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At this moment, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded on the mountain path. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw two yellow-robed disciples running up at full speed, their steps hurried and their expressions anxious, obviously they were on urgent business.

Everyone on the top of the mountain turned their eyes to the two of them. For a moment, the originally noisy mountaintop became a little quieter because of the appearance of these two disciples.

Soon, two people ran to Zuo Lengchan and knelt on one knee. One of them reported: "Congratulations, Master. Shaolin Temple's abbot, Master Fangzheng, and Wudang Sect's head, Taoist Chongxu, are leading the disciples of the two sects and are coming up the mountain."

Zuo Lengchan looked calm, nodded slightly, and said, "The two elders are here too? That's very polite. We must go down to greet them."

His tone was calm, as if it was just an ordinary visitor's arrival, but Yue Buqun, standing aside, keenly noticed that Zuo Lengchan's sleeves trembled slightly. Yue Buqun laughed in his heart, thinking: Zuo Lengchan, Zuo Lengchan, although you say it lightly, the trembling of your sleeves betrays you.

When the heroes at the top of Songshan heard the news that Shaolin Master Fangzheng and Wudang Taoist Master Chongxu had arrived, they immediately became agitated. Many of them immediately followed Zuo Lengchan down the mountain to welcome them.

Yue Buqun also led the Huashan Sect disciples down the mountain with the crowd to greet them. Along the way, Linghu Chong looked around curiously, full of curiosity about these two martial arts masters. Yue Lingshan followed closely behind her father, turning her head from time to time to whisper a few words to Linghu Chong.

After a while, I heard the noise of people on the mountain road. The heroes surrounded Master Fangzheng and Taoist Chongxu and came to the top of the mountain. Master Fangzheng was wearing a gray robe, with a kind face and a solemn appearance. His steps were steady but unnoticeable, and each step had a unique rhythm. Taoist Chongxu was wearing a Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, and looked like an immortal. He gently waved the whisk in his hand, and his eyes were calm and deep.

When everyone met, the major sects exchanged greetings endlessly.

Seeing this, Zuo Lengchan took a step forward and said loudly: "Everyone, there is no need to be so polite. Otherwise, thousands of people would bow to each other and it would not be finished until tomorrow. Please come into the Zen temple and sit on the ground."

Although the hall was also very large, it was still inferior to the Great Hall of Shaolin Temple. People entered one after another. Before there were more than a thousand people, the courtyard was already full. There was no room for latecomers. There was a lot of noise in the crowd. Some people complained about the crowd, and some stood on tiptoe to look around.

Zuo Lengchan looked around with a calm expression, and said in a clear voice: "Today, the Five Mountains Sword Sect is gathering. Thanks to the kindness of fellow martial artists, there are so many people coming, which is beyond my expectation. As a result, the supplies are quite insufficient, and the hospitality is simple. I hope you will not be offended."

Someone in the crowd said loudly, "You're welcome, but there are too many people and there's no room for them to stand here."

Zuo Lengchan frowned slightly, as if thinking about something. After a moment, he said, "Two hundred steps up from here is the Fengshan Terrace where the ancient emperors offered sacrifices to the gods on Mount Song. The terrain is wide and originally very good. But we are common people, and we came to the Fengshan Terrace to discuss matters. If this gets out, people with insight will inevitably ridicule us and say that we are overstepping our bounds."

In order to commend their own merits, ancient emperors often performed Fengshan at Mount Tai or Mount Song, presenting reports and documents to the heaven, which was a national event.

Most of these heroes didn't know what "fengshan" was. They just felt extremely stuffy in this hall. Not to mention sitting down, even breathing was difficult. They all said, "We are not rebelling to become emperors. Since there is such a good place, why not go there? Others like to gossip, damn it!"

As they were talking, several people rushed out of the courtyard. Zuo Lengchan looked at the reactions of the crowd, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and said, "In that case, let's go meet at the foot of the Fengchan Terrace."

Yue Buqun sneered in his heart: "Zuo Lengchan prepared everything very carefully, but when it came to discussing important matters, he made it difficult for everyone to turn around. How can this be reasonable? He has wanted everyone to go to Fengchan Terrace for a long time, but he was embarrassed to say it himself, so he let others propose it."

He also thought: "He led everyone to the Fengshan Terrace. Does he really regard himself as the emperor? After unifying the Five Mountains Sword Sects, he will try to wipe out the Sun and Moon Sect, and then annex Shaolin and Wudang. Hehe, he and Dongfang Bubai have the same ideals, 'unify the martial arts world for thousands of years'! But... he is still not as ambitious as Wei'er."

Thinking about Yi Huawei's ambition, Yue Buqun was a little distracted for a moment. After being reminded by Linghu Chong, he led his disciples and followed the crowd to the Fengshan platform.

The Fengchan Terrace was built of hemp stone, and each large stone was chiseled very flat. Yue Buqun observed carefully and saw that some stones had very fresh marks of axe and chiseling. Although they were covered with mud and moss, it was still obvious that they were recently repaired. He thought to himself: This Fengchan Terrace has been in ruins for many years. Zuo Lengchan once ordered people to repair it, but he tried to cover it up, which made it more obvious and made people see his bad intentions.

When the heroes came to the top of Songshan Mountain, they all felt their hearts were greatly lifted. This peak stood alone in the center of the sky, with all the other peaks below. At that time, the clouds had parted and the sun was bright, without a single cloud.

Linghu Chong looked to the north and saw Chenggao and Yumen in the distance, with the Yellow River like a line. He could not help but exclaim, "What a magnificent scenery!" Looking to the west, he could vaguely see Luoyang Yique, and to the southeast were mountains upon mountains.

Three old men were seen pointing to the south. One said, "This is the Big Bear Peak, this is the Little Bear Peak, the two peaks standing side by side are the Shuanggui Peak, and the three peaks piercing the clouds are the Sanyou Peak." Another old man said, "This mountain is the Shaoshi Mountain where the Shaolin Temple is located. The other day when I went to the Shaolin Temple, I felt that Shaoshi was quite high, but from here, I realized that the Shaolin Temple was at the foot of the Songshan Mountain." The three old men all laughed.

Yue Buqun saw that the three people were not from the Songshan Sect, but they spoke such words, using the mountain as a metaphor, praising Songshan and belittling Shaolin. Then he saw that the three people had bright eyes and great internal strength, and thought to himself: It seems that Zuo Lengchan has invited a lot of helpers this time. If there is a change, it will not only be the Songshan Sect that will take action.

At this time, Zuo Lengchan was inviting Master Fangzheng and Taoist Chongxu to go up to the Fengchan Terrace. With a smile on his face, Zuo Lengchan clasped his hands and said respectfully, "Master Fangzheng, Taoist Chongxu, please come up to the stage to discuss the important matters of the martial arts world."

Fang Zheng had a gentle smile on his face. He put his hands together, bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "We two old and incompetent people from the outside world are here just to watch the ceremony and congratulate you. We don't need to go on stage and put on a show, which would be embarrassing."

Zuo Lengchan waved his hands quickly and said, "Master Abbot, it is too polite to say such a thing."

Chongxu waved his whisk lightly, looked at Zuo Lengchan calmly, and nodded:
"The guests have all arrived. Sect Leader Zuo, please go and do your important work. You don't have to accompany us two old guys all the time."

Zuo Lengchan nodded and said, "As you wish."

After that, he bowed to the two of them and climbed up the stairs to the Fengchan Terrace. After climbing dozens of steps, there was still a few feet to the top of the terrace. Standing on the stone steps, he took a deep breath and said loudly: "Please come, my friends."

The wind was strong at the top of Songshan Mountain, and the heroes were scattered around to enjoy the scenery, but Zuo Lengchan's words were clearly heard by everyone. Everyone turned their heads and walked closer to the Fengshan Terrace. When everyone was quiet, Zuo Lengchan stood on the Fengshan Terrace, his eyes were like torches, scanning the densely packed crowd below the stage, and said with a fist: "My friends, I am very grateful for your respect for me and your visit to Songshan Mountain. Before you came here, you must have heard that today is a good day for our Five Mountains Sword Sects to work together and merge into one sect."

Hundreds of people in the audience shouted in unison: "Yes, yes, congratulations, congratulations!"

For a while, congratulations came one after another.

Zuo Lengchan nodded slightly, with a barely perceptible smug look on his face, and said, "Everyone, please take a seat."

The heroes immediately sat down on the spot, and the disciples of each sect sat together with the leader. For a moment, the originally noisy scene became a little quieter, and everyone was waiting for Zuo Lengchan's next words.

Zuo Lengchan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression solemn, and he slowly said: "I think our Five Mountains Sword Sects have always been of the same blood. We have joined hands and formed an alliance for more than a hundred years, and we have long been like a family. I have the honor of being the leader of the Five Sects for many years. However, in recent years, many major events have occurred in the martial arts world. I have discussed with the senior brothers of the Five Mountains Sword Sects, and they all feel that if we do not unite as one sect and unify the command, there will be great disasters in the future, and it will be difficult to resist."

Suddenly, someone in the audience said coldly, "I wonder which sect's senior brothers and sisters Leader Zuo has discussed this with? How come I, Mo, don't know about this?"

The sound was not loud, but it was particularly clear in this relatively quiet atmosphere.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Mr. Mo Da, the head of Hengshan Sect, who was speaking. He was wearing a gray robe, had a thin figure, and a distant look on his face. As soon as these words came out, it was clear that Hengshan Sect did not approve of the merger.

Zuo Lengchan's eyes shot towards Mr. Mo Da, but he still had a smile on his face, and said, "Brother, you just said that there have been many major events in the martial arts world, and the five sects must be united. One of the major events is that the people in our five sects killed each other and ignored the loyalty of the alliance. Mr. Mo Da, my disciple from Songshan Sect, Brother Fei, the Great Songyang Hand, died outside Hengshan City. Someone witnessed it with their own eyes and said that it was you, Mr. Mo Da, who did it. I wonder if this is true?"

There was a sharp edge in Zuo Lengchan's words, and the originally peaceful atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Hearing this, thousands of eyes from the audience focused on Mr. Mo Da's face. Everyone knew that if this matter was confirmed, Mr. Mo Da would be in trouble.

Mr. Mo Da looked calm, shook his head slightly, and said calmly: "It's nothing! I'm so insignificant, how can I kill the Great Songyang Hand?"

There was a hint of disdain in his tone, as if he was mocking Zuo Lengchan's groundless accusations.

Zuo Lengchan sneered, "If it was a fair fight, Mr. Mo Da might not have been able to kill my Junior Brother Fei, but if he attacked me from behind, with the Hengshan School's ever-changing sword moves, even the strongest masters would be tricked. We carefully examined the wounds on Junior Brother Fei's body, and the wounds were smashed to pieces, but the location of the sword strike could not be changed. Wouldn't that make things worse?"

Mr. Mo Da frowned and shook his head again, "How can you be sure of your guesses?"

Zuo Lengchan continued, "The merger of our Five Mountains Sword Sects is the biggest event since our five sects were founded. Mr. Mo Da, you and I are both the leaders of our sects. We should know that major events are more important than personal grudges. As long as it is beneficial to our five sects, personal grudges can only be put aside. Brother Mo, you don't have to worry too much about this matter. Junior Brother Fei is my junior brother. After our five sects merge, Brother Mo and I will also be brothers. The dead are gone, so why should the living continue to commit murder and commit more sins?"

His words sounded peaceful, but the implication was really aggressive. It was obvious that if Mr. Mo Da agreed to merge the factions, then the matter of killing Fei Bin would be written off. Otherwise, there would be a reckoning. As he said this, he stared at Mr. Mo Da and asked, "Brother Mo, is that right?"

Mr. Mo Da snorted, "I did it if I did it, and I didn't do it if I didn't. Sect Leader Zuo, you can always find excuses to accuse me."

Mr. Mo Da was not afraid of Zuo Lengchan's threats, and his words were full of stubbornness. He didn't kill Fei Bin in the first place, so now he wants to put it on his head?
Glancing at Mr. Mo Da, Zuo Lengchan smiled with a fake smile, turned his gaze elsewhere, and said loudly: "Brother Tianmen of Dongyue Taishan Sect, what do you think of your sect?"

"Left Sect Leader, I have already said it. Now I repeat it again in front of all the heroes."

Tianmen Taoist stood up, with obvious dissatisfaction and anger on his face:
"The Taishan Sect has been around for over 300 years since its founding by Taoist Master Dong Ling. I am incompetent and cannot carry forward the Taishan Sect, but this 300-year legacy cannot be severed by me. I will never agree to the idea of ​​merging the sects."

However, at this moment, a white-bearded Taoist from the Taishan Sect stood up and said loudly:
"Tianmen Master Nephew's words are wrong. Taishan faction has more than people in the four generations, but you can't block the great cause of the whole faction for your own selfishness."

Everyone saw that the white-bearded Taoist looked haggard, but he spoke with great vigor. Someone who knew him whispered, "He is Yu Jizi, the uncle of Tianmen Taoist."

Taoist Tianmen's face was already very red, and after hearing what Yu Jizi said, his face became even redder, and he shouted: "Uncle Master, what do you mean by this? Since I took over the Taishan Sect, everything I have done has been for the reputation and foundation of our sect. I oppose the merger of the five sects just to preserve the Taishan Sect, so what selfish motives do I have?"

Yu Jizi chuckled and said, "The five sects have merged. Xing has seen the Five Mountains Sect gain great momentum. Which of the Five Mountains Sect's disciples will not benefit from it? But you, my nephew, cannot be the sect leader."

Taoist Tianmen became even angrier and shouted, "What does it matter whether I am the leader or not? It's just that the Taishan Sect cannot be swallowed up by others no matter what I say."

Yu Jizi still refused to give in and continued to provoke Tianmen Taoist, saying lightly: "You speak beautifully, but in your heart you just can't let go of the title of the head."

Taoist Tianmen said angrily, "Do you really think I am so selfish?" He stretched out his hand and took out a black iron short sword from his arms. Without any hesitation, he said loudly, "From this moment on, I will no longer be the leader. If you want to do it, go ahead!"

(End of this chapter)