The breath of the two people converges, the same origin and the same ancestry, promoting each other, showing more surging and vast, and even the wind and clouds on the side of the mountain have changed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Such a powerful opponent, unless he really tears his face and attacks and besieges him, he will be rejected by the two of them for a while.

Many of the former instigators hid in the crowd with embarrassed faces, and the scene quickly calmed down, and no one provoked again.

"The wind is from the dragon, the cloud is from the tiger, the yin and yang are intertwined, the dragon and the tiger meet, what a pair of rising stars, Zhang Zhenren is really blessed!"

At this moment, an old man in a plain white robe appeared from the Huashan faction.

"These two sons see their hearts and minds, and their gods are in harmony with heaven and earth. A hundred years later, Junbao has a successor. Among the Kunlun faction, a scribe who carried a harp walked slowly.

"I'm a disciple of the Kongtong faction, untie the sword and leave the blade!" In the Kongtong faction, a handsome man in a green power suit said coldly.

"Huashan Sword Master!"

"The Three Saints of Kunlun!"

"Patriarch Kongtong!"

As soon as these three people came out, Mo Xiang and Zhang Duan's complexion changed greatly, and they immediately stepped forward to salute.

"You need not be suspicious. ”

The three sages of Kunlun were the oldest, and seeing that the two juniors were worried, they said gently: "A few of us old guys, first, we came to find an old friend to congratulate our birthday and catch up on the old days; ”

"I'll keep my weapons with me. ”

With this old-timer as an example, the sword pool ceremony will continue to be carried out.

Kongtong Ancestor created his own Seven Injuries Boxing Method, without weapons, and moved forward easily.

"Two little friends, I don't have a sword in my hand, so I don't have to work hard!"

Looking at this Huashan Sword Saint, Mo Xiangdu's eyes were reverent: "The cultivation of the predecessor sword path is really impressive." ”

"Haha, let's go! Don't show off in front of juniors!"

The Kunlun Three Sages smiled slightly, and they had already gone first. But I saw him slowly raise his steps, and every step on the ground seemed to shrink into inches, and the next step appeared, and he appeared a few feet away.

"Shrink the ground into inches, return to the basics, such a handsome Yunlong nine folds!" Kongtong Ancestor smiled slightly, and there was a faint seven-wound anger under his feet, slightly colorful, as if he had descended from the earth, and it was difficult to look directly.

"The two old guys, they don't show off, but they both show real skills. Huashan Sword Saint laughed, the plain white robe was windless, and the invisible qi swords were beside him, chasing the two of them.

With these three seniors demonstrating in front, all the follow-up visitors have no excuse to embarrass Wudang, only to untie their swords one after another.

At this time, a middle-aged scribe suddenly stepped forward and said, "The two, my Tang Sect disciples, only have secret weapons and poisons, it is not easy to show them clearly, can they be accommodating?"

Behind the crowd, some people recognized his identity, and they all secretly exclaimed.

Mo Xiangdu and Zhang Dufang didn't dare to slack off, and immediately said: "The master of the Tang Sect doesn't need to be polite, according to the previous explanation of the master, the sword pool represents the sword soldiers in the world, and the solution is the sword blade, and the hidden weapon poison is special, no longer among them, please go up the mountain." ”

"Thank you!"

Looking at the backs of everyone in Tangjiabao, Mo Xiangdu's smile was a little dignified.

"I've seen Senior Brother Mo, Senior Brother Zhang!"

A group of women stepped forward, which can be regarded as bringing fragrant breezes.

"It turned out to be Senior Sister Ji Guying! I heard that Master Kuhan is located in you, and I didn't have time to congratulate you, forgive me!"

Zhang Qianfang had some dealings with the Emei faction and asked cordially.

"Ordered in danger, what a joy is there, Gu Ying's skills are shallow, and he needs more senior brothers to help him......"

Finding that the weak woman in the past was now sharp-tongued, Zhang Qianfang couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"Senior Sister Ji is polite. Mo Xiangdu smiled generously, "I don't know if your sect is really good, but it's okay?"

"There is Senior Brother Lao to remember, Dugu Shizu is in good health, and he will be out of the customs in a few days. Ji Guying clapped his hands, and a female disciple stepped forward and presented a beautiful wooden box, "What is contained in this box is a longevity peach carved from my Emei top 10,000-year-old cold jade, which was carved by the ancestors in the past, and was specially left to be presented at this time. ”

Mo Xiangdu hurriedly took it: "Hezhen is such a big gift, how dare Wudang bear it?"

"Senior brother is polite. Emei Wudang has always been close, even if for some reason, there is a slight misunderstanding. It will not affect the deep friendship between the two factions, and the ancestor sent a longevity peach, which is also in his heart. ”

Looking at Ji Guying, who was newly in charge, she was delicate and beautiful, smiling smartly, but her words were secretly sharp, Zhang Dufang and Mo Xiangduo couldn't help but glance at each other, and they were secretly shocked.

"The sword of my Emei disciple, just the two senior brothers, bother to take care of it!" After that, Ji Guying and a group of Emei elites handed the sword to the Wudang disciples by the sword solving pool, and the group walked towards the top of Wudang Mountain.

After Emei, there was a group of beggars in tattered clothes.

"Before my beggar gang went up the mountain, I deliberately took a shower and even changed my clothes, and I would never let Zhang Zhenren laugh. ”

The leader of the beggar gang, Nakasaji, is in tattered clothes and kind eyes, holding a dead wooden cane in his right hand and a golden bowl with nine dragons tattooed on it in his left hand.

"It turned out that the middle gang leader came in person, please please, please. ”

This is also a famous character who shocks the rivers and lakes, and Mo Xiang stepped forward to greet him, and he didn't dare to slack off.

After that, there were sects, large and small, that laid down their weapons and went up the mountain.

After the crowd thinned out, for a long time, there was no big faction.

When the sun was on the three poles, the sound of Buddhist scriptures chanting sounded at the foot of Wudang Mountain, and a red and yellow color appeared at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Mo Xiangdu looked at the bottom of the mountain, took a breath, nodded and said, "Shaolin, it's finally here." ”

The number of people who came from Shaolin this time was not large, and it was by no means the largest among the previous sects.

However, if there are people with good vision and rich experience, they can find that among them, the famous predecessors who have not been born for a long time and have great origins are listed one by one.

"Amitabha!"

Master Yuantong, the head of Shaolin, walked in front of the two of them, and said with a kind smile: "The poor monk came today just to celebrate his birthday, and there is no malice." The two donors, the old man did not have weapons on him, so he should be allowed to enter. ”

Seeing Shaolin's momentum Zhang Qianfang, his face was not very natural, but Mo Xiangdu behaved as usual, smiled kindly, and immediately said: "Master Yuantong is highly respected, he doesn't speak, he can go over, please." ”

Master Yuantong smiled and nodded, pinched the rosary, and walked first. Behind him, several silent and majestic elders were also happy to hand over their weapons, and in the end, the eighteen Arhats and other warrior monks with sword and monk sticks in their hands consciously handed their weapons to the Wudang disciples, and followed the abbot and walked towards the mountain.

A group of monks, solemn and slow, seems to be a Buddha and quiet, but the hidden power of oppression, Wudang Shuangjie, is so clearly understood.

The sun is slanting to the sky.

The Shaolin faction came late, and by this time, almost all the idlers gathered at the foot of the mountain had already gone up to the mountain.

After that, the lone ranger who caught up slower, the disciples of the family, came sporadically, but no one paid special attention.

Gradually, as the number of visitors became scarce, Mo Xiang and Zhang exhausted, and there was no need to stay in control of the scene. So the two instructed their disciples to continue to stay, and then performed light skills together and ran towards Wudang Mountain.

At this time, the characters of various sects and factions had already gathered in the Zixiao Palace.

Although the space of Zixiao Hall is huge, there are too many visitors today, but they are all distinguished guests from the famous town, and they should not be neglected.

Wudang Song Jinhu was in charge, so he had to send someone to hold some round stones and put them densely on the hall.

The heads of the various factions, the leaders of the gangs, and the elders of the seniors still had seats, and the disciples had no choice but to sit on the stones and enjoy tea.

Entering the palace, the weapons that were untied when the sword pool was untied have naturally been returned one by one, although some people took the opportunity to complain sarcastically, but there was no chaos.

As time passed, Zhang Zhenren had not yet appeared, but in Zixiao Palace, there were already some undercurrents surging between each other because of sectarian grievances.

Xiao Yu and the others had already received the notice and had entered the hall before, but they did not compete with others for the right position, but just sat on the round stone in the corner, silently complacent.

Time passed slowly.

Finally, Zhang Zhenren slowly paced out under the embrace of the seven sons of Wudang.

As if pulled by an invisible string, everyone in the Zixiao Hall stood up.

Zhang Zhenren is dressed in a plain white yin and yang robe, a crown of green clouds, a long beard and chest, and fairy wind bones, with a kind smile, but his eyes are extremely profound, implying the wonderful charm of heaven and earth.

The heroes looked at each other, and their hearts sank, as if they were facing the sky and the sea, and they couldn't see the slightest depth.

Entering the hall, Zhang Zhenren was walking towards the main seat with a smile, and suddenly stopped, looking directly at Xiao Yu, his eyes seemed to be flashing.

Xiao Yu stood up suddenly, motioned to his companion to wait, and walked forward lightly.

When the two approached, they both looked at each other and nodded, smiling gently, without the slightest wariness between strangers.

This is the first time the two have met, but Zhang Zhenren sensed it and seemed to notice Xiao Yu's secrets. He stretched out his hand to respectfully ask, Xiao Yu was not polite, and followed him up to the main seat and sat on the side.

Because the atmosphere of the Zixiao Hall was solemn, the sound of surprise rose slightly, and soon it was calm.

The heroes of the martial arts, knowing or not knowing Xiao Yu's identity, were all very surprised by Zhang Zhenren's actions. However, the guest is always at the mercy of the host, and it is not good to question this matter.

Zhang Zhenren also seemed to have done what he should have done, without explaining to everyone at all.

He looked at the guests who were standing in the hall one by one, seemingly polite, but in fact staring at each other, and laughed loudly: "Fellow martial artists, how can you be poor and tired, please sit down!"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the Kunlun Three Sages and other celebrities of his generation, and he nodded. When he arrived at the Shaolin faction, his gaze suddenly became solemn, and he had already realized that the comer was not good.

As everyone in the main hall returned to their seats, the scene was peaceful for a while.

Zhang Baishuang, the four heroes of Wudang, stepped forward and recited and said: "All the martial arts predecessors, the same way in the rivers and lakes, today's birthday of the family teacher, thanks to your great presence, our faction is grateful." The hospitality is slow, please forgive me. ”

"It's rude, first of all, on this happy day, if you talk about the grievances and killings in the martial arts, it's really unknown - everyone came from afar, and a good intention to celebrate your birthday, but it has also become a bad intention, looking for trouble. ”

"All the predecessors of the masters, it is rare to come to Wudang, after the banquet, I will be accompanied by the next, before and after the mountains, how about enjoying the scenery?"

When the four heroes Zhang Baishuang said this, everyone in the Zixiao Hall looked at each other.