Wudang Mountain, Wuhua Tianbao. The mountains and rivers are beautiful. There are seventy-two peaks lined with arrowheads, thirty-six rocks hanging deep on the cliffs, twenty-four streams of turbulent streams, and eleven holes of clouds and smoke. The inheritance of Wudang Mountain for thousands of years is not only because of the Wudang faction, but also has an inseparable relationship with Zhong Lingyuxiu of Wudang Mountain.

On Wudang Mountain, festive, the hall is pasted with longevity, everyone's new clothes and hats, spotless, before and after, a joy.

On the mountain road, there are crowds of people, and there are endless guests, there are groups of people, there are also two or three people from the rivers and lakes walking together, and there are also lone rangers like Su Chen.

At this time, Su Chen was dressed in a moon-white robe, a folding fan around his waist, a jade pendant, and a felt hat, dressed like an ancient nobleman. It has attracted the attention of many people in the rivers and lakes. Of course, more eyes were on the backpack that Su Chen was carrying.

Su Chen didn't care, touched his backpack, and a smile appeared on his face. It's time to show your means as a traverser, and the time has come to make these ancient people tremble, and he, Su Chen, is about to rise up.

Outside the main hall, two small Taoist children greeted the guests with smiles on their faces.

This is just the periphery, entering the hall, there will naturally be other special receptions, rivers and lakes, no matter what happens secretly, on the surface, there is still a lot of attention to seniority and fame, like Su Chen, a nameless scattered person, naturally will not be received by the second generation of Wudang disciples, and the person who receives Su Chen is just a third-generation disciple Xiaodaotong.

Presenting the birthday gift, he walked into the inner hall with a surprised look on Daotong's face. Su Chen naturally wouldn't take out the gift now, and what he gave to Dao Tong was just a fist-sized glass ball.

When Xiao Daotong came back to his senses, how could there still be Su Chen's figure. hurriedly went to the apse and gave such a valuable gift, it was no longer for him to call the shots, and his master had to go out.

Entering the main hall, the first thing that catches your eye is not the hall full of guests, but the old man sitting at the head of the main hall, with white hair and white beard, skin like a baby, giving people a sense of kindness, this should be what the world calls a crane hair and a childish face!

As if sensing Su Chen's gaze, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Su Chen's side, and stopped for a moment with the strange burden behind Su Chen, and then cast He Xu's smile.

Su Chen saluted slightly, found a corner and sat down, quietly observing the changes in the hall, looking at those people in the rivers and lakes, except for a few people who should be in charge, the other disciples should have swelling pockets around their waists, and they should all have blades, this birthday banquet is destined to be unpeaceful.

And looking at the first six tall figures of Zhang Zhenren, although they are smiling, they are straight, and a dignified atmosphere surrounds them, thinking that they are the other six except for the third disciple Yu Daiyan!

After all the guests in the hall had eaten, the little Taoist priest cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

I heard a young Taoist priest say aloud: "Seniors, friends, today's 100th birthday of the family teacher, the glory of the people, the Wudang faction is full of honor, but the hospitality is extremely slow, please forgive me." ”

"The family teacher originally wanted to invite you to go to the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuchang to get drunk, and if you are disrespectful today, you will make up for it at that time. The fifth junior brother Zhang Cuishan has been away for ten years, and he is returning today, and his experience in the past ten years has not yet been detailed with the master.

Besides, today is a day of great joy for family teachers, if you talk about the grievances and fights in the martial arts, it is inevitably unknown, and the kindness of everyone who came from afar to celebrate their birthdays has also become a deliberate attempt to find trouble. It is rare for you to come to Wudang, so you will be accompanied by your subordinates and rush to the front of the mountain to enjoy the scenery?"

When Su Chen heard this, he must have been Zhang Sanfeng's disciple Zhang Songxi, and he had to sigh that Zhang Sanfeng would teach his disciples, and the Wudang Seven Heroes were all first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and their character was the best choice, so the idea in his heart was even firmer.

His words first blocked everyone's mouths, and stated that today is an auspicious day for birthdays, if anyone mentions Xie Xun and the Longmen Dart Bureau, they are deliberately enemies of the Wudang faction.

These people went up the mountain one after another in order to force the whereabouts of the golden lion king Xie Xun, but the Wudang faction was so famous that no one dared to form a bond with him alone. If hundreds of people rush up, they have no scruples, but whoever wants to be the first bird to be the first to make the first attack, but no one wants to be the big one.

Everyone looked at each other and froze for a moment. Xihuazi of the Kunlun faction stood up and said loudly: "Zhang Sixia, we Mingren don't do dark things, open the skylight and say bright words, this time we went up the mountain, first, to celebrate Zhang Zhenren's birthday, and secondly, to inquire about the whereabouts of Xie Xun's thief." ”

One of the six heroes of Wudang, at this time, couldn't help it, took a step forward, and sneered: "Okay, I see, no wonder, no wonder!"

Xihuazi's eyes widened and asked, "What's the blame?"

"I heard that you came to Wudang to pay homage to your teacher's birthday, but when you saw that you had hidden blades, I was very curious. ”

Xihuazi patted his body, then untied his robe, and said loudly: "Mo Qixia can see clearly, at a young age, don't spray people with blood." Who has hidden a blade in us? ”

This young man is the seventh-ranked Mo Shenggu.

Mo Shenggu sneered: "Very good, sure enough, no." He stretched out two fingers and gently tugged on the belts of the two people beside him. He shot very fast, and with such a pull, he had already pulled off the clothes of the two, but he heard two sounds in succession, and the two short knives fell to the ground, shining blue and dazzling.

This time, everyone's faces changed greatly. Xihuazi said loudly: "Yes, if Zhang Wuxia refuses to tell Xie Xun's whereabouts, then it is impossible to use the sword." ”

A Buddha horn came clearly into everyone's ear drums, clear and bright, as if it was coming from a distance, but it sounded like it came from its own side.

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "It turns out that the Shaolin Sect Kongwen Zen Master has arrived, hurry up and greet him." ”

The voice outside the door said: "The abbot of Shaolin Temple is empty, and he leads his junior disciples to empty wisdom, emptiness, and disciples, and I wish Zhang Zhenren a long and happy future." ”

"I have admired the name of the Shaolin monk for a long time, and I am fortunate to see it today, which is not worth the trip. The people in Kunlun costumes in the crowd arched their hands.

Another deep voice outside the door said, "This one is Mr. He, the head of Kunlun." Zhang Zhenren, the old man is late for his birthday, please forgive me. ”

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Today, there are many guests on Wudang Mountain, and the old Taoist has only lived a hundred years old, and he has tired the three monks?"

The four of them were separated by several portals, and each of them answered each other as if they were talking to each other.

Zhang Sanfeng led his disciples to greet him, only to see three monks leading nine monks and slowly walking to the front of Zixiao Palace. The white eyebrows of the Master of Emptiness drooped down and covered his eyes, like an Arhat with long eyebrows; the Master of Emptiness had a majestic body and a mighty appearance; Master of Emptiness had a bitter face and the corners of his mouth drooped.

Although Zhang Sanfeng and Kong Wen are both masters in the martial arts, they have never met. In terms of age, Zhang Sanfeng is thirty or forty years older than them. He was born in Shaolin, and if he is judged by his master, Master Jueyuan, then he is two generations higher than Kong Wen and others. But he was neither ordained as a monk in Shaolin, nor did he formally learn martial arts from Shaolin monks.

Song Yuanqiao and others are a generation shorter. Zhang Sanfeng greeted the empty news and entered the main hall. He Taichong, Extermination Shitai, Guan Neng and others came forward to meet each other, admired each other, and were polite. Master Partiality was extremely modest, and he had to salute the junior disciples of each faction and each gang, and said a few words, and after a while, hundreds of people were introduced one by one.