In Zicheng, in a not-so-luxurious house, the sound of a porcelain bottle breaking came from the house, and the neighbors were a little surprised.
"The couple next door are usually very affectionate. What happened today? Are they so angry?"
"Why do you care so much about other people's family affairs? Every family has a hard-to-recite scripture..."
The whispers between neighbors did not arouse the household's attention, even though the head of the household was Fu Qingsong, one of the three elders of the Wenxiang Pavilion who was good at collecting information from all over the world.
"Something happened to Qing'er, why did you delay telling me until now! Why!"
Fu Qingsong was furious and pointed at a disciple of the Wenxiang Pavilion who was kneeling on the ground in front of him and asked.
The disciple who asked the prime minister replied tremblingly: "The young... miss didn't let us talk... because she was afraid that Mr. Ge and his wife would worry..."
"No news for six years! Are you afraid that we will worry? Tell me, where do the letters you get every month come from!"
"Yes...it was written by the lady herself..."
Fu Qingsong fell down on the chair, held his forehead, and said slowly: "No wonder... no wonder you don't see me, you are afraid that my mind reading skills will tell you..."
The disciples who asked Xiangge did not dare to answer. Talking too much at this time would be wrong.
A woman walked in, holding a handful of letters in her hand, and said in tears: "That girl Qing'er is very thoughtful... She actually wrote letters for six years... My love... It hurts my mother to death... "
Fu Qingsong saw his first wife crying bitterly, and he was also in tears, and said: "Qing'er definitely wrote more than this. Hand over all Qing'er's letters to me..."
The disciple of Wenxiang Pavilion quickly turned around and ran out. After a while, he turned around and came back, holding a large box in his hand. When he opened it, he saw that it was also filled with various letters and family letters.
"Father, Mom, you are right, Yi Xiaodao is really a good person! Thanks to my parents for finding this marriage for me, the love-struck technique in me was also eliminated by an expert, and I share the same love with Sister Yue'er. Sisters, parents don’t have to worry..."
"Father, mother, Yi Xiaodao and I got married. However, because of Sister Yue'er, the marriage was not made public... We have traveled thousands of miles and my daughter did not pick you up. You are an unfilial daughter..."
"Today Xiaodao also said that he would come with me to pick you up and live in Wancheng for a while, but I know that he is very busy, and so are you... When you are free next time..."
Fu Qingsong looked at the pile of letters, his eyes already hazy, and reached out to touch them. The letters were wrinkled, as if they had been wetted by water and then dried.
"You didn't take good care of the letter, and it got wet!" Fu Qingsong said angrily.
The madam snatched the letter: "What do you know? How can this be that they didn't keep it well? These are Qing'er's tears! My poor Qing'er... she wrote it while crying..."
After his wife told him, Fu Qingsong realized what he was doing, as if he had been struck by lightning.
"How many letters are there, how many tears she must shed..."
Fu Qingsong could no longer hear what his wife was saying. He just felt uncomfortable and restless. He stood up suddenly: "Yi Xiaodao! You and I are at odds with each other!"
The woman stepped forward and slapped Fu Qingsong on the face: "What nonsense are you talking about! Who is Qing'er doing this for? For whom! She just doesn't want us to get into trouble with Yi Xiaodao!"
"In order to ask the Prime Minister, you entrusted your love to Yi Xiaodao, but she was unwilling in every possible way! We have already touched her, do we want to touch her again now?"
Fu Qingsong slumped back into his chair, holding his head in his hands and remaining silent.
The disciple of the Wenxiang Pavilion was affected by the emotions of the two people, and tears filled his eyes: "Elder Pavilion, Madam, Miss... there is also a message..."
"Speak!" the couple shouted at the same time.
The disciple calmed down and said: "Miss once said that I don't know when the master and his wife will find out about this matter. She specially reminded the disciple that the Northern Yi is powerful in the north and always has the intention to annex the Central Plains. If the Northern Yi invades the Central Plains, only It may be difficult to resist relying on the imperial court.”
"On the day when the Beiyi invaded or when you two discovered this, the young lady asked the disciple to tell the truth, and also asked the elder to inform the master of the pavilion. Let us send an order to all the sects in the world to unite as one and march north together to fight against the enemy..."
"Yi Xiaodao killed my lover, and I still want to order all the sects in the world to fight for him?" Fu Qingsong raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and fierce, making the disciples of Wenxiang Pavilion shudder.
The woman wiped her tears and stopped crying: "I understand, you can go down. Now go and tell the other two pavilion elders and the pavilion master to spread the order to all the sects in the world."
This disciple did not dare to leave. He could see that the two of them did not agree on this matter. When you don't know what to do, just do nothing.
"It's not impossible for me to spread the word to all the sects in the world. Let Yi Xiaodao restore Qing'er's life!"
The woman glanced at her husband and said calmly: "Give your lover back, and then what? Let your lover accuse you again?"
Fu Qingsong was stunned and speechless.
"Fu Qingsong, let me tell you! This is Qing'er's last wish. You have to help her fulfill it no matter what you say! Otherwise, I will never be done with you!"
After the woman finished speaking, she glanced at the disciple who asked the Prime Minister. This disciple was extremely smart. He immediately understood the situation, turned around and left without any hesitation.
"Qing'er..." A sigh came from the house...
Ask the prime minister.
After listening to the report from the disciple in front of him, Shi Wendiao remained silent: "It's because Xiangge owes Mr. Fu Ge... Since Miss Fu has this last wish, and neither Mr. Fu nor Mrs. Fu have any objections, let's pass on the order."
"I am sending this order in the name of Wen Xiangge. Now that Fu Yatou is no longer here, we must seize the opportunity to make good friends with the imperial court and the sects in the world!" Cai Zhen, one of the elders of the Three Pavilions, said at the side.
Xu Lanxi nodded and agreed with Cai Zhen's statement.
Pavilion Master Shi Wendiao shook his head gently and said, "No, I will pass the order in the name of Miss Fu."
"Pavilion Master?" Cai Zhen and Xu Lanxi were a little surprised.
"The ancestors founded the Wenxiang Pavilion for the convenience of information for people in the world, for the convenience of others, and for the convenience of themselves. The Wenxiang Pavilion has been able to grow to this day, all because of the help of the people of the world. This time, it will be returned to the people of the world. ”
"Choose more eloquent disciples, large and small sects from all over the world, as well as some hermit masters who live in seclusion in the mountains. As long as you ask the Prime Minister, you can tell them all one by one."
"Also, all the people in the pavilion who answer questions, resolve doubts, clarify things, resolve problems, and the traditional disciples and hearsay disciples... all of them will follow me to the north! I asked the Prime Minister to set an example and fight to the death with the Northern Yi!"
Shi Wendiao's words were sonorous and powerful. Everyone in the hall clasped their fists and raised their hands: "I will obey the order of the Pavilion Master!"
For a time, countless flying eagles and homing pigeons circled up from Zicheng and flew to various places.
…
Taiyi Peak.
"Millions of troops? Huh, what a big deal! I really don't think it would make our little family angry if only Xinglong was in the North!"
"Disciples of Taiyi Peak, follow my orders and come down from the mountain!"
A clear roar spread throughout Taiyi Peak, and even the surrounding people heard it. Thinking that the power of God was coming, many people bowed their heads and worshiped...
Zhenyang Mountain.
"My disciple Xian Shao of Zhenyang Mountain came down from the mountain. It is difficult to convey the information. If it weren't for you, we probably wouldn't know the news."
Tong Weizi, who had been promoted to the headmaster, said softly: "I'd like to ask the Prime Minister to come all the way to repay me. I, the whole sect of Zhenyang Mountain, will definitely come out to help the imperial court fight the Northern Yi to the death."
"Headmaster..." Xuanqingzi Yang Congxiao couldn't help but call out.
Tong Weizi looked at the great eunuch with clear and bright eyes.
The four masters were silent for a moment and said in unison: "I am willing to follow the masters and protect the common people!"
Xiufanfang.
"Kill our two bosses. This is a life-and-death feud!"
"Sisters, those who are willing to take the sword can take the sword, and those who are willing to take the medicine can take the medicine. If you are not willing, please leave Xiu Fanfang today. From today on, you will have nothing to do with Xiu Shanfang. We will go north!"
Gao Cui and Cui Ying had the same opinion without any disagreement.
"Senior Sister, there is no one guarding this place..."
"Burned!"
A raging fire soared into the sky, and the people around who came to put out the fire with water and buckets were stopped by the disciples of Xiufanfang. They watched the centuries-old Xiufanfang burn to the ground...
The Five Poisons Sect.
"The leader..."
"Have the people from the Prime Minister left?"
"Already gone... Xigui is in a remote place and is plagued by miasma. Even if the Northern Yi killed all the Central Plains, it would be difficult for them to reach our Xigui. The leader should think twice..."
Miao Fulong smiled bitterly: "The Five Poison Sect made a mistake once, will it make a mistake a second time? When the Northern Yi invaded the Central Plains, they really couldn't defeat us. But... let's just think of it as repaying the life of Guan Chenzi..."
"I'm afraid the people in the Central Plains won't appreciate it..."
"I didn't expect them to appreciate it."
Miao Furong tapped his feet lightly, and flew to the top of a tall tree, gently blowing a bone flute.
From all directions, all kinds of snakes, insects, rats, and ants are gathering. A scorpion as big as a carriage, a centipede as thick as a python, a black snake as big as a dragon...
Confucius Gate, in the meeting hall.
One person had his back to the door and looked up at the many tablets placed in the hall.
"Master, we are willing to go to the north to help in the battle!" The four of them came in hand in hand and asked for orders.
Carrying the man on his back, he slowly turned around, looked at the four people in front of him, and said with a smile: "You guys, if you are willing to go, wouldn't I, the eldest brother, not be willing? Let's go together!"
Tiger, crane, wolf, deer, eagle. The five beasts came out together, leading countless Confucian disciples, and ran out of the land of Donglu...
In a deep mountain in the Central Plains, an ancient temple stands quietly.
In front of the ancient temple, a monk gently locked the door of the ancient temple. There was a soft sound of machinery around him, the woods shook, and countless eyes stared at the monk.
The monk knew it but ignored it.
The door opened, and a nun was wearing a monk's robe. When she opened the door and saw the monk, her face was full of doubts.
"We are about to leave soon. The host asked the young monk to ask the princess if she needs to go with us?"
The nun nodded, closed the door, and went back to report.
The monk stood outside the door, chanting the Buddha's name silently, and waited quietly.
After a while, the door opened again.
A woman wearing a battle armor and holding a steel gun walked out of the ancient temple: "I thought I was going to die here... I thought about it for many days, and then I remembered that I still have a debt of gratitude that I have not repaid."
"Since the imperial court has avenged my Peng family, this love must be repaid no matter what."
"Where are the disciples of the Tang Sect?" Following Peng Baby's shout, countless birds started up, and countless people in black knelt down in front of the ancient temple, all of them disciples of the Tang Sect. It stretches all the way down the mountain without stopping.
Jiuyin Tower.
"Master, Yi Xiaodao captured Xiao Rantong and defeated Luo Ying, but we still went to help them? Why is that?" Qin Kunhai bowed to an old man and said.
"Do you think you are a true god?" The thin old man turned around and asked.
"I...not..." Qin Kunhai replied truthfully.
Jiuyin Tower's technique is actually more similar to hypnosis. It charms oneself first, and then charms the enemy. But how can I be so easy to deceive?
The thin old man nodded and said, "Well, if you go north this time, you might think you are."
Qin Kunhai still didn't quite understand, and the old man sighed softly: "Which is more difficult, self-deception or deceiving others..."
On the shore of the East China Sea, a group of graceful figures floated past in the air, some wearing water sleeves, some barefoot, or holding Yao Qin, each of them looked as if they were immortals.
All mortals who were lucky enough to see this scene fell to their knees.
A cloud of purple energy swayed with it, heading north...
In addition, various sects such as the Beggar Clan, the Beast Taming Sect, the Heavenly Sword Sect, etc. left the sects one after another.
Heading north…
