Next, the Kunlun faction and the Kongtong faction both gave birthday gifts, each of which was a rare treasure, but it was not as perfunctory as the original book.

When waiting for the Emei faction, in addition to sending sixteen colors of precious jade, the Emei faction also has a big red brocade robe, embroidered with a hundred different "longevity" characters with gold thread, and the effort is not small.

The exterminator said to Zhang Sanfeng: "This is embroidered by the ten female disciples of the Emei Sect. ”

Zhang Sanfeng was very happy in his heart, and said with a smile: "Emei Woman's fist and sword kung fu are well-known in the world, but today she came to embroider this longevity robe for Lao Dao, which is really precious." ”

After that, the heads of many sects and gangs such as the Divine Fist Gate, the Giant Whale Gang, the Wushan Sect, the Sanjiang Gang, the Five Phoenix Knife, and the Soul Breaking Gun came to the mountain one after another to pay respects.

Even the Yuzhen Temple, which was far away in Qinghai, came to the important people in the sect, and the Huashan faction that closed the mountain also had a few young disciples, but they were all cowering, and they didn't dare to look at the crowded places.

Looking at these characters sent from various sects, Yuan Ye didn't understand in his heart that it was not true that these people came to Wudang Mountain today to worship longevity, and it was true that they were waiting for tomorrow's martial arts conference.

Knowing this, Yuan Ye simply ignored them, anyway, the senior brother Song Yuanqiao took the senior brothers to walk around the crowd and greet them.

At this time, none of these newcomers dared to make trouble, and many people recognized who the silver-eyed young man who was sitting quietly in the corner. Second, I don't know which disciple of the Kunlun faction, Kongtong faction, or Emei faction accidentally told what happened to He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun faction just now.

Under the fright, the heroes were even more careful, otherwise they would make the evil god unhappy and reward themselves with a drop of tea, could their head be harder than the head of the Kunlun faction?

It was gradually getting to noon, and at this time, a Taoist boy ran in and said, "The masters of the Shaolin faction have arrived." ”

As soon as the fairy tale sound of the trail fell, a voice came from outside the door: "Amitabha!" This Buddha horn came clearly into everyone's ears, clear and bright, as if it came 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 be empty and empty, and he is a disciple of the disciples, and I wish Zhang Zhenren a long life." ”

Zhang Sanfeng and his disciples had just walked to the door, and the three monks of Kongwen, Kongzhi, and Kongxu with more than 20 Shaolin disciples had already walked through the square outside Zixiao Palace to the door under the leadership of a third-generation disciple of Wudang.

"Meet Zhang Zhenren, it's really disrespectful to wait for the birthday of the old man to come late." The three empty monks of Shaolin saluted again, very respectfully.

It's just because they already know that Zhang Sanfeng has already reached the innate realm that few people in the martial arts have heard of. It is much stronger than the only remaining old monks in Shaolin, "crossing the catastrophe, crossing the misfortune, and crossing the disaster".

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Today, there are many guests on Wudang Mountain, and the old Taoist has only lived a hundred years old, and he dares to work for the three monks and jade toes?" ”

Seeing that the posture of the gods and monks of the Shaolin faction was so low, the martial arts heroes couldn't help but look at the white-clothed figure, and secretly guessed that a month ago, the traceless son went to Shaomu Mountain, and then although no news came, now it seems that these Shaolin monks are also defeated, otherwise why would it be like this.

Song Yuanqiao and other brothers also saluted the three Shaolin monks in turn, and when they arrived in the wilderness, the abbot said with a smile: "The original young man, the moon is gone, and the young man is still fine." ”

Yuan Ye returned the salute, "Thank you for your concern, the younger generation is fine." ”

"Also, who can hurt the young man in this world now", the abbot's white eyebrows drooped, covering his eyes, like an arhat with long eyebrows, with a smile on his face.

Yuan Ye turned his head to look at the Empty Wisdom Divine Monk again, "Is Master Empty Wisdom's injury okay?" ”

"Thank you Shaoxia for saving your life that day, now the old man is already fine." Master Kongzhi had a bitter look on his face, and the corners of his mouth drooped, but his words were very sincere.

"The master doesn't have to take it to heart," said the wilderness.

"Master of emptiness, this time you have to stay for more today, so that the younger generation can fulfill the friendship of the landlord," Yuan Ye said with a smile.

"Since this is the case, in the past month, Lao G's dragon claw hand has improved again, and he is about to ask Yuan Shaoxia for advice again." The Master of Emptiness has a majestic body, a majestic appearance, and a heroic speech, which is why Yuan Ye is willing to fellowship with him.

A moment later, Zhang Sanfeng greeted Kong Wen and others into the main hall. He Taichong, Exterminator Shitai, and the five elders of Kongtong stepped forward to meet one by one, admiring each other, and it was another politeness.

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.

At noon, the fireworkers moved the tables and chairs, and the guests had a light meal in this hall, and the fireworkers cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

In the afternoon, there was nothing important, and although everyone was thinking about Xie Xun and the Dragon Slayer Knife in their hearts, they didn't dare to mention it in the slightest.

The older generation had to stay in Zixiao Palace to talk and chat, and the younger generation of acquaintances wandered around this Wudang Mountain in groups.

I was bored in the wilderness, so I got up and went back to the small courtyard on the top of the mountain to stay alone.

At this time, Xiong Ba and Xiong Wu brothers went to play crazy with Wuji all over the mountain, Zhao Fan also stayed in the room alone to practice, warmed a pot of good wine in the field, and sat alone under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard to pour himself a drink.

Looking at the gradually tilting sun on the side of the mountain, Yuan Ye sighed slightly, it has been ten years since he came to this world, and he doesn't know what happened to his relatives in the Hokage world?

Alas...... The return date is far away!

The next day, everyone had breakfast in the middle hall of Zixiao Palace, after the fireworker had cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. Everyone was shocked, and they all knew that the next step was the main event.

In addition to the people of the Wudang faction, everyone from the other sects in the martial arts looked at the abbot of the Shaolin faction with blazing eyes, waiting for him to speak first.

But the abbot sat with his eyes closed, silent, and everyone looked at each other for a moment.

Xihua Zizi of the Kunlun faction suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Zhang Wuxia, I'll say it first." 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. ”

Wei Siniang's face beside him changed greatly, and he secretly scolded "stupid", he actually became that bird at this time, do you still want the master to lose some more hair!

He Taichong also looked bitter, eager to strangle this stupid apprentice, he was about to stand up and explain, after all, losing face is better than losing his life inexplicably, and he will be pointed out by a thousand people after death!

Besides, he doesn't have much face!

At this time, the abbot suddenly said: "Zhang Zhenren, the poor monks say according to their age and class, they are all your juniors." This time I came to Wudang Mountain to pay homage to my birthday, so I shouldn't have mentioned anything else. But the poor monk is the head of the Shaolin faction, and he has a few words to be frank with his predecessors, and he also asks Zhang Zhenren not to be surprised. ”

Zhang Sanfeng has always been bold, and he said straight to the point: "Three eminent monks, are you here for my fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan?" ”

When Zhang Cuishan heard this, he let go of Wuji and Yin Susu's hands and stood up.