Li Bai stood in the first place and asked: "Master Kongxing, have you seen with your own eyes that it is the devil Ji Ruge?"
Kongxing replied: "My junior brother Kongming, the elder of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, saw it personally."
The old monk Kongming in the Sutra Pavilion behind Kongxing ran down and said to everyone in panic:
"Holding a sword with a green scabbard and a red handle, he is able to wield a fast sword with outstanding dexterity and amazing speed. Who is he if he is not Ji Ruge! He even admitted that he is Ji Ruge!"
"Green scabbard, red handle, fast sword..." Libei analyzed: "This is exactly the same as Ji Ruge's method of committing crimes a few years ago. I don't know how to deal with Elder Kongxing inviting us here today. Law?"
Kongxing raised his Zen staff slightly and threw it on the ground. He looked helpless and sighed: "To be honest with you, the old monk has nothing to do, so he invites you here to discuss it together."
Everyone heard the words and started talking. On one side, Abbot Qingyi of Tianxuan Temple stood up with his hands clasped together and asked, "I wonder if Elder Kongming has seen the appearance of that devil with his own eyes?"
Hearing this, the old monk Kongming put his hands together and saluted, "I saw it with my own eyes. He has a square face and a straight nose. He is in his thirties, has long hair, and has a figure similar to that of the donor, a little thin."
After he finished speaking, he pointed at Zhang Ding, who was standing on the side of Luo Congsheng, the master of Anning Guan, "It's just that the devil is not as tall as Guanzhu Luo, the disciple."
Abbot Qingyi continued to ask: "Can Elder Kongming still draw the appearance of the devil?"
The old monk Kongming replied: "Of course it can."
Abbot Qingyi replied: "This is easy to handle. Why not draw a portrait of him and let us Jiangnan sects send people to search for the devil?"
Abbot Kongxing waved his hand and replied:
"Elder Qingyi doesn't know. Three years ago, when I was traveling north to Taiyuan, the demon was making trouble in that generation and killed the leader of the Taiyuan Sword Sect. I also saw the portrait of the demon.
At that time, several major sects were spreading hero posts all over the place to catch the devil. However, as soon as that year passed, Ji Ruge disappeared without a trace.
It is said that this person's whereabouts are erratic, elusive and extremely difficult to find.
Using portraits to find people is not an effective method. "
Xiaoyu swung his feet on one side, curled his lips, and thought to himself: "The old man's bone-shaping and disguising technique has declined due to the decline of the Qingcheng school. It has been lost for many years. How do you guys know about this devil?" 'But he is someone who can change a person's face. Besides, I killed a group of sanctimonious guys. Death is not a pity. You are the only fools who don't know the truth."
The world is like this. If Chen Daofeng could expose Kong Jian's secret practice of the sinister bone-destroying palm technique, he would have no need to ask someone from the seventh floor to take action.
Kongxing knew that his junior brother was secretly practicing sinister skills, but he just turned a blind eye. How could the reputation of a century-old temple be destroyed in his hands.
That's how it is with people. Sometimes, reputations involve interests, and when it's time to let go, you can't.
...
Hearing this, everyone started talking again.
While they were discussing, a voice called out: "Do you know the origin of that Ji Ruge?"
This person is none other than the white-haired scholar Ruan Qingchou.
Ruan Qingchou has already heard of Ji Ruge's name, but he has always been famous and has never met him.
He and Chen Daofeng were close friends. This time he traveled back to the south of the Yangtze River. To avenge his friend, he pointed out the road to the seventh floor. Unexpectedly, the person on the seventh floor who went on a mission would be Ji Ruge, who had swept the world a few years ago.
He traveled around the world, and no one knew how he was born. Many people knew him, but they only knew that he was a white-haired scholar from all walks of life.
Ruan Qingchou, who has a willow-leaf sword in the shape of a belt and has white hair and white eyebrows, is always happy to be clean.
Among the people present who knew him were Libei, the Li Zong of Lushan, and Qingyi, the abbot of Tianxuan Temple who had traveled all over the world.
They knew Ruan Qingchou, but they had only heard about it, never seen it in person.
Li Bai took a look and saw that the man was wearing green clothes and had white hair. He was in his thirties, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He chose a high platform in the corner of the school ground to stand on to avoid getting wet under his feet.
Li Bei said in surprise: "Your Excellency, you are the white-haired scholar Ruan Qingchou, Mr. Ruan?"
Ruan Qingchou traveled around the world and was well-informed. When he saw that Libei was ranked first on the left, all the factions in the south of the Yangtze River held a meeting. Among the sword sects who could be ranked first on the left, except for the Li sect in Lushan, no one dared to occupy this position, so he guessed Libei's identity. Nine times out of ten.
"This is Mr. Li Beili, the head of the Li Sect of the sword-making family? I have long admired his name." Ruan Qingchou held an umbrella in front of him, cupped his fists and saluted.
"Long time admiration, long time admiration, Jianghu Baixiao Ruan Qingchou, I have heard about it for a long time." Li Bai saw the white-haired scholar and knew his identity as Jianghu Baixiaosheng, and returned the greeting with clasped fists.
"Ashamed, ashamed. I'm a wandering swordsman, but I don't dare to take the name of this famous warrior." Ruan Qingchou walked slowly to the front of the stage.
Abbot Qingyi also stood up and saluted Ruan Qingchou with his hands folded, "Lao Na, abbot of Tianxuan Temple, has admired the name of the white-haired scholar for a long time. I wonder what you can learn from your visit to the demon elimination conference today."
Abbot Kongxing saw that the heads of both sects knew this white-haired scholar. He had been receiving incense from hundreds of families at Huatan Temple all year round, but rarely traveled around the world. He didn't know this person, but he heard that Li Bai mentioned that Baixiao Ruan Qingchou , to know something.
"I would like to hear from you, Your Excellency." Abbot Kongxing looked back and bowed, not daring to neglect, and invited Ruan Qingchou to enter.
Wang Hengnai, the master of the Ba Dao Sect who is standing at the bottom on the right, was born in the Escort Agency. He has traveled around for many years. He looks down on the wanderers and only thinks that Ruan Qingchou is just a talkative traveler. Everyone clasped their fists. However, he only nodded slightly.
Ruan Qingchou walked up to Kongxing and didn't pay much attention to other people's lack of etiquette. He didn't take this scene seriously.
Ruan Qingchou looked at the crowd and said: "Don't take it seriously. You are gathered at Huatan Temple today, but you want to catch the murderer Ji Ruge? Do you know the origin of Ji Ruge? That is the seventh floor of Muyun Mountain in Mobei. Lou’s top killer!”
Hearing the words, Wang Heng, the sword tyrant on one side, took a step forward, frowned and said contemptuously: "Who doesn't know that Ji Ruge is the top killer of the Seventh Floor? Could it be that you mentioned the origin of this devil because you want us to stab the Seventh Floor?" This hornet’s nest on the first floor where birds don’t poop?”
Ruan Qingchou frowned and replied: "Your Excellency, what you said is wrong. The killer on the seventh floor took it from the rivers and lakes and used it for the rivers and lakes. He wants to find people on the seventh floor. I'm afraid the owner of the seventh floor doesn't know this season. Where is Ruge Shen now?"
Wang Heng frowned and said, "Humph, then you, a scholar, are not just talking empty words."
Abbot Kongxing and Libei saw that what the scholar said was something that everyone knew, so they couldn't help but look down upon him. They didn't say that Wang Heng's words were rude, but they wanted to see how the white-haired scholar would respond.
Ruan Qingchou was not angry when he saw that this person looked down on him. He gave it a try and said to everyone:
"If you want to find Ji Ruge, I have a good idea. These seven-story killers are all over the world. The information is also obtained from the killers and used for the killers, but...but..."
Wang Heng saw that Ruan Qingchou was hesitant to speak, so he frowned and cursed: "It's nothing, you should listen to it!!"
Ruan Qingchou said: "However, there are so many people here talking, and it is inevitable that the news will be leaked. My method will be useless if too many people know it. I would like to ask Master Kongxing to invite a few trusted leaders to find a secret room to find out more details." talk."
Kongxing and others heard the words and suddenly said: "What the donor said makes sense, but I didn't think it through carefully. I will ask the monks to clean the ancient Xiyun Pagoda and clear out the top attic of the Xiyun Pagoda. Let's discuss in detail on the top of the tower. ?”
Ruan Qingchou smiled slightly and said, "That's very good."
Hearing this, all the heads nodded in agreement, so the disciples naturally didn't talk much.
The heads of the Huatan Temple Demon Elimination Conference were all present, and under the arrangement of the monks, the meeting was moved to the Xiyun Ancient Pagoda. The other disciples of each sect rested in the living room of the temple.
Therefore, the Demon Slayer Convention was changed to the Demon Slayer Secret Meeting.
The monks dismissed the spectators.
Everyone was bustling and noisily dispersed, Xiao Yu and Uncle Liu were naturally among them.
Uncle Liu and Xiao Yu went out of the back mountain and paddled their boat to continue fishing.
Both of them were feeling depressed because Ruan Qingchou, the white-haired scholar, had accomplished nothing by disrupting the situation.
Uncle Liu just said that Xiaoyu couldn't see the excitement and was depressed, so he comforted him and said: "Brother, if you don't see the excitement, let's go fishing again. Maybe we can still hear the sound of Yue'er's piano. How about that?"
Hearing this, Xiao Yu threw away the small willow stick she had picked up to remove the water droplets beside the road, and said happily: "Okay, okay, I have never heard such a beautiful song in my life. Let's go, let's go faster, say Maybe that person repaired his strings and went to Xiyun Lake again."
Uncle Liu looked at Xiao Yu who left happily and felt at ease. He didn't hear any useful news from the demon slaying conference, but he knew which tasks Ji Ruge had taken on in the pavilion on the seventh floor of the seventh floor.
He was mentally prepared for Sora Jian's death, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.
Among the next few people, I just don’t know who Ji Ruge wants to kill first? He needs to sit down and think carefully. If he were Ji Ruge, who would he kill first and who last? He could also intercept and kill Ji Ruge.
The rule on the seventh floor is that only the killer who accepts the killing task after seeing the commission and price is qualified to know the employer's information.
He didn't know who Ji Ruge's employers were, and who they were?
He only knows who is the employer of Ji Ruge! Because his seven-kill order with the word "Lu" was in his arms. On the back of Xingzi's seven-kill order was his codename "Yu".
He was the one who paid to kill Ji Ruge, and he was the one who accepted the mission. For no other reason than that, he just wanted to be the number one killer on the seven-story building.
