Chapter 316 The war is about to begin
At the Yingri Peak of the Ancestor Mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, the Old Man, Zu Qianqiu, the Six Immortals of Taogu and other heroes gathered together. In the quaint pavilion, the fire was burning brightly, and the whole sheep on the grill was golden and juicy, with an aroma that made everyone salivate.

Linghu Chong held a jar of wine, with an uninhibited smile on his face, and he tilted his head back to drink several mouthfuls. The wine flowed down his throat like silk, showing his heroic character. This attracted thunderous applause and cheers from all around.

“Brother Linghu, those masters are having a meeting in the Juyi Hall, why don’t you go?” Tao Ganxian came up to Linghu Chong and asked with a strange smile.

"Right, right, right." Tao Shixian also came over, riding on Tao Ganxian, dancing and saying, "That stupid idiot Mulan has a sullen face all day long, and he thinks he is so powerful! In my opinion, he is not even half as good as Brother Linghu."

"Idiot, my name is Bitch Mulan!" Tao Genxian corrected the two brothers while hanging upside down on the pine tree.

"It's obviously called Idiot Mulan!"

"Hahahaha!" Linghu Chong looked at the quarreling Taogu Six Immortals and laughed, "Senior Mulan is known as a sword maniac. She is neither a bitch nor an idiot."

"Oh~ That's it." The Six Immortals of Taogu shouted in unison: "A sword and an idiot!"

Linghu Chong smiled and shook his head when he heard this. He was always tolerant of the Six Immortals of Taogu, a group of friends who behaved freely but had good hearts. "Brothers, joking is joking. Senior Mulan is an excellent swordsman. She is known as the 'Sword Maniac' because of her obsession with the sword. I admire her very much."

Upon hearing this, the Six Immortals of Taogu looked at each other, then nodded one after another.

Tao Ganxian scratched his head and said with a simple smile, "Brother Linghu is right. Let's not talk about that sword maniac. By the way, what is the big deal being discussed in the Juyi Hall? Can't we brothers listen in?"

"What Tao Ganxian said is wrong," the old man said with a smile, holding the wine glass, "It's us who can't listen, and it's Brother Linghu who doesn't want to listen."

"Why?" Tao Ganxian asked cooperatively.

The old man came closer and said slowly, "Because Brother Linghu has lofty aspirations and does not want to be bound by worldly affairs, he chose this quiet place to enjoy himself with us!"

Linghu Chong bowed to the old man and thanked him, saying with a smile, "Thank you for the compliment, old man. What's the point of having such a noisy meeting? It's better to drink good wine and chat with you brothers here, which is more comfortable."

Zu Qianqiu, who was standing by, heard this and said lazily, "Brother Linghu, I have to talk to you about this. The meeting is boring, but you have to know what it is for, instead of being reduced to being like this now."

"Zu Qianqiu, can't all this good wine and good food stop your shit-spouting mouth?!"

Zu Qianqiu was halfway through his words, and before Linghu Chong could react, the old man had already taken the lead and interrupted him in a joking tone.

The old man casually threw a small wine glass and said with a smile: "Ever since you met that Ou Tanhua, you have been unable to speak and act smoothly. Why are you nagging like this? Brother Linghu has his own plans. As friends, we only need to accompany him to drink a few glasses, which is the best support!"

Hearing the name Ou Zanghua, Linghu Chong felt a pain in his heart. He thought of his junior sister who had no news in the capital, and he became more dissatisfied with Zu Qianqiu.

Why mention that person at this wonderful time?
"Linghu Chong has taken note of what Grandfather said. Come, let's not talk about anything else today, just drink with friends, cheers!" Linghu Chong raised the jar of wine and shouted with a smile.

"Cheers!" The Six Immortals of Taogu each raised a jar of wine and drank with Linghu Chong.

The old man glanced at Zu Qianqiu, who looked a little lonely, and walked over to pour him a glass of wine. "When life is good, you should enjoy it to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty."

Zu Qianqiu looked up at his long-time friend and drank the wine in one gulp.

The night was falling, the stars were twinkling, and the brothers, having had enough food and drink, went out on patrol amidst laughter and joy. The shouts rose and fell as they went through the woods and over the rocks, making the scene very lively.

As a master who was given special attention by Ren Woxing, Linghu Chong naturally didn't need to do these things.

He found a quiet pavilion, lay on his back, used a wine jar as a pillow, his hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was isolated from the world, with only a sense of freedom in his heart.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came over. Linghu Chong asked with a smile: "You finished the patrol so soon? This is a bit ridiculous!"

"I don't have to patrol."

Linghu Chong was startled and immediately stood up and looked up. The man was wearing a brown robe and had a strange face, with a short nose, bulging eyeballs, a wide mouth, and a horse face.

"Where is your sword?" the man looked at Linghu Chong and asked with a slight frown.

"Here" Linghu Chong was stunned, and after looking around, he finally saw his sword, "Here!" The man looked at Linghu Chong's operation, turned around and left with an unhappy look on his face: "As a swordsman, the sword is the extension of his soul and the support of his life, just like the second heart of a knight. I see your behavior and your contempt for the sword, which really makes me unconvinced. Are you a swordsman genius?"

Linghu Chong then realized that this strange-looking person was the sword-crazy Mulan, the hermit living in Zhongnan Mountain mentioned by Ren Yingying. His name was well-known, but he never thought that he would meet her in this way on this moonlit night.

What I didn’t expect was that this person could be a teacher.

Ren Yingying and Lan Fenghuang were waiting at the intersection. They were stunned when they saw Sword-crazy Mulan come back so quickly.

Didn’t you say you wanted to make friends with swords?

Is it going to be over so soon?
As if she had sensed the two women's thoughts, Mulan said directly: "Such a playboy, please don't tarnish the title of sword wizard."

After saying that, Mulan left with an unhappy look on her face.

Lan Fenghuang came back to her senses and couldn't help but smiled and said, "I told you, it's obvious that these two don't get along, and yet Saint Lady wanted them to join forces to face the outside world."

After hearing this, Ren Yingying sighed helplessly. You know, Linghu Chong and Mulan are the two people with the best swordsmanship on their side. If they join forces, they should be able to restrict the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

Now.
Mulan was already giving face to Ren Yingying by not drawing her sword against Linghu Chong.

At dawn the next day, Ren Woxing had just woken up when one of his subordinates ran in and said, "Master, something terrible has happened! Dongfang Bubai has led the masters of Taotie Hall, Qiongqi Hall, Hun Dun Hall, and Taowu Hall to attack directly outside Zhongtian Gate!"

"Um?!"

Ren Woxing, who was originally a little exhausted, immediately came to his senses after hearing these words.

He pulled the subordinate closer and asked in a cold voice: "Where are the elite troops I deployed in the Ancient Zen Temple now?!"

Upon hearing this, the subordinate turned pale, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead. He said in a trembling voice, "Master, there has been no news from the Ancient Zen Temple so far. I'm afraid they have all been defeated."

"Humph!"

After hearing this, Ren Woxing loosened his subordinate's collar with a cold face.

He turned around and strode towards Zhongtian Gate. "Pass the order down, gather all the elite soldiers at Zhongtian Gate as soon as possible! I swear to end it all with Dongfang Bubai here!"

"Yes!"

In an instant, the Juyi Hall was filled with hurried footsteps and fluttering clothes. Messengers shuttled between the halls, anxiously delivering this important news to various bigwigs.

When I walked to the courtyard, it was a time of turmoil. Heroes from all walks of life seemed to be summoned. Lu Haoyan, He Haojiu, Wei Chang, the leader of Dongguan Village, Tan Nuoti, the leader of Wulong Village, Qianhua Taoist of Bailian Cave, Chi Mulan and other masters had come from all directions.

A moment later, Linghu Chong and a group of friends caught up.

When everyone gathers together, their power is great enough to stir up the entire world.

Zhongtianmen stands tall and majestic, like a natural moat, dividing the square on the mountain into two parts.

On one side were the followers of the Sun and Moon Sect, wearing uniform black robes and red scarves tied on their left arms. They were arranged in four square formations, and in the front was Dongfang Bubai's Sixteen-Lift Bridge.

The bridge is magnificent with carvings of dragons and paintings of phoenixes.

All around the sedan chair, light gauze fluttered in the wind, forming a sharp contrast with the gloomy appearance of the black-robed followers beside it.

Dongfang Bubai was dressed in a white robe whiter than snow, with a bright red cape on the outside. He looked like the rising sun in winter, aloof and arrogant.

He sat in the wide sedan chair, looking indifferently at the Zhongtian Gate in front of him.
(End of this chapter)