Chapter 148: Then I'll go

When Meng Zuo stepped on the stone steps of the Shaolin Temple, all the patterns of martial arts would change.

It's going to change dramatically.

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The disciples of Shaolin Temple were very confused, very confused.

They didn't know what kind of person it was that could be greeted by the great abbot, Master Kongwen, and his closed disciple, Senior Brother Wenzhi, in person.

They saw a glint in the Sky Master's eyes and a faint smile on his lips.

This is a shocking thing!

You must know that these disciples who live in the Shaolin Temple are all inner disciples, and they have practiced for three or four years, or decades, but it is rare to see the abbot show such a smile, although it is a shallow smile, but it is also extremely difficult.

Who the hell is it!

Could it be that today is a big day? To welcome an elder-level figure in a certain sect?

This person is definitely a unique crane songr!

With the spread of ten to hundred, it was only a stick of incense in less time, and Master Kongwen and Wen Zhi were followed by almost all the inner disciples, and they all wanted to see the true face of this "master".

Maybe it was the head of the Kunlun faction, Xuanji Hero, looking for old friends and making friends? Or maybe the goddess of the Huashan faction came to visit in person? Or was it the remote Diancang faction and the floating dust immortal suddenly inquired?

There are many opinions and discussions.

Such a big posture, I don't see it once in ten years, what is the decline of their Shaolin Temple now, they actually have a number in their hearts, but today, maybe they can see those who can only look up at the high platform of the martial arts conference!

Master Kongwen walked very fast, step by step, not at all like an old man in his seventies, followed by hundreds of disciples, and his momentum was magnificent.

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the disciples usually practice sporadically, but when they get together today, they still make people feel some of the heritage of Shaolin Temple.

Finally, Master Kongwen walked to the door, straightened his waist that had not been straightened for a long time, and Wen Zhi, who was following closely behind him, stood even more straight.

All the disciples looked out the door to see who this "master" was!

Outcome......

Empty!

Master Kongwen came out early in the morning, actually to stand up in advance and wait!

What kind of person is it, let Master Kongwen not only greet him personally, but also stand and wait in advance!

At the very least, it must be a figure at the ancestor level in the Nine Great Sects!

For example, the twenty-third generation eldest son and grandson of Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of the Wudang faction, and for example, the master sword god who is now the head of the Kongtong faction.

In the hearts of many disciples, Master Kongwen is a person with an extremely high status, so if he can be asked to wait in person, he must be a person with a higher rank and status than him.

"Who is it?"

"Who can know this? I guess it's the Huashan Jade Girl of the Huashan faction!"

"No, that's not enough for our big abbot to greet him personally, I guess it has to be a person at the level of a big disciple of Master Xianyun of the Emei Sect. ”

"Can we have such a big row of noodles in Shaolin Temple?"

"You don't understand this, although we haven't been able to get any rankings in the martial arts conference in the past few years, but a few decades ago, Master Kongwen and Master Kongzheng were invincible opponents all over the world, what nine major sects, miscellaneous kung fu clubs came to challenge the abbot, and they couldn't resist the abbot's ten moves! As long as the abbot is in one day, Shaolin Temple will always have a row!"

"The abbot is so powerful?"

"Then you still have to say it!"

Just when everyone was talking about who was coming, a white figure appeared in everyone's pupils.

That's Meng Zuo.

Meng Zuo came, and with a calm smile in front of everyone, he stepped forward and stepped onto the stone steps.

When Meng Zuo stepped on the stone steps of the Shaolin Temple, all the patterns of martial arts would change.

It's going to change dramatically.

"Who is this?"

Except for the empty news and the wisdom of the mind, all the inner disciples were all stupid.

This person who is full of trendy products, this young man who looks like he is only in his early twenties, is the master of empty news, the object of the great abbot of Shaolin Temple?

At this moment, a thought arose in the hearts of all the inner disciples—is he worthy?

Such a worldly person?

Except for being a little handsome, there is nothing special about it.

Such a person, why is he?

Unconsciously, in addition to curiosity and loss, these disciples also had a trace of hostility towards Meng Zuo.

"Master Kongwen, I'm here. Meng Zuo walked up to Master Kongwen with a calm look in his eyes.

Looking at the Master of Empty Wen again, a brilliance that had not been seen in decades appeared in his cloudy eyes.

He saw hope in Meng Zuo.

If nothing else, just rely on the calmness that Meng Zuo revealed.

Now that Master Kongwen looked at Meng Zuo, he felt that there was a sea of stars in his eyes, encompassing all things, deep and moving.

"Hmm!" the Master of Empty Hearing snorted heavily, and said nothing else.

He is very excited now, and he suddenly doesn't know what to say, as if he has returned to his ignorant and immature childhood, and Meng Zuo, who is only in his twenties, is like his elder brother - Kongzheng.

"Brother Meng Zuo, come in, my master has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Wen Zhi stepped forward and greeted him with a smile.

"Good. Meng Zuo nodded, and he didn't deliberately curry favor with the flattering Kongwen, nor was he moved by the Kongwen Master's action of waiting for him, but he was neither humble nor arrogant.

But it was this move that caused the dissatisfaction of many disciples.

Our big abbot put down the shelf and stood here waiting in advance, ready to welcome you junior, and you didn't thank you after you knew it?

Are you the king of heaven?

Do you deserve it?

Whether in terms of seniority, identity, or martial arts, in the eyes of the disciples, Master Kongwen doesn't know how much taller he is than this young man in white clothes, but this Meng Zuo actually has to put on a shelf and pretend to be an acquaintance!

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

"Wait!"

In the midst of the murmurs of indignation, a voice suddenly erupted in the crowd, suppressing all the noise.

In the crowd, a big man walked out, his body was comparable to Wen Zhi, who was nearly two meters tall, and the clothes on his body were not ordinary disciples' clothes, but looser cloth clothes, and it was obvious that his identity was not an ordinary disciple.

"Elder Zhang, what are you doing?"

Wen Zhiyi frowned and took the lead in asking.

"What is this for? You don't deserve to question me like that. Elder Zhang glanced at Wen Zhi and looked at Master Kongwen, "Abbot, I'm going to ask you! What are you going to do! Stop the whole day's pick-up time, and get up early in the morning just to greet this stinky child?"

"Huh?" Meng Zuo looked at Kong Wen with a smile, as if this Elder Zhang was talking about someone else.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Kongwen raised his eyebrows coldly, "Do you know who this is? This is a specially invited martial artist of our martial arts conference!"

Wow!

The audience was in an uproar!

Every year, the Nine Great Sects will have a qualification as a specially invited martial artist.

Every time, the Shaolin Temple is looking for masters half a year in advance, and those masters are close to the limit age of forty years old for competition, but the results are not satisfactory each time.

This year, I actually found a little kid with a star face?

Kong Wen didn't care about the abnormal reactions of everyone present, but turned his head again, facing Meng Zuo, with an apologetic look in his eyebrows: "I'm sorry Master Meng, this is our elder, surnamed Zhang, he doesn't know you, plus he speaks cheerfully, so he always loves to offend people, but he is kind-hearted and upright, don't be surprised." ”

Meng Zuo saw that Kongwen gave the steps, and he went down the steps, he nodded: "Well, it's okay, I don't care." ”

"You yellow-mouthed, you dare to put on such a shelf!" Of course, Elder Zhang didn't believe it, "Why are you so confused, although my Shaolin Temple has been in decline in recent years, it will not hand over the only place of specially invited martial artist to a hairy boy!"

"A hairy boy, old guy, you're not done yet?"

Meng Zuo was really a little unhappy when he was sprayed, thinking that this old man didn't even have the most basic respect, even if you don't look down on me, can't you say it in private, now you don't give me any face in front of so many people, it's really unreasonable.

"You!" Elder Zhang scolded again.

"Brother Meng Zuo, don't care, Elder Zhang has such a temper, let's leave him alone, let's go, please!" Wen Zhi used his body to block the sight of Meng Zuo and Elder Zhang, and said kindly.

"yes, okay. ”

Now that Wen Zhi has come to relieve the siege, there is no need to tear his face, after all, this is Shaolin Temple, which is full of their people, and he is just alone, and he is afraid that he will not feel good if he offends too many people.

He still understands this truth.

"No!" Elder Zhang stepped forward and pulled Wen Zhi away at once, almost pushing him to the ground, "If he is just a pilgrim, I won't say a word, but if he wants to occupy the only foreign aid quota in our martial arts conference, I absolutely disagree!"

"Abbot, I have found many masters who are nearly forty years old, and I invited them to the temple a few days ago to prepare, this time I will definitely be able to be ashamed, this little kid must not be used!" Elder Zhang said loudly, and immediately looked down at Meng Zuo, the anger in his eyes almost erupted, burning Meng Zuo to ashes.

"Well, it seems that your people don't welcome me, and there are other clever ones, so I'll go. ”

Meng Zuo shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave.

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