The big monsters gathered at the foot of Wujiu Mountain, in small groups, enjoying wine and food that they rarely tasted in ordinary times. This time, the camel lion, lame elephant, and bald peng jointly held a hero's banquet, and they did not skimp on the wine and food. The banquet came from afar. Heroes from all over came and raised their arms, and those who responded gathered together, determined to join forces to destroy the female evil star who was massacring people.
The heroes' banquet also has priorities. Those who are qualified to be the chairman and drink with the lion, elephant, and peng are less than two hands in number. They are all "overhaul" who stand alone. The second seat is not so particular. It's the big demon Xiaoxiu who joins in the fun to fight against the autumn wind. Ah Da, not to mention Ah Er, support each other, you respect me one foot, and I respect you one foot, which is quite enjoyable.
The little demon Pu Gen looked at the group of masters feasting and drinking with envy, and with curiosity in his heart, he tugged on his master's sleeves and asked: "Master, what is the purpose of these three adults setting up the hero's banquet?"
Mao Zhi'ai's eyes were full of love and pity, and he said: "In this world, scattered cultivators are rampant, and there is no sect to inherit them. They practice independently, and the water in the well does not interfere with the river. But as early as thousands of years ago, there was a beheading party. Have you ever heard of it? ?”
Pu Gen shook his head. His intelligence had only been around for a hundred and eighty years, and he had never heard of many secrets in this world.
"The Heroes' Banquet is not unrelated to the beheading party. It's a long story. You see, all the major and minor cultivators attending the banquet are filled with righteous indignation. They all say that the female evil star kills innocent people indiscriminately and arouses public anger. In fact, she is not the first Human beings will not be the last ones. Over the past ten thousand years, countless madmen from the Feather Clan and the Zerg Clan have broken into this world and killed wantonly in the name of "experiment". This is a serious problem for us. Later, there was a man with great supernatural powers. The senior master made a great wish to drive those outsiders out of this world and avoid future troubles. He knew that he could not compete with them by himself, so he traveled thousands of miles, contacted his peers, and gathered a group of like-minded colleagues to establish The Beheading Society aims to one day eradicate external threats and maintain peace in this world. This is the origin of the Beheading Society."
Seeing that Master's cup was empty, Pu Gen hurriedly trotted to fetch the flagon, filled it with blood wine, and asked, "What happened next?"
Mao Zhi lamented: "Later, hehe, it just ended."
The conversation suddenly changed. After a long time of thunder and no rain, Pu Gen was startled and said, "How could this happen?"
"The senior who founded the beheading society worked for everyone, worked tirelessly, and was selfless. However, his colleagues were very unreliable. They all had their own agendas. They jumped in when they saw benefits and retreated when danger came. He slapped his chest loudly in front of others, but the soles of his feet behind others. Just smooth it over and get away with it. That senior thought very hard, but even if he is made of iron, he can still drive a few nails!"
"and after?"
The blood wine in the cup vibrated slightly, creating ripples in circles. Mao Zhi sighed: "That senior has seen through everyone's faces. The melons are not sweet if they are forced, and he will not force them. He simply disbanded the beheading meeting and went alone. A man fought fiercely with an outsider. The fight was so dark that the sun and the moon lost all light. In the end, his body collapsed. Only a little bit of his origin escaped. He was reincarnated and rebuilt. I don't know how many years passed before he became a 'major cultivator' with vast supernatural powers."
"who is it?"
Mao Zhiai took a sip of the blood wine in the glass, stroked his goat's beard and said, "It's the camel lion from Wujiu Mountain."
Pu Gen cried out "Oh!" Tuoshi was the senior master who created the beheading meeting thousands of years ago. After all the setbacks, he did not change his original intention. His mood went up and down, and he was very excited and murmured: " It turns out...it turns out to be like this..."
Mao Zhi lamented: "Although the camel lion has been reincarnated, he is still brooding about the defeat of the year. Only then did he come out of the mountain again at the invitation of everyone. He persuaded the lame elephant Bald Peng to hold a hero's banquet and summoned heroes from all over to rebuild. The Beheading Club will work together to fight against the evil female star."
Master knew this past event so clearly that Pu Gen suddenly felt blessed and blurted out: "Master, was he also in the beheading meeting back then?"
Mao Zhiai smiled slightly and said, "You are very clever. Yes, my master was once a member of the Beheading Society. He was appointed as the leader, second only to the leader of the organization, which is considered a high position of authority."
Pu Gen felt unbearably itchy and asked, "What on earth is going on with the beheading meeting?"
"It's just a loose organization. It has gathered many 'big cultivators'. The leader is the leader, two guides, four deacons, and about thirty people inside and outside. They practice separately on weekdays, and gather together every few years. Let's discuss and hone together, exchange what we have, and get what we need. The leader of the meeting will also issue some commissions, either to destroy monsters or to search for spiritual objects. The rewards are quite generous. Even if you fail, it doesn't matter. It should be a trial and a challenge. own limits.”
Pu Gen couldn't help but be fascinated by it and said: "It's a good way to learn from each other, share what you have and what you don't have, and each gets what he needs. Why can't we continue doing it?"
Mao Zhiai was thoughtful, silent for a moment, and said solemnly: "Because those outsiders are really too strong."
Pu Gen snorted, seeming a little unconvinced. Mao Zhiai touched his apprentice's head and sighed: "It's too strong. Even if you risk your life, you can't defeat it. The worst thing is that those outsiders' magical powers can destroy the origin." And kill them.”
Pu Gen opened his mouth to say something, but felt his chest was clogged and felt speechless.
"Yes, they are too strong." Suddenly a deep voice came from behind, the sound was like a loud bell, buzzing and reverberating. Bu Gen quickly looked up and saw a strong man with a lion's head with his hands on his back and his back arched high like a camel's hump. He was none other than the famous "Overhaul" camel lion of Wujiu Mountain.
Mao Zhiai shook his head, drank the blood wine in one gulp, exhaled a long breath, and said with emotion: "We meet again!"
The camel lion stared at him with bright eyes and said: "You and I have known each other for a long time, so don't waste words. You have always understood my thoughts. Now that the enemy is coming and wants to kill all of us, the only way to rebuild the beheading meeting is to You can deal with it for a while, brother Mao, what do you think?"
Mao Zhiai gave a bitter smile and said dullly: "It's up to you, just don't drag me along. I'm old and no longer useful. Let the younger generation do the killing..."
"When the nest is overturned, there will be no eggs left. How long can we hide?" Camel Lion shook his head, feeling deeply disappointed. He did not try to persuade him, but took a deep look at Mao Zhiai before turning around and leaving.
Pu Gen was at a loss. After a moment, he pulled Mao Zhi's sleeve and asked cautiously: "Why did Master reject him?"
"Disciple, you don't understand. Beheading will lead to a narrow escape from death. There will be no return..."
Pu Gen disagreed, but it was inconvenient to say anything in front of his master. Seeing that Mao Zhi'ai was depressed, he quickly changed the subject and said: "Master, will all the major cultivators and minor cultivators, big and small demons on the table, join the beheading party?" ?”
Mao Zhiai laughed dumbly and said: "How can it be so easy to get into the Beheading Club? According to the past rules, one must be introduced by someone, and the other must complete a trial. Without enough strength, you can't even touch the door."
"I wonder what kind of trial it is?"
Mao Zhiai had been thinking about this matter for a long time, and said casually: "I heard that Tu Peng has a treasure called the 'Ten Thousand Demons Killing God Flag'. If it can withstand the sway of this flag, it will be almost..." He suddenly stopped talking. As he spoke, his two sparse white eyebrows knitted together, he raised his head and looked into the distance, only to see a man and a woman, one in front and the other behind, slowly stepping into Wujiu Mountain.
