Douluo's monastic career

Chapter 115 Shuoyuan Conference
The Shuoyuan Mountains are part of the border between the two empires. Apart from the Shuoyuan bandits here, they are also famous for the red maple leaves that cover the mountains.

The climate here is very suitable for the growth of maple trees. There are maple trees one or two meters thick all over the mountains. When the mountains are red in autumn, it is also a grand sight.

Dozens of people walked calmly in the maple forest, talking and laughing along the way.

"Boss, I heard that the second leader led a team to the Sunset Forest to hunt for the soul rings for the three hungry wolf brothers, but they failed to come back. Have you heard?" one of the women with a dusty face smiled charmingly.

"I've heard that this time, the master called the brothers for this purpose, hehe!"

A strong man with a wide mouth and nose explained casually to the brothers without the slightest hint of sadness.

"Die well, Boss, according to the rules of our Shuoyuan Alliance, the second master is gone, and the other five masters will fill in one by one, and each of the vacant ones will be based on their own abilities, hehe~" A thin old man holding a feather fan, with a look Like a ruffian, explaining to the people around him.

"Hmph! Be careful!"

The boss suddenly gave them a displeased look:
"Second master has a high prestige among the brothers, so please restrain me, but for the vacant spot, I am bound to win it!

let's go!Only a few days until the conference starts! "

After that, the younger brothers flattered again and followed closely.

On top of a giant maple tree that several people passed by, the first one was lying on the trunk, his eyes were slightly closed, listening to the words of the people below, he didn't respond at all, as if he had fallen asleep.

The first has been here for more than half a month.

After many investigations, I found out that the Shuoyuan bandits should not be underestimated. In addition to the headquarters inside the Shuoyuan Mountain Range, there are 32 strongholds outside, large and small.

For a team of more than a dozen people like the one below, the first one has met no less than ten times during this period.

Roughly, there are more than 200 people. Those who can participate in the party are not young people, but they are also junior soul masters.

Coupled with the fact that there must be more staff at the headquarters, the overall strength of the Shuoyuan bandits is even greater than that of many small sects.

I just don't know if the Wuhundian and the Shangsanzong and other forces know the situation here, if they know it but let it go, it would be interesting!

The first has been waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to eradicate evil.

Doing good deeds without asking for reward!
Sensing that the group of people had gone far away, the first one slowly floated down from the tree, and buried a piece of jade pendant with pattern patterns under the tree.

The palm wind swept across the sky, and the maple leaves fell from the sky, covering the last traces. The first one was like a faint ghost, floating among the mountains, waiting for the right time.

The sky was overcast, and the sound of horseshoes echoed at the foot of the mountain.

More than [-] knights in heavy armor rode their horses galloping, their uniform pace and aggressive momentum did not look like wandering soldiers.

"Appreciate~"

The leader reined in his horse and walked slowly, looking at the Shuoyuan Mountains in front of him, he seemed to be like a giant beast lying on the ground, waiting for everyone to step in with its mouth wide open, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Butler Jin, what's the matter?" A guard beside him asked.

Dressed as a housekeeper, the gray-haired Jin Youwei replied with an uncertain expression: "I always feel restless, nothing will happen this time, right?"

The captain of the guard felt relieved when he heard the words, and smiled: "Within a hundred miles, our city lord and the heads of the family are the sky,

Coupled with the background of our city lord, after more than a month, the city lord will become the son-in-law of the Clear Sky School.

At that time, you will be the master, and you have to give us a little bit! "

After hearing the words, Steward Jin thought about it, but no one would dare to touch them in this three-acre land, so he was relieved: "Let's go, put the horses in Sunset Valley, remove the armor, and let's go into the mountains!"

With an order, everyone speeded up again and plunged into the depths of the mountains.

At the beginning of Xiyun, the pavilion was sinking, and the rain was about to come and the wind filled the building.

In the depths of the mountains, Shuoyuan Bandit Base Camp, Feiling Peak.

This peak is tall and steep, and there is only one bird path to go up and down. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is a natural barrier.

On the top of the mountain, huge buildings stand everywhere. The huge open-air platform in the middle is already filled with tables and chairs. The most conspicuous ones are the seven huge stone thrones distributed in a fan shape.

The 32 small tea tables below are obviously prepared for the leaders of the various strongholds outside, and the bottom is a large round table for the convenience of the lower-level personnel to exchange feelings.

The first one is dressed as a minion, blends in among the crowd, has a familiar personality, and can chat with anyone.

Due to the large number of small groups and No. [-] acting skills, they were not seen through, and no one would have thought that on such a day when everyone gathered, someone sneaked in and drank and sang with them.

Four strong men and a middle-aged woman sat at the top, condescendingly looking down at the people below. The seats marked with five and seven were empty.

The head of the family got up and let go of his soul sage aura.

This person is thin, with mournful brows, thin lips, and a hint of sinisterness in the corners of his eyes, looking at the crowd who are gradually quieting down:
"The purpose of summoning you should be clear, right? The second child is trapped in the Sunset Forest this time, and he will be replaced in turn according to the usual rules, and another one will be selected to make up the number of people. The fifth child has something to do this time, so he will send someone to attend the meeting .

No more words here, brothers, eat and drink well, after the meal we will decide who will sit on the seventh spot of our distant heroes by fighting spirits!I respect all brothers! "

"Okay! I support the decision of the boss!"

"The outcome is judged by fighting spirits, fairness, cheers!"

The people below had everything to say, raised their glasses, and began to discuss who is the new Seventh Master.

"I think Qiu Siping from Pingyan Mountain should be elected, he is a level 62 soul emperor!"

"That's nothing, the blood-clothed one from Qiluo Valley is no worse than him!" Some of them retorted.

Holding the roast leg of lamb in one hand and the wine jar in the other, the first shuttled among the crowd, sometimes pouring wine for them, and sometimes flattering them, inquiring about news.

"Brother Mu, why didn't you say that the five masters didn't come? This is a grand gathering for our Shuoyuan heroes!" The first one made a puzzled look, and kept sighing.

The man called Brother Mu has a slender face, a strong waist, a thick neck and a round head. He is a cook. How has he ever been praised?
Shrinking his head and looking around, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he whispered some gossip that he found out for the first time.

First, the more he heard it, the more serious his face became. Unexpectedly, there was a big fish in it.

After the cook finished speaking, he put the wine bowl in front of Number One and coughed, and Number One quickly filled it up for him with a smile, took a bite of the leg of lamb, and went to the next table.

After half a meal, the information on the 32 strongholds was roughly compiled, counted the number of people, burped, and left the gathering place under the pretext of urinating.

On the edge of the stone platform in the distance, the first one drank the last sip of wine, threw down the wine jar, and buried the last piece of jade engraved with patterns on the edge of the stone platform.

The wind slowly picked up, bringing with it the mist that floated from nowhere, slowly surrounded Feiling Peak, and then spread to the distance.

Numerous khaki gases emerged from the ground, spreading from the foot of the mountain to the interior of the mountain.

The hidden passage in the mountainside was blocked by mud turned from unknown gas.

The Nine Palaces Mizong Formation and the Wutu Locking Yuan Formation locked the 430 people on Feixiu Peak tightly.

The people on the top of the mountain still sang loudly, bragging together shoulder to shoulder.

"No! The mist is weird!" The head stood up abruptly.

"Be alert!" The other heads of the family immediately shouted when they heard the words, and their voices spread all over the mountain.

Some bandits who were slightly drunk suddenly sobered up and gathered towards their boss on guard. From this we can see how vigilant they are.

In a few steps, the head climbed to the top of the Juyi Hall behind him, looked around, and found that the mountains were covered by thick fog, and there was no end in sight.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he said: "There has never been a heavy fog in Feixiu Peak for decades, and this fog is too strange, so please don't mess up."

The head of the family cheered up and shouted: "I don't know which senior has come here, Xiao Yuan and all the brothers are willing to do their best for the senior!"

Three consecutive shouts, the sound resounded through the valley, causing bursts of echoes.

After a long time, there was no answer, and everyone was a little restless. They possessed their spirits one after another, released their spirit rings, and prepared for the worst.

At this moment, there was a hollow flute sound, and the beautiful melody moved everyone's senses, evolving beautiful things.

Even a group of murderers with blood on their hands can't help being immersed in it.

Everyone seemed to have come to the seaside, the sea was vast and there were no waves, and then one wave after another approached from a distance.

Gradually getting faster and faster, and then the torrential waves are raging, and the white waves are connected to the mountains.

With Xiaoyin's ups and downs, the tide of evolution in everyone's hearts also kept rising and falling, and their own soul power began to swim around in the body driven by Xiaoyin.

The head master Xiao Yuan bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, came back to his senses, he didn't care to adjust his restless soul power, covered his ears, and hurriedly yelled:
"Don't even listen to it, the sound of the flute is weird, don't even listen to it!"

Even if everyone knew that there was something wrong with Xiaoyin at this moment, they couldn't do anything about it.

"Wow~ah~"

"I'm so uncomfortable~ka~"

"Bang~"

The first stimulated the soul power in the dark, and played the Bihai Chaosheng song with full concentration, as if intoxicated by the fairy song, unable to extricate himself.

But for the people in the square, it was the magic sound piercing through their ears, and even covering their ears could only weaken the influence a little.

Even the two soul sages, the big head and the third head, are still unsteady at this time, and they can barely be distracted, watching the thick fog in the distance vigilantly, secretly impatient.

　Today I started to feel dizzy, feel cold, and cough, so I won’t be caught

　　
　
(End of this chapter)