Entering the tea room, the little Taoist priest brought tea. Miaofeng and Guanzhi didn't move, their faces were dull, and they didn't look at anyone.

Yang Zhan originally wanted to grimace his teeth as if in pain, but seeing this, he quickly offered the tea to Miaofeng with both hands.

"Master, please drink tea!"

Miaofeng said nothing, and Guanzhi said from the side: "Your master only drinks Emei snow bud, don't you know?"

Yang Zhan said respectfully: "Of course I know. But, this snow bud is in Emei, so it is called Emei snow bud. I fried it dry and brought it to Chongtong Temple to drink it. It is still Emei snow bud, it can't have changed.

The name is Chongtong Xueya."

Miaofeng knew that there was a pun in his words, so he said angrily: "You mean, the Kung Fu you created is also called Emei Kung Fu?"

"Of course it is also Emei Kung Fu. How could I find another way and give it an unusual name?"

Zhu Pingxi quit, "Junior brother, is the name Double Eyed Kung Fu a rare thing? You told me at the beginning how important it was to pass on the martial arts skills of the Four-Eyed Immortal and Master."

Yang Zhan groaned secretly. Before one end was pressed down, the other end rose again.

Ma Lanlan, Fei Xiaojin and Liu Jiankuan all looked at him in awe, neither saying anything to help him nor adding insult to injury.

Yang Zhan frowned, "Ah, master, senior brother, we are all our own people. We have just lived a peaceful life for a few days, why are you starting to cause trouble over nothing?"

"Much trouble out of nothing?" Miaofeng and Zhu Pingxi asked at the same time, raising their voices.

Yang Zhan's face turned red, "Oh, I mean, don't worry about it."

"Are we arguing?" The two of them acted as if they had discussed it beforehand and refused to give in.

"Amitabha!" Guanzhi stood up, "I finally understand. It turns out that this is something your own family is joking about. I am the one who is meddling in other people's business. I shouldn't go on this trip. I'll take my leave first. Everyone.

,Please help yourself!"

Miaofeng pulled his sleeves and said, "Why are we walking? The problem has not been solved and you want to run away?"

"How to solve it? I don't think you want to solve it. The two kung fu have been mixed together. How can you separate them if they continue to mix it up in such a confused way?"

Yang Zhan always had the ability to sort out a mess. He implored: "Sit down and take a sip of tea, and I will tell you the solution."

Helpless, everyone picked up their teacups and drank a sip.

Yang Zhan said slowly: "This set of Kung Fu we created does not yet have a resounding name. It originated from both Emei Kung Fu and Chongtong Guan Kung Fu. Today, since everyone is here, for the sake of fairness, I invite everyone to come together.

Discuss a suitable name. There should be no regional disputes, let alone a distinction between Buddhism and Taoism."

"What a good idea! Senior brother, let me tell you something first. It's a good idea." Xiao Jin was the best at cheering. After thinking about it for a while, he blurted out, "Well, what do you think of Shujiang Magic?"

"No, no, the area is too wide and has no characteristics. Master, please pick one." Jian Kuan looked at Miaofeng with a smile, obviously with a meaning of trying to please.

Miaofeng remained silent, then came out to smooth things over again, "If we want to come up with a name, we have to see what kind of tricks you come up with. If you simply superimpose Emei Kung Fu and Chongtong Guan Kung Fu, then talk about

It’s not a new genre, and there’s no need to give it another name.”

"Yes, yes, it's time to ask two eminent monks for advice. Yang Zhan, you and Jian Kuan will practice it again for everyone to see." Zhu Pingxi is no longer the king of Shu, but what he said has always been regarded as an imperial edict by his own people.

Yang Zhan and Jian Kuan immediately stood up and carried Miaofeng and Guanzhi outside one by one. After bowing and saluting, the two set up their positions and started fighting.

They were used to sparring, but now they wanted to show off their skills in front of the eminent monk, so they each used their skills, suddenly creating a storm inside and outside the Chongtong Temple.

Xiao Jin shouted: "Go to Fuhu Forest and don't disturb the Patriarch."

In Fuhu Forest, he was injured by their fist and sword wind, and the ground was covered with branches and leaves. The two of them fought on the river again.

In the past, although Yang Zhan and Liu Jiankuan were very capable on the river, they always had to find some wooden boards and branches as support to ride on the waves. Today, they have no basis to control the waves, as if they were walking on flat ground.

The two were fighting so hard that even an eminent monk like Miaofeng was mesmerized by the sight.

Before the water column soaring into the sky fell, Yang and Liu had already closed their formation and stood beside them.

Miaofeng's expression was completely different from before, his eyes were shining, he laughed a few times with pride, and faced Guan Zhidao: "Monk, look at these two scoundrels of mine, they should be the best in the world.

Bar?"

Guanzhi also chuckled, "Master, it's hard to see the shadow of Emei Kung Fu in them. It's a bit reluctant to say that they are your disciples."

Miaofeng said angrily: "There is not much trace of Ge Bao's kung fu in them. Do you also want to say that they are not Ge Bao's disciples?"

Yang Zhan said respectfully: "Once a teacher, always a teacher. You and I, Master Ge Bao, are Yang Zhan's reborn parents. Everything I am now is due to your painstaking cultivation. Please give Master a name for this Kung Fu."

!”

Miaofeng nodded with satisfaction, and then took Zhu Pingxi's hand, "Your Highness, Prince of Shu, I have always known that you brothers and sisters are one and never distinguish each other. This set of kung fu is naturally your collective wisdom. If I can name it,

, I hope Your Highness will not blame me for being partial."

Zhu Pingxi immediately understood what he was thinking and said excitedly: "Master, your ideas are our ideas, but it doesn't matter."

"Yang Gong's Eight Techniques! I counted and there are eight techniques in total for your Kung Fu. Since Yang Zhan took the lead in creating it, it is called Yang Gong's Eight Techniques. It is simple and clear and easy to spread. There is no regional dispute, let alone sect dispute.

.Yang Zhan first entered Taoism and later Buddhism. He has dual identities. After Yang Gong’s Eight Skills, it became a martial art shared by both Buddhism and Taoism. It is also the inheritance of Emei Kung Fu and Chongtong Guan Kung Fu.”

Everyone present applauded and cheered, but Du Yangzhan expressed his objection with a red face, "No, no, our brothers and sisters have been studying this set of kung fu together for more than half a year before it finally took shape. How dare I covet this skill alone!"

Zhu Pingxi said emotionally: "Junior brother, in form we accompany you, but in essence it is your wisdom, not to mention. You have always been our representative, and with you, we are here. Yang Gong's Eight Skills, this

The name touched our hearts and it was decided.”

Fei Xiaojin and Liu Jiankuan also nodded desperately.

Yang Zhan looked at Lan Lan, who said coldly: "This name can calm disputes, and it was given by Master Miaofeng himself. Of course it is the best."

"Well, since everyone has agreed, I have no objection. Yang Zhan has thanked Master for this. Master Guanzhi and all the brothers will definitely live up to everyone's expectations in the future and spread this Kung Fu throughout the Minjiang River Basin to strengthen Shu.

People, protect my homeland."

Back in the teahouse, Yang Zhan asked Lan Lan again, "Lan'er, tell us quickly, why is your hair turning white again?"
Chapter completed!