Everyone drank a few more drinks, and Song Yuanqiao said loudly: "Wuji, my uncle said that you have won glory for Wudang, it is not nonsense."
"We also have lay disciples in Wudang Sect, we also have lay disciples in Shaolin, and we all have people serving as bodyguards by His Majesty's side, but those bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple can't do anything. You are the only one who can..." Song Yuanqiao spoke loudly, but the words had not yet been spoken.
After saying that, he was blocked by others.
Zhang Wuji also heard that this was not a good thing, but he asked another person a little strangely: "Fourth Uncle, our Wudang Sect and Shaolin Temple are not the only ones who serve as guards in the palace. Why does the Fourth Uncle only talk about Shaolin?"
"Hey, Wuji, you don't know that since the battle between Yi and Wu last year and Fang Sheng came back from the Western Regions, the Shaolin Temple has become more and more powerful in the past two years. Our Wudang is no longer close to the Shaolin Temple, but it has also been affected.
This shows how rampant the Shaolin Temple has been in the past two years."
Zhang Songxi briefly talked about the expansion of Shaolin Temple's power during this period, and continued: "But this time Master returned to Wudang Mountain and led us to Beijing. Everyone remembered that Master saved the emperor by using his 'Taoist skills'.
And if you grant me the marriage as your consort, our Wudang Mountain will be no less than Shaolin Temple."
"That's why your uncle was so happy just now. Although what he said was a bit vulgar, it's because these days have been too depressing. Don't take offense. In fact, it's not just your uncle. Everyone was very happy after hearing the good news, even the master.
, also showed a smile."
"They are all members of the same family, how can my nephew be surprised?" Zhang Wuji said with a smile. Although Song Yuanqiao is only a lay disciple, as the first lay disciple in Wudang Mountain, his martial arts skills are very superb. No one in his generation can compare with his martial arts skills, regardless of whether he is a monk or not.
He is taller and more capable in managing the property. Although he is definitely not as good as the leader, Li Xuanzong, who is also Zhang Sanfeng's direct disciple, he is still a very important figure on Wudang Mountain.
Such people naturally regard the affairs of the Wudang Clan as their own business. The Wudang Clan has been somewhat depressed in the past two years and of course they are very anxious. Therefore, when the hope of revival appears, they are a little overjoyed. Zhang Wuji can understand it.
And he was also very happy. After all, he was born in Wudang and grew up in Wudang. Of course he would be happy that Wudang can regain its momentum. "If more people are willing to learn from the masters and learn the skills, and more pilgrims come to the mountain to pray to gods, the life of the faction will be better."
It would be better. However, Fourth Master, you must cherish the reputation of Wudang Mountain. When accepting disciples, you cannot accept everyone. Even if there are fewer pilgrims, you must ensure your reputation. This is something that cannot be lost." Zhang Wuji still said at the beginning.
Although he was happy for the rise of the Wudang Sect, his words turned into instructions. And he subconsciously imitated Yunxi's tone and expression when he gave instructions to the guards.
Zhang Songxi had no choice but to nod in agreement because of his identity, but then he nodded unconsciously and kept saying yes. After Zhang Wuji finished speaking, he realized what he was doing and thought with some confusion: 'Nothing.
I'm just a junior, so why did I just agree to it as if I was agreeing to someone who has been in a high position for a long time? Could it be that being a bodyguard means that I have been in a high position for a long time?'
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Song Yuanqiao's voice coming from the other side, and he was also cursing. After Song Yuanqiao was covered by someone, he also realized that what he said was inappropriate. If someone heard it, it might be a disaster.
, and did not dare to mention it again. But his dissatisfaction with Shaolin Temple had not yet been vented, so he cursed Shaolin Temple.
As soon as they heard what he said, everyone agreed. Everyone in the Wudang Sect hated the Shaolin Temple, so they naturally responded. Not only that, some people even scolded the Henan people. "It's all the damn Henan people who have supported these bald donkeys in the Shaolin Temple!" Yes, it’s all the fault of Henan people! These ××!”
Zhang Songxi felt something was inappropriate, so he tried to stop him verbally. Although no one present was from Henan, the Wudang Sect did not have disciples from Henan. It was not conducive to the unity of the Wudang Sect to use map cannons and curse people like this.
But as soon as his words of dissuasion came to his lips, suddenly the door of the box flew inward and hit a person. This person was scolding happily, but he was hit by something unexpected. He hurriedly opened the wooden door, looked at the door and opened his mouth to curse. .
But before he could curse anyone, he heard a powerful roar coming from the door: "Who is scolding people from Henan!"
Hearing this, the man who was about to curse suddenly trembled. He quickly looked towards the door and saw a man in his fifties or even close to sixty standing in front of the box door with an angry look on his face. Looking at them. Although this man is no longer young, his body still looks very strong and his spirit is very strong. But the most important thing is that although this man is not very flamboyant in his clothes, people who know how to do it can see how much he wears. Luxurious clothes, and the clothes are exactly the style and material favored by the nobles in the capital.
The person who wanted to curse didn't dare to say anything, but it was obviously not okay to not respond to being disturbed like this. Just when he was about to say a few words, the old man said again: "It's okay for you to curse Shaolin Temple. I don't like those guys either." Bald donkeys, why are you scolding Henan people! Not all Henan people are bald donkeys, nor do they all like Shaolin Temple. On the contrary, many people also hate Shaolin Temple! I wish they could all go to the northwest to eat sand."
"I won't say much else. If I hear anyone scolding people from Henan again, don't blame me for taking action!"
Zhang Songxi was originally planning to say a few words to let this matter go away. When he heard these words, he immediately knew that he could not let it go easily. Although the person in front of him seemed to be a person of status, and he could not tell which noble family he was from, but their Wudang sect was just about to Zhongzheng couldn't afford to lose his face when someone knocked on his door and threatened him like this. Besides, Zhang Wuji was also here, so it would be embarrassing for him to spread the word.
"You old man, do you know who we are so arrogant?" Zhang Songxi winked at Song Yuanqiao, who immediately stood up and pointed at his nose.
"I don't care who you are, it's just not okay to curse people from Henan!" the old man said again.
"Okay, since you don't give us Wudang face, don't blame us for disrespecting the elderly." Song Yuanqiao casually threw down the things in his hands, rolled up his sleeves and needed to do something, and the old man also rolled up his sleeves and got ready.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind the old man: "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Teach a lesson to those who don't know the heights of heaven and earth." The old man replied.
Zhang Songxi then saw a pair of arms reaching out from the side to pull the old man, and the voice just now sounded again: "Dad, don't cause trouble in the capital!"
"No! They just scolded the Shaolin Temple, but just now they scolded the people of Henan and refused to admit their mistakes. They must be taught a lesson!"
"Dad!" The man's body appeared, and he hugged the old man with two arms and said, "Dad, it can't be done!"
"Let go!"
"No!"
"Let go!"
"No! Second brother, third brother, stop watching and come up to help!"
Two more "Oh" sounds of agreement came from the side, and then two other people, who looked to be in their twenties, appeared at the door, hugging the old man from the left and right sides, and refused to let go no matter what the old man said.
The man who hugged the old man at first let go of his hands, then clasped his fists toward the room and said, "I'm sorry, everyone, our family is from Henan. My father has always been proud of his hometown and has a bad temper. When he heard you constantly scolding Henan, he couldn't help but
I came out to argue with you. This is all my fault, please forgive me."
He apologized profusely, turned to the restaurant owner, who had already been attracted by the noise, and said, "The expenses of these distinguished guests will be charged to my family's account."
After saying this, he turned around to say something again, and suddenly heard a voice coming from the box: "Uncle Zhang?"
"Huh?" The man quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and shouted in surprise: "Is it Guard Zhang?"
"It turns out that Guard Zhang is holding a banquet here. I'm really sorry for disturbing Guard Zhang and all the distinguished guests."
He apologized more sincerely, and Zhang Wuji hurriedly came over and said, "We also have something wrong with this matter. How can we blame Uncle Zhang? Uncle Zhang does not need to be so polite."
"My father was the one who provoked me first. I should apologize. Guard Zhang doesn't have to do this." The man said hurriedly.
They said a few words like this, and the man turned his head to apologize to the person who had been hit by the wooden door just now, and the matter was over. The man stood at the door and said a few words to Zhang Wuji, said goodbye, and said goodbye to his two younger brothers.
They pulled the old man away together.
As soon as the family left, Zhang Songxi asked Zhang Wuji: "Wuji, who was that man just now? Uncle Zhang, which uncle in the capital is he?"
"It's Zhang Fu, the uncle of Guazhou."
"Guazhou Bo Zhang Fu was personally recruited from King Yan by the emperor and sent to the Martial Arts Hall to study. Later, he stayed in the capital as a military commander. He was very trusted by the emperor and would be sent out in every battle. For his merits, he was awarded the title of Guazhou Bo.
, and appointed someone who is the governor's co-intellect?" Zhang Songxi immediately said with a little surprise.
"That's him." Zhang Wuji said: "This man is very trusted by His Majesty and has a high position, but he is a very good person and is also very humble and polite to us guards. Because of the previous battle in Yiwu and the incident when returning from Yiwu to the Central Plains,
During the siege of Ganzhou, my nephew also had some friendship with him, so the quarrel just now was over."
"That's nothing. Since he is a noble person trusted by the emperor, if the other party interferes unreasonably, he can't back down. But if he is so humble and polite, it's okay for things to go as they are." Zhang Songxi asked: "Is that person just now his father?
Isn’t he one of the three guards of King Yan? The emperor punished them very severely when dealing with the Lu Xie Rebellion. They were all exiled to the northwest or southwest, so why are they in the capital?"
"Uncle Zhang begged your majesty for pardon." Zhang Wuji said: "Since returning from Yiwu, he has been begging your majesty to pardon his parents and younger brothers, but your majesty has never allowed it. He only agreed a few months ago. Uncle Zhang immediately sent people to Annan.
Pick them up and take them to the capital to live in your mansion."
"That's it." Zhang Songxi nodded, apologized to them very respectfully, and said that he had arranged another private room for everyone to continue eating. The restaurant owner said: "No, that's all for today, we're leaving now.
."
"Dear guests, if I ask you for help, please treat me with respect. I will treat you with the best food in the restaurant." The shopkeeper pleaded.
"You, the shopkeeper, even though we don't want to eat it, you still want to treat us. Did you have more money to cook it?" Song Yuanqiao said.
The shopkeeper didn't say anything else, he just begged them not to leave. Although the two families almost got into a fight and it was their restaurant that suffered the consequences, this was not because two groups of enemies were fighting head-on, but because of the soundproofing of their restaurant.
The guests almost got into a fight because they didn't do a good job. There were no restaurants in this era, and even the soundproofing of the inn was very good. But if someone looked closely, they would say it was their restaurant's problem, which would affect future business. In particular, neither of the two parties wanted to fight.
Ordinary people, on one side is Zhang Fu, the uncle of Guazhou who is deeply favored by His Majesty, and on the other side is Zhang Wuji, the consort Zhang Wuji who has just been given a marriage. They cannot afford to offend either of them because of their unusual status. Of course, they must make up for it seriously.
Everyone in the Wudang Sect had no intention of eating or drinking anymore, but they couldn't resist the shopkeeper's enthusiasm, so they had no choice but to eat and drink again "reluctantly".
But this time they were much more honest, they didn't drink much, they didn't talk much, they just ate in silence.
However, Zhang Songxi collapsed like this. He said to Zhang Wuji: "Wuji, we had already discussed this when we left the palace just now. It happened that the fifth junior brother and his younger siblings also came to the capital, so let them stay in the capital to organize the wedding and wait for you to get married.
Then return to Wudang."
"You used to be a bodyguard, and I'm afraid you didn't have servants. Your status is different now, and you must have servants. But you may not be able to buy a servant you like if you buy in a hurry, especially if you are a personal servant and can
The boss’s servant.”
"So uncle, I think you should buy a few rough servants first, and then leave a few Taoist boys to serve you personally. What do you think? By the way, the emperor has rewarded you with a house? I have also seen where you live.
It’s only a room and a half, what’s it enough for? If the emperor doesn’t reward you with a house, the sect will pay for it and buy a house in the capital for you to live in.”
"Fourth uncle, there is no need to spend so much money." After hearing this, Zhang Wuji said hurriedly.
"You are a member of our Wudang sect. It's okay for the sect to pay for a house."
Having said this, Zhang Songxi patted him on the shoulder again and said: "It is a matter of honor for Wudang that you marry me as your consort. If there is anything missing, the sect will not be stingy. This is also what your great master means." (
