In Zhang Sanfeng's secret room, Wang Jing first played a set of boxing techniques, and put the thirteen styles of Taijiquan: starting momentum, holding the ball potential, single pushing potential, probing potential, supporting potential, fluttering potential, bearing potential, dividing potential, cloud potential, turning potential, double pushing potential, downward potential, and closing potential, one by one, the action is continuous, such as flowing clouds and water, loose and natural;

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback, he had always wanted to create a set of boxing techniques, but he never imagined that Wang Jing had already played it, so he said strangely: "How can Wang Daoyou's boxing method coincide with what Poor Dao thinks?"

Wang Jing replied: "This is Zhang Zhenren's boxing technique, I just return the thing to the original owner, Zhang Zhenren see if there is anything that can be improved?"

After Wang Jing finished speaking, he brushed another set of swordsmanship, and he drew a circle with a sword in accordance with the Taiji swordsmanship of Chongxu Daochang, so accelerated, more and more circles were formed, forming a sword circle, endlessly.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng said: "Wang Daoyou's swordsmanship is also in line with what the poor road thinks, is it also a poor way thing, but it's just weird, why don't you know the poor way?"

Wang Jing replied: "In this set of swordsmanship, the center of the sword circle is where the flaw is, Zhang Zhenren thinks there is a way to make up for this flaw?"

Zhang Sanfeng first practiced one by one according to Wang Jing's boxing techniques, but found that there were some unsmooth points; and then according to Wang Jing's swordsmanship, he danced one by one, but he still felt a little unsmooth. He said: "Wang Daoyou's fist and swordsmanship itself are no problem, but the connection of the moves is not smooth, and the poor Dao needs to be studied before it can be improved." ”

Wang Jing said secretly: "This should be the lack of understanding of the descendants, so that they misunderstood the martial arts of the predecessors!"

At this time, it was getting late, so everyone called out Zhang Sanfeng and Wang Jing and had dinner together. Zhang Cuishan arranged for Wang Jing and Zhou Zhiruo to stay.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Yuanqiao and others put on newly sewn cloth robes, Zhang Cuishan called Wang Jing, and everyone was about to go to help Yu Daiyan and greet Zhang Zhenren for his birthday. Song Yuanqiao took it. Zhang Songxi's eyes were quick, and he wrote on the post: "Kunlun Houxue He Taichong led his disciples to congratulate Zhang Zhen's life than Nanshan." He exclaimed: "The head of Kunlun has personally come to pay homage to the master." When will he arrive in the Central Plains?" Mo Shenggu asked, "Has Mrs. He come?" "He Taichong's wife, Ban Shuxian, is his senior sister, and I heard that martial arts are not under the head of Kunlun. Zhang Songxi said: "Mrs. He is not written on the name post. Song Yuanqiao said: "This guest is not trivial, and the master should be invited to greet him personally." "Busy going to show Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng said: "I heard that Mr. Tieqin rarely came to Middle-earth, because he knew Lao Dao's birthday. At that moment, he led six disciples and went out. I saw that Mr. Tieqin He Taichong was not very old, wearing a yellow shirt, his expression was very elegant, and the weather was peaceful, and Yi Ran was a famous and decent generation of sect masters. Behind him stood eight male and female brothers, Yu, and Xi Huazi and Wei Siniang were also among them.

When Xihuazi saw Wang Jing, his expression was very unkind, and Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Cuishan knew it in their hearts.

Mrs. He rushed to Zhang Sanfeng to salute and congratulate. Zhang Sanfeng thanked him again and again and bowed. Song Yuanqiao and the other six knelt down and kowtowed, and He Taichong also knelt down and returned the salute, saying: "The six heroes of Wudang are famous for Huanning, how can such a big gift be treated?"

Zhang Sanfeng just welcomed He Taichong's master and apprentice into the hall, the guest and the host sat down to offer tea, and a small Taoist boy came in with a name card and handed it to Song Yuanqiao, but it was the five elders of Kongtong who came together. Among the martial arts in the world, Shaolin and Wudang are the most famous, followed by Kunlun and Emei, and followed by the Kongtong faction. The five elders of Kongtong talked about the status of seniority, but they were on an equal footing with Song Yuanqiao. But Zhang Sanfeng was very humble, stood up, and said: "The five elders of Kongtong are here, Brother He, please sit down for a while, and the old man will go out to greet the guests." ”

When he was young, the five elders of Kongtong brought their disciples in. Then the leaders of the Shenquan Sect, the Haisha Sect, the Giant Whale Gang, the Wushan Sect, and many sects and gangs came to the mountain one after another to worship their birthdays. Song Yuanqiao and the others only wanted to enjoy the whole day together with their masters and apprentices in advance, but they didn't expect that so many guests would come, and the six disciples would receive them separately, but where could they be busy? On this 100th birthday, VIPs gathered in the martial arts. Later, there were not even enough chairs for guests to sit in in Zixiao Palace. Song Yuanqiao had to send someone to hold some round stones and put them densely on the hall. The heads of the various factions and the leaders of the various gangs still had seats, and the disciples had no choice but to sit on the stones. The tea bowls for pouring tea were distributed, so I had to serve tea with rice bowls and vegetable bowls.

On the hall, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and Yin Liting accompanied the guests to say some polite gossip. While he was talking, Xiao Daotong came in again and reported: "Master Jingxuan, a disciple of Emei, led five junior brothers and sisters to pay homage to the ancestor. Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou smiled together and looked at Yin Li Pavilion. At this time, Mo Shenggu was accompanying eight or nine guests into the hall from outside, Zhang Songxi and Zhang Cuishan had just turned out of the inner hall, and when they heard the arrival of Emei's disciples, they were all smiling towards Yin Liting. Yin Liting's face was flushed, and his expression was timid. Zhang Cuishan took his hand and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, let's go and greet the VIP." ”

The two of them greeted the door. I saw that Master Jing Xuan was already in his forties, tall and majestic, although he was a woman, he was half a head taller than ordinary men. Among the five junior siblings behind her, one is a thin man in his thirties, and two are nuns, among whom Jingxu Master Tai Zhang Cuishan has already met in the sea boat. The other two are girls in their twenties, I saw one pursing her lips and smiling, and the other beautiful girl with a snow-white complexion and a long figure bowed her head and touched the corners of her clothes, it was Yin Liting's unfinished wife, Ji Xiaofu of the Golden Whip Ji family.

Zhang Cuishan stepped forward to greet him and accompanied the six people inside. Yin Liting was extremely shy, and he didn't dare to look at Ji Xiaofu at a glance, but when he walked to the bottom of the corridor, he saw that everyone was in front, and couldn't help but look at Ji Xiaofu. At this time, Ji Xiaofu lowered his head and just glanced at him, and the two met their eyes. Ji Xiaofu's younger sister Pei Jinyi coughed loudly. The two of them turned red with shame and turned their heads together. Pei Jinyi burst out laughing and said in a low voice, "Senior sister, this Senior Brother Yin is even more ashamed than you." Suddenly, Ji Xiaofu's body trembled a few times, her face turned pale, and tears were shining in her eyes.

Guests from all walks of life came in droves, and it was noon in the blink of an eye. Zixiao officials were absolutely unprepared, so how could they hold any feast? Huogong Daoist people could only send a large bowl of white rice to each person, and spread some green vegetables and tofu on top of the rice. The seven disciples of Wudang apologized repeatedly. But seeing that everyone was cooking and looking out of the hall door, it seemed that they were waiting for someone.

Wang Jing took a closer look at the birthday gifts given by everyone, most of them were some longevity peach noodles bought temporarily from Shanxia Town, and they were purchased casually in a hurry, which not only did not match the identity of Zhang Sanfeng, the great master of martial arts, but also did not conform to the momentum of the sect masters and heads of various factions.

Only Emei sent is the real heavy gift, in addition to the sixteen colors of precious jade, there is another big red brocade robe, embroidered with gold thread with a hundred different "longevity" words, the effort is not small. Master Jingxuan said to Zhang Sanfeng: "This is embroidered by the joint efforts of ten female disciples under the Emei Sect. Zhang Sanfeng was very happy in his heart, and said with a smile: "Emei Woman's boxing and sword kung fu are well-known in the world, but today she came to embroider this longevity robe for Lao Dao, which is really precious." ”

Seeing this, everyone in Wudang said in their hearts: "No matter how valuable it is, it can't compare to Brother Wang." Another wave of gratitude.

After a while, suddenly there was a voice outside the door: "Amitabha!" This Buddha horn clearly came into everyone's ear drums, clear and bright, as if it came from a distance, but it sounded like it came from its own side.

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "It turns out that the Shaolin Sect Kongwen Zen Master has arrived, hurry up and greet him." 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 his disciples, I wish Zhang Zhenren a long life." ”

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

The white eyebrows of the Master of Emptiness drooped down and covered his eyes, like an Arhat with long eyebrows; the Master of Emptiness had a majestic body and a mighty appearance; Master of Emptiness had a bitter face and the corners of his mouth drooped.