wuchang Sword Sect..." Hu Yunxuan curled her lips: "They are cruel and ruthless, but they don't have so many scruples."
"Then the soldiers will come to block the water and flood the soil." Meng Qinghe said with a smile: "You don't have to come, Your Highness."
"Can you stop the Grand Master of the Wuchang Sword Sect?" Hu Yunxuan looked at them suspiciously and shook her head.
She didn't believe it.
She was familiar with Meng Qinghe and the others and knew their experiences, but she had only been taught by Fakong for half a month.
Even if they learn unparalleled swordsmanship, they cannot master it in just half a month, and their power is limited.
No matter how exquisite the swordsmanship of Divine Monk Fakong is, even comparable to that of Dugu Xia Qing, he still cannot be much better than the Wuchang Sword Sect.
The swordsmanship of the Wuchang Sword Sect is a peerless swordsmanship that is rare in the world.
The swordsmanship is similar, but the Grand Master of Wuchang Sword Sect has practiced for decades and nearly a hundred years, but they have only practiced for half a month, and their cultivation level is not that of Grand Master.
No matter how you look at it, there is a huge difference. There is no difference between taking action against the great master of the Wuchang Sword Sect and seeking death.
It's useless even if there are many of them.
At this level, more or less people have little impact.
"How will you know if you haven't tried it?" Meng Qinghe said.
"It seems that you are not afraid of death at all." Hu Yunxuan said: "But I can't just watch you die! ... Where is Master Fakong?"
"The abbot won't be here for the time being. There are still things over there." Meng Qinghe said: "The abbot is also very busy."
"Hey." Hu Yunxuan shook her head.
Meng Qinghe said: "Dayun martial arts masters have been invading Shenjing, assassinating important figures, and even assassinating the abbot."
"...Yes." Hu Yunxuan nodded: "But this is not the decision of the imperial court, but the behavior of each martial arts sect."
"The four major sects are taking the lead, right?"
"No," Hu Yunxuan said: "It shouldn't be something that happened to the four major sects. It was a joint effort by all the sects in the martial arts world."
When she said this, she shook her head.
The four major sects have kept a low profile over the years and rarely get involved in martial arts affairs.
The Tianhai Sword Sect was invaded from the south, and the Guangming Holy Sect was invaded from the east. None of the four major sects joined in on a large scale. Occasionally, a few disciples sneaked in to sharpen their skills. All were taken by various martial arts sects.
In this operation, both the south and east sides suffered heavy losses.
Not to mention the south side, the Tianhai Sword Sect actually set up a trap to assassinate each sect in the Dayun Wulin.
There were no traps on the Great Guangming Peak, so the result was a loss of troops and generals, and they were hit hard by the Guangming Holy Cult.
The reason why the Holy Sect of Light was able to display its might and severely inflict heavy losses on the masters of various sects this time was because of the appearance of a powerful figure named Xu Zhijian.
Xu Zhijian was originally a genius and the youngest elder of the Guangming Holy Religion. He originally thought that he was young and had the weakest cultivation, so there was nothing serious about him, so he let him go after two failed assassinations.
Never expected him, he suddenly transformed at a critical moment, killing many great masters in one breath with the attitude of Buddha blocking Buddha and God blocking God. He was invincible and became famous in one battle.
The various martial arts sects were originally dissatisfied with the four major sects, and felt that it would be better if they did not take action, so as not to compete with them for credit.
After all, they want to perform meritorious service in exchange for benefits from the imperial court. Once the four major sects take action, each of them will have nothing to do.
Now they are unanimously calling on the four major sects to take action. They cannot let the Holy Sect of Light and the Tianhai Sword Sect be so rampant, and they must give the two sects some color.
"Senior Sister Yuanchun, someone is here." A female nun suddenly floated into the small courtyard, holding a wooden tray in her hand with two cups of tea on it, and presented it to the two of them, and said smoothly.
"It came so quickly." Meng Qinghe took the tea cup: "How long has it been since then? Is it from the Wuchang Sword Sect?"
The nun's big eyes were pure and moving, and she said softly: "Their clothes are white on the upper body and black on the lower body. Are they the masters of the Wuchang Sword Sect?"
"Yes." Meng Qinghe nodded and looked at Hu Yunxuan: "Your Highness, you take a rest first, and I'll go and meet you for a while."
"Sister Yuanchun, there are four great masters in total." The nun said softly.
"Let everyone go." Meng Qinghe put down the tea cup: "Let Zhao Xiu'e hide in the dark and don't come out."
"Yes." The innocent nun floated away.
"Four great masters!" Hu Yunxuan also put down the tea cup, stood up and said, "You can't handle it."
With three against one of the four great masters, it was impossible for them to defeat them. They had no choice but to block them by themselves.
She turned around and walked out.
"Your Highness!" Meng Qinghe said hurriedly.
Hu Yunxuan waved her hands and continued walking out. When she came to the vestibule of the main hall, she saw four middle-aged men.
The robes they wore had a black base, and were white from the collar to the hem to the middle. They looked very special.
As soon as people saw this special clothes, they knew that he was a disciple of the Wuchang Sword Sect.
The four people stood with their hands behind their backs, like four swords coming out of their cases, with their sharp points exposed. The air in the entire front yard seemed to be filled with sword energy, and it was very cold.
Hu Yunxuan wanted to escape inexplicably.
This feeling of danger made her body stiffen and her face stiffen as she gritted her teeth and glared at the four middle-aged men.
They all looked up at the sky and then towards the main hall.
There is a golden Buddha statue enshrined in the main hall. It is said that it is the sacred monk who founded the temple in the first generation of Kongang Temple. It has a big face and big ears, and is gentle and generous.
They didn't seem to know that Hu Yunxuan was coming, nor did they know that Meng Qinghe and the others were coming. They just stood with their hands behind their hands and looked at the Buddha statue in the main hall.
Meng Qinghe glanced at Hu Yunxuan helplessly and shook his head.
Hu Yunxuan snorted and said, "Who are you?"
The four middle-aged men looked over, like four swords piercing through the air. Cold light shot straight into their eyes, and they couldn't help but want to close their eyes.
Hu Yunxuan felt this way.
She felt her eyes hurt and couldn't help but want to cry.
Meng Qinghe formed a seal with his hands, and a heart-purifying mantra fell on Hu Yunxuan's head. Immediately, the nectar fell into his mind, and the feeling of crying disappeared.
Meng Qinghe said: "Are the four masters of the Wuchang Sword Sect?"
The middle-aged man in front of him had a handsome appearance, but was as cold as ice. He glanced at Meng Qinghe indifferently, without even looking at Hu Yunxuan: "For the sake of Divine Monk Fakong, if you leave Yunjing now, I can spare your lives."