She looked puzzled: "What does Master mean?"

Nun Miejue asked with a smile, "Does the immortal you met have a sect?"

Is the Space-Time Tavern considered a sect?

This thought flashed through her mind, and Zhou Zhiruo shook her head.

The "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao" that she practiced did have a source and was the Qingyun Sect's unique martial art.

“No matter whether the immortal has a sect or not, since you are spreading his teachings, it is equivalent to inheriting his mantle. You can no longer act in the name of the Emei Sect.” Master Miejue said seriously.

She was worried about angering the immortal and bringing disaster upon herself.

"Yes, Miss Zhou should preach in the name of an immortal." Someone said.

They are all well-known figures in the martial arts world. Compared with their respective sects, the Emei Sect is just a rising star.

These people were somewhat resistant to being asked to join Emei.

If they were to become disciples of an immortal, they would be much more at ease.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at everyone with a calm expression, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Everyone gradually stopped talking and looked at her expectantly.

Zhou Zhiruo felt somewhat disapproving.

Her knowledge has changed a lot since the past, and these respected seniors in the martial arts world are nothing special in her eyes.

If it wasn't for obtaining more time and space coins, she wouldn't have done this.

However, as she had heard many people in the tavern say, it would be a pity not to take advantage of such an opportunity to bring about a change in the world.

Nun Miejue often talked about righteousness, which more or less influenced her.

But the matter of Emei...

“Then let’s call it the Immortal Alliance.” Zhou Zhiruo said.

Form an Immortal Alliance, let all the major sects join, take advantage of the situation to recruit talents, compete for the world, and make every inch of space under the sun of the Immortal Alliance! Other guests in the tavern have done similar things, and Zhou Zhiruo is quite yearning.

The Immortal Alliance sounds much more impressive than Emei.

She was far more attracted to becoming the founder of Emei than being the leader of its revival.

Besides, it is easier to do things this way.

Originally Zhou Zhiruo was just thinking about it, but since Master Miejue suggested it, she simply went along with it.

"Immortal Alliance?" Zhang Sanfeng looked puzzled when he heard Zhou Zhiruo's words.

He was not sure whether such a sect already existed or whether the other party had come up with the idea on the spur of the moment.

"If you join the Immortal Alliance, you can retain your original sect, but only if you pass the assessment and become a core disciple of the alliance can you learn the immortal arts." Zhou Zhiruo said with a smile.

"Miss Zhou is kind-hearted and is a blessing to the world."

“That makes sense.”

"Greetings, leader!"

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Everyone talked at once, agreeing with him. Some even bowed down without caring about their dignity. Some also asked how to become formal disciples.

Zhou Zhiruo was thoughtful.

In the path of cultivating immortals, both character and understanding are very important, so numerous tests must be set up.

She had some general ideas, but no clear ideas.

But there is no shortage of capable people here.

Her eyes flickered across everyone's faces.

Except for Nun Miejue, everyone else had a look of excitement on their faces.

Including those fellow sisters who always excluded her on weekdays, they now had humble and flattering smiles on their faces.

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head secretly.

She said loudly: "If you have no objection, then it means that all the major sects are willing to join the Immortal Alliance?"

Nun Miejue stood up for her disciple: "Zhiruo is the head of Emei, you are the one who makes the decision on this matter."

Zhou Zhiruo was about to retort, but she heard Zhang Sanfeng say, "Wudang is willing to become a member of the Immortal Alliance!"

"The Ming Cult is willing to join the Immortal Alliance!"

"The Kunlun sect only follows Fairy Zhou's lead!"

"Same as the Sky Eagle Cult."

"Kongtong Sect..."

"Shaolin Temple..."

In the end, even the people from Huashan Sect voted collectively to expel Sect Leader Xian Yutong from the sect and join the Immortal Alliance.

Their reactions were all within Zhou Zhiruo's expectations.

But seeing that even the Shaolin monks looked so anxious, she felt quite strange.

Facing the eager gazes, she did not keep the secret any longer and said, "The Immortal Alliance has just been established and the rules have not yet been determined. I will promote the most capable and not avoid relatives, and let my master and Wudang Sect Leader Zhang be in charge of all matters. What do you think?"

Nun Miejue smiled and said nothing, but there was pride in her eyes.

The extra two hundred and fifty years of life made her feel as if she had been reborn.

The depression in her heart was swept away, making her feel refreshed and in better spirits than ever before.

With this mentality, she naturally met all the requests of her beloved disciple.

Zhang Sanfeng hesitated to speak.

He understood that Zhou Zhiruo wanted to take care of him because she saved his life.

On second thought, he felt that he could not refuse.

Everyone present was a martial arts hero, but their personalities varied.

The people in the Ming Cult act strangely and unscrupulously, so it is hard to trust them to be in charge.

The so-called famous and powerful sects also know a person's face but not his heart. For example, he did not know the villain Xian Yutong and the hypocrite He Taichong in advance.

As for Shaolin...

How dare these bald donkeys come to snatch the opportunity of the Taoist sect? He even looked down on Master Miejue.

The other party is strong-willed and stubborn, with more integrity and backbone than most men, but he is paranoid and quite confused in his approach.

If no one restrains him, he might do something ridiculous.

This Immortal Alliance needs me! "I am willing to serve the Immortal Alliance!" Zhang Sanfeng said in a deep voice.

He is a little selfish, but not too much.

After all, he knew that he was old, and even if there was a method of cultivating immortality before him, his achievements would probably be very limited.

He also wanted to help the Immortal Alliance clear the obstacles and avoid going astray, and by the way, let himself peek into the most wonderful immortal method in the world in his lifetime! Others wanted to object, but they didn't say anything.

They were not stupid and understood that Zhou Zhiruo was not discussing this with them.

If you speak rashly, you might be excluded from the Immortal Alliance.

"In that case, I'll trouble Master and Grandpa Zhang." Zhou Zhiruo smiled brightly.

The charm in the smile of the thirteen-year-old girl made a group of martial arts heroes feel strange.

Zhang Wuji stood in the crowd, looking at Zhou Zhiruo who was the center of attention, and felt that the distance between them was even greater.

But most of his attention was on Nun Miejue.

Now rejuvenated, Master Miejue is in a good mood and looks radiant. She looks much more charming than her young disciple.

Not to mention a young man like Zhang Wuji who was feeling amorous, even several Shaolin masters would often steal glances at her.

Nun Miejue could feel everyone's gazes.

Zhang Sanfeng was about to speak when he heard Zhou Zhiruo say, "In order to give you more energy to handle the affairs of the alliance, please drink this glass of wine, Grandpa Zhang."

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned when he saw the glass of wine suddenly appear in her hand.

The others' breathing became rapid again.

Xian Yutong, who was standing in the crowd, saw the wine in Zhou Zhiruo's hand, his expression changed slightly, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

He knew he was finished.

It’s not so bad to repay kindness with enmity, after all, Hu Qingniu is not here.

However, he killed his senior brother and put the blame on the Ming Cult, which aroused public anger.

The fellow disciples inside the sect had been staring at him, and the people from the Ming Cult had blocked his retreat without making any noise.

While waiting for Zhou Zhiruo to leave, I am afraid that will be the moment of my death.

He doesn't want to die, but these people can't give him a chance to live!

Feeling the greedy looks of the crowd, he sneered secretly.

Who wouldn't desire this fine wine that can extend one's life by 250 years?

If these people who seek fame and reputation came across an ordinary person holding this treasure, they would probably kill and rob him long ago, right? Even if the person is less powerful, they will find an excuse to rob him without hesitation.

The reason he didn't take action now was simply because he was afraid of Zhou Zhiruo's strength!

What's the difference between them and me?!

"I am only five steps away from her, and she has her back to me. If I move faster, it will be easy for me to snatch the fairy wine. Then I can use the wine to force them to be cautious and cautious, and I will have a chance to survive. Maybe I can even taste the fairy wine!" Xian Yutong's eyes gradually became firm.

Greed overwhelmed his reason, and his situation was already precarious, so he decided to take a risk.

Zhang Sanfeng still refused, waving his hand and saying: "No, this wine is too precious, Miss Zhou, keep it for yourself."

He was quite moved that the boatman's daughter had such an opportunity.

But how could his effort be exchanged for such a delicious wine? He felt unworthy of it.

"Don't give it to me!" A loud shout suddenly came out.

Following the sound, a figure flashed out like a ghost and grabbed the wine in Zhou Zhiruo's hand.

The person who took action was Xian Yutong.

He pushed his strength to the extreme, his feet moved like the wind, and holding a fan in his right hand, he stabbed towards Zhou Zhiruo, while his left hand formed a claw and grabbed the fairy wine in her hand.

His movements were like those of a snake and an eagle, agile and swift, and it was the Huashan School's unique skill of fighting between an eagle and a snake to death.

He and Zhou Zhiruo were very close, and his attack was so sudden that no one was able to react.

Just as his left hand was about to grab the wine glass, many people exclaimed in surprise, when suddenly Xian Yutong let out a scream and his body flew backwards.

Everyone was stunned.

Xian Yutong's body hit a giant tree with a bang and fell to the ground.

He was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he twitched twice before dying.

When they saw the sunken handprint on his chest, they realized what had happened.

For a moment, some guys with ulterior motives put away their little thoughts and looked at Zhou Zhiruo with more awe.

It turns out that she can not only control lightning, but her close combat skills are also unmatched!

"Grandpa Zhang, if you refuse again, I'm afraid someone else will snatch it away!" Zhou Zhiruo said with a smile.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng wanted to speak, she continued: "Although this longevity wine is precious, anyone who makes a significant contribution to the alliance in the future can get this immortal wine!"

"What contribution do you want?" Yin Tianzheng couldn't help but ask.

He is not young anymore and is particularly eager for this kind of wine.

"The details still need to be discussed with my master and Grandpa Zhang." Zhou Zhiruo smiled.

Seeing that everyone was looking at Nun Miejue and Zhang Sanfeng, and the two of them were looking at her blankly, she said again: "You are all willing to join the Immortal Alliance, and you are all elders in the alliance, so I am willing to give you a convenience!"

Facing the burning gazes, she continued, "As long as you take out ten thousand taels of gold, you can exchange it for a cup of immortal wine that can extend your life by fifty years."

"But our gold..." a Shaolin master couldn't help but speak.

"That little bit of gold as the joining fee for the Immortal Alliance, isn't that reasonable?" Zhou Zhiruo looked at the person who spoke and said, "If you don't want to, I will return the gold to you."

"No, no, no," Master Kongwen said hurriedly, "The Immortal Alliance has just been established and is in need of money. We are willing to contribute to the alliance!"

"The Kunlun Sect is willing to donate all its cash to the Immortal Alliance!" He Taichong hurriedly expressed his loyalty.

The others followed suit.

Ten thousand taels of gold could buy fifty years of life, which was something they could not even imagine in the past.

Although the gold of all the major sects had been looted, they all had some in their private collections.

In addition, they can foresee that the value of gold will inevitably rise sharply in the future. After seizing the opportunity, they may be able to use this information gap to make more money.

Zhang Sanfeng finally accepted the glass of wine.

After drinking the fine wine, his gray hair, which had extended his life by 250 years, turned black again, and he looked like a man in his twenties again.

With the changes that Nun Miejue had seen earlier, people were more accepting, but they still couldn't hide their surprise.

Some people have already started planning to go back and collect gold.

These sects all have many industries and have a steady stream of income every day.

If you really can't raise enough money, the worst that can happen is you rob the imperial court.

Just from the phrase "expel the Tartars", they knew that Zhou Zhiruo had no good feelings towards the Mongols. In fact, few people present were close to the imperial court.

If you can be a human being, who would be willing to be a dog for foreigners?

Under such circumstances, they would not have any psychological burden in looting the imperial court.

After drinking the wine, Zhang Sanfeng had already taken on the role of a member of the Immortal Alliance.

Together with Nun Miejue, he discussed the formation of the Immortal Alliance with everyone.

This kind of thing is no joke, and we must come up with a set of rules as soon as possible.

They are all well-known figures from various major sects. Even though they are all fighting for their own interests, they can still put forward some good suggestions.

They planned to draft an outline that day, and then discuss with Zhou Zhiruo to raise the banner of the Immortal Alliance.

At this time, they were all discussing matters in the Mingjiao headquarters on Guangmingding. The words were heated, but the atmosphere was strangely harmonious.

Zhou Zhiruo sat on the chair that only the leader of the Ming Cult was qualified to sit on. She ate some fruit while taking out the tablet hidden in her ring to watch TV.

She learned this habit from Xiaolongnu.

She envied Xiao Long Nu's temperament and personality, especially her close relationship with her husband, so she imitated him in everything.

After entering the tavern, she got a lot of good things. In addition to various technological products, she also got a lot of guns and cannons.

She understood why.

She was very close to Xiaolongnu Huang Rong, and they were both formal employees of the tavern. Those people gave her supplies in the hope of gaining their favor by making friends with her.

Not to mention asking for something, at least the other two people are disgusted.

Perhaps they also have the idea of ​​investing in advance.

What if she could become an official member of the tavern one day?

Zhou Zhiruo didn't have any extravagant hopes.

She is already very satisfied with her current life.

Just as Zhou Zhiruo was leisurely watching TV, wondering whether she should take some time to go to the pub, she suddenly heard a scream coming from outside the door.

"Oh no! The Mongols are coming!"

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(End of this chapter)