"Show off your power? That's right! We have to show off our power! Let the enemies outside have a good look. Our Shaolin Temple will never be defeated!" Master Yuan Tian laughed.
Early in the morning.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and the wind is getting stronger and stronger. This is the time when human beings are most easily tired.
There was a muffled sound.
The gate of Shaolin Temple suddenly opened, and hundreds of Shaolin Temple disciples rushed out, shouting and charging towards the enemy. Even Master Yuantian rushed out.
The disciples of the five sects hurriedly picked up their weapons to resist, and Ling Xue and Gongsun Rou entangled Master Yuantian with a tacit understanding.
A melee broke out.
At this moment, twelve monks took advantage of the chaos and rushed out of the encirclement, quickly going down the mountain...
Seeing that his disciples had successfully broken out, Master Yuantian breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand: "Retreat!" Master Yuantian, Abbot Wuxiang and others came to the rear to protect the other disciples and return to the Shaolin Temple. After all the disciples returned to the Shaolin Temple, Yuan Tian
The master forced Ling Xue and Gongsun Rou back with several fierce attacks, and then led Abbot Wuxiang and others back to the Shaolin Temple.
The disciples of the five sects wanted to catch up, but were stopped by Ling Xue: "Stop chasing, be careful that the other party is cheating!"
Ling Xue's intimidation was still great. As soon as she spoke, the disciples of the five sects immediately stopped their pursuit, then retreated and returned to their respective camps to rest.
"A dozen monks ran out just now..." Gongsun Rou said in a deep voice: "They are probably going to bring in reinforcements. Should we send someone to stop them?"
"The other party ran down the mountain a long time ago. It's too late to catch up now." Ling Xue shook her head: "If my guess is correct, the dozen or so people on the other side will disperse immediately as soon as they rush down the mountain. Even if we send more people, it will still be very difficult.
It’s hard to get them all back.”
"Then what should we do? Just watch them go to move reinforcements?" Gongsun Rou was a little anxious.
"Reinforcements?" Ling Xue sneered: "Where are the reinforcements from Shaolin Temple?"
"Uh..." Gongsun Rou was immediately asked.
Ling Xue looked at the Shaolin Temple in the distance, with a cold smile on her lips: "We have reached an agreement with the officials a long time ago, and they promised not to participate in this matter. In this way... the Shaolin Temple can only ask for help from other sects...
The Wudang Sect and the Shaolin Temple are at odds with each other. The Wudang Sect hopes that we will destroy the Shaolin Temple and then the Wudang Sect will become the boss of the martial arts world, so the Wudang Sect will definitely not come to the rescue. The leader of the Kunlun Sect, Pang Guqi, and the leader of the Diancang Sect, Cang
Feitian and Niu Erlin, the head of the Lingshan Sect, are all selfish people. Now that the Shaolin Temple is at a disadvantage, they will not take the risk to come to the rescue. The Iron Sword Sect and Zhenbao Tower have always been independent of the world, and the strength of the sect is not high. Even if they
I am afraid that I am powerless to come to rescue the Shaolin Temple..." At this point, Ling Xue paused: "The only thing worth noting is the Tang Sect... The Tang Sect and the Shaolin Temple are old friends. If the Tang Sect receives the news, it will be very difficult.
They may come to rescue...but..." Lingxue's eyes flashed with fierceness: "The strength of the Tang Clan family alone cannot affect the situation. Even if all members of the Tang Clan are dispatched, there will not be much of a threat.
Apart from these sects, the remaining small sects are even less of a concern."
Ling Xue is worthy of being an old fox who has lived for ninety years. She is shrewd in looking at things and can analyze the movements of the martial arts sect in just a few words.
"Don't forget, there are also those martial arts families." Gongsun Rou reminded: "Their strength is not low either."
"Hmph!" Ling Xue snorted coldly: "How dare they come to provoke me? More than ten years ago, I took a sword and kicked all the famous martial arts families in the row.
Now, they also have a shadow in their hearts."
"What about this matter?" Gongsunrou's eyes widened: "Tell me carefully, why are you looking for trouble with those martial arts families?"
"It's all old news, so don't mention it." Ling Xue waved her hand.
"No, I have to say it. I just like hearing this. Say it quickly!"
"What's there to say? It's just that when I went down the mountain to play, I accidentally taught a few dudes from martial arts families a lesson. Then their elders aggressively came to settle accounts with me, and I gave them a good beating. What a shame.
Not counting, I also chased their family and beat up all the masters in their family..."
"That's awesome! That's amazing! Ling Xue, you are simply my idol!"
"Okay, it's getting late. Let's rest quickly. We will have a fierce battle tomorrow." After saying this, Ling Xue returned to the tent to rest.
…
Tangmen.
In the guest room.
Ma Xiaoyao was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by a rapid knock on the door. "Who is it?" Ma Xiaoyao shouted in displeasure.
"Mr. Ma, please wake up quickly. Our master wants to see you for something urgent." A man shouted anxiously from outside.
"It's so depressing!" Ma Xiaoyao got off the bed, walked over and opened the door: "Why is it so urgent? You can't let me sleep more, it's not even bright yet..."
"Mr. Ma, hurry up and go to the meeting hall, our head is waiting for you." The disciple of the Tang Sect urged.
"What's so urgent?" Ma Xiaoyao frowned.
"It seems something happened in Shaolin Temple." The disciple of Tang Sect replied.
"Something happened in Shaolin Temple?" Ma Xiaoyao's face suddenly changed: "Let's go and see your master!"
The disciple of the Tang Sect stretched out his hand to stop Ma Xiaoyao: "Mr. Ma, you'd better put on your clothes before going to see our master... It's easy to catch a cold if you go out like this..."
"Um..." After being reminded by the disciples of the Tang Sect, Ma Xiaoyao realized that he was wearing a pair of shorts. The image was indeed indecent: "Wait for me for a while..." Ma Xiaoyao turned around and ran back to the house, picked up his clothes and started to put them on his body.
set.
At this moment, Lei Dazhuang walked out of the next room, his eyes bloodshot: "Brother Ma, what happened?"
"The head of the Tang family is looking for me. It seems something happened in the Shaolin Temple..." Ma Xiaoyao answered quickly while getting dressed.
"Ah? Something happened to Shaolin Temple?" Lei Dazhuang's eyes widened: "What happened to Shaolin Temple?"
"It's not clear yet... Da Zhuang, go back and get dressed quickly, and follow me to see the head of the Tang family." Ma Xiaoyao urged.
"Ah...yes..." Lei Dazhuang turned around and returned to the house, got dressed as quickly as possible, and then followed Ma Xiaoyao to see Tang Linhai.
Meeting hall.
The atmosphere is a bit heavy.
Tang Linhai sat on the chair, his brows furrowed tightly and his face looked very ugly.
Opposite him stood a ragged monk with a very excited expression: "Master Tang, please go and rescue the Shaolin Temple...I beg you..."
"Let me think about it carefully." Tang Linhai waved his hand.
"Master Tang..." The monk was about to speak when he heard a rush of footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw Ma Xiaoyao and Lei Dazhuang walking in: "Uncle Ma, Uncle Lei...
It's great to see you here..." Ma Xiaoyao and Lei Dazhuang are the disciples of Master Yuantian, and are of the same generation as Abbot Wuxiang, and this monk is the disciple of Master Wuxiang, so they call Ma Xiaoyao and Lei
Da Zhuang is my uncle.
Seniority really cannot be calculated based on age!
"You are... Huisheng..." Ma Xiaoyao exclaimed.
"Yes, I am Huisheng." The monk nodded.
"How did you become like this?" Ma Xiaoyao asked in surprise.
"Alas..." Huisheng sighed: "Forget it, the Shaolin Temple was besieged by powerful enemies, and I risked my life to rush out..."
"What did you say!" Ma Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows and reached out to grab Huisheng's wrist: "You said that the Shaolin Temple was besieged by a powerful enemy?"
"Yes." Huisheng nodded.
"Where did the strong enemy come from?" Ma Xiaoyao asked.
"It is the Tianshan Sect, the Qingcheng Sect, the Five Poison Sect, the Baihua Valley and the Ice Palace, the five major sects have joined forces to besiege the Shaolin Temple." Huisheng said.
"Five major sects!" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly flashed with a stern look: "How is the Shaolin Temple now?"
Huisheng shook his head: "The situation is not optimistic. On the first day, the Shaolin Temple killed and injured dozens of disciples. If there is no strong support to help, the Shaolin Temple will definitely not be able to hold on for long."
"What the fuck!" Ma Xiaoyao waved his fist fiercely: "The five major sects are so ambitious that they dare to attack the Shaolin Temple! I will never let them go!" At this point, Ma Xiaoyao said
Xiaoyao took out his cell phone: "Huisheng, don't worry, I'm going to find someone for help right now..." While talking, Ma Xiaoyao called Tang Mingchuan directly. It seemed that Ma Xiaoyao wanted to use official power to attack the five sects.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.
"I said...is there something wrong with you?" Tang Mingchuan's angry voice came from the mobile phone: "It's three o'clock in the morning, I'm sleeping, okay..."
"Old Tang, I'm sorry! I'm really in a hurry!" Ma Xiaoyao said embarrassedly.
"It's not good for you to call me." Tang Mingchuan snorted: "Tell me, what trouble did you get into?"
"The five sects of the Tianshan Sect, the Qingcheng Sect, the Five Poison Sect, the Baihua Valley, and the Ice Palace joined forces to besiege the Shaolin Temple. Have you heard about this?" Ma Xiaoyao said quickly.
"Is this happening?" Tang Mingchuan was very surprised.
"It's absolutely true! Old Tang, you must help me this time." Ma Xiaoyao said in a serious tone.
"You want me to help Shaolin Temple?" Tang Mingchuan asked.
Ma Xiaoyao nodded: "Yes, the five major sects are too arrogant, we must teach them a lesson!"
"Well, okay, I'll arrange it right away." Tang Mingchuan readily agreed: "What nonsense are the five major sects? They are just paper tigers in front of the officials. As soon as the officials take action, the five major sects will be wiped out in a matter of minutes."
"Old Tang, thank you." Ma Xiaoyao thanked him.
"If you really want to thank me, you'll stop causing trouble in the future. I don't want to wipe your butt all the time. Okay, that's it." After saying that, Tang Mingchuan hung up the phone.
