The white-eyed Taoist stood in the wind, his robe was agitated, and the aura around him was like an abyss, and everyone present was silent.

In the Kunlun faction, Mr. Tieqin He Tai rushed forward, clasped his fists with both hands, and said to Zhang Sanfeng with admiration:

"No. 1 in the world, Zhang Zhenren deserves it!"

"I'm from the Kunlun faction, this time I came here to celebrate Zhang Zhenren's 100th birthday, but I don't want to make a fuss like this, I don't have the face to stay anymore, so I'm ready to ask Zhang Zhenren to resign and leave!"

After finishing speaking, He Taichong cautiously glanced at Zhang Sanfeng's expression, and saw that the Taoist nodded slightly, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and took a group of disciples under his door to go down the mountain in a gray manner.

Seeing He Taichong, who hurriedly left Wudang Mountain, Kongtong and Huashan and other large and small sects also rushed to bid farewell to Zhang Sanfeng, for fear that after staying, Zhang Sanfeng would be angry and casually slap his palm, and die here.

That's a lot of wrongdoing.

As soon as Kongtong Huashan left, the small sects such as the Shenquan Sect, the Haisha Sect, the Giant Whale Gang, and the Wushan Sect also followed closely behind and left this Wudang Mountain.

The Wudang Golden Dome, which was originally full of hundreds of people, was idle in an instant.

Only Emei, led by Master Jingxuan, who sincerely came to congratulate Zhang Sanfeng on his birthday, and the Shaolin Second School who had just been taught by Zhang Sanfeng.

Kong Wen saw that the factions that had been empty in less than a moment, sighed secretly, and his face was full of helplessness.

These people, who come for profit, cannot be relied on after all.

Seeing that things are not good, he slips away faster than anyone else.

When he came, he rushed up one by one, scrambling for fear that he would not be able to reap the benefits from falling behind, but after he fought Shaolin and Wudang, he was frightened one by one, and he didn't even dare to tell the truth about the purpose of his coming.

"It's... A bunch of snobs! ”

Thinking of this, Kong Wen was so angry that he coughed twice, covered his chest with one hand, and turned pale.

"Senior Brother Abbot!"

Seeing that Kongwen was seriously injured by Zhang Sanfeng, Kongzhi looked angry, and took a step forward, wanting to make a move against Zhang Sanfeng again and avenge his brother.

After Kong Wen saw it, he hurriedly raised his hand, pulled his junior brother, and then crossed the second monk, slowly walked towards Zhang Sanfeng, and performed a Buddhist salute.

"Amitabha!"

"Zhang Zhenren's martial arts cultivation is really profound and extraordinary, even the three of us and other senior brothers attacked together, and they were all taken down by the real person with one move."

"In this case, if Kongwen continues to stay, it will only add to the joke, so I will leave, and I will come to Wudang to visit again the next day!"

After Zhang Sanfeng heard this, he also returned a salute.

In any case, Shaolin is at least a martial arts master, today's dispute, to talk about the reason, Wudang Mountain is really untenable, since Shaolin has retreated, of course it is better.

This trip, Shaolin returned empty-handed, no benefits, when leaving, the abbot could still maintain the number of courtesies, that Zhang Sanfeng naturally would not save his face, and it would not hurt to accompany him politely.

"The three monks walk slowly, and the old way is still entangled in mundane affairs, so they will not be sent away, forgive me!"

Looking at the smiling white-eyed Taoist in front of him, he took a breath in his throat, and wanted to have a seizure several times, but he endured it.

calmed down, Kongwen stopped talking, just nodded slightly and said goodbye, then took everyone under the door, went down Wudang Mountain, and went home.

The skills are not as good as others, and there is nothing to be done in vain!

Hurriedly came, hurried away, and left only a bleak place.

Seeing the factions that left in a hurry, Zhang Sanfeng withdrew his gaze and smiled at the Emei Jingxuan Master next to him:

"It made the little friends of Emei laugh, I don't know how the respected teacher has been recently?"

After Jing Xuan heard this, he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, after all, whether it was in terms of cultivation or seniority, Zhang Sanfeng was more than a step above her, and he hurriedly hugged his fists and said respectfully to Zhang Sanfeng:

"The tutor has been going smoothly recently, and he is in good spirits, and he is tired of asking the real person."

"This is a gift from my Emei faction, for Zhang Zhenren's birthday, please accept it from all my colleagues in Wudang."

After Jing Xuan finished speaking, he presented the congratulatory gift brought by his disciple.

I saw that among them, in addition to the sixteen colors of precious jade, there is also a big red brocade robe, embroidered with gold thread with a hundred different "longevity" characters, from this stitch and thread, you can see that the effort of the flower is not small.

These objects are enough to reveal that Emei prepared a birthday gift for Zhang Sanfeng, and they are really attentive.

The Taoist smiled at the moment, aroused his disciple to take it, and said:

"I have a heart."

"Thank you for coming to celebrate your birthday, if there is any trouble in Emei in the future, you can mention it to Lao Dao, and Lao Dao will definitely go to help after he knows!"

After hearing this, Jing Xuan hurriedly saluted Zhang Sanfeng again, and after the salute, Song Yuanqiao led the way, and took the Emei disciples to the guest room to rest.

After seeing that the Emei faction had gone away, Zhang Sanfeng showed a look of nostalgia, left the sight of the disciples, took a few steps forward alone, reached the edge of the cliff, and fell into memory.

The breeze blows the sideburns, and it is full of sorrow.

The Emei faction was created by Guo Xiang back then.

Therefore, Zhang Sanfeng always has a natural good impression of the Emei faction.

The end of the world is unforgettable, and the pines and cypresses on the top of Wudang Mountain are long.

You have your Fenglingdu, and I will guard my Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng does not regret meeting Guo Xiang, just as he never met Guo Xiang after founding Wudang.

"When I saw Yang, I was wrong for life..."

Zhang Sanfeng pinched the scattered fallen leaves and murmured softly.

You persuade me to go to Xiangyang to find your father Guo Jing, but I can send people under the fence, how can I be comfortable, as a man who stands up to the sky, of course I Zhang Junbao want to use my own strength to prove to you, I have never been weaker than others in my life!

"It's a pity..."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head gently, after all, fate is shallow.

Just when Zhang Sanfeng was out of his mind, Zhang Cuishan suddenly hugged Zhang Wuji and ran over with an anxious face.

"Master, take a look at your old man, what's wrong with Wuji!"

Hearing Zhang Wuji's call, Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly retracted his mind, turned his head, and looked at Zhang Wuji in his hand.

I saw Zhang Wuji trembling all over, his face gradually turned purple, and the body temperature on his whole body was like ice.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's appearance, Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly stepped forward and slowly injected the strong pure yang true qi into Zhang Wuji's body.

If it was Zhang Sanfeng before, even if the true qi internal force was strong, he would have a headache for a while in the face of the Xuanming Divine Palm created by the Hundred Damage Daoists.

But now it is different, Zhang Sanfeng entered the Tao with martial arts, improved on top of Wudang Jiuyang Gong, and successfully created the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, plus some thaumaturgy in Zhang Jiao Taiping's technique, to solve the cold poison on Zhang Wuji's body, it doesn't take too much effort at all.

The pure yang true qi was as hot as fire, and it was extremely gentle, slowly introducing into Zhang Wuji's limbs and veins, and after a while, Zhang Wuji's body was steaming with bursts of sweat, revealing the cold air of the Dao, and restoring his ruddy complexion.

Seeing that his apprentice grandson recovered, Zhang Sanfeng harvested his skills, stroked his beard and smiled, and said to Zhang Cuishan:

"Cuishan, in recent days, I have successfully created a new method in my Wudang Jiuyang Gong, and after you settle down in Wuji, you will find a few of your junior brothers."

"For the teacher to formally teach you, pure yang Wuji Gong!"

After Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, he walked towards the main hall in response to Zhang Cuishan's voice.