Zhang Sanfeng's face also flashed with remembrance, he raised his head, stared into the distance, and his mind flashed Jueyuan, Guo Xiang, Yi Tianxing, and Xiaoyao Wang in turn...... Relatives and enemies are all gone. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The turbulent years have passed after all, no, the rivers and lakes have never changed, but his rivers and lakes, the agitation that belongs to him has passed, and the enthusiasm of his youth has turned into today's emotion.

Although all this is inevitable, no one can escape, but this kind of life is too lonely after all, but at this moment, a warm current in his heart slowly flowed online, came to his throat, and came to his mouth.

Thankfully, he's not alone.

After half a ring, Zhang Sanfeng showed a hint of relief on his face, smiled freely, and said, "You already know the life of Jun Shuai. Since he first entered the rivers and lakes, he is the proud of the world, and since he re-entered the rivers and lakes, it has been more than ten years in a hurry, and the heroes of the world have risen together. At that time, Mongolia's momentum was more prosperous than today, everyone knew that Mongolia's iron hooves crisscrossed the Central Plains, but it was just a few years, or more than ten years will happen, but he single-handedly turned the tide and did not fall, the Great Song Dynasty was able to extend a hundred years of national glory, the prosperity of merit, can be said to be the first person in the past and present, at that time he cultivated as a success, but compared with the top figures at that time, that is, now it has become a legend of the Eight Shiba, Meng Chixing and others, there are still many inferior, Not to mention that the Supreme Grandmaster Ling Dong, who was said to have shattered the void and left, came. Therefore, he went to Shaolin Temple to discuss with the master of the empty way, in order to obtain the Shaolin Zhen School of the Yijin Sutra and the Washing of the Pulp Sutra. ”

The crowd let out an exclamation of "ah", Shaolin seventy-two stunts are famous all over the world, but as we all know, the Yijin Sutra and the Washing the Marrow Sutra are Shaolin's Zhenpai magic skills, and Jun Shuai is a foreigner, he actually wants Shaolin to offer these two kinds of magic skills, although this is not the first time, but no one has ever succeeded before, and now they have long known that Jun Shuai went to Songshan, and finally got the Yijin Sutra and the Washing of the Marrow Sutra.

Shaolin monks, except for Kong Wen, Sandu and a few other people with unchanged expressions, the rest of the complexions are a little ugly, Kong Zhi snorted coldly, obviously thinking that this matter is a great shame for the sect since Bodhidharma founded Shaolin.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly, and said slowly: "The details of this matter, Lao Dao has not personally experienced it, so it is inconvenient to say more. What Lao Dao wants to say is that when Lao Dao was still a miscellaneous servant of Shaolin, worshiped under the master Jueyuan of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Jun Shuai entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and had a detailed discussion with the teacher, Lao Dao was very young at the time, did not understand the world, and did not feel that Jun Shuai was so, and was learning to paint at that time, so he hid aside and painted Jun Shuai's voice and appearance. The teacher once said that Jun Shuai is a great man, so he warned the old Tao that he must take good care of the portrait, and in the future, he may encounter insoluble difficulties with this opportunity, and Jun Shuai may help him. The teacher's teachings have never been forgotten, so the portrait has been preserved for nearly a hundred years. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene suddenly fell into a dead silence, and they all held their breath, staring at Zhang Sanfeng with burning eyes, which was an unprecedented shocking thing.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said, "Yuanqiao, you go and bring the scroll from the third drawer of the first row of bookshelves in my room." ”

"Yes."

Song Yuanqiao's frightened mind left in his arms, and immediately displayed Wudang's top body technique, only a few dozen breaths, he had already taken out the painting scroll, walked into the square, and said, "Master, the painting scroll has been taken." ”

Before he could hand it to Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Sanfeng had already smiled and said, "You will open the scroll and show it to all the friends who have seen the Evil Sword Immortal himself in turn." ”

Song Yuanqiao answered, his hands trembled and opened the picture scroll, and Zhang Wuji, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu and others standing on his left and right sides were shocked and said in a lost voice: "This is ...... It's ......"

Although Zhang Sanfeng had previously said that this was the portrait of Jun Shuai painted back then, but when it came to seeing this moment with their own eyes, they were still horrified and couldn't help themselves, if the person who painted the portrait was Jun Shuai, it was clearly the Evil Sword Immortal!

The Wudang faction was stunned and couldn't say a word.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yuanqiao took a few heavy breaths, and handed the scroll to Kongwen, Kongzhi, Extinction and others, Shaolin, Emei and other people who participated in the siege of the six major factions in the battle of Guangmingding, all gasped.

"Jun ...... Junshuai! This is Jun Shuai, this is Jun Shuai...... Wow, ahhhh The painting scroll was put to Sun Runze and other remnants of the loyal army, and Sun Runze immediately cried silently and burst into tears. Then he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the portrait.

The painting scroll spread farther and farther, but anyone who had seen Yue Feng's appearance was all exclaimed, the person on it was not a bystander, it was exactly the same portrait as Yue Feng, and even the three evil smiles when the corners of his mouth were curled, it was no different, and the painting scroll was treated with special antiseptic technology and preserved for nearly a hundred years, there is no doubt that this portrait was from nearly a hundred years ago.

Like everyone in Wudang, although Zhang Sanfeng had been named before, it was one thing to hear it, and it was another thing to see it, and suddenly saw Yue Feng on this portrait, and the impact was naturally not small.

All of a sudden, the scene fell into dead silence again, and the Shaolin faction, who had originally made up their minds to get back face from Yue Feng, all the monks were not ugly on their faces, not to mention whether they had the strength or not, even if they did, under the name of "Jun Shuai", who would dare to risk the world's disapproval and find Yue Feng's trouble? Moreover, a hundred years ago, Zhang Sanfeng was still Zhang Junbao, a child who didn't know much about anything, but now Zhang Sanfeng has become a centenarian, but Yue Feng's appearance has not changed at all, is this person really like Ling Donglai, who is already an immortal at the level of the Broken Void?

The Shaolin monks fell into their own embarrassment, and they didn't notice that Yan Jing'an's face was also a little unsightly.

She suddenly remembered what her ancestor Leng Bixin had said before she died, which was also Cihang Jingzhai's promise to Yue Feng, but with him in the rivers and lakes for a day, Cihang Jingzhai would never interfere in the affairs of the rivers and lakes!

A hundred years ago, Cihang Jingzhai was suppressed and beaten by Yue Feng, could it be that more than a hundred years later, the tragedy of that year will be staged again?

"Junshuai!" "Hahahaha...... Damn, if it's really handsome, it couldn't be better! "No, could it be that Junshuai is really a fairy? Hehe...... So what are the Mongolian Tatars afraid of?! ”

Not to mention the psychological state of the Shaolin monks, Yan Jing'an and others, the martial artists on the scene exploded again, and the atmosphere was completely boiling.

At this moment, a sarcastic sneer sounded coldly: "What kind of gentleman is not handsome, but he is just pretending to be a god and playing a ghost, so he is a mysterious person!" The sound came from the foot of the mountain, crisp and beautiful, and even though it was miles away, it was also very clear. (To be continued.) )