The next day, He Zhentian's birthday banquet was held on time, and people from all walks of life in the martial arts led their disciples to visit Hefu. Hu Blacksmith, the head of the Cang Sect, Liu Changhe, the head of the Shidong Gate, and Han Baiming, the leader of the Heavenly People Sect, all came, and even the Baicao Weng, the copper-headed Arhat, the deaf sky, and the dumb earth, all of whom had been hidden in the rivers and lakes for many years, also came to congratulate him. Nearly noon, two or three hundred more guests poured in. Mei Yingsong, the deputy leader of the beggar gang, the Shangguan master of the Taizhou Weilong Dart Bureau with his three sons, Long Mingjian, the king of the iron spear in northern Sichuan, Wu Shisan, the leader of the East China Sea Giant Shark Gang, and the four major swordsmen in Kansai also arrived one after another. Some of these people knew each other well, and some of them had admired each other for a long time but had never met each other, and the hall was full of greetings. Xuankong Daoist and Master Mingjing didn't like to be noisy, so they rested in the guest room, but thought in their hearts: "Among the guests who came to celebrate their birthday today, some of them are certainly prominent in the rivers and lakes, while others are indiscriminate, and there are even some small characters who are not in the stream. This He Zhentian is the chief hall owner of the Dewei Martial Arts Pavilion in the south of the Megatron River, how can he be so ignorant of self-respect, and all the friends of the three sects and the nine streams go to make friends, wouldn't he fall into my reputation as a decent family?"

The disciples of the Dewei Martial Arts Hall commanded the servants and miscellaneous servants, and fifty or sixty seats were set up inside and out. He Zhentian's relatives, friends, and disciples greeted the guests. According to the status and prestige in the martial arts, the Xuankong Dao people were elected to sit in the chief, and others such as Ming Jing Shitai and Mei Yingsong were lined up in turn. Suddenly, the gong sounded outside the door, and the welcoming boy shouted, "There is a guest!" As soon as he finished speaking, there were twenty or thirty people standing tall and short in front of the hall. The heroes in the hall were cheering and drinking, and suddenly saw these many people breaking into the hall, they were all slightly surprised, but they all thought that this generation must be why Zhentian came to celebrate his birthday, and saw that there was no one who knew each other, so he didn't care.

He Zhentian saw that the group of people who came in were all dressed as monks, but he didn't know it, so he hurriedly greeted him with a smile on his face. First, a young monk in his twenties said to a tall and thin old monk next to him: "Master, let me introduce you to the old man, this is He Zhentian, the owner of the famous Dewei Martial Arts Hall in Jiangnan Martial Arts, He Old Hero. The old monk nodded, his eyes seemed to open and closed, He Zhentian greeted him with a smile, hugged his fists and greeted, and asked: "Dare to ask who this senior monk is?" The young monk said loudly: "This is the senior monk of the Western Regions, the first Dharma Academy of the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions respected by the world, and the first protector of the country in Mongolia today. "It turns out that this tall and thin old monk is none other than the Kuzhi Zen master who was in Kublai Khan's mansion a few days ago. The young monk's words were spoken very loudly, and the people in the hall could hear them clearly. Everyone looked at each other and was stunned, and they all thought: "Now that my Great Song Dynasty is trying its best to resist foreign enemies, why is there a Mongolian protector today?" During the banquet, some well-informed people thought in their hearts: "This master of bitter wisdom is a well-known figure in the Western Regions, and he must not be a good person to come here today." But Xuankong Dao Elder and Master Ming Jing and the others thought: "This He Zhentian is too disagreeable, how can he even be **** for such a foreign enemy!"

As soon as He Zhentian heard the other party's coming, he didn't know how to deal with these people for a while, so he said with a smile: "Everyone has come from afar, please drink a few more glasses." ”

Bitter wisdom did not speak, and among the monks, a person who looked like a Mongolian official was squeezed out, took two steps forward, stood in the center, and all the monks behind him took a step back, their hands folded. The official slowly took out a scroll from his bosom and said loudly: "His Majesty the Great Khan's holy decree has arrived! He Zhentian has received the decree!" After that, he slowly unfolded the yellow scroll and read it out: "Canonized Yangzhou Dewei Martial Arts Pavilion as: The first martial arts hall in Mongolia, and the owner of the pavilion He Zhentian gave the name 'Great Master of the Protector Shenwu Xuanmen, Mr. Dewei Wuliang' to lead the Jiangnan Martial Arts ......" read it out here, seeing that no one knelt down to listen to the decree, he said loudly: "He Zhentian, the head of the Dewei Martial Arts Pavilion, received the order!"

He Zhentian stepped forward and bowed, and said: "Our pavilion belongs to the Great Song Kingdom, and the Great Khan of Mongolia loves it, and the old man is grateful, but he doesn't dare to accept this holy decree. The official was very unhappy, frowned and said: "Pavilionmaster He, why are you polite......" Before he finished speaking, He Zhentian turned his head and said to Zhang Dehai behind him: "Dehai, you go and prepare some gifts for these distinguished guests." The official asked, "...... the owner of the He Pavilion," He Zhentian said with a smile: "Since you are here, you are all guests." He walked over to Ku Zhi and the others and said, "Master, please take a seat together." ”

When he was young, Zhang Dehai took a disc, and the plate was a large package made of brocade. He Zhentian took it with both hands and said with a smile: "A little courtesy, not a respect, please accept it with a smile." As he spoke, he handed it over. The official suddenly smiled, and was about to reach out to pick it up, only to hear the young monk cough dryly from before, and said: "I waited uninvited, went to the birthday banquet of the old hero, and was cheeky and an uninvited guest, but when I thought of being able to meet all the Jiangnan martial arts heroes, I couldn't care much about it." It's just that there is one thing that is not clear, and the old hero pushes it back in every possible way, and he doesn't accept the order and doesn't kneel, I don't know what it means!"

Since the official read the holy decree, the crowd has been talking about it, and some of them have already been unable to bear it, and when they heard this, they were even more angry. Among them, Wu Shisan, the leader of the Giant Shark Gang, had the hottest temper, slapped the table and stood up, and shouted: "Bastard! Why did my Great Song people confer the canonization of Mongolian Tartars! You gang of thieves came here with a Mongolian official to read a holy decree!" The young monk squinted at him and said with a smile: "I have heard that the Central Plains is a state of etiquette, but I can't help but be disappointed when I see it today." "Bullshit!" Wu 13 scolded: "Why did you thief and bald donkey come to this purpose!" The young monk ignored him and said loudly: "Today is the fiftieth birthday of the old hero, and I don't want to cause more trouble." But today's events need to have a result. Today, it happens that the heroes of the Central Plains are all here, according to Xiao Wei's opinion, since He Lao Hero refuses to accept the order, but the will of the Great Khan cannot be violated, we might as well find another way, and launch a leader here to lead the Jiangnan martial arts, I don't know what you think?"

As soon as the heroes heard this, they all understood the intention of these people, and obviously wanted to take this opportunity to let the Jiangnan martial arts people listen to his Mongolian orders. Now Mongolia is strong, and the Great Song Dynasty is full of soldiers. If these monks were able to overwhelm the crowd, although the heroes here would never obey the orders, it would also weaken the Han people's resistance to the Mongols. Today is He Zhentian's birthday, and he is the master here, so they all turned their heads to look at him, thinking: "No matter how good these dozens of people are in martial arts, they will never be the opponents of hundreds of people here, whether it is a single fight or a group fight, we will not fall behind, let's just see how He Zhentian copes." ”

He Zhentian knew that if he didn't use force today, it would be difficult to do it, and the group would naturally win if he beat his own side, but it was difficult to convince the other party, so he said loudly: "Since a few friends from afar have this suggestion, I don't think it's a bad thing. Just today I will take advantage of this proposal to nominate a hero with both ability and political integrity to lead everyone to resist the invasion of foreign enemies, I don't know what everyone thinks?" According to the old man's opinion, among all of you here today, I am afraid that when it comes to martial arts and virtue, it should be headed by the Xuankong Daoist of Lingheguan, and the old man hereby proposes to elect the Xuankong Daoist as the leader, I don't know if everyone agrees?" Ku Zhi raised his eyes and looked at the Xuankong Daoist in the seat, and said slowly: "Nengzhi, you go and have a few tricks with that old Taoist, I'll take a look." It turned out that the young monk's name was Nengzhi, and when he answered, he stepped forward. Wu Shisan had long been very dissatisfied with him, and at this time, seeing him swaggering, he didn't take the Xuankong Daoist to heart at all, and suddenly became angry, jumped out, and said loudly: "Just because you also want to fight with the Taoist, let Lao Tzu teach you a lesson first!"