Chapter 131: The Battle

Wudang sent a group of seven people to the outside of the capital. Just as he was about to enter the city, a palace man stopped the seven people and said, "It's the seven Taoist masters of the Wudang faction, right?"

Zhang Songxi said: "Exactly. ”

The little eunuch said, "Please go to the paddock." ”

Zhang Songxi glanced back at Song Yuanqiao, Song Yuanqiao was noncommittal, Zhang Songxi said, "Then please lead the way." ”

The little eunuch said yes, with the Wudang Seven Heroes. All the way forward.

Not long after, they came to a wilderness outside the city, only to see a strong wind blowing, and the grass and trees lurking. A large camp in the distance emerged in the Wudang Seven Heroes.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang glanced at each other and said secretly: "The Mongols don't want to lead a large army to surround and kill us. ”

Zhang Songxi shook his head secretly, and said to the brothers and sisters with a secret transmission: "The Mongols will not be so unwise, we will wait for the bright light to come, and if we want to kill the bright light, we will be killed in a duel, but it is just a miss, if we lead a large army to besiege and kill, then the face of the court will be gone." ”

Despite this, Song Yuanqiao still asked, "This little brother, I don't know where to take me and wait." ”

The little eunuch was a little flattered, his identity as a eunuch was looked down upon by many people, and there were many people who called him with various titles, but no one called him little brother. He replied, "It's the royal paddock." ”

The Mongols are a people on horseback, even if they enter the Central Plains, they have never lost their bows and horses, and north of the Yangtze River, I don't know how many fertile fields are used as pastures, even at the foot of the capital.

Even because there are many dignitaries and nobles in most of the capital, these grassland paddocks are simply not too many.

As soon as I entered the royal enclosure, I heard the low horn blowing heavily. Dozens of people came to greet them, although these people were athletic and skilled in kung fu, but they were not people in the army. No matter how decayed, the foundation is still there, but the martial arts masters I have seen now far exceed the three generations of disciples of the Wudang faction. ”

However, Mo Shenggu doesn't have to be presumptuous, even if most of them have a thick foundation, they can train ordinary martial arts masters, and they can come in batches. But after all, it is not a martial arts sect, and there are many disadvantages to the cultivation of real masters, and now the three generations of the Wudang faction are far inferior to the group of people in front of Mo Shenggu, but after a few decades, the Wudang faction will have masters, and one person can sweep away these good hands in front of him, and this batch of good players in front of him, after a few decades, the martial arts will definitely not be much higher than now. That's the difference with or without a high finger.

Of course, it is not excluded that this group of people has talents in their hands, but this probability is too small.

After little gossip along the way, the little eunuch arranged the group into a big tent. He said, "Several, rest here first, and someone will take you to the conference tomorrow." ”

A few people didn't say much, all of them were calm, waiting for tomorrow's fight.

Early in the morning of the second day, several people from the Wudang faction were guided to a wide place, and from a distance, there was a huge ring, with a radius of dozens of zhang, completely tired of soil, looking at the color of the soil, it had been a scene for decades.

The rows of seats on the outer floor are distinctive, with seats on both sides of the Buddha and the Tao. The Wudang faction is naturally on the side of the Daomen, but there seem to be many Taoist monks on both sides of Buddhism and Taoism, but Mo Shenggu looked at them one by one, but saw that although these were full of energy, they had no martial arts. There are several people who are introverted, and obviously have great wisdom in their chests.

Mo Shenggu didn't know that although this time the Buddhism and Taoism Conference was actually a shelf, and the Yuan Court just wanted to kill the Wudang faction in the ring, but the Buddhism and Taoism Conference that year. But this is not the case, the Taoist and Buddhist sects debated fiercely for more than ten days, and they did not give in to each other, and the Quanzhen Sect also took out the "Lao Tzu Hua Hu Jing" to slander Buddhism. Later, on top of his tongue, he really couldn't argue with Ba Sipa, and finally he started to do it.

At this time, the re-holding of the Buddhist and Taoist Dharma Conference, not to mention the rest, there must always be a gain in face. Although the Wudang faction felt the deep malice in this, the Yuan Court really invited the world's famous monks to hold it. It's just that it's not as strong as it was back then.

After all, when Buddhism and Taoism were discussing the law, the Yuan court was in the middle of the day, and now the sun is setting, and it is very clear.

Mo Shenggu also carefully looked at the grass and trees on the field, and after a while, this is the place where life and death will be decided, so naturally he must see it clearly.

Suddenly, the conch sounded, and countless horns sounded.

The voice buzzed in Mo Shenggu's ears, and a group of people from afar came. A white elephant stood tall above the crowd, and a thin old monk sat on the white elephant.

Flowers all the way to the ground, fragrant everywhere. The soldiers fell to the ground one after another. Namaste, a special worship of the old monk on the white elephant.

Mo Shenggu snorted coldly and said, "What a big show." "How can Mo Shenggu's eyes not see that this old monk, although he looks thin and small, he is a Jedi master, compared to Shaolin Sandu, he is not much more reckless. is really a fierce opponent, so Mo Shenggu is not pleasing to the eye.

Song Yuanqiao said solemnly: "Who is this person?"

Zhang Songxi said: "I went out to inquire yesterday, and it was the last Great Treasure Dharma King. He is the lord of the Great Snow Mountain, and in the eyes of most of them, he is a first-class figure of the living Buddha. ”

Song Yuanqiao pondered for a moment and said, "Great Treasure Dharma King." Is it a junior disciple of Phags-pa?"

Zhang Songxi said: "He is the grandchild of Pa Sipa's disciples. ”

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, even if some people died, the mere mention of the name made Ling Ran daunting.

Zhang Cuishan said: "Senior brother, Ba Si Pa is certainly powerful, but our master is not an easy person, otherwise not only will we lose, I am afraid that people outside will pass on the master that he is not as good as Ba Si Pa." ”

The Wudang faction has today's state, and there is a big cause and effect in Zhang Cuishan's matter, although the senior brothers did not blame a word, but Zhang Cuishan blamed himself very much, and he was very conflicted in his heart. In this battle of Dadu, Zhang Cuishan already secretly had the heart to die. Therefore, Zhang Cuishan didn't care much about his life and death, but he couldn't care more about the damage to his master's reputation.

Several other people, who didn't expect to be above this level for a while, were mentioned by Zhang Cuishan, their hearts sank, and they said secretly: "Yes, it's not a big deal for me to wait for life and death." The inheritance of the Wudang Sect has been arranged, but the master's reputation cannot be damaged by me in any case. ”

Song Yuanqiao gritted his teeth and said, "Wait a while, use the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation to greet this person, and be sure to finish this person." ”

As soon as these words came out, several senior brothers knew that the senior brother had been released. The Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation is now the kung fu of the seven people pressing the bottom of the box, once it is used, there are no hole cards at all. When they came, the senior brothers and several people deliberated on countermeasures, and they all didn't want to put the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation at the end, but Song Yuanqiao made such an arrangement without thinking about how to go back.

The brothers said, "Yes." ”

This battle is already a duel between the two masters of Basipa and Zhang Sanfeng.

When Ba Si Pa was rampant in the world, Zhang Sanfeng was still a small Taoist priest who lived in a cave in Wudang. When Zhang Sanfeng was rampant in the world, Ba Si Pa had already sat on the Great Snow Mountain. It is really not easy to compare who is higher and who is lower between the two, and at this time, the two disciples face off, and it seems that they can see the superiority of the two.

The seven members of the Wudang faction were observing the old monk on the white elephant, and the lord of the Great Snow Mountain, the previous king of the Great Treasure Law, Renqin was also looking at the Wudang Seven Heroes.

Renqin watched for a long time, nodded and said, "It's not a loss to be a disciple of Zhang Zhenren." ”

Zhang Sanfeng's shattered void shocked Renqin greatly, although the news of Zhang Sanfeng's shattering has not spread now, but everyone who should know also knows it, Renqin secretly thought: "Zhang Sanfeng's broken secret method must be spread among his disciples. Taking down the seven of them today will open another door, and these seven people are all Puyu. But with the protection of the master, they all went too smoothly, without much grinding, and they were far from their peak, they still had good potential, and if they were given eleven or twelve years, among the seven of them, there might not be a Zhang Sanfeng. It's a pity that they didn't live that time. ”

After the Great Treasure King returned to the throne, both sides of Buddhism and Taoism came together.

A bell rang and said: "Great Khan travels, please kneel to greet you." ”

Song Yuanqiao sat on the chair instead, and gently tasted the tea, as if this tea was the best in the world, and the Wudang Seven Heroes naturally followed suit one by one, and among the kneeling crowds, they were particularly eye-catching.

Rinchen's status is precious, so naturally he doesn't have to kneel. He bowed his head slightly, waiting for Emperor Yuan.