The light boat broke thousands of waves, crossed thousands of mountains, and finally arrived in the capital, not too early or too late. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Chan followed Yi Ji and went straight to Fukang'an Mansion to go to the Tianxia Martial Arts Masters Conference.

When I arrived at the gate of Fukang'an Mansion, I saw that the guards had withdrawn, and only eight intellectuals stood by the door to greet them. Yi Ji honestly handed over the paperwork, and Wang Chan followed quietly. The acquaintance greeted him respectfully and invited the two of them to sit down at a table at the head of the east.

There were four people at the same table, and they exchanged pleasantries, and Wang Chan knew that the group of people on the opposite side was from the Great Holy Gate of Shanxi Monkey Boxing.

Wang Chan glanced up, and saw that the head of the house had a high mouth, red cheeks and long arms, but he really had a three-point monkey appearance, and he couldn't afford the word "great sage" Wang Chan didn't know, but at least he didn't insult the word monkey.

At this time, more than half of the guests in the hall had arrived, and there were still people coming in outside the door. The guests who greeted the guests in the hall were all military attaches under Fukangan, and some of them were actually three or four rank officials, if they were out of the Fu Mansion, which one was not a high-ranking official and general, but in the Marshal's Mansion, they were just a general guest attaché, and they were not much higher than the child servants.

But in the eyes of Fukangan, these people are slaves, which does not mean that these people in the rivers and lakes who go to the banquet can also be treated in the same way. After coming to the Marshal's Mansion, most of these people in the rivers and lakes have accepted their previous temperament, and even if they meet acquaintances, they only whisper a few words.

Dozens of seats are gradually filled. Wang Chan glanced at it, there were a total of sixty-two tables, eight people at each table, divided into two factions, that is to say, there were a total of one hundred and twenty-four heads of families attending the meeting.

This is still the sect that came to the meeting, and I'm afraid there are even more who didn't come. It is enough to see that there are many martial arts schools in the world, and Chinese martial arts have a long history. Of course, in this era of mud and sand, most of them are just some guys who are not worthy of the name, according to the one in front of Wang Chan, he can play a set of monkey boxing and dare to call himself a great sage.

As time went by, all the tables were seated, but for some reason the banquet was still delayed, obviously waiting for some big person.

Wang Chan raised his eyes and saw a plaque made of ancient sandalwood hanging in the middle of the hall, on which were written eight gilded characters: "Meet friends with martial arts, and the heroes will be complete." ”

There are four seats tied under the plaque, each seat is only set up with a table and chairs, and the tiger skin is on the top, but no one has taken a seat.

Sure enough, I saw a general with a second-grade top suddenly stand up and said in a loud voice: "The four masters are invited to the table." ”

The guards on both sides of the road pouted all the way: "Please invite the four heads to the table!"

At this time, there was silence in the hall, and I saw two Sanpin Martial Arts Halls leading four people into the hall, until they walked to the four tiger skin chairs in the center of the hall, and then stopped, bowed and invited the four people to take a seat.

Wang Chan raised his eyes and saw that the first person was a white-eyed old monk, holding a boxwood Zen staff in his hand, with a kind face, it seemed that he was not a hundred years old, but also ninety years old. The second person was a Taoist man in his seventies, with a dark face, eyes that seemed to be open and closed, and he was described as quite obscene. This monk is a monk, the appearance is like a cloud, the old monk is tall and majestic, and he knows at a glance that he is a monk. And that Taoist person seems to be an ordinary Maoshan Taoist priest who casts spells and draws talismans to deceive people, which attracts a burst of slander from the people below. The Buddha relies on gold, the horse relies on the saddle, not everyone has such a pair of fiery eyes.

The third person is a spirited old man, more than 60 years old, his eyes are shining, and his temples are bulging high on both sides, showing that he has profound internal strength. As soon as he entered the hall, he smiled and clenched his fists, nodding and greeting this one, and smiling with that one, among the more than a hundred heads, it seems that there are eighty or ninety people who know him, and they really travel all over the world. Everyone is either called "Uncle Tang" or "Tang Daxia", only a few very old martial arts celebrities call him "Brother Ganlin!" Even Yi Ji beside Wang Chan also respectfully said "Tang Daxia". Only Wang Chan knew that this guy was a hypocrite at all, and he was the second man after Feng Tiannan to insult Yuan Ziyi's mother. Oh no, that's just too demeaning for our Mr. Yue. With Tang Pei's low-forcing pattern and the city government's lifting of Yue Buqun's shoes, it is not worthy. How can a man who can't even control the lower half of his body be compared to a ruthless character who wields a knife from the palace.

The fourth person is dressed as a military attaché, wearing a four-grade crown, in this hall, there are military attachés who are higher than him, but he walks calmly, has a majestic bearing, and is vaguely the identity of a great master. I saw that he was about fifty years old, with big ears, his eyebrows were raised and edged, and he walked silently to the fourth seat and sat down. Wang Chan knew that this was the Manchurian warrior Hai Lanbi, and he still had some brave strength, but it was no more.

Wang Chan looked at this monk, a hero and an official, and thought that today was not in vain. Even Hai Lanbi and Tang Pei, who have the worst martial arts among the four, are not much stronger than the heads of ordinary sects, and their martial arts are probably the same as Hu Fei's, if they want to distinguish the winner or loser, they have to be after a hundred moves. And the martial arts of the other two, even Wang Chan is not sure of victory. The white-eyed monk is the abbot of Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Henan, Dazhi Zen Master, and the sloppy Taoist in the eyes of everyone is Lu Feiqing. Due to the catastrophe of the same sect in Wudang ten years ago, the head Ma Zhen and the firehand judge Zhang Zhaozhong died tragically one after another, and the Wudang faction saw the decline, and Lu Feiqing took over the portal. But he was involved with the Red Flower Society at that time, and he was afraid that the Qing court would be suspicious, so he simply left home, and there was no green son in the Taoist name, and he lived in a simple place for ten years, and the court did not pay attention to it.

This time, Fukangan held a meeting of the heads of the family, firstly, the Wudang faction is as famous as the Shaolin faction, and it is one of the most important sects in the martial arts; secondly, the famous Wudang firefighter judge Zhang Zhaozhong contributed to the imperial court in the past, and he did not know the origin of Lu Feiqing, so he urged the head of the Wudang faction to go down the mountain. Although Lu Fei is young, he is still ambitious, and he knows that Fukangan's move will definitely be detrimental to his fellow people in the rivers and lakes

Lu Feiqing was already a first-class player in the rivers and lakes ten years ago, and Wudang's cultivation of internal boxing was different from the external boxing that was prevalent in the rivers and lakes at this time. Therefore, at this time, Lu Feiqing's skills should naturally not be underestimated.

The skill of the old and terrifying Dazhi Zen Master may not be higher than Lu Feiqing, but Wang Chan is particularly interested in him, for no other reason, everyone is out of Shaolin together.

Just when Wang Chan was thinking about whether the Shaolin among the flying foxes still had Shaolin stunts, he suddenly heard the guards shouting: "Fu Dashuai has arrived!"

Wang Chan smiled, the drama meat is finally here.