It is said that the master and apprentice went up to Tianlong Mountain to visit the old monk of Taizhi Temple, cleaned and settled down in the mountain courtyard, and did not realize that more than a month had passed.

One day, the sky was clear and the spring was very good, Xiao Fenglang finally couldn't resist the urge to go out to play, disguised himself again, and secretly walked down the mountain.

Gantang Town, tea stall, Xiao Fenglang was tired of walking, and was sitting in front of the stall drinking tea comfortably, "You don't know, more than half of the martial arts people have gathered in the Shuifu faction to discuss the law recently, this is a shocking event!"

In fact, these days, seeing the master and the old monk in the temple talking secretly all day long, Xiao Fenglang had a vague premonition that something big would happen, and he thought it must be this. "Hey, do you know where this Shuifu faction is?" Although I have heard the old man Lai talk about it a lot, he still has to ask again.

"Sixty or seventy miles away, Shuifu Shuifu, naturally a piece of water!" Xiao Fenglang immediately made up his mind when he heard this, and couldn't wait to go and have a look, "Xiao Er, borrow your horse for a while!" Catching a glimpse of a horse next to the tea stall, he couldn't help but say something, and galloped out quickly.

It is said that this Shuifu faction is located between Lou Shao, it is a vast lake, called Shuifu Temple, the island between the lakes, dotted all over the place, all kinds of ancient buildings, wrong and well-founded.

Legend has it that during the ancient Three Kingdoms, Zhuge Liang set up the Hanjin Wharf in Nanyang Xinye to relieve the suffering of the people suffering from floods, so the local area built the "Shuifu Temple" for this purpose. At that time, the villagers moved south, and saw that there was also a magical water in the south, and they were quite fond of it, so they settled here, and the culture of Shuifu Temple spread from the beginning.

Today's Shuifu faction is inherited by Lu Zu 40 years ago by an old man from Yangzhou, Huang Xigong, and then created a faction. Now the head of the family Zeng Shuiliang, a total of more than 100 people, has seven female disciples, all of them are beautiful like flowers, and their martial arts are extraordinary, so they are called "the seven immortals of Shuifu".

Xiao Fenglang first arrived in Shuifu, but when he saw the rippling blue waves, the mountains and rocks, the ancient vines were verdant, and the clouds and smoke were swirling, he changed the scenery step by step, and gradually entered the country, which really made people intoxicated and immersed.

"The water house in the world, the Yao Pond in the world" really lives up to its name.

Finally found the location, in the courtyard in front of the Shuifu faction, there were all kinds of martial arts people gathered early, crowded with people, it seemed that they had been waiting for a long time, and the discussion was endless.

On the side of the Shuifu Temple, between the morning light, the mountains are stacked with green, the waves are shining, the forest is green, the hibiscus is splendid, the cranes are colorful, the roosters are frolicking, this situation and this scene makes people's hearts palpitate and tremble, beautiful, and the noisy scene of everyone is indeed not very consistent. Xiao Fenglang really couldn't understand in his heart, why did he like to be competitive and aggressive with such a good beauty in the martial arts.

The water house is built in a group, the white wall is tiled, the eaves are arched, the mountain stands, the water is dwelling, the half-moon-shaped door hole is planted on both sides, there are several bushes of bamboo and sporadic flowers, the whole bath is in the clear and bright light, clear and beautiful, the wind is smooth, it is worthy of the four words "Shuimu Qinghua".

Xiao Fenglang cranked the folding fan in his hand, entered the courtyard softly, squeezed into the crowd to watch, only to hear a middle-aged man with a beard on his face rudely shouted, "Master Zeng, since it is well known, it is not a secret, let me give you an explanation!" It turned out to be a person from Jin Shaanxi, and his words were straightforward and refreshing.

At this time, the main gate of Shuifu was wide open, and a thin old man had just come out, tied his hair and tied a hairpin, carrying a sword, and walked on.

He only bowed his hand and said slowly, "You have worked hard to come from afar, and the poor road is polite here!" Although he had a serious expression, he could still vaguely feel the powerful and uninhibited aura in the wind, followed by two male disciples and Zen Master Xumei.

Xiao Fenglang was startled at first, and then guessed, it seems that the Zen master of Tianlong Mountain Xumei seems to be an old friend of Zeng Shuiliang, and this time he must have been able to help his prestige to some extent. At the same time, I thought to myself, I don't know if the master is here.

At this time, an old nun arrogantly pretended to say, "There is no need to say more superfluous words! We fellow martial artists vow to seek justice for the bloody case in Shennong Valley!"

"Your master is too good and unreasonable! When did my master and his old man have something to do with the bloody case?" The brown-robed disciple on the left stepped forward, raised his hand, looked angry and angry, and spoke out to defend it.

"Yan'er, Hugh has to be unreasonable to all the seniors!" Zeng Shuiliang pretended to be casual and withdrew him, and continued, "Zeng was indeed impulsive and reckless when he was young, and he attracted the words of others, but he was always above board and had a clear conscience, and he never thought that there were such rumors and misunderstandings recently, so that the famous Shennong Valley was still humiliated and humiliated, and he was really ashamed!"

"You are the head of a faction on the rivers and lakes, and the old man will give you some thin noodles, otherwise who knows what good things you did to Shennong Valley back then?" The one who spoke was a one-eyed dragon, with a gray bandage on his forehead, wearing a burlap brown short coat, carrying a big knife in his hand, stroking his arms with one hand, and his posture was pressing.

"Jing Kaiyang, you are just pretending! You brought everyone here, isn't it just for the treasures and martial arts secrets of Shennong Valley!" a hoarse voice came out of the crowd.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent, silent, and after a while, in order to break the solemn atmosphere, I laughed at you and me, and returned to the noisy state.

"Master Zeng, when the valley was destroyed, everyone saw that you were benevolent and kind, and listened to your explanation, but I didn't expect you to deceive everyone for so long? The old monk of Dongxiang Temple lightly held the twisted beads, frowned slightly, made a gesture with one hand, and said slowly, and the yellow-clothed disciple behind him helped hold the Zen staff.

"The master is serious! Poor Dao did experience some things about the Shennong Valley bloody case back then, but not all of them, and I am afraid that the ins and outs of it are not very clear, I am afraid that it will disappoint everyone!" Zeng Shuiliang said calmly, without much expression.

"Zeng Shuiliang, you old boy, you really hide it deep enough! You still pretend to be stupid and stunned, and you don't admit it!" Turtle Daoren said in a gloomy voice, roaring hard, and paused, "Then let me ask you, what's the matter with the little girl under your door?"

Although Zeng Shuiliang had expected this, he was still shocked when he heard it, but he quickly calmed down, "I don't know what kind of problem the predecessor is talking about?" had to deny it outright, and then make preparations, I really don't know if this group of people has a witness or exact news.

"It seems that we once saw the coffin and didn't shed tears! No matter how strong your Shuifu faction is, I don't believe that it can beat so many heroes and heroes of us!" Jing Kaiyang's frivolous and domineering appearance seemed to be impatient and wanted to take the lead in provoking.

Zeng Shui's conscience was not angry, and he struck Jing Kaiyang with a thick palm, but the guy was unexpected, and reflexively came to greet him, and the two of them stalemate for a while before they each withdrew, and temporarily calmed down the fight.

"Old Taoist, don't toast or eat and drink!" At this time, two clown-like people suddenly jumped out, roaring hoarsely like crows, which was quite funny, and couldn't help but make everyone laugh, almost forgetting the purpose of this trip.

Not long after, the laughter stopped, "I heard that in recent years, you Zeng Shuiliang has asked people to inquire about the destruction of Shennong Valley in many ways, and today it is like this, it seems that it is not groundless!"

"I look at benevolence and righteousness on weekdays, but I didn't expect it to be so unkind!" the middle-aged nameless man echoed.

"Uncle Zeng, if you want to keep the treasures of Shennong Valley for yourself, how can you convince the public? Besides, after so many years, even if you take it out and share it with everyone, it's nothing!" Ni Da, a stunned young disciple of the Dongting faction, interjected with snobbery and courage. Zeng Shuiliang found out that the senior brother had also sent someone to stir up the situation, and he was angry in his heart that this stupid person who was not a weapon talked nonsense.

"It is said that "Shennong's Materia Medica" and "Su Nu Pulse Jue" are the second of the three medical books, and the "Yellow Emperor Acupuncture and Moxibustion Neijing" are the same name, which is the treasure of Shennong Valley, and it is rumored that there are also wonderful magical martial arts secrets, no wonder you are curious!" After listening to this specific and tempting description, everyone was even more moved.

"Zeng Zhang, under is Tang Huaijian in Shuzhong, I have heard that you Dongting and Shuifu are excellent in Taoism, father and son happened to come to see a lively scene today, I hope please don't hesitate to teach!"

Seeing this situation, Zeng Shuiliang secretly pondered for a while, and said arrogantly, "Okay! If everyone insists on embarrassing our Shuifu faction, let's talk about the victory and defeat by the competition, and the winner and loser will have to be entangled again!"

Xiao Fenglang consciously relaxed his heartstrings, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of an acquaintance in the crowd, it turned out to be Brother Tang, who had not seen him for many days, looking at this situation, could it be that Tang Huaijian was his father?

Listening to the sound of "ah", the two of them made a gesture, and immediately waved their swords and started to move, between the swords and swords, dazzling people, one swordsmanship is uninhibited, the other is dense and tenacious, intertwined with each other, so not fierce and energetic.

About a quarter of an hour later, although Tang Huaijian was competitive and resisted desperately, he was finally invincible, and fell off the competition platform in a dejected manner, and Tang Bin, the kid, quickly supported his father.

"Zeng is in charge, the old man has poor skills, and he has been taught!" Tang Huaijian said with a stupid face.

"Where, where! Poor Dao is just a fluke and narrowly defeated, Tang Daxia's swordsmanship is superb, why should he be humble!" Zeng Shuiliang accepted the meteor sword and replied with his hand.

"I'm coming!" Before he could catch his breath, Jing Kaiyang walked onto the competition platform domineeringly, only to see him wave the silver whip in his hand, swaying a few times, and the momentum was extremely strong. Zeng Shuiliang had no choice but to continue the competition, without saying a word, the swords and whips touched, the ping-pong sounded, and the fight was in full swing, wonderful.

Seeing that Jing Kaiyang was about to take the advantage, a sentence suddenly appeared in the crowd, "Where is the one-eyed dragon!" Zeng Shuiliang took the opportunity to counter the sword, and with a bang, Jing Kaiyang was accidentally kicked off the stage.

This Jing and Zeng are indistinguishable, Zeng Shuiliang has practiced for many years before he erected the lintel of the Shuifu faction, while Jing Kaiyang is talented, and he cultivated extremely high when he was young, like a visitor from outside the world. At this time, Zeng Shuiliang was already seriously injured, so he had to hold on, and Ming'er, a disciple in Tsing Yi, saw the accident and hurriedly supported him.

"And let me see, your Shuifu faction's broken kung fu!" After a while, a middle-aged man appeared in the crowd, only to see him wearing a Guanzi hat, a dark clothes, medium stature, thin and meaty, and full of strength, "Lao Tzu Ximen Jackal, living in Xiangxi, wants to challenge the level of Zeng Daochang!"

Here, Zeng Shuiliang reluctantly instructed his disciples, whispered a few words, Ming'er understood, and stepped forward to tell, "My master and his old man want to take a rest, if you don't dislike it, let everyone see the power of my 'Shuifu Seven Immortal Array'!"

After a while, I saw a group of beautiful women coming out of the mansion one after another, led by the senior sister He Xianggu, followed by the third senior sister Fan Lianhua, the fifth senior sister Yin Menghui, the sixth and seventh junior sisters Cheng Lurong and Bai Caozhen.

When everyone saw such a radiant fairy concubine, they couldn't help but be envious and overwhelmed.

Ximen Jackal was not very happy at first, thinking that he had to compete with Zeng Shuiliang to the end, but now that there are so many beautiful girls who have come out, her heart is itching, even if she fights, she is very willing.