After slapping Ding Minjun, the anger in Miejue's heart became less intense.
Then, she looked at Song Xuan and said, "Nephew, are you not with the Wudang army?"
"No!" Song Xuan shook his head and said, "I came here alone for some personal matters. By the way, did Master Tai meet other people from the Demon Cult along the way?"
Miejie nodded and said: "We encountered some ordinary demon sect members, but most of them were killed and retreated. Today's encounter with the Green-winged Bat King is the first time I have suffered a loss in Emei!"
Jingxu was her true disciple, and he was considered a master in the world. He died on the way before he could even reach the demon sect's lair. This loss was already not small.
As she spoke, she said with emotion: "The Devil's Cult has lost its leader since the death of the thirty-third generation leader Yang Dingtian. The left and right light envoys, the four guardian Dharma kings, the five scattered people, and the five flag bearers of gold, wood, water, fire and earth
As a result, everyone coveted the position of the leader of the cult, and they fought and killed each other. Since then, the Demonic Cult has declined.
If it weren't for their internal strife, even if we and the other five major sects send out troops at the same time today, it would probably be very difficult to destroy these demon sect monsters!"
When the disciples in Emei heard this, their faces were a little ugly.
The appearance of the Green-winged Bat King today alone has caused the Emei Sect to be so embarrassed. If the Demon Sect does not fight internally and the masters from all walks of life unite, I am afraid that if the six major sects join forces, they will probably be defeated.
Song Xuan smiled and did not continue the topic. Instead, he turned around and looked at the two people lying half on the sleigh outside the crowd.
One man and one woman.
The man's specific appearance cannot be discerned. He is in ragged clothes, unshaven, and unkempt, but his eyes are quite lively.
The woman's clothes were luxurious, but her face was swollen and she looked quite ugly. When she saw Song Xuan looking at her, she was not afraid at all and instead glared at him.
Seeing this, Song Xuan knew what was going on.
If nothing unexpected happened, the sloppy man was Zhang Wuji, who had achieved great success and had just left the mountain but broke his leg, and the woman was his childhood crush, Miss Zhuer.
"Master Tai, are these two disciples of Emei too?" Song Xuan looked at Miejie and asked.
"No!" Jue said: "These two people I met on the way had some quarrels with my Emei disciples and had a fight, so I took them down and took them on the road together."
"Oh?" Song Xuan showed surprise at the right time, "Master Tai is kind, but it's not like the rumors."
"What kind of rumors are they?" Miejie glanced at him and said, "Although I am known as Master Miejue, I never leave anyone alive in the Demon Sect!
Although these two people have some issues with me, Emei, they seem to have extraordinary skills, and they don't seem to be members of the devil's sect. I will not kill people at will until I know their identities.
Jianghu is said to be very big, but it is actually very small. The Demon Sect is facing a formidable enemy, and I don’t want to make any more enemies at will!"
"Master Tai is very considerate!"
After saying that, he asked again: "If this trip can destroy the demon sect, I wonder if Master Tai will have any plans?"
"Plan?" Miejie was silent for a moment and said: "Now that the demon sect is destroyed, the next step is to fulfill the last wish of our Emei ancestors, expel the Tartars, and restore the Central Plains!
It’s a pity that I’m getting older and I don’t know if I’ll still have the chance to see this day?”
Song Xuan smiled and said: "Master Tai is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, so naturally there is a chance!"
While the two were talking, a group of Emei disciples dispersed far away, sitting together in twos and threes, meditating and resting, or lighting a fire to cook, but most of their attention fell on Song Xuan.
"Although that man is young, he has extraordinary bearing. When talking to the master, his bearing is not weak at all. Is he really the third generation disciple of Wudang?"
"You can't be wrong! Master and I went to Wudang Mountain that day and saw the grace of this senior martial brother of Wudang Mountain. It is no exaggeration to say that he is truly amazing and talented!"
"Yes, my master slapped him in the face, but it was our master who suffered the loss. Otherwise, with our master's temper, would he be so polite to the younger generation?"
"Hush, I don't want to say this! I can only say that Junior Sister Zhou is so lucky to have found such a good match!"
Not far from a bonfire, Zhang Wuji was lying on a sled, listening to the whispers around him, and looked at the Wudang senior brother who seemed to be completely unrecognizable, and his expression couldn't help but change.
"That person is really my senior brother Song Qingshu who often bullied me when I was young?"
"We haven't seen each other for a few years, but he has become so charming that he can even chat and laugh with the leaders of the sect like Master Miejie?"
As both direct disciples of Wudang, Zhang Wuji felt quite uncomfortable when he looked at others and then at his own embarrassed appearance.
Especially when he heard the comments from the Emei disciples around him that Miss Zhou, who had been a favor to him in the past, was already engaged to Senior Brother Song, he felt even more uncomfortable, as if he had been pricked by needles.
At this moment, in the distance, Master Miejue suddenly stood up and looked around at the Emei disciples.
At this time, the sky had turned dark, and the moonlight shone on her face, which made her look a little pale.
But when Master Miejie said coldly: "Yang Xiao killed your uncle Gu Hongzi, and then killed Ji Xiaofu, and now Wei Yixiao has killed Jingxu. The Emei Sect and the Demon Sect have a sworn hatred!"
Since Patriarch Guo established the sect, the position of leader has been traditionally held by women, and men have never had a role. Let alone men, even women who have left the cabinet cannot hold the position of leader.
But now, at the critical moment of the decisive battle with the Demon Cult, our Emei Sect has reached a critical moment of life and death.
Next, anyone, including the master, may die in the decisive battle! Therefore, the position of leader can no longer stick to the rules!
Disciples, listen to your orders!"
As soon as the words fell, all the Emei disciples stood up and bowed one by one, waiting for the master's final order.
"In the next battle, any disciple of my Emei sect, whether a man or a woman who has already left the cabinet, and who can make great achievements, can pass on my mantle and become the next head of Emei!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Miejie roared loudly, haha, haha, and the laughter spread far across the desert, making all the disciples look at each other in silence.
Even the master has begun to worry about his funeral. The next battle will probably be extremely brutal.
Zhou Zhiruo, on the other hand, quietly stepped back and waved to Song Xuan.
Song Xuan started to catch up, and after the two of them were far away from the crowd, Zhou Zhiruo just said worriedly: "I heard what the master said, and I have already decided to die. What did you say to her?"
"It's nothing!" Song Xuan said with a faint smile: "I just told her that despite the internal strife of the Demon Cult now, when faced with the danger of destroying the Cult, most of the masters of the Demon Cult will come to protect the Cult.
Even if the six major factions can win, they will probably lose miserably. In the next battle, everyone may die.
so."
"So you asked my master to prepare for your death in advance, right?"
Zhou Zhiruo said worriedly: "Brother, will we all die?"