"Please tell me the details."
The old man suddenly sat up straight on the couch and said to the spy who came to report.
"Report to the hall master, the brothers who were staking out on the mountain reported that a team of people were sent down the mountain from the building to pick up a group of people." The spy replied cautiously.
"People? What are they wearing? How many people know?"
"There are about dozens of them dressed as knights."
"Knights..." the old man murmured to himself, "This Bishui Tower has been closed for two years, and now they have invited a team of knights to come up the mountain. Could it be that they have noticed something about our Holy Church's plan? That shouldn't be right."
He shook his head, denying his guess.
The old man waved his hand, signaling the spy to retreat and continue monitoring, and stretched out his hand for the maids on both sides to massage him.
His face was gaunt and gloomy, and he looked even more like an elderly man lying there, which was extremely unpleasant. However, he had a pair of well-proportioned, clean and white hands. If anyone in the martial arts world were here, they would definitely recognize him by his hands. This was Yuan Wuji, the left protector of the Holy Fire Sect, who had accumulated countless debts of killing and was known as the Blood Hand Demon.
He half-lay down, thinking to himself, "Bishui Tower has been closed for so long, it would be nice to see some movement."
Just convenient to start...
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Upstairs of Bishui Building.
The eldest sister and Fang Miao led everyone into the building. After resting, several factions gathered in the exquisite small building to discuss plans.
"Thank you for coming all this way. Please take a seat."
Shui Ruoqing sat in the main seat and greeted people from all factions, with his two major disciples Li Ru and Fang Miao on his left and right.
Everyone at Shaolin Temple sat in the guest seats. Master Wuhui spoke first: "Master, do you have a plan for this operation?"
Shui Ruoqing took a sip of tea and said, "Master Wuhui, the elders and I have discussed and investigated for a long time, and we have decided that this plan is to wipe out this evil sect in one fell swoop. Secondly, we need to find out their purpose in this place so that we can follow the clues and find out who is behind it."
"The key to this plan is to take the enemy by surprise, so I plan to invite everyone to go with me at night and take down that gang directly."
"Okay, the host is a straightforward person. I, Wu Shen, have no objection to Badao Sect." Wu Shen stood up and said casually.
He was most impatient with people who procrastinated in doing things, so this plan was exactly what he wanted. There was no twists and turns, so he just went ahead and did it.
Ming Yi stood up and clasped his fists: "Master, the Heavenly Sword Sect is also obliged to do so." He hesitated for a moment: "I just wonder if you are familiar with the situation in this hall?"
Shui Ruoqing: "Two years ago, the elders in my building went to investigate the situation of this hall."
"Most of the people in the Qingyi Hall are hooligans and ruffians. Only a few of the leaders are members of a cult. Some of them need to be suppressed by everyone."
Master Wuhui asked, "Does the host know his identity?"
"A skinny old man, most likely the cult guardian Yuan Wuji."
"Blood-handed demon Yuan Wuji?"
"Hahaha! I didn't expect this old guy to be hiding here. Don't worry, leave this guy to me."
There was some gritted teeth in Wu Shen's voice.
Many years ago, the Blood Hand Demon committed a bloody crime near Ba Dao Sect, killing 23 members of a family. He took his fellow apprentice to investigate, but was ambushed by the Blood Hand Demon, causing his fellow apprentice to be brutally murdered.
Later, Wu Shen searched for this person for many years, but there was no news. He had disappeared from this vast world. This time, he ran into him and was very excited. This was really a piece of cake.
Master Wu Hui also knew the entanglement involved. Seeing Wu Shen's expression, he sighed, "Amitabha, Donor Wu, don't be too obsessed, or you will hurt yourself."
Wu Shen didn't know whether to accept the suggestion after hearing it. The monks from Shaolin Temple were always so hesitant, trying to persuade this and that.
Master Wuhui shook his head upon seeing this and said to Shui Ruoqing, "I'm not afraid of this one person, but I'm afraid that this evil cult is full of tricks and there are still people hiding in the dark."
Shui Ruoqing asked: "Master, do you have any countermeasures?"
Master Wuhui signaled to his disciples behind him, and a monk came out and handed something to them.
This paper tube generally looks plain and is only the size of a palm when held in the hand.
"This is the Shaolin Temple's secret signal flare. It is very conspicuous if released at night. If there are ambushes, release the rest of the people so that you can go over to support them. This way it is safer." Master Wuhui explained.
Shui Ruoqing handed the item to the senior disciple next to him and asked Li Ru to put it away.
Said: "In that case, let's set off!"
Fang Miao looked up and saw that it was already dark outside. He estimated that it would be midnight in a moment, which would be a good time to kill and set fire.
In the darkness of night, several groups of people hurried down the mountain. A man in hiding saw this and wrote down the situation on a piece of paper. He looked up and whistled to call a kingfisher the size of a sparrow. He tied the piece of paper to the bird's leg and let it fly away.
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"Hey! What did you send over here, little darling?"
A white jade hand, stained with red, gently raised itself, watching the kingfisher fly in from the window and land on her arm. She removed the note from the bird's leg and unfolded it, revealing two lines of small words on the paper: "Everyone in the building rode down the mountain on horseback. The situation has changed."
A smile flashed across her enchanting eyes, as if she had seen something interesting. The woman waved her hand, releasing the kingfisher, straightened her red sleeves, looked aside, and said in a delicate voice, "Left Protector, why don't you guess what it is?"
Beside him stood Yuan Wuji, who had a gloomy face. He said with a disdainful look, "You are such a mystifying woman. Haha, it's up to you to say it or not."
Anger flashed across the woman's face, but she lowered her eyes and smiled charmingly: "Protector Zuo, you have such a bad temper."
As she spoke, the woman stood up, revealing her fair skin beneath her skirt. Her every move was alluring, and Yuan Wuji's expression suddenly changed: "Poison Lady, you actually poisoned me? Unleash it quickly!"
Poison Lady covered her mouth and laughed, as if she had heard a joke.
Thinking of this Poison Lady's style of killing people to silence them at the slightest disagreement, Yuan Wuji's face turned pale and indistinct: "Right Protector, it's me who can't speak. We are both protectors of the sect, so please forgive me."
After seeing Yuan Wuji's embarrassed look for the longest time, Poison Lady snorted coldly and sat back.
At this time, a disciple from outside hurried into the room and reported to Yuan Wuji: "Master, it's bad, someone attacked at night."
The two men listened carefully and heard the sound of swords clashing outside the yard.
At the same time, the people from the Bishui Tower and the disciples from various sects divided into four directions and surrounded the Qingyi Hall inside and outside. Fang Miao followed his master Shui Ruoqing and attacked the courtyard from the east, fighting back and forth with several Qingyi disciples.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fleeing green-clothed disciple running towards a courtyard.
"Go this way." Her master Shui Ruoqing obviously saw it and reminded her.
The people from the Bishui Pavilion walked over there. As soon as they entered, they heard a silver bell-like laugh: "How dare you come to my Qingyi Hall? Let's see who it is."
A woman in red clothes with large areas of fair skin exposed suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
It turned out to be the Holy Fire Sect's right protector, Lady Poison.
"It's you?!"
"Disciples, hold your breath and retreat." Shui Ruoqing hurriedly reminded his disciples when he saw the person coming.
Hearing the sound, Fang Miao covered her nose with her sleeve and took a few steps back.
When he looked up again, he saw that some of the disciples had collapsed to the ground.
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