Autumn in the Minjiang River Basin always exudes a strong smell of straw. Yang Zhan closed his eyes, lying on the haystack and letting the autumn sun bake.

"Senior brother, senior brother, if you are still taking a break here, there is already a commotion in Chongtong Temple!"

Xiao Jin's voice sounded calm even in the panic.

"But my Master Miaofeng has arrived?" Yang Zhan had a smile on his lips, his eyes still closed, his legs swaying, and he had no intention of getting up.

"If you knew he was coming, why did you hide out?"

"I learned his Emei Kung Fu, but I came here to carry forward the Chongtongguan martial arts. How could he just let it go? It would be much easier for him to make peace with me first, and then I would put an end to it."

Xiao Jin curled his lips and said, "All good people let you do it."

Someone answered: "Didn't all good people let him do it? We monks have been under his command for decades, and we all made wedding clothes for him!"

It turns out that he must have followed Xiao Jin here.

Yang Zhan stood up and said, "Ah, Master, are you here too?"

Guanzhi wiped the sweat with his hands and said, "This Qiuhuhu is really powerful. If it weren't for Master Miaofeng dragging me to settle accounts with you, I wouldn't want to take this trip."

Yang Zhan chuckled and took his arm, "I haven't seen you for a few months. Master has gained a lot of weight. It's time to go out and walk around more. Come, accompany me to see Master Miaofeng, and please help me to be beautiful in front of his old man."

Say it."

Guanzhi turned back to look at Xiaojin, "Am I right? You, my senior brother, are the ones who want to take advantage of us when they see an opportunity."

Xiao Jin blinked and said playfully: "You are an eminent monk, of course he will borrow your strength."

"You who study Taoism are best at scheming people. But we who study Buddhism always want to save all sentient beings." Guanzhi sighed with emotion.

"Well said," Yang Zhan patted his shoulder affectionately, "What's wrong with me borrowing your heart to save all sentient beings to calculate and plan people's livelihood? Buddhism and Taoism are one, there is no need to separate you.

I."

"Don't tell me, I can't defeat you. As long as you can convince your Master Miaofeng, I will admire you."

At this moment, Miaofeng had turned Chongtong Guan upside down, claiming that he would take back the Emei Kung Fu from Yang Zhan and Liu Jiankuan. When Yang Zhan was not around, he chased after Jiankuan.

How could Jian Kuan dare to take his move? He just hid.

Although after decades of war, the ancient palace of Chongtongguan was almost unscathed. However, where their swords struck, either a piece collapsed here or a corner was damaged there. As for the incense burner ashes, it was even more of a mess.

.

The little Taoist priests couldn't restrain themselves from shouting and screaming, and their eyes filled with emotion.

Zhu Pingxi, who lived in Jiangxiang Tower, also heard the sound and rushed over. Hearing the excitement, he suddenly became very interested. He jumped up and flew to the roof of the hall, took out the jade flute and placed it across his mouth.

The sound of the flute started suddenly and soon caught up with the rhythm of the two chasing people.

Seeing this, Monk Guanzhi, who walked into the door with Yang Zhan, was stunned.

"Are His Highness the King of Shu's eyes healed?"

Yang Zhan said proudly: "So what if it's not good? Although my senior brother Pingxi is blind, he can speak clearly better than normal people. Master, please see, his flute sound is still guiding Jiankuan how to avoid it!"

"It's incredible, you brothers are incredible! Liu Jiankuan was able to escape hundreds of moves from Master Miaofeng, and the master was already out of breath from exhaustion. In a serious comparison, he must be better than the master! What a good Yang Zhan, what a good one!

Lord Shu, you have created a new martial arts school, which will surpass Emei Kung Fu!" Guanzhi sighed as he stamped his feet.

"Oh, Chongtong Guan Kung Fu has always had a shadow of Emei Kung Fu, so why does it matter? The Min River runs through the whole territory, how can we clearly distinguish them from each other?"

"No, even if Master Miaofeng spares you, I will never give up. If this continues, Chongtong Guan Kung Fu will soon be known to the world, and no one in the world will remember the existence of Emei Kung Fu."

Seeing Guan Zhi's angry look, Yang Zhan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and defended: "Your Emei Kung Fu was also created by our Taoist family. Taoist Master Bai Yuan created Emei Tongjiquan and Yuan Gong Sword Technique, which created the

Learned Emei’s authentic martial arts.”

"Well, Yang Zhan, you ungrateful thing, take your life!" Miaofeng, who was chasing Jian Kuan, suddenly changed his direction and stabbed Yang Zhan with his sword.

Who was Miaofeng? The conversation between Yang Zhan and Guanzhi had long fallen into his ears.

Everyone screamed in surprise, but Yang Zhan did not dodge or dodge, and the tip of Miaofeng's sword pierced his chest.

The surroundings suddenly became unusually quiet, and Miaofeng threw away the sword in his hand. Even though he put it away quickly, there was a little blood on the tip of the sword.

"Are you stupid? Don't you know how to hide?"

Yang Zhan covered his chest and dropped to his knees, "Master, you saved my life. You can take it anytime you want."

Miaofeng said bitterly: "Since you know how to be grateful, why do you do that thing of deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors?"

Yang Zhan raised his head and said sincerely: "It's my fault for not informing Master in advance. But I have this martial arts, and I always want to pass it on to future generations, so that Master's teachings will not be in vain. Furthermore, our country of Shu has learned many times

War, plague, tigers, fires, and floods have left less than 50% of the people who have survived, and they are all very weak. If this continues, there is a danger of extinction. My brothers and I want to sort out and research a method that can strengthen the body.

, and the Kung Fu that can protect the people of Shu is taught to the brothers of the Shujiang League and the monks and Taoists throughout Sichuan."

"Hmph, I only saw that your brothers and sisters have made great progress in martial arts. I didn't see how many disciples you recruited. I'm afraid it's just to make the Chongtong Temple famous. From now on, people in the world only know the Chongtong Immortal Way and don't know about Emei.

Even though the eminent monk does not seek fame and wealth, he cannot personally bury the reputation of Emei Kung Fu."

Zhu Pingxi had already come down from the house. He clasped his hands and bowed to Miaofeng. He persuaded in a gentle voice: "Master, don't be anxious. How can my junior brother disobey his master? I will naturally give you an explanation."

Miaofeng was still angry, "In his heart, only Ge Bao is his master. No matter how much I do for him, I will always be just an outsider!"

"Hahaha, the number one monk in Sichuan is really cute when he gets jealous!" A white-haired female hero floated over.

Everyone took a closer look and found that it was Ma Lanlan.

"Lan'er, why is your hair white again?" Yang Zhan said, about to get up.

"Don't get up, Master Miaofeng hasn't forgiven you yet!" Lan Lan scolded.

Miaofeng looked embarrassed, "Since Ma Nuxia is here too, let him get up and let's go to the teahouse to explain the matter clearly."

"Thank you, Master!" Yang Zhan got up and went to pick up Lanlan. Lanlan turned around and supported Miaofeng and walked towards the tea room.
Chapter completed!