After a while, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Liting came in with two tall and resolute-faced nuns led by Emei disciples, Xian Yu Tongyuan didn't know everyone, only recognized the first nun as Jingxu Shitai, and a beautiful girl with a snow-white complexion and a long figure standing on the side was Ji Xiaofu, she saw Yin Liting staring at her, so she lowered her head and played with the corners of her clothes.

When the people of Emei saw that many guests came to Wudang, they first presented the gift list, and then Song Yuanqiao introduced the heads of each faction to them one by one.

Xian Yu heard them speak early, and only then did he know that the tallest nun standing with Jingxu was Jingxuan Shitai, and two of the five junior siblings behind them were nuns named Jingzhao and Jingjia, and the one standing with Ji Xiaofu was Pei Jinyi, and there was a male disciple in his thirties who didn't even say a name, which shows that the Emei faction is now dominated by women, and the male disciples are all of very low status.

Guests from all walks of life came in droves, and it was noon in the blink of an eye. There is no preparation in Zixiao Palace, how can there be any feast? Huogong Daoist can only send a large bowl of white rice to each person, and spread some green vegetables and tofu on top of the rice.

The six disciples of Wudang apologized repeatedly, but everyone didn't care about the taste of the food, just kept looking out of the hall door while picking up the rice, as if they were waiting for someone.

Xian Yu informed that they were all waiting for the three monks of Shaolin Temple, and they were waiting for Shaolin to arrive before they could make trouble, but he didn't care about this, and sat next to Zhang Zhenren with his rice bowl, and talked to Zhang Sanfeng about his views on Daozang while eating.

Zhang Sanfeng is not a person who pays attention to red tape, and naturally he will not care about the rules of eating and sleeping, and he rarely has the knowledge of countless professors in his previous life who used the wisdom of his predecessors to fry cold rice, so it is quite novel to talk about Taoist insights, which makes Zhang Sanfeng feel that the head of Huashan is really interesting and insightful, so he also said a few more words, and the front of the Taoist robe and beard on his body inevitably lost a few grains of rice.

The purpose of Xian Yutong is for Zhang Sanfeng, naturally no matter how many people are watching, he is talking to Zhang Sanfeng warmly, he and Zhang Sanfeng also see each other as a true temperament, so they have a little more good feeling in their hearts.

The six heroes of Wudang have seen that many of the sects have hidden murder weapons, except for the Emei faction, everyone is afraid that they are all here for Xie Xun's whereabouts, but Zhang Cuishan will never betray his friends, so he discussed privately, planning to control the masters of a faction with tiger claws, Yu Lianzhou's highest martial arts chose Guan Neng, the oldest of the five elders of Kongtong, Zhang Cuishan knew that his martial arts should not be He Taichong's opponent, so he chose Xihuazi, a Taoist of the Kunlun faction, and Song Yuanqiao and others chose the elderly seniors of other sects, but because Huashan looked like a real birthday, he was not included in the selection。

The guests in the hall had a light meal, and the fireworker cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. Zhang Songxi said loudly: "Seniors, friends, today's 100th birthday of the family teacher, the light of the people, our faction is full of honor, but the hospitality is extremely slow, please forgive me." The family teacher originally wanted to invite everyone 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. My 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 as detailed as the teacher. 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's rare for you to come to Wudang, so you will be accompanied by your subordinates, how about going to the front and back of the mountain to enjoy the scenery?"

His words first blocked everyone's mouths, and stated that today is the birthday of the auspicious Shuo, if anyone mentions Xie Xun and the Longmen Dart Bureau, it is the intention to be the enemy of the Wudang faction.

These people went up the mountain one after another, except for the Emei faction and the Huashan faction, they did not hesitate to fight, in order to force the whereabouts of the golden lion king Xie Xun, but the Wudang faction was so prestigious that no one dared to form a bond with it alone. If hundreds of people rush up, they have no scruples, but whoever wants to stand up and attack first, no one wants to be the one who is wronged.

Everyone looked at each other and froze for a moment. Xihuazi of the Kunlun faction stood up and said loudly: "Zhang Sixia, you don't have to say it in your head. 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. ”

Mo Shenggu held back the weather for a long time, and at this time he couldn't bear it anymore, and sneered: "Okay, I see, no wonder, no wonder!"

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

Mo Shenggu said: "I heard that you came to Wudang to pay homage to your master's birthday, but when you saw that you had hidden blades on your body, I wondered in my heart. ”

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

Mo Shenggu sneered: "Very good, sure enough, no." After speaking, he stretched out two fingers and gently pulled 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 and sword." ”

Zhang Songxi was about to shout "Ahhhhhhhh

Zhang Sanfeng sat on the chair and didn't move, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the Shaolin Sect Kongwen Zen Master has arrived, hurry up and greet you." ”

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." ”

Kongwen, Kongzhi, and Kongxu are the characters of the four great monks of Shaolin, except for the death of Master Kongjian, the three monks have all arrived. Zhang Songxi was startled, and the sound of "ahh

He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun faction, said: "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." ”

Another deep voice outside the door said, "This one is Mr. He, the head of Kunlun." Zhang Zhenren, it is really disrespectful for the old man to wait for his birthday to come late. ”

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

Xian Yu listened to the four of them chatting easily at least hundreds of meters away, and knew that this Fan was really good, listening to the thunder in ordinary places, and looking at the pretending ratio from the plain place, so he was itchy and unbearable, so he also said: "The three gods and monks are famous all over the world, and the contemptible people also want to meet them for a long time, and today I can see the three at Zhang Zhen's birthday banquet, and my Huashan faction is not worth the trip, and it is worth it." ”

Master Kongwen said: "The one who spoke must be Mr. Xian Yutong, the head of Huashan?

Kong Wen thought that he could talk to himself in the air is Zhang Sanfeng and He Taichong, even if Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou have this ability, they will definitely not dare to collide with the master to speak, but they didn't think that a master of Huashan appeared halfway, Kong Wen didn't know who it was, and suddenly remembered that a few years ago, Yuanyin had said that the head of Huashan had profound martial arts, and the Xuan Gong was clear, and Kong Zhi also listened to Yuanxin say that Xian Yutong's martial arts insights, so he knew that this person's martial arts were extremely high, and now the person who wants to speak must be him.

Zhang Sanfeng, He Taichong, Xian Yutong, Kongwen and Kongzhi The five of them were separated by several portals, and the internal forces of each movement answered each other, just like a face-to-face conversation, the Emei faction Jingxuan Shitai, Jingxu Shitai, Kongtong faction's Guan Neng, Zong Weixia, Tang Wenliang, Chang Jingzhi, Hu Bao and other skills were not enough, so they couldn't interject, and the rest of the characters of the various gangs and factions were even more shocked and self-effeminated.

Zhang Sanfeng led his disciples to greet him, and Xian Yutong looked out, only to see three monks leading nine monks, slowly walking to the front of Zixiao Palace.

The old monk led by the white eyebrows drooped, covering the eyes, like a long-eyebrow Arhat, rarely informed that it must be the abbot of the empty smell, next to the old monk has a majestic body, looking mighty, the other is a bitter face, the corners of the mouth drooping.

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 was taught by his master, Master Jueyuan, then he would be 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, and now they met each other with the courtesy of their peers, Song Yuanqiao and others were a generation shorter, and Xian Yutong only heard that the bitter face was empty wisdom, and the appearance was mighty emptiness.

After Zhang Sanfeng entered the main hall with empty news, He Taichong, Jingxuan Shitai, Guan Neng and others stepped forward to meet each other, and Xian Yutong also followed and admired each other.

Master Kongwen was extremely humble, and after saluting the leaders and disciples of several factions, the leaders of other small gangs and the junior disciples also had to salute and greet a few words, and after a while, hundreds of people were introduced one by one.

The three eminent monks of emptiness, emptiness, and emptiness sat down and drank a cup of tea. Kong Wen said: "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 senior monks, are you here for me, the fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan?"

Kong Wen said: "Exactly, we have two things to ask Zhang Wuxia." The first thing, Zhang Wuxia killed my Shaolin faction's Longmen Dart Bureau full of 71 games, and killed six Shaolin monks, how should the lives of these 76 people be ended? The second thing, my senior brother Master Kongjian, who was merciful and virtuous all his life, had no quarrel with others, but was tragically killed by Xie Xun, the golden lion king, I heard that Zhang Wuxia knew the whereabouts of the surname Xie, and asked Zhang Wuxia to give instructions. ”

Zhang Cuishan said loudly: "Master Kongwen, the seventy-six lives of the Longmen Dart Bureau and the Shaolin monks are definitely not injured by the younger generations. Zhang Cuishan has been trained by his mentor all his life, although he is stupid, he does not dare to fight. As for who the seventy-six people were who were injured, the younger generation knew it, but they didn't want to say it explicitly. This is the first piece. What about the second one, the master of Kongjian passed away and returned to the west, and everyone in the world mourned, but the golden lion king and the younger generation had eight worships and married Jin Lan. Where Xie Xun is, I can't hide it, and the younger generation also knows it. But I am a person in the martial arts, the most important word is 'righteousness', Zhang Cuishan's head can be broken, blood can be splashed, and the whereabouts of my righteous brother, I will never confide in him. This matter has nothing to do with my teacher, and it has nothing to do with my fellow disciples, and Zhang Cuishan is responsible for it alone. If you want to force each other to die, if you want to kill or chop, please do it. The surname Zhang has never done anything in his life to shame his master, and he has never killed a good person in vain. His words were full of righteousness.

Kong Wen chanted: "Amitabha!" and thought to himself: "Listening to what he said, it seems to be true, how to deal with this?"

At this moment, a child's voice suddenly shouted outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the hall, "Daddy!"

Zhang Cuishan's heart was shocked, this voice was Wuji, and under the surprise of surprise, he shouted loudly: "Wuji, are you back?" and hurried out of the hall.