The Zixiao Palace was densely packed with people from various sects who came to "wish birthdays". A rough count of them numbered at least several hundred people.
Wudang is not as wealthy as Shaolin, and there are too many guests here today. The Huo Gong Taoist can only serve each person a large bowl of rice, with some green vegetables and tofu on top, and it is considered a banquet.
Fortunately, these people in front of me are all here for the Dragon Saber, and no one cares about whether they eat well or not. Everyone is eating their rice with an expressionless face, and from time to time they secretly look out of the hall door, waiting for the meal.
The eminent monk of Shaolin Temple who promised to take the lead and call the shots.
About a quarter of an hour later, the guests had finished their meals one after another. The Taoist Taoist took away the bowls, and the birthday banquet got down to business.
The eyes of everyone at the banquet flickered, and they couldn't wait to interrogate the Wudang Clan and find out the whereabouts of Xie Xun and the Dragon Sword.
Zhang Songxi, who has always been resourceful and resourceful, took a step forward when he saw this situation, and was about to speak and use his words to silence the crowd so that they would not attack.
Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly flew in from outside the hall at this time, attracting the attention of everyone present.
The man only borrowed a little strength from two or three beams, and then flew through the air, spanning a distance of more than ten feet, and landed beside the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
This erratic and god-like Qinggong really shocked everyone present, and their eyes were instantly focused.
"Junior brother!" "Junior brother, where have you been and how did you get here?" The Seven Heroes of Wudang saw the appearance of the person clearly and asked one after another.
"Now is not the time to talk about this..." Meng Xiuyuan lifted up his sleeves and robe, revealing Zhang Wuji who was being held in his arms.
"Wuji!" Zhang Cuishan couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw his beloved son who had been missing for several days.
Hearing his shout, the brothers and sisters around him knew the child's identity and hurriedly gathered around him.
Meng Xiuyuan did not explain much, but directly carried Xiao Wuji to his master Zhang Sanfeng.
"Master, look..."
With that said, Meng Xiuyuan untied Zhang Wuji's clothes, revealing the green palm print on his back.
"Xuanming Divine Palm!" Zhang Sanfeng naturally recognized this injury and hurriedly hugged Zhang Wuji and examined it carefully.
He stretched out his hand to touch the palm print, and felt it was hot as fire. He then touched Xiao Wuji's body and limbs, but he felt unusually cold. He knew that the sinister power of the palm had already penetrated deep into the child's body meridians.
An injury like this may be difficult to save.
Zhang Sanfeng raised his head and looked around at the many people in the arena who were eager to try, and then looked at Zhang Wuji, who was in danger in his hands. Even though he had cultivated his mind for a hundred years, he couldn't help but take a long breath and frown slightly.
"Master, you save the child first, keeping his life is the most important thing. Our brothers and sisters can handle these matters outside." Meng Xiuyuan met Zhang Sanfeng's eyes and said seriously.
"Yeah, that's right. Just remember what I said before becoming a teacher, stick to your heart, and just go ahead and do it."
Zhang Sanfeng made a decision immediately and nodded towards Meng Xiuyuan. He ignored everyone present, picked up Xiao Wuji and walked quickly towards the back hall.
"Fifth Senior Brother, you should go too, Wuji needs your father by his side at this time..." Meng Xiuyuan whispered to Zhang Cuishan beside him.
"No, what happened today was all caused by my husband and me. How can I hide by myself when surrounded by wolves?" Zhang Cuishan's face was deep and he shook his head in disagreement. It was obvious that he had made up his mind.
Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan stopped trying to persuade him and instead told the Taoist boy standing next to him to tell Yin Susu the news so that she, the mother, could take care of the child quickly.
The Seven Heroes of the Wudang Sect around them didn't know what happened or why Zhang Cuishan's child was so seriously injured, so they all stepped forward to ask Meng Xiuyuan.
But at this moment, the guests in the hall had lost their patience.
Xi Huazi from the Kunlun Sect was the first to stand up and said loudly:
"Everyone in Wudang Mountain, where is Master Zhang going? We are going up the mountain today, and we still have something to ask him..."
Meng Xiuyuan and others were very angry when they saw that he was so unreasonable.
As the eldest brother, Song Yuanqiao naturally stepped forward to respond, but as soon as he took half a step, Meng Xiuyuan reached out to stop him.
"Senior Brother, do you believe me or not?" Meng Xiuyuan still stared at Xi Huazi, turned his body slightly and whispered to Song Yuanqiao.
"Of course I believe you." Song Yuanqiao replied without hesitation, even though he had not yet figured out what Meng Xiuyuan meant.
"If you believe me, then how about leaving everything to me to solve today's issues?" Meng Xiuyuan said.
"This... okay. Junior brother, go ahead.
It's just that although your martial arts skills are high, you still have to be more careful. Remember that all the senior brothers are here. If anything happens, the eight of us will handle it together." Song Yuanqiao glanced at Meng Xiuyuan in surprise, but did not reject him.
Hearing this, Meng Xiuyuan said reassuringly, then walked a few steps forward and stood in front of many guests.
He didn't want to wait for others to use words to coerce him, so he took the initiative and said loudly to everyone present:
"As you all have seen, something sad happened to Wudang today. My beloved son Zhang Wuji, the fifth senior brother, was injured by a traitor. He is now dying and is in urgent need of treatment. We are no longer able to entertain you.
Besides, the banquet is now over, and my master has already understood the good intentions of everyone who came to pay homage to your birthday, so please just go down the mountain.
I apologize for the lack of etiquette. After what happened, I, Wudang, will definitely send someone to apologize to all the comrades from all factions here."
After bowing first and then fighting, Meng Xiuyuan finished speaking about this scene in a serious manner, and bowed to everyone in front of him, with a very low posture.
It's just that now that these people have already gone to Wudang Mountain, they have never thought of giving up. How can they be dismissed with just a few nice words?
"Humph!" "How can this be done?" "Stop doing this!"
When the people on the opposite side heard this, they immediately started to commotion. Some of the impatient people stood up and wanted to quarrel with each other.
Meng Xiuyuan was not surprised by this scene. Before they could speak, his voice turned cold and he said again:
"Of course, I know that you all came to my Wudang Mountain today not only to pay homage to my master, but also to learn about Xie Xun's whereabouts from my fifth senior brother.
The reason why you are here now is probably just waiting for a strong support from the Wu-Dang Clan who dares to face me directly.
It doesn't matter, the person you are waiting for has already arrived."
Everyone saw that at such a young age, he could speak so bluntly and bluntly, and it was difficult for him to save face. They immediately stood up and wanted to teach Meng Xiuyuan, a boy who didn't know how high the sky was, a lesson.
But before everyone could get mad, a cry of "Amitabha!" came from outside the door.
This Buddha's name is very mysterious. It can be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears, but it sounds like it is coming from a distance and is indistinct.
Moreover, no one appeared for a long time after the Buddha's name was uttered, which made many people present confused.
After a long while, until everyone could no longer sit still, they saw a few monks walking towards the door. Taking a closer look, the lineup was quite astonishing.
It was the three great monks of Kongwen, Kongxing and Kongzhi of the Shaolin Temple who all came to the scene. Behind them were nine monks from the Shaolin Temple, all of whom were direct disciples of the three great monks.
"This little benefactor really has a good ear. He heard our footsteps even through several doors. He has such cultivation at such a young age, which really puts us to shame."
Kong heard that the city was deep and quiet, so when they met, he didn't say anything else and just praised Meng Xiuyuan.
When everyone present heard this, they understood what had happened and couldn't help but be surprised. Thinking back to the profound Qinggong displayed by Meng Xiuyuan when he entered the palace just now, it was difficult to look down upon him just because of his age.
Among them, He Taichong, the leader of Kunlun, was particularly shocked.
You must know that as the head of the Kunlun Sect, second only to Shaolin and Wudang, he himself is extremely confident in his martial arts, and his reputation as "Mr. Tieqin" shocks the world.
But just now, Meng Xiuyuan heard the footsteps of people in the Shaolin Temple outside the door, but he didn't hear it. And he couldn't do Meng Xiuyuan's tacky Qinggong before.
Although no one knew about this incident, it caused huge waves in He Taichong's heart.