Chapter 162: The Myth Reappears
Zhang Sanfeng, a generation of grandmasters, has been famous for 70 years, and even those who have done with him back then have died of old age. On the rivers and lakes, except for the mythical Condor Heroes, there is really no one who can match it.
How good is his martial arts? There are just all kinds of magical legends circulating in the martial arts, and no one has seen them except for the seven disciples of his descendants. Now that this great master who inherits the past and opens up the future is 100 years old, the Zixiao Palace is really lively!
In addition to the gathering of famous sects such as Shaolin, Emei, Kunlun, and Kongtong, even the leaders of many sects and gangs, such as Shenquanmen, Haisha Sect, Giant Whale Gang, Wushan Faction, ・・・・・・, have also come to the mountain to pay homage.
It's a pity that the dragon slaying knife is tempting, these people worship life in the name of asking the truth, and a good birthday banquet that should be lively and festive, but the atmosphere at this time is extremely weird. As long as they are not idiots, everyone can perceive the turbulent undercurrent beneath the calm surface of the banquet.
Of course, there are many more things that make everyone feel weird, and there is far more than one. For example, in addition to Zhang Cuishan, the target of these uninvited guests, Yu Daiyan, one of the former Wudang Seven Heroes, actually stood with his senior brothers at this time to greet the guests together.
Before everyone went to Wudang, it was naturally impossible not to do their homework. In the past, Yu Daiyan was broken by Shaolin Mighty King Kong fingers, like a waste person, unable to move, this matter has long become a public case in the martial arts, and it is not a secret thing.
For this matter, the two factions of Shaolin and Wudang have already spent a lot of words and tongues in the past ten years, and it has always been difficult to make a decision. But at this time, Yu Daiyan, who should have been obediently ♂ squatting in the corner of the wall and crippled for the rest of his life, has fully recovered his ability to move, how can he not make everyone look sideways?
However, this little bit of weirdness couldn't stop everyone's fiery desire for the dragon slaying knife, and I saw Shaolin's empty smell get up and say: "Zhang Zhenren, the poor monks say according to their age and class, they are all your juniors." Today, apart from birthday greetings, 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?" Zhang Cuishan heard the master mention his name, so he stood up.
Kong Wen said: "Exactly, we have two things to ask Zhang Wuxia."
The first thing, Zhang Wuxia killed 71 of my Shaolin faction's Longmen Dart Bureau, and killed six Shaolin monks, how should the lives of these 77 people end?
The second thing, my senior brother Kongjian master, a merciful and virtuous life, has no quarrel with others, but was tragically killed by the golden lion king Xie Xun, I heard that Zhang Wuxia knew the whereabouts of the surname Xie, and asked Zhang Wuxia to give instructions. ”
didn't wait for Zhang Cuishan to speak, everyone only heard a sneer: "Jumping beam clown, An dares to be presumptuous in front of the poor road, I really don't know how thick the sky is!" Although the voice was not high, the person who spoke had a deep internal strength, and everyone in the hall could hear it clearly.
As the abbot of Shaolin and his noble status, how could he have been provoked like this and was called a clown who jumped off the beam? Rao is empty news is deeply cultivated, and his face can't help but turn red at this time. And the hot-tempered Yuanye and the others were even more angry, and their murderous eyes stared at the source of the sound.
Everyone is also very curious, who is so arrogant and dares to provoke the behemoth Shaolin? Everyone followed the prestige and were stunned to find that the voice was from behind Zhang Sanfeng.
Only then did everyone notice that there were two young Wudang disciples, a man and a woman, standing behind Zhang Sanfeng, and the voice just now was obviously made by the man with a disdainful look on his face.
Yuanye's eyes were on fire, and he was about to shout and ask, only to hear the man snort coldly again, and his tongue bloomed with spring thunder: "Get out of here!" The five words were infused with supreme internal force, which made everyone's hearts skip a beat, and at the same time, a black shadow also flew in from the long window at the entrance of the hall.
Everyone looked fixedly, and it turned out that the black shadow was a man wearing a Mongolian military uniform, and he was holding a **-year-old boy in his hand. Zhang Cuishan saw the boy's appearance clearly, and exclaimed: "Mowgli, Mowgli!" Then he rushed forward and snatched his son from the other man's hand.
Kong Wen also knew at this time that the "jumping clown" just now should not be talking about himself, but the black shadow in the falling hall, and his face was slightly slower.
Here, Zhang Cuishan took Zhang Wuji into his arms, and asked continuously while inspecting, "Wuji, are you okay?" Wuji said: "Daddy, Wuji is fine." ”
Zhang Cuishan's heart was a little settled, and only then did he remember that he was still on top of his master's birthday banquet, so he hurriedly turned around with Wuji and said to Zhang Sanfeng: "Wuji, come and meet your master!" ”
After Zhang Wuji saluted Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Cuishan took Zhang Wuji to bow to the young man behind Zhang Sanfeng and said: "Thank you seniors, save the child Wuji, and the juniors are grateful." ”
I saw that the young Taoist took a step forward, walked to Zhang Sanfeng's side, and after bowing slightly to Zhang Cuishan, he once again put his eyes back on the Mongolian soldier who couldn't move: "Junbao, do you recognize this person?" ”
As soon as these words came out, all the eyes of the scene were also focused on this person. When everyone was still thinking about who "Junbao" was, they saw that Zhang Sanfeng had already stepped forward and carefully looked at this military man.
I saw that the other party was in his fifties, although he was wearing a Mongolian military uniform, but in fact, he had a high nose and deep eyes, but he seemed to be from the Western Regions. Zhang Sanfeng recalled for a while, and found that there was no such person in his memory, so he shook his head and said: "Senior, this person has never been seen by juniors, Cuishan, have you seen this person?" ”
wtf? I think I've heard something terrible?! Everyone at the scene unconsciously plucked out their ears and looked at each other in disbelief, just now Zhang Sanfeng seemed to call the young Taoist "senior"?
How high is Zhang Sanfeng's seniority? To put it mildly, if it weren't for Lao Zhang's modesty, or after Kongwen and others saw Zhang Sanfeng, they would have to go through the gifts of their predecessors before talking about anything else!
When Zhang Cui Shankou called him a "senior" before, everyone already knew that this young Taoist should not be a martial artist, but now, even Zhang Sanfeng has to call himself a junior, what is the origin of this "young" Taoist?
Ignoring everyone's inquiring gazes, Su Zhihang took Zhang Wuji, untied the clothes on the other party's back, and sure enough, he saw that on the other party's fine skin and white flesh, a turquoise five-finger palm print was clearly printed.
Zhang Sanfeng suddenly changed color: "Xuanming Divine Palm?!" Hundred Damage Dao people?! ”