April 9th is the 100th birthday of Wudang master Zhang Sanfeng. This is a big day.
Regardless of whether they are famous or unknown, they all want to go to Wudang Mountain to join in the fun.
On this day, Wudang Mountain was extremely lively.
From early in the morning, the Seven Wudang Masters all paid early birthday wishes to Zhang Sanfeng, and then Song Yuanqiao and several junior disciples began to receive the major sect leaders at the mountain gate who came to wish him a birthday.
With the arrival of each sect, the seven Wudang disciples looked extremely ugly. They said it was a birthday celebration, but when someone celebrates a birthday, the birthday gift they bring is nothing more than longevity peaches and longevity noodles. This kind of thing is in
I look down on that Zhang Sanfeng.
Moreover, each of these people had weapons hidden in their arms, which made the Wudang Seven Sons even more unhappy.
At this time, they also knew that among these people, they definitely did not sincerely wish their master a birthday, so they were extremely angry.
But today is his master's birthday, and Song Yuanqiao and others can't help but endure it. Fortunately, not everyone is fake.
For example, what Emei sent was a truly important gift. In addition to the sixteen-color precious jade, there was also a bright red brocade Taoist robe, embroidered with a hundred different "longevity" characters with gold thread. It took a lot of effort.
Small.
"Xiao Ziyu, a disciple of Zixiao in the East China Sea, congratulated Master Zhang on his 100th birthday and gave him a Linglong Zhenshan stone statue, a piece of purple coral, a piece of Wu Daozi's "Ten Finger Zhongkui Picture", and a copy of Yan Zhenqing's handwriting..."
"Who is this? Such a big gesture?"
"Have you heard about this Donghai Zixiao Sanren?"
This congratulatory gift immediately caused some people in the hall to whisper.
As for Song Yuanqiao, they also have some doubts. They don't know who is so generous. Among all the guests, this gift is only comparable to the gift from the White Eagle Sect yesterday.
Not long after, a young man in his twenties, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe and a Taoist bun, walked in slowly.
This young man was Xiao Ziyu. After staying in the small mountain village in Tianwu Continent for half a month and teaching the people in the village basic martial arts, Xiao Ziyu used the starry sky gate to travel to the world of Heavenly Slaying Dragons.
After asking around in the martial arts world, he learned that Zhang Wuxia had returned to Wudang Mountain with his wife and son.
So he immediately knew the plot, and at the same time he also understood that Zhang Wuji seemed to have been captured by people from the Ruyang Palace.
Originally, he wanted to sneak into Prince Ruyang's Mansion and rescue Zhang Wuji. Unfortunately, when he entered Prince Ruyang's Mansion, he met the two elders Xuan Ming. After fighting with each other for a few moves, he found that with his current martial arts, although he could
Suppress these two people.,
But if you want to kill the opponent, you can't do it in a short time. Moreover, if he is in the imperial capital, it will be a bit dangerous if he is surrounded.
So I could only grab some treasures from the Ruyang Prince's Mansion and leave.
"But Donghai Zixiao Sanren is in person?" Seeing Xiao Ziyu walking into the hall, Song Yuanqiao immediately came towards him and asked.
Although Xiao Ziyu was only a young man in his early twenties, Song Yuanqiao did not show any slightness.
After all, where is Xiao Ziyu's congratulatory gift? If you, Wudang, give such a big congratulatory gift, if you neglect it, wouldn't you be looking down on others? Wouldn't you be laughed at?
"It's the right path," Xiao Ziyu replied as a gift.
"Please take a seat." With such a great gift, Song Yuanqiao couldn't let Xiao Ziyu sit at the bottom, so he invited Xiao Ziyu to sit under the top heads.
Because this happy event came suddenly, the Wudang Clan did not prepare any dishes, so they could only eat simple meals.
However, the people from these sects did not care about these meals. The purpose of their coming was not to celebrate his birthday. They came for Zhang Wuxia or, in other words, for Xie Xun's dragon-slaying knife.
After all the guests in the hall had finished their meals, the Taoist Taoist Master of Fireworks cleared away the dishes.
At this time, Zhang Songxi said in a voice: "Seniors and friends, today is my master's 100th birthday, and I am here to honor you. Everyone in our sect feels honored and favored, but the reception is extremely simple, so please forgive me."
"My master originally wanted to invite you all to go to the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuchang to get drunk together. If you are disrespectful today, I will make up for it then. My junior brother Zhang Cuishan has been away from home for ten years and has just returned today. What he has experienced in the past ten years is still there.
I haven’t reported the details to the Master yet.”
"Besides, today is a day of great joy for my master. It would be unreasonable to talk about the grudges and fights in the martial arts world. Your good intentions of coming all the way to celebrate your birthday have turned into deliberately seeking trouble. It is rare for you to come to Wudang.
How about I accompany you to enjoy the scenery in front of and behind the mountains?"
What Zhang Songxi said was reasonable and well-founded. He wanted to get ahead of others and block others in the future. But it was a pity that he didn't think that people from these sects were extremely shameless!
How could he get rid of it with just a few words?
Besides, the attraction of the dragon-slaying knife is so tempting, who can resist it. So as soon as he finished speaking, Xi Huazi, a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, stood up and said loudly:
"Zhang Sixia, you don't have to keep your words in your head. We are clear people who don't do secret things, so we open the skylight and speak openly. We went up the mountain this time to wish Mr. Zhang a birthday, and secondly to inquire about the whereabouts of that evil thief Xie Xun."
"Haha! I sincerely wish you a birthday. This is the first time I have seen people from the Central Plains celebrating their birthdays. They just buy some longevity noodles and other things from the foot of the mountain, and they are the worst."
"Those who knew it thought you were wishing me birthday, and those who didn't know thought you were deliberately looking for trouble."
At this moment, a mocking voice appeared in the abrupt hall.
"Who? Who is it? Dare to laugh at my Kunlun sect?"
This sudden mocking sound resounded in all directions in the hall, and it was impossible to tell which mouth it came from. This made some people present suddenly shrink their eyes.
Because based on the performance of that person just now, his martial arts is definitely not low. There are very few people who can do what he does. Except for a few leaders, there are none.
"Kunlun Sect, isn't it amazing?" The voice appeared again immediately, making Xi Huazi's face turn red, obviously angry.
Even the head of the Kunlun Sect looked extremely ugly.
"That friend is at odds with my Kunlun sect. If he resorts to such villainous behavior, he has the courage to stand up." He Taichong stood up. Otherwise, his Kunlun sect would have been lost.
"Haha! I've always been there for the villain's behavior, but you just didn't notice it." The voice continued to be so mocking.
But now everyone in the audience could tell where the sound came from.
They all stared there. At this sight, many people took a breath of cold air. They never expected that this voice came from Xiao Ziyu's mouth.
You must know that they originally thought that a person with such inner strength should be thirty or forty years old. This is still the lowest.
But Xiao Ziyu was only in his early twenties at this time.