"How is this arranged? It's completely unreasonable. Why should I, the Welding Knife Sect, be ranked behind the Rookie Sect? I, the deputy head of the Welding Sword Sect, single-handedly joined the Rookie Sect three months ago. At that time, all the Rookie Sects were ranked third and third. One hundred and eighty-seven people, how dare one of them fart?"
Before the hour arrived, a total of eighty-nine guests, including twenty-seven sects, various sects, and individual guests, had already arrived with longing and passion.
Even Master Qin Yuliu, Master Li and two other Masters also wore brand-new Confucian robes and sat cross-legged in the corner to accompany them.
At the same time, all ninety-two members of Qiugong Pavilion arrived.
In the overall order, because Qiugong Pavilion itself is the host and can view the wordless monument at any time, naturally it is at the back or on both sides. The seven people from Shuiyue Temple, Hui Ruqing, Master Pujing, etc. are first, followed by Lingjian Sect, Hehuan Sect, Fengqing Villa, Xunyang Tower, Taiyi Hall, Kushengmen, Caobangshuihui and so on.
In the seventh-step stone railing directly in front, the wordless monument has not yet arrived, but the order of seating has aroused strong dissatisfaction among everyone.
The person speaking at this time is the leader of the Hukou Hall of the Welding Knife Sect, who is also the speaker of the Welding Knife Sect. Judging from his blood energy fluctuations, he should be in the seventh level, but he is very domineering with a heavy back, long beard and long beard.
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden debate all around.
Another beautiful woman from the Hehuan sect, with heavy make-up and all kinds of charm, stood up, bowed to Mrs. Li and others, and said with a sweet smile: "I am Lin Jiao, the master of the Fengzi Hall of the Hehuan sect. I have met all of you. I am Lin Jiao. I am also dissatisfied, thinking that although our Hehuan Sect is not a high-end sect or a secluded sect, nor does it have many masters, it has disciples all over the world.
No matter whether it is money, beauty or influence in the world, the Spirit Sword Sect is not comparable to it. Why is the Spirit Sword Sect superior to our Hehuan Sect? This matter is extremely inappropriate. "
The person who spoke to the Lingjian sect was the girl Zhao Li. She didn’t know how to resolve yesterday’s matter, so she returned to her coldness: “How can the Hehuan sect’s place of hiding filth and evil people compare with my Lingjian sect? What a joke. .”
"Hey!" Hall Master Lin Jiao smiled coquettishly, "Sister, you don't want to hear what I'm saying. Where is the filth hiding in it? Why don't you come and listen?"
After all, it was a big sect with a good influence. Zhao Li couldn't refute him face to face, so he could only reply with a heavy "Humph".
"Ha ha……"
A middle-aged scribe in Fengqing Villa stood up and said with a smile: "In terms of influence, my family in Fengqing Villa started with poetry, calligraphy, etiquette and music, and the Six Arts of a Gentleman. The scholars under my sect are not only good at sword dancing. From the first year of Tianshou to the present, there have been ten outstanding scholars. Three Jinshi, scholars, peasants, industrialists, and merchants, how can they be compared with the Hehuan sect? Why are the Hehuan sect sitting in front of me?"
"What you said is wrong!"
Before Lin Jiaotang's expression changed, he became angry. A talking head of the Cao Gang Shui Gui stood up in awe, "As for the level of martial arts, that's all. When it comes to influence, I have 300,000 disciples in the Cao Gang, and every year The amount of food and grass transported by water from north to south and east to west exceeds hundreds of millions. Who among the hundreds of millions of people in our great Zhou Dynasty has not received our favor?"
"I, the Goushan sect, are not convinced!"
"Have I, the Ghost Sword Sect, ever been afraid of anyone?"
…
The scene once fell out of control and became a state of comparison.
It's like the morning market in a vegetable market, noisy.
"If this is Jianghu, it will really make people lose the beauty in their hearts."
Qin Yuliu's long hair was blowing in the wind, and there was a bit of coldness on his face.
Master Jiang said in a rough voice: "How can a group of despicable and opportunistic Jianghu sects support themselves in Jianghu? Even if there are masters from Shenqian Villa, Duanyang Tower, Shaolin, and Wudang, how can they do such nonsense? So far?"
As he said this, he looked at the old god-like, melon-like Li Fuzi: "What kind of arrangement Xin Zhuo has made is really hard to understand."
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"Everyone in Qiugong Pavilion, please come out and explain something, otherwise we will be really upset!"
In the midst of the noise, the leader of the Hehuan sect, Lin Jiao, became angry and couldn't help but speak angrily.
"That's right!"
Various sects, forces, and scattered people were making disturbances and shouting.
Li Fuzi, Qin Yuliu and others couldn't help but look at Xin Zhuo and Yi Kui who were in the corner.
However, he saw that Xin Zhuo had already stood up and walked to the field. Since today was a special day, he had also put on the white Confucian shirt and robe of the academy master. He was already tall and handsome, but now his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his temperament was refined. His eyes lit up when he saw him, and he praised: What a handsome young man.
At Shuiyue An's seat, Hui Ruqing's pair of shining eyes followed Xin Zhuo's movements, and she couldn't help but purse her lips and chuckle.
Master Pu Jing next to her glanced at her, who immediately sat upright with a solemn expression.
"Meet you all!"
Xin Zhuo cupped his hand as a courtesy, "I am Xin Zhuo, the master of Yi Kui in the Qiugong Pavilion. I am willing to help you clear up your doubts."
"Ha! What a handsome young man. He is so tight."
Hall Master Lin Jiao's anger was inexplicably relieved by more than half, she covered her mouth and smiled softly, "Tell me, sister, I will do anything to you today."
These words were so ambiguous that Xin Zhuo almost lost his temper.
Frankly speaking, some of the beauty of the world in his heart has also dissipated a lot. He originally thought that the world of martial arts was all chivalrous, cold, and full of conspiracies.
This damn déjà vu of walking down the street and bargaining and changing prices with vendors is so disappointing.
No wonder what Li Xiyue talks about is just trivial. According to reports, martial arts forces in the world are divided into gangs, sects, associations, villas, buildings, pavilions, sects, sects, etc.
"Zong" is a kind of extreme, which means patriarchal etiquette. It has a long inheritance and a long history. Those who dare to call it a sect are probably only a few in the world.
"Men" comes second, meaning a portal. To become a portal, it must have accumulated over hundreds of years. The disciples will be extremely broad, and there will be many masters.
The word "Zongmen" also represents something extremely high-end.
The second is "building" and "ge". If you want to build a building or a pavilion, you must reach a certain height and have your own strict laws and methods of practicing martial arts and making money.
Then, the "village" is similar to a private power, or a family with the same surname. There are amazing and talented people who create their own martial arts and do not teach it to outsiders.
Finally, gangs, guilds, and sects have become a bit of a bad street. Three, five, or dozens of people gather together, and the whole name, whether it is a gang, a sect, or a guild, must be known.
Therefore, words such as "ganghui" and "gang" sound very low-end and punishing.
Of course, there are also stupid young people who do not follow the routines, only talk about domineering, and start random things like "Donkey Egg Gate" and "Shit House". Outsiders will naturally look down upon them, but they cannot destroy other people's entire families just because of a mere name.
Xin Zhuo calmed down, first looked at the leader of the Welding Knife Sect, and said with a smile: "What this hero said is true, the deputy leader of the noble sect has a very high martial arts level and good methods, and the rookie sect is indeed not as good as him. "
The leader of the Welding Knife Sect looked up to the sky and laughed: "Young man is right, I admire you very much, so..."
"So, this position cannot be moved."
Xin Zhuo ignored the other party's stunned look and looked at the crowd: "Although the Welding Knife Sect is now stronger, as far as I know, an elder of the Rookie Sect is in retreat. I am afraid that when he comes out soon, he will have the martial arts realm and chaos. If you kill them all, who will lose and who will win, who can tell clearly?"
The face of the leader of the Welding Knife Sect changed slightly.
The talker of the rookie faction, who had been feeling aggrieved for a long time, stood up suddenly, his face flushed: "What this young master said is true. Once Elder Gou of my rookie faction comes out of seclusion, the outcome is still in doubt. Maybe he can still lead Let our faction break into another world."
Unexpectedly, Xin Zhuo poured cold water on him again: "You don't have to be happy. Breaking through the martial arts realm is extremely dangerous. Thousands of meridians and veins are wrong in one place and everywhere. It's common for you to become possessed and become paralyzed. You guys What if Elder Jiagou fails? There are no such examples, right?"
The rookie speaker turned pale and was speechless.
The leader of the Welding Knife Sect also scratched his hair, not knowing why.
Hall Master Lin Jiao's eyes flashed, and she said with a sweet smile: "What do you mean, young master? It makes my heart beat wildly and I can't even stand still."
Not far away, Hui Ruqing rolled her eyes imperceptibly.
