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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Dragon Chapter 69: Attending the Meeting

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    Chapter 69 Going to the meeting

    Along the way, Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing learned the Qinggong skills from Wuliangjian disciples, and they hurried as if they were running for their lives, without stopping.

    Fortunately, Dali is not far from Wuliang Mountain. In the evening, a group of them entered Dali City and headed straight towards the Zhennan Palace.

    In front of the palace, Duan Zhengchun's family of three were already standing there. When he saw them, Duan Zhengchun laughed loudly and stepped forward.

    Xiao Yuesheng clasped his fists and smiled: "Your Majesty, you are too polite. Why should you do this?"

    Duan Zhengchun looked at him and chuckled: "Xiao Shaoxia single-handedly wiped out the Xixia Yipintang, and his reputation is spread all over the world, so naturally we can't neglect him."

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled, and suddenly realized that Su Xinghe sent the invitation, obviously because of his early fame.

    "It all depends on the help of the Beggar Gang. Otherwise, with my martial arts, it will be difficult to destroy Xixia." Xiao Yuesheng smiled, stepped forward and clasped his fists at Yuxu Sanren Dao Baifeng.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Dao Bai Feng¡¯s face is even more radiant, and she is dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, so cold and beautiful that it makes people¡¯s hearts beat.

    Duan Yu, wearing a snow-white Confucian shirt, took two steps forward, smiled and clasped his fists: "Brother Xiao!"

    Xiao Yuesheng chuckled and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Duan, how are you doing lately?!"

    Duan Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head, glanced at the guards behind him, and sighed: "Is there anything good I can do if I'm locked up at home?"

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at Duan Zhengchun. Seeing him glance at Dao Baifeng, he felt relieved, shook his head and chuckled.

    It must be Dao Baifeng who didn't want to leave Duan Yu and kept him by his side.

    Seeing Duan Yu's appearance, he realized that Duan Yu was loyal and did not bear any grudge against him, otherwise, with his palace, he would not be able to hide it so well.

    Duan Zhengchun glanced at the Sixteen Infinite Swordsmen, his eyes flashed a few times, then turned his head, pretending not to care, but his heart was filled with awe.

    It¡¯s not that he is wary of Xiao Yuesheng, but that he is instinctively wary of powerful forces.

    These sixteen people had piercing eyes and stern demeanor, like an unsheathed sword, filled with a bone-chilling chill.

    "Obviously, these sixteen are all rare masters. Judging from their momentum, they are not weaker than the four major guards of their own palace. The Infinite Sword Sect should not be underestimated.

    Dao Baifeng pulled Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing over, looked at them carefully, looked at Xiao Yuesheng, pursed his lips, smiled, and shook his head.

    When a group of people walked towards the palace, Dao Baifeng stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Yuesheng. The two of them walked behind. Others saw him and pretended not to know.

    Dao Baifeng glanced at him sideways and hummed softly: "Guanlan, these two girls are both beautiful, do you want to provoke them?"

    Xiao Yuesheng was startled, shook his head, smiled but did not answer.

    Dao Baifeng raised his eyebrows and darkened his face: "I hate the most philandering men in my life. They show no mercy and make women sad!"

    Xiao Yuesheng gave a bitter smile: "Sanren, there is nothing wrong with the character. Don't talk nonsense. Ling'er is still young and only treats her as a little girl."

    "I heard from Yu'er that you actually robbed a woman?!" Dao Baifeng stared at him with her slender eyes, as clear as water.

    "Just kidding!" Xiao Yuesheng smiled bitterly, touched his nose, and sighed: "That girl is as beautiful as a fairy, not inferior to you, but she already has a sweetheart I see Brother Duan has a strand of love tied to her, for  To prevent him from being sad in the future, I have no choice but to take this step to make Brother Duan give up."

    "Glib tongue!" Dao Baifeng pursed his lips and smiled, rolling his eyes at him. He was so charming that Xiao Yuesheng was startled and quickly turned his head.

    Dao Baifeng glanced at him and hummed: "If you make any girl sad, I won't let you go!"

    After saying that, with fluttering feet, he quickened his pace and walked forward.

    When everyone came to the hall, Xiao Yuesheng sat down and explained his purpose of coming. Duan Yu must have accepted the invitation, so why not go together.

    After hearing this, Duan Zhengchun said nothing and looked at Dao Baifeng. Duan Yu also looked at Dao Baifeng eagerly, with a pleading expression.

    Seeing this, Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and said: "Your Majesty, Sanren, Brother Duan has been bored in the palace. After all, he is not on the right path. It is better to go out and gain more experience while you are young."

    Dao Baifeng pondered for a moment and nodded: "With you here, I feel relieved. Okay, let Yu'er come with you!"

    Duan Yu was overjoyed, jumped up, hugged Dao Baifeng and said with a smile, "Thank you mother!"

    Dao Baifeng hurriedly slapped him: "You are so old, but you still look like a child, making Guanlan and the two girls laugh!"

    Duan Yu took back his hand and said with a smile: "I can't help but be happy, Miss Zhong Ling, Miss Mu won't make fun of you, right?"

    Zhong Ling chuckled: "Brother Duan, you are the best for your straightforward temper!"

      Dao Baifeng looked at him fondly and shook his head. Such a temperament would be perfect among ordinary people, but as a young prince, he was no longer suitable. It was time to go out and see the world.

    Thinking of this, she glanced at Xiao Yuesheng and said with a smile: "Yu'er, please listen to Guanlan on this journey and don't act willfully!"

    "Mom, I understand!" Duan Yu nodded helplessly.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and laughed, and said: "San Ren, you are wrong. Brother Duan and I are just companions. No one listens to anyone Besides, Brother Duan is very knowledgeable, but I am far inferior."  Got it!"

    Dao Baifeng waved his hand and said coquettishly: "Okay, don't give Yu'er the soup, and take more care of her along the way!"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled bitterly and touched his nose. He felt quite helpless towards this cold, charming and fierce-tempered woman.

    Duan Yu was followed by three major guards, a group of more than 20 people. They were quite powerful and headed towards Henan.

    When the disciples of Wuliang Sword were walking, they were silent and focused, as if they were thinking about something. Even if they stopped, they rarely spoke. They were like puppets, and the three guards looked awe-inspiring.

    The disciples of Wuliangjian have been immersed in the mysterious mental method. Their hearts are peaceful and warm, and the true energy in their bodies is flowing and warm, as if they are immersed in warm water, and they don't want to talk.

    After walking for several days, at noon that day, they arrived at the foot of Leigu Mountain in Henan.

    Passing by a mountain stream sandwiched by bamboo forests, there was a pavilion next to the stream. It was built with giant bamboos. It was exquisite and elegant, and Duan Yu admired it.

    When passing the mountain stream, there were two young men in front of them, dressed as farmers, asking them where they were going. Song Shanyue stepped forward and handed over the invitation.

    The two of them read the invitation, and a man took out a firecracker from his pocket, lit it, and made three "pop bang bangs" in the air.

    Immediately, the two people led the way and led them in.

    Everyone followed closely behind them. Duan Yu had a lot of internal strength and had already learned Qinggong. It was not difficult to follow Xiao Yuesheng.

    Climbing up the steep mountain road, we arrived at a valley full of pine trees. The breeze blew and the pine waves burst into waves, creating an extraordinary artistic conception.

    Duan Yu looked at it with beaming eyes, stroking his palms and sighing: "This Senior Su must be an elegant man!"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded: "Brother Duan, you are very good at chess and you came at the right time, but I am just a bad chess player and I don't dare to show off."

    Duan Yu looked at the surrounding scenery and said with a smile: "Brother Xiao, when it comes to martial arts, I am not as good as you, when it comes to chess skills, you are not as good as me, haha, we are evenly matched!"

    Xiao Yuesheng laughed and nodded, thinking that his idea was interesting. No wonder Duan Yu was talking and laughing in front of him freely, without any sense of restraint.

    As his internal strength increased, his occasional glance would carry the power of oppression. Ordinary people would feel depressed in front of him.

    After a while, when I came to the three wooden houses, I saw a big stone under a big tree, and a person was sitting next to the big stone.

    This man was short, thin and shriveled, about sixty years old, with his eyes slightly lowered and motionless.

    When everyone came closer, Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand to signal the fifteen disciples of Wuliang Sword to stop, and walked closer with Duan Yu.

    The old man stood up and clasped his fists: "Headmaster Xiao and Mr. Duan are here. I apologize for being a little distant to greet you!"

    He glanced at the fifteen disciples of Wuliang Sword, as if he hadn't seen them, and passed by, looking at Xiao Yuesheng and Duan Yu.

    Xiao Yuesheng clasped his fists and smiled without saying a word. Duan Yu clasped his fists with a smile on his face: "Senior must be Mr. Congbian, Senior Su?"

    The old man smiled and nodded: "This old man is Su Xinghe. Head Xiao and Mr. Duan, please sit down. How about we start playing chess?"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said, "Brother Duan, just play chess with Senior Su. I'll just stand and watch."

    Duan Yu was not polite and sat down opposite Su Xinghe. There was a chessboard carved on the big stone with some black and white stones placed on it.

    Every chess piece is sparkling and shiny, as if made of jade. They are so delicate and cute that I can¡¯t help but want to hold them in my hands and play with them carefully.

    Instead of watching chess, Xiao Yuesheng looked around, closing his eyes slightly, his soul spread like sound waves, feeling the surrounding situation, within two miles around, clearly presented in his mind.

    In an instant, he felt a powerful aura, and it was a person sitting in the darkness, behind the three rooms.

    He smiled slightly, knowing that it was Wu Ya Zi, the leader of the Xiao Yao Sect.

    He was very disapproving of this person. Although his martial arts skills were high, he had accomplished nothing. His women were in a mess, and yet he was assassinated by his disciples. Even if he practiced martial arts well, he was still considered incompetent.

      Walking behind Duan Yu with his hands behind his back, he shook his head, feeling quite pitiful for this man.

    The disciples of Wuliang Sword remained motionless, closing their eyes slightly, as if the old monk was in meditation. A gust of wind blew, and their blue shirts fluttered together.

    Zhong Ling, impatient, pulled his sleeves, pointed to three rooms and said, "Brother, let's go in and have a rest?"

    She couldn¡¯t calm down to play chess. After watching Duan Yu make a few moves, she felt bored and followed Xiao Yuesheng around.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head: "No, it's better to stay outside where the wind will be cooler."

    The midday sun shines on your body, as if it is baking and scorching, but it is quite cool here, with the shade of the big trees covering the scorching sun.

    Zhong Ling was talking to Xiao Yuesheng when he suddenly heard three "pop bang bang" sounds, which were actually three firecrackers and two more men running up.

    "Master, Ding Chunqiu has arrived!" The man approached Su Xinghe, his face was serious, and he reported in a deep voice.

    Su Xinghe raised his head suddenly and his face changed slightly: "Is he the only one?"

    The man said in a deep voice: "He brought a group of disciples, and there are a few others who seem to have been hit by his magic power and cannot move."

    Su Xinghe nodded and sat down again: "You lead some people and bring them up!"

    Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his lips.

    After a while, an old man with white beard and eyebrows floated over, shaking a goose feather fan in his hand. The sun shone on his face. He had a ruddy face, white hair, and a silver beard three feet below his chin. He really looked like an immortal in a painting.  The characters are average.

    With fluttering steps and graceful and swift movement, he came close in the blink of an eye.

    Su Xinghe glanced at him, lowered his head, and continued to look at the chessboard. At this time, Duan Yu had already made more than a dozen moves and reached a critical moment.

    The old man sneered and said nothing. He glanced sideways at Xiao Yuesheng, and then looked at the Sixteen Immortal Swordsmen who were standing still. He stood proudly aside and sneered.

    Zhong Ling asked Xiao Yuesheng softly: "Brother, who is he? He looks very lovable!"

    "Don't judge people based on their appearance, and don't talk nonsense." Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and solemnly warned. Zhong Ling stuck out his tongue and said no more, glancing at the old man with his bright eyes from time to time.

    "Little girl, you are very cute, come and talk to me." The old man looked at Zhong Ling and suddenly smiled and spoke with a sweet voice.

    Zhong Ling just felt that it sounded indescribable, and couldn't help but want to obey, so he stepped forward and wanted to pass, but his body could not move, and Xiao Yuesheng held his shoulder.
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