In the small courtyard, Wen Hai's face darkened and he stared at the disciple who came to summon him.
"Yes...yes, Young Master Wen..." the disciple said tremblingly and cautiously.
However, as soon as he said this, Wen Hai kicked the disciple directly in the face.
Bang!
The disciple immediately fell to the ground, with a deep footprint on his face and a large swelling, but he did not dare to say a word and could only stand up again and lowered his head.
"Send someone to chase her immediately. If you can't catch that girl, don't come back!" Wen Hai said coldly.
"Young Master Wen, that bitch was actually taken away by Master Feng Lie's people!" the disciple said.
"Master Feng Lie?" Wen Hai frowned.
The disciple immediately told the whole story.
Wen Hai's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and he said angrily: "How dare Feng Lie go against our religion? Huh, you really don't know how to live or die! Where is Feng Lie? I want to deal with him!"
"Brother Wen, please be patient. Didn't Feng Lie say that? He just arranged for that bitch to be sent to the hospital down the mountain for treatment. Don't worry, Feng Lie must be watching over that bitch, otherwise he will have to take his place.
The bitch is suffering, he is not a fool, he should know the stakes involved." Ying Polang, who had been simply bandaged next to him, said calmly while holding his wine glass.
"Send someone immediately to bring that bitch to me!" Wen Hai said solemnly.
"There's no rush in this matter!"
Before the disciple could speak, Ying Polang waved his hand again.
"Young Master Ying..."
"Brother Wen, today is your special day. You should go out to entertain the guests first. You can put aside such small things for now! Your big things are more important." Ying Polang said.
"Young Master Ying, I'm really sorry that something like this happened and I didn't treat him well. Please forgive me." Wen Hai said with an apologetic face.
"Nothing's wrong, but I'm curious about one thing. Feng Lie should be strangers to that bitch. Why would Feng Lie be willing to risk offending a religious person to save that bitch?" Ying Polang said calmly.
"I can't figure this out either." Wen Hai touched his chin and thought.
"That's all, forget it if you can't figure it out. They are just minor characters. Don't worry about it. Brother Wen, go and get busy." Ying Polang said with a faint smile.
"Okay, Young Master Ying, I'll go over first. If you need anything, just say hello."
"Um!"
"Give me a good treat, Young Master Ying. If Young Master Ying has any dissatisfaction, let me ask you questions!" Wen Hai shouted coldly at the religious disciples around him, then turned around and left the courtyard.
The hour is approaching, and everyone in Chongzong is bustling with excitement.
The mountain gate is like a market, with all kinds of dignitaries coming in and out.
Today, not only famous doctors from various places came here, but also many business tycoons or famous politicians, especially many martial arts masters from China.
After all, worshiping religion covers a wide range of areas, whether it is medicine or martial arts, they have contact with it.
"Hahaha, congratulations!"
"Mr. Fang, you're welcome! Come on, come on, please come in!"
"Hey, Master Chu? Are you here too? Come on, please take a seat, please take a seat!"
"Zhang Weichang is here? Please come in quickly!"
"Quick, serve the wine! Where's the wine?"
The hall was extremely noisy. Chongzhi was hosting a grand banquet this time. Hundreds of tables were set up. Of course, the most important ones were only the dozen or so tables inside. The people sitting there all drove directly up the mountain.
Its existence and distinguished status are evident.
Wen Hai came out and entertained many distinguished guests.
His father, the religious leader, did not show up.
He didn't like this kind of situation very much, but if some big shot came and Wen Hai couldn't control the situation, he would still have to step forward.
At this moment, a disciple hurried over and whispered beside Wenhai: "Young Master Wen, the Sword King is here!"
"What?"
Wen Hai was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, and immediately shouted: "Quickly, call the elders over and come with me to greet you!"
"good!"
The disciple ran down.
After a while, the religious elders who were accompanying the wine at each table stood up one after another and followed Wen Hai towards the gate.
But I saw an old man wearing simple chicken skin and white hair walking towards the door.
The old man wore a sallow shirt, mud on his trousers, and a pair of patched travel shoes. He looked very plain, and seemed particularly out of place in contrast to the luxury around him.
But when they learned the identity of the old man, everyone couldn't help but show respect.
Even the dignitaries stopped talking, put down their wine glasses and stood up from their chairs.
"Is this the Sword King Nongkaishan?"
"This is the legend of our country!"
"Oh my God, he's here too!"
“Incredible!”
Some people discussed secretly.
Some people seemed to have never heard of this name and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Who is the Sword King?"
As soon as this question came up, many people stared at him as if he were an idiot.
"What? You don't even know the Sword King?"
"Talk about it!"
"Oh, you are really a frog in the well. Do you know Miracle Doctor Lin?"
"Of course I know. With one person's power, I defeated the King of Korean Medicine and turned the tide to save Traditional Chinese Medicine!"
"He can also be said to be a legend now, and this is the case for this senior Sword King, but he became famous more than thirty years earlier than Divine Doctor Lin. At that time, someone from Country R came to the country to challenge the strong martial arts masters. At that time, martial arts
Everyone was almost completely picked, but it was Senior Sword King who came forward to defeat them and save the face of the Chinese martial arts community. Do you know now?"
"What? He became famous in one battle more than thirty years ago?" The man opened his mouth.
This was the case thirty years ago, but more than thirty years later...how terrifying must this senior sword king be?
For a moment, those who did not know who the Sword King was became respectful.
This is the true martial arts master!
"The old man is here to drink."
The Sword King said directly without saying any words of congratulations.
"Yes, yes! Senior Sword King, you can drink whatever you want! Come and take a seat!" Wen Hai said hurriedly.
"Well, but the old man won't drink your wine for nothing. When I went up the mountain, I picked up a good piece of wood and made a wooden sword. Just think of it as the drink money!" The Sword King said, with a ten-year-old man beside him.
A child in his early years came forward. The child's eyes were bright and dark, and he was very beautiful. He held a wooden sword box and handed it to Wen Hai.
Wenhai took it and opened it. Inside was an exquisite wooden sword.
Many people were confused when they saw this wooden sword.
What can a wooden sword be used for?
The same is true for Wen Hai.
"Try it!" the sword king said calmly.
"Isn't it necessary?" Wen Hai smiled awkwardly.
"Try to split this table!" The Sword King pointed at the stone table next to him.
