Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan, was originally entertaining visitors from all over the world in Haoran Building.

Suddenly, I got the news that the head of Wudang had come to the foot of the mountain.

This made Qiu Songhe's heart happy!

He immediately announced to everyone that he would personally go down the mountain to meet Wudang and his party.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but bite their ears with the people around them.

Although everyone was quietly talking with others, they couldn't stand the large number of people in the hall, and these whispers gathered in one place, and they also became rumbling and whispering.

The more Qiu Songhe heard everyone talking, the more happy and proud he felt in his heart!

Although Qiu Songhe is also a calm and experienced person in Huashan on weekdays, today is the big day he has been waiting for for many years.

What's more, now that everything is developing in the direction he expected, how can Qiu Songhe not feel surging?

There was even a voice in his heart that was constantly shouting: Talk more!

It's just that this surging emotion is only stirring in Qiu Songhe's heart, and what is shown on his face is still a faint smile.

I saw Qiu Songhe walking towards the bottom of the mountain with the "beloved apprentice" Fang Zhongjin again.

His back quickly disappeared in front of everyone.

And the discussion in the hall suddenly became a little louder than before.

A swordsman wearing a robe of animal skin and a face as deep as an axe and chisel asked others in a Western Regions accent: "Lao Liang, why did everyone talk so much about it as soon as they said that the head of the Wudang Sect was coming?"

Called Lao Liang is a fat man dressed as a rich man. His round body was wrapped in a brocade robe, and while squinting his eyes to observe the surroundings, he attached himself to the swordsman's ear and said, "The Wudang faction is not good now!"

When the swordsman heard this, he opened his mouth wide and was very surprised, and said, "How could it not work? I just didn't come back in the Western Regions, and I heard that the current saint keeps canonizing and rewarding Wudang. It is said that now Wudang incense has flourished over Longhu Mountain and Qingliang Mountain!"

Lao Liang glanced at him, and said, "You have been in the Western Regions for a long time, and the news is not convenient. It is true that Wudang Mountain is at its peak, but the decline of the Wudang faction has been a matter of the past ten years. ”

The swordsman asked curiously, "What kind of formula method?"

Lao Liang said: "More than forty years ago, all the sects and factions in the martial arts suffered a great loss of vitality. There's not much to say about it. But after 40 years, everyone has recovered.

is the only one who is the previous head of the Wudang faction, and he doesn't open the door to accept apprentices. Haven't you heard of the nature of his four disciples?"

The swordsman nodded and said, "Bu, medicine, Dan, painting? ”

Lao Liang continued: "The old boss is not in a hurry. The remaining living people in the door are scattered, so let him continue to fall like this.

After the old head went, their elder brother Zang Yushan's personality was even more detached. The old master also accepted four disciples. After Zang Yushan became the head, he had never heard of any new disciples accepted by the Wudang faction. ”

Hearing this, the swordsman said, "Even if there are no new disciples, it doesn't mean that they are in decline." The Wudang faction is the orthodoxy of martial arts, we all know it, and we all saw how high the martial arts in the sect were.

What's more, as far as I know, Bu, Yi, Dan, and Hua all have disciples. Even if there is no new disciple in the past ten years, is there not a single person under the door who can use it?"

Lao Liang saw that the swordsman had already asked the fundamentals, so he lowered his voice a little more and said: "The martial arts in this world are afraid of a 'mixed and unrefined'. Bu, medicine, Dan, and painting are not in the minds of martial arts. It is said that the kung fu is far worse than that of their masters.

And the disciples under their seat are even worse than one. Everyone says that no one on Wudang Mountain now thinks about making progress, and he wastes his business all day long, and he is proud of learning some of the ways of the gate.

That's why everyone said that the Wudang faction is now in decline!"

Hearing this, the swordsman nodded heavily. In the end, he couldn't help but let out a sigh and said: "The old head of Wudang's martial arts were unfathomable, and the lives of so many of our brothers here have been saved by him." Where did you think that the Wudang Sect would fall into such a field, really, hey......"

The sigh of the swordsman was like the sigh of the rest of the hundreds of people in the Haoran Building, gathering together, and it was rumbling that it was not really heard.

On the other side of Huashan, the head Qiu Songhe had already rushed to the gate of Huashan Mountain with Fang Zhongjin.

They only waited for a while, and then they saw that there were indeed five people who had climbed the gate of Huashan Mountain.

Fang Zhongjin stood behind Qiu Songhe and recognized a middle-aged Taoist priest among the five at a glance.

He was the one who used a secret book of internal strength in the capital to copy Lu'er's paintings.

It's just that although this Taoist priest glanced over Fang Zhongjin's face, he didn't show the slightest surprise.

Obviously, he didn't remember the little "turtle prince" in the capital back then, and he would never have thought that such a person would have the opportunity to stand behind Qiu Songhe, the head of Huashan.

And the three people standing in front of him can really be said to be tall, short, fat and thin, each with their own appearance and personality.

Fang Zhongjin had already received Qiu Songhe's guidance before, and knew that most of these four people were the four people of Huashan, such as Bu, Medicine, Dan, and Painting.

The most strange thing was that behind them was a young man who seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

This boy has not yet grown up, and he is as thin as a leather monkey.

He wore a loose coat, his sleeves rolled up high, and the word "reluctant" written all over his face.

Qiu Songhe saw that there were a total of five people from the Wudang faction. Then this time the participant in the competition must be this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

This time, the smile on Qiu Songhe's face couldn't be stopped.

I heard him suppress the smugness in his tone, and said to one of the four elders: "Master Zang, don't come to harm!"

A middle-aged man with an elegant temperament and a tired face also said to Qiu Songhe: "Master Qiu, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so healthy." The Huashan faction has been carried forward by you, and the old head of the family will be very happy. ”

This praise is right on Qiu Songhe's heart.

He has been dissatisfied with the Wudang faction since decades ago.

There was a catastrophe back then, and everyone remembered the great kindness of the Wudang faction, but they forgot the Huashan faction that also contributed to it.

Now behind Qiu Songhe is the huge Huashan faction, which has thousands of disciples.

In front of Qiu Songhe were the only four people left in the Wudang faction, plus a thin half-grown child.

How can this not make Qiu Songhe's heart happy?

I heard Qiu Songhe ask again: "I don't know what this young man is called, does he represent Wudang this time?"

The head of Zang Yushan sighed and said, "It's him." He is the son of my great apprentice. My great disciple died many years ago. Only this little bit of blood remains.

After that, all the martial arts that this kid learned were taught by me. Fortunately, he is still smart, but he is not very diligent.

Today's competition is for him to play. ”

After that, he turned back to the half-grown son behind him and said, "Ah Peng, come and see Grandpa Qiu, the head of Huashan." ”

Unexpectedly, the kid who was called Ah Peng was not too reluctant, and only scribbled his hand, and finally didn't call anyone.

Qiu Songhe saw that the kid was so disrespectful to him, not only was he not angry in his heart, but he couldn't restrain his joy.

Looking at this kid's appearance and demeanor, it is clear that he is a child who can't support the wall.

The mind is not mature, and the person has not grown, just with such a child, it is impossible to win Fang Zhongjin in any case.

Has Wudang actually fallen to Si?

God help me!