After thinking for a while, Wang Tiezhu decided to go and see for himself what was going on, and then make plans.
He asked everyone to wait for the news on the hill, while he himself put on an unknown mask, transformed into Bai Jingfeng, and followed Zhou Huaying, who came to report the news, to the opening of the sect-protecting formation.
At this moment, outside the formation, a large number of monks wearing green and white robes were standing. The leader was a middle-aged man with a red face.
When the man saw Zhou Huaying coming, he stepped forward and said with a smile.
"Senior nephew Hua Ying, you are fine!"
Zhou Huaying responded politely, "Zhou Huaying, a disciple of Que Yufeng, has met Senior Sang, the master of Fuhuashan Sect!"
Wang Tiezhu on the side nodded secretly, looked at the middle-aged man, and said in his heart: "So he is the master of Fu Huashan, the old thief of the mourning dog..."
If Sang Quan knew that his name was called "Mourning Dog" by others, I don't know what he would think, but at this moment, his face was full of smiles and he said to Zhou Huaying through the light screen of the large array.
"Why should my nephew be so polite? Just call me Uncle Sang!"
"Yes, Uncle Sang..."
Zhou Huaying nodded, looked at the disciples behind Sang Quan and asked.
"I dare to ask Uncle Sang, what are you planning to do by bringing all the disciples to our Sword Sect with such great force?"
Sang Quan laughed and said.
"I heard that there were monsters causing trouble in the Jianlian Mountains, and they also injured the disciples who went to encircle and suppress them. I know that your sword sect, my nephew, has suffered a great loss of vitality due to the last demon-slaying battle, so you specially brought the most elite disciples of our sect with you.
Come to assist you! Open the magic circle quickly and let us in!"
"Oh? Uncle Sang is far away in the south, and he actually knows about this matter? It's true that good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles..."
After pretending to sigh, Zhou Huaying raised his hands and said to Sang Quan.
"Although I am very grateful to Uncle Sang for coming all the way from thousands of miles away, now that the demon trouble in the Sword Lotus Mountain Range has been eliminated, I won't bother the brothers in Fu Hua Mountain. Please come back, Uncle Sang!"
"Isn't this not good?"
Sang Quan still had a greasy fake smile on his face and continued.
"Master Nephew, we learned from Fu Huashan that your Sword Sect was in trouble, so we traveled day and night, under the stars and the moon, to get here. Even if there is no credit, there is still hard work, right?
You didn't even invite us in for a cup of tea and just drove us away. Is this the way the Northern Sect treats guests?"
Zhou Huaying smiled when he heard this and replied politely.
"Uncle Sang's words are serious. Our Sword Sect announced the closure of the mountain as early as half a year ago. The disciples of the sect no longer go out and no longer receive outside guests.
Since Uncle Master was able to find out about our disciples being injured by monsters so quickly, I believe he didn’t know about my Sword Sect’s sealing of the mountain, right?”
"Of course I know this..."
Sang Quan replied quietly: "But I think the rules are set by people. Since I, Fu Huashan, treat you Jian Sect with courtesy, shouldn't you also treat us with courtesy?
Otherwise, if word spreads that the Northern Sect has turned away guests from far away, I am afraid it will attract a lot of criticism..."
After hearing his meaningful words, Zhou Huaying's eyes flashed with light, and he puffed up his chest and said.
"If word spreads, just wear it out. I believe that justice is up to the people. Since our Sword Sect has already announced the closure of the mountain and thanked visitors, even if the gods from heaven come, they will not be able to take a step into our Sword Sect!"
& Sang Quan frowned when he heard this, and the false smile on his face finally slowly faded away.
"You really can't let us in?"
"No, Master Sang should go back early."
As soon as Zhou Huaying finished speaking, a disciple standing next to Sang Quan sneered loudly.
"Ha! What kind of Northern Sect! What kind of Sword Cultivator's Ancestral Court! In my opinion, it's not as good as the small sects like us in the mountains! We all know that when guests come, we have to entertain them well.
It's better for you, Feifan didn't entertain us, and even chased us away! I think it's a waste for you people to occupy such a good place. After all, morality is not worthy of the place, so you might as well move out early and let others occupy it!
"
When a Jianzong disciple who was guarding the formation heard this, he immediately said angrily: "What did you say?!"
"Shut up! You have no right to speak here!"
Sang Quan scolded the disciples around him, and then smiled at Zhou Huaying.
"Master Nephew, I am a scoundrel disciple who is always outspoken. I say whatever comes to my mind. I was so offended just now. I hope Master Nephew will not take it to heart..."
Wang Tiezhu raised his brows when he heard this, and his eyes shifted from him to the disciple who had just sneered, and his appearance was deeply imprinted in his mind.
"The apprentice of the mourning dog...Tsk, tsk, I have remembered you, and I will definitely take good care of you in the future..."
"He knows what it means to be outspoken..."
The Jianzong disciple who asked angrily wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Zhou Huaying.
"Okay, stop talking."
The disciple opened his mouth, but finally lowered his head without saying a word and looked fiercely at Sang Quan and the disciples beside him.
"Uncle Sang, I just thought about it, and what the junior brother said is somewhat true. It is really not appropriate to thank guests behind closed doors. It's just that no one has lived in our Jianzong courtyard for a long time, so it needs to be cleaned.
I have to trouble my uncle and fellow apprentices to wait here for a while. After the other courtyards are cleaned up, I will come and invite you to join the sect, how about that?"
This time it is difficult to reach Sangquanmeng.
He had already made plans to have a long-term quarrel with Zhou Huaying, but why did the other party suddenly give in?
Could it be that there is some conspiracy?
However, he thought about it for a while, and now Xiao Wanshan and Zhao Wufang should have gathered their manpower and are rushing this way. The top priority is to get inside the Litian Sword Sect first, and then think of a solution after the others get in.
After making up his mind, he smiled at Zhou Huaying.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. After all, we arrived suddenly, so it's reasonable for my nephew to be unprepared. Then we'll rest here for a while. After my nephew has packed up, he will inform us again."
Zhou Huaying agreed to them and took Wang Tiezhu back to Wuming Hill.
Seeing the two of them coming back, everyone rushed over to greet them.
"How is it? What did the old thief Mangou say?" Wu Sili asked the first question.
Wang Tiezhu then told them everything about the scene he saw and the conversation between Sang Quan and his senior brother.
After hearing his description, Zhang Tingruo frowned and muttered.
"He would rather wait outside for a while before entering our sect. What exactly does he want to do?"
Zhou Huaying smiled slightly and looked at Wang Tiezhu.
"Junior brother, what do you think?"
"The person who came here is not good and will lead the wolf into the house." Wang Tiezhu slowly spit out eight words.