Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang School, is known as Zhang Shenxian and the ancestor of Sanfeng.

Xiao Fan really didn't expect that the legendary Zhang Sanfeng would be like this, which made him a little disappointed. Originally, he thought that Zhang Sanfeng should at least be a tall and mighty, fluttering immortal, and an ageless immortal who has no quarrel with the world, and looked at all living beings with an indifferent and loving face, but he really didn't expect Zhang Sanfeng to be so violent, and he also suffered from a certain degree of Alzheimer's disease...... The idol monument in my heart collapsed again.

Okay, no matter how violent it is, it's also his own uncle, who called himself too stupid at the beginning, and was fooled into the Wudang faction by that old guy who was too empty.

Xiao Fan looked Zhang Sanfeng up and down countless times, and finally felt that this Sanfeng master was more or less reliable than the old guy Taixu, not to mention anything else, just his appearance of the fairy wind bones added a lot of points to him, and at first glance, it made people feel a sense of trust from the bottom of their hearts, unlike Taixu, who looked obscene and sneaky, at first glance, people felt that he was an old liar,—— in fact, he was indeed an old liar.

After the junior brother finished fighting, Zhang Sanfeng's violent ** was fully satisfied, he stretched comfortably, and said, "Who ...... that?"

"Senior nephew, I am your senior nephew." Xiao Fan wanted to cry without tears, he didn't know how many times he had to be reminded of this title, and Uncle Sanfeng would remember it, could it be that he had no sense of existence like this?

"Ah, yes, nephew, find a house, and live here for this period of poor road." Zhang Sanfeng didn't know what politeness was.

Xiao Fan hurriedly said: "Uncle Shi is willing to live in the cold house, the cold house is really shining, and the nephew's heart is infinitely happy......

"Less nonsense, which room?"

"The wing on the left side of the backyard." Xiao Fan said honestly, and then added: "...... It's the room where you beat up your brother just now. ”

Too vain and angry.

Zhang Sanfeng was greatly satisfied, and said with a smile: "Hehe, yes, it's that room, just now the poor road was beaten very easily, it seems that the feng shui of that room is greatly beneficial to the poor road, Amitayus Buddha——"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he muttered: "The feng shui in that room is very bad for the poor road, hiss-it hurts me to death!" I won't pass in front of your door if I am killed......"

As if Zhang Sanfeng didn't hear it, he flicked the sleeves of his robe and strode towards the wing.

Xiao Fan and Taixu followed behind him, their expressions respectful and courteous, just like the two little ghosts behind the City God Judge.

Quietly stabbed Taixu, Xiao Fan said: "Master, look at other people's uncles, they are much more stylish than you, look at the demeanor of others walking and talking, this posture, and this awe-inspiring momentum, tsk, Master, when will you reach such a realm......"

Tai Xuan glared at Xiao Fan fiercely, lowered his voice and said, "You little bastard!" It's really a white-eyed wolf, Master, I hurt you in vain, seeing my uncle is like seeing my own father, why haven't you been so respectful to me? ”

Xiao Fan squinted at him, and sighed: "Master, you have to review yourself, you look at other people's uncles, that is called a calm and fluttering immortal, at first glance, it is a low-key immortal who goes down to the mortal world to pay a private visit, what about you?" Wearing a broken robe, holding a fortune-telling banner, cheating money everywhere, and saying 'You have a bad omen' when you see someone, the two are not the same grade, how respectful can you expect me to be to you......"

Taixu sneered: "...... How do you think my brother can be better than me? ”

Xiao Fan said with a smile: "At least he won't pretend to be a god everywhere, a god is a god, even if he is thrown into the furnace of the three-flavor real fire and burned to ashes, the rest is also fairy scum, referred to as 'god scum'......"

Taixu: "............"

After returning to the wing room, Xiao Fan hurriedly ordered someone to serve Qing Ming, and then Zhang Sanfeng sat on the main seat of the head, and he and Taixu respectfully sat down at the head.

After Zhang Sanfeng sat down, it may be that the swollen and red bag on his forehead hurt again, so he bared his teeth for a while, and then glared at Taixu viciously, and it is estimated that there is another violent ** in his heart.

Taixu was so frightened that he trembled all over, and hurriedly took a cup of tea, avoiding Zhang Sanfeng's resentful gaze, and Taixu at this time fully showed the well-behaved quality of his junior brother.

Zhang Sanfeng snorted angrily, then stroked his long beard and turned his head to look at Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan hurriedly sat upright, like an honor guard being reviewed by the leader, raising his head and chest, looking straight ahead without squinting.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at it, suddenly his eyes narrowed, two fine lights shot out of his eyes, stretched out his hand and pinched it a few times, and then said in a deep voice: "Who ...... that?"

"Nephew ......"

"Well, my nephew, there is a word for the poor road......"

Xiao Fan was excited, this is the old immortal to transform me, what a blessing.

"Uncle Shi, please speak, my nephew listens to ......"

Zhang Sanfeng looked solemn and said with a solemn face: "This nephew ,...... You have a bad omen! ”

Xiao Fan's smile gradually froze.

"Poof-" Taixu squirted out a mouthful of hot tea.

…………………… Xiao Fan now understands that the environment determines the surname, Taixu must have been a lively and lovely, innocent little Taoist priest back then, and was later trained by Zhang Sanfeng step by step to become an old god.

It's too void like this, how good can Zhang Sanfeng be? He is too empty a brother.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan's fiery heart suddenly turned cold.

"Uncle Shi, do you want to find some medicine to put on your head? The big bag in your head is a bad omen. Xiao Fan said expressionlessly.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand indifferently and said, "Don't worry, the bad omen on the head of the poor Dao has already happened, but your bad omen has not happened yet, and it is very serious, and you have a worry about your life......"

Xiao Fan sighed, aren't all Taoist priests in this era fortune tellers? Even the famous Zhang Sanfeng is no exception?

With a wave of his hand, Xiao Fan changed the topic very rationally, and didn't take Zhang Sanfeng's words to heart.

"Uncle Shi, why did you suddenly come to Beijing when you traveled the world this time?"

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "This time I came to Beijing to see the Son of Heaven......

"Huh? The emperor summoned you? Xiao Fan was taken aback, even Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to find Zhang Sanfeng to settle a hexagram?

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at him strangely, and said: "Poor Dao is the descendant of Zhang Tianshi of the Eastern Han Dynasty, since the seventeenth year of Hongwu, the Son of Heaven has sent people to Longhu Mountain, Wudang Mountain and other places to summon each other, and the poor Dao has been unable to make the trip due to mundane affairs, what is strange about this?" ”

Xiao Fan stammered: "Can ...... Why are you here this time? ”

Zhang Sanfeng glared at Taixu viciously, and said angrily: "It's not because of this evil obstacle!" Poor Dao devoted himself to the original Tai Chi boxing of his life, and it was only a few years since he passed it on to him, and he was badly practiced by Poor Dao! Now people all over the street will make Tai Chi, and the treasure of the Shimen Town School is not even as good as papyrus now, and Poor Dao is here to clean him up this time! ”

"So, Uncle Shi came to Beijing this time, mainly to clean up the master and meet the Son of Heaven by the way?"

Zhang Sanfeng thought about it and affirmed: "Yes, it's more important to clean him up." ”

In the evening, outside the Taiping Gate in the north city of Jingshi.

The busy day is finally over, the people who are busy with their livelihood carry the burden, push the cart, and rush to their homes, everyone's face is filled with happiness or indifferent looks, at the end of the day, there is always a little harvest, when the Ming Dynasty opened the country for 30 years, the war has gradually faded out of people's sight, especially the people in the south, has not felt the shadow of war for many years.

This is a happy land, the land of Jinling, the victories of the Six Dynasties, only the sorrows and sorrows of the literati, there is no killing and bloodshed on the battlefield, they live a stable and simple life in every plain day, every hard work, in exchange for a little surplus life outside the subsistence.

It was a quiet day that was no different from usual.

Outside the Taiping Gate of the North City, the soldiers guarding the city gate held their spears, leaned lazily on the side of the city gate, yawned heavily, and looked at the people who came and went in and out of the city gate with blank eyes and tired eyes.

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horses' hooves broke the calm atmosphere, and the guards of the city stood for a while, and then stood on tiptoe to look out, but saw that under the blood-red sunset, a fast horse rushed towards the city gate, and the fast horse was getting closer and closer to the city gate, and it was only a few dozen feet away from the city gate in a few breaths.

I saw the knight on the horse, his face was covered with wind and dust, he couldn't recognize his appearance, his strength seemed to be almost exhausted, and he still repeatedly whipped the horse under his crotch, and the horse he was riding was panting heavily, because of the long run, a lot of white foam had come out of the horse's mouth, and it seemed that his physical strength was about to reach the limit, and he was about to fall.

The soldiers guarding the city gate were startled, and then cheered up, pointed their spears at the knights, and shouted: "Come and stay on the horses!" The capital is important, and you can't run on horses! ”

Immediately, the knight raised his godless eyes when he heard this, and raised his head to see the word "Yingtian" engraved on the city gate, and the knight couldn't help but lift his spirits, and breathed a long sigh of relief as if relieved, and his eyes shone with joy.

Seeing the guards holding spears in their hands and pointing at him vigilantly, the knight hurriedly pulled behind his back, took out a black box with red feathers, and then ran forward without stopping, the knight held the black box high, and shouted: "Beiping military report, 100,000 urgent, who dares to stop me?" ”

As soon as they heard the report of 100,000 urgent, the soldiers defending the city knew the rules, and hurriedly flashed to both sides, making way for a wide road, and let the knights rush into the city without stopping.

After the knights, a gust of wind set off at the city gate, and the soldiers looked at each other, and their eyes were a little uneasy. Will they, the soldiers of the capital, be sent to the front line to kill the enemy?

Immediately, the knight galloped all the way until he reached the stone tablet of Chengtianmen, and the horse under his crotch finally neighed, his physical strength was completely overdrawn, and his front hooves were weak, and he fell to the ground.

The knight couldn't stand the long run, and after falling to the ground and rolling a few times, he never moved again.

There were several eunuchs on duty standing outside the Chengtian Gate, they were taken aback when they saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward, seeing that the knight was unconscious, but he was holding a black box with a red feather in his hand, the eunuchs recognized that this was a hundred thousand urgent military reports, and everyone had a look on their faces, and hurriedly broke off the knight's fingers, and took the black box in his hand, a eunuch held the box, and hurried to the palace without saying a word, and several eunuchs carried the knight to the Tai Hospital outside the Jinshui Bridge of Chengtianmen for treatment.

In the Wuying Palace, Zhu Yuanzhang's face was pale, he slapped the table fiercely, and roared loudly: "Did Qier Jisi eat the bear's heart leopard gall? A small tribe of 50,000 people dares to violate my Ming Territory! And dare to besiege Beiping City, when I am old? ”

The eunuchs and palace maids in the palace saw that the Son of Heaven was furious, and they were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, and said in unison: "Your Majesty is angry-"

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head and shouted outside the door of the hall: "Someone! Quickly pass on the emperor's grandson, the military department Shangshu Ru Yu, the left attendant of the military department Lang Qitai, and the household department Shangshu Yu Xinjian came to see! ”

After a pause, Zhu Yuanzhang added with a complicated expression: "...... It was also rumored that the fourth son of the emperor, King Yan, came to see him. ”

Jubao Mountain outside the south of Jingshi, there is an inconspicuous small temple under the mountain, called "Xitian Temple".

Outside the temple is surrounded by verdant woods all the year round, the evening breeze rises, blowing the leaves rustling, the melodious evening class bell floats in the night sky, accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit Buddha singing, the end makes people forget the vulgar as if they are in a peach paradise.

In the meditation room on the left side of the temple, a violent coughing sound came out, and the monks who were chanting the scriptures in the main hall looked at each other a few times, and saw several burly men in civilian clothes staring at them with unkind expressions, the monks were shocked, quickly closed their eyes, and continued to start the evening class.

In the meditation room, Zhu Di looked at the Daoyan monk who was pale and coughing violently, and couldn't help but sigh with distress.

"Sir suffered......"

Dao Yan's face flushed a little unhealthy, and he shook his head with a pant and said, "Your Highness, don't read it, the poor monk has only injured a few places, and it doesn't matter ......."

Zhu Di hatefully pounded the edge of the wooden bed and said, "Xiao Fan, that despicable and shameless guy!" The mind is as vicious as a snake and scorpion, and if he says kill, he will kill, without a trace of premonition, and he almost killed his husband's surname......"

Dao Yan coughed violently twice, his thin body trembled for a while, his godless eyes showed a resentful gaze, and after gasping for a while, he said weakly: "Your Highness, you shouldn't come today!" Now the Jingshi Jinyi Wei has a big search for me, the poor monk is trapped in this small temple in the wilderness and can't move, His Royal Highness is the prince of the prince, every move is eye-catching, you come here, be careful to be tracked by the Jinyi Guard, spread it out to hinder His Royal Highness's reputation, and provoke the suspicion of the Son of Heaven......"

Zhu Di held Daoyan's hand and said emotionally: "Mr. has not recovered from a serious injury, and he still thinks about this king so much, this king remembers it in his heart, and he will never fail Mr. in this life!" ”

Dao Yan sighed: "This time I entered Beijing, I didn't expect that there would be many twists and turns, Your Highness, the poor monk has a word, and I hope Your Highness will keep it in mind." ”

"Sir, please."

Dao Yan held Zhu Di's hand with his backhand, and said word by word: "The killing machine of the Jingshi is gradually rising, His Royal Highness must leave the Jingshi as soon as possible, and if it is late, he will have to worry about his life!" ”

Zhu Di was shocked: "Why did Mr. say this? How did Jingshi Yu kill this king? ”

Dao Yan gasped and said, "This time it was the poor monk who underestimated Xiao Fan...... Your Royal Highness, this person looks like a gentle Confucian, but in fact vicious, when the killer is decisive, ruthless, the poor monk has always thought that the grandson is surrounded by pedantic and weak people, never thought that Xiao Fan this person, I heard that he and the grandson met in the market, the friendship is irreversible, the grandson has this person around him, it is really the henchman of His Royal Highness's great cause, if His Royal Highness stays in Beijing for a long time, no one can say how Xiao Fan will deal with His Royal Highness next, this person's despicable and vicious, simply unpredictable, he killed the poor monk in order to cut off His Royal Highness's wings, Your Highness, you have now been targeted by himIf you don't leave quickly, be careful of being calculated by him......"

Zhu Di's eyelids jumped a few times unconsciously, and he nodded with an awe-inspiring expression: "Sir's words, this king remembers, sir, rest assured, this king must find a way to leave Beijing and return to Beiping quickly, saying that the military report that came to Beiping should be about to arrive in Beijing now, Beiping is in trouble, my father has to let me go back to fight the enemy, at that time, the sky is high and the birds fly, as long as I return to the realm of Youyan, who in the world can help but get this king?" ”

Dao Yan smiled with relief: "Your Highness Kenna I said, which shows that Your Highness is not a person who is bent on going his own way and is stubborn and self-serving, does Your Highness still remember what the poor monk said when he first met you?" ”

Zhu Di's eyes flickered, he lowered his voice, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. said, you will give me a white hat." ”

Dao Yan coughed twice and said: "Yes, Your Highness, the limit of the Son of Heaven is coming, this throne is getting closer and closer to you, once the Son of Heaven dies, there is no one in the world who can restrain you, the grandson is young after all, and his surname is weak and easy to bully, so there is nothing to worry about, and the ministers who assist the grandson, such as Huang Zicheng, Ru Yu, Huang Guan and others, are all pedantic and poor, and there is no need to worry." The poor monk is now worried about Xiao Fan beside the grandson, if this person lives, it will definitely bring endless trouble to His Royal Highness's great cause, Your Highness, you must get rid of this person, do not hesitate to ...... Do whatever it takes! ”

Zhu Di's eyes were gloomy, his face was like water, and he said lightly: "Xiao Fan will definitely die, this king assures you." ”

When Dao Yan heard this, a somewhat relieved smile appeared on his face.

Then he began to cough violently, and his pale face suddenly flushed again.

Zhu Di hurriedly got up, helped him beat his back, and said warmly: "Sir, the Jingshi is chasing your Jinyi guard very closely, the temple here can not stay for a long time, this king will order someone to send you to a cave on the west side of Jubao Mountain to settle properly, Mr. is aggrieved, live in the cave for a few days, and wait for the king to leave Beijing and return to Beiping, and then take you with him." ”

Dao Yan nodded, and gasped: "The poor monk has been displaced for half his life, this little hardship is nothing, and His Highness's great cause is important...... Your Highness, if you change places to recuperate, the monks of this temple have all seen me, and if the brocade guards track it down......"

A fierce color flashed in Zhu Di's eyes: "Sir, just go, this king has someone left to serve you, as for this temple...... Hmph, after you're gone, there won't be any more living people here. ”

Dao Yan looked stunned for a moment, and finally sighed: "Those who want to achieve great things must be like this, Amitabha, the poor monk will recite the mantra for them a hundred times in the future......"

(To be continued)