Kongwen gave Wudang and Yang Qingyuan a step up, and Yang Qingyuan had to step down. If Yang Qingyuan took action regardless of this, Wudang would be the one to suffer.
Although sometimes righteousness and reputation are of no use, most of the time people still have to be reasonable in doing things.
At least Wudang and Yang Qingyuan are reasonable people.
"The little benefactor has good eyesight. The poor monk has long heard that Master Zhang has a handsome, elegant, and extraordinary junior brother! Only when I saw him today did I know that the rumors in the world are true."
Kong Wen's truth made Yang Qingyuan feel comfortable listening to it. Although this great monk was deeply scheming, he still knew how to recognize people, and he was not as knowledgeable as the young monk Zhikong.
"Master Kongwen is worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin. He is truly extraordinary in bearing and has a sharp eye!"
Two foxes acted out a fairy tale, and Yang Qingyuan, as a member of the Wu Zhong who destroyed the Cao Gang and killed the lay disciples of Shaolin, has long been a thorn in the side of Shaolin.
However, the two of them had a cordial and friendly exchange, as if they were a pair of friends who have been together forever, leaving Mo Shenggu and Yin Liting behind them at a loss.
Seeing that the atmosphere had calmed down, Song Yuanqiao hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I guess all the masters are a little tired from the journey. Why don't you go to the monastery to rest for a while?"
Kong Wen held up one hand and performed a monk's salute, "Thank you, Master Song, for your understanding."
"Sixth Brother, you can personally take the masters from Shaolin Temple to rest!"
"Yes, Senior Brother!" Yin Liting nodded towards Song Yuanqiao, then turned sideways and said to Kongwen, "Master Kongwen, and all the eminent monks from Shaolin, please come with me!"
After all the Shaolin monks saluted together, they followed Yin Liting up the mountain.
After the group of Shaolin monks left, the expression on Yang Qingyuan's face was no longer as relaxed and harmonious as before.
There were at least four people among the monks who just left, and Yang Qingyuan couldn't tell the depth. In other words, there were at least four caves and mysterious realms among the monks who just left.
"There are at least four Dongxuan among this group of monks, and the people from Shaolin are not doing well. Song Da, please ask Amu and Ziyang to pay more attention to the Shaolin monks."
Although it is also a sound transmission method, Tiandun sound transmission method is different from ordinary sound transmission methods. Generally, sound transmission methods may be cracked or interfered by other people's true energy when encountering a warrior with a higher level of cultivation than themselves.
There is distortion, but Tiandu sound transmission will not, which is equivalent to an encrypted message.
Although it sounds very powerful, it is not very practical, and the practice is obscure and difficult to understand, and the cost performance is extremely low, so not many people in Wudang know how to do it.
Song Yuanqiao glanced at his cheap little junior uncle, and was slightly shocked. He was worthy of being recognized by his master as his junior uncle. Such talent was beyond the reach of his seven brothers?!
Song Yuanqiao didn't understand Tiandun sound transmission, so he could only use ordinary sound transmission methods.
"My uncle's words make sense. If Shaolin came here just to celebrate his birthday, there would be no need to mobilize so many people and bring so many people. Three of the four great monks who have seen and heard wisdom are here!"
"More than that, among those old monks, there are four people whose depths I can't even fathom."
"Aren't the people that my uncle is talking about not Kong Wen, Kong Zhi, Kong Xing, etc.?"
"The wisdom of seeing and hearing is not great, but the reputation is not small. The only great one, Kong Jian, is gone. The other three are just like this. Kong Wen's martial arts are on par with you. Kong Zhi and Kong Xing's martial arts are even better.
It's inferior to you, but it doesn't make it difficult for me to distinguish between depth and depth."
Song Yuanqiao was a little embarrassed, but with Kong Wen and himself so far apart, Song Yuanqiao felt that he couldn't answer the conversation.
"She should be a master of the cross-word generation in the lecture hall." Yang Qingyuan did not care about Song Yuanqiao's embarrassment and continued.
The Shaolin Lecture Hall is full of masters from the older generation of Shaolin. The leaders of each hall of the previous generation, and the abbots and elders will go to the Lecture Hall to study Buddhism and martial arts after they retire. This is the greatest heritage of Shaolin.
"It seems that the Shaolin sect wants to cause trouble at Master's birthday banquet!"
Mo Shenggu, who had been watching the conversation between the two and had no chance to interrupt, finally spoke.
Song Yuanqiao and Yang Qingyuan ignored Xiao Qi who was talking nonsense.
Someone secretly brought a master to the birthday banquet. Isn't he here to cause trouble? Or could he come here specifically to celebrate Zhang Sanfeng's birthday because he respects him?
Do you need to bring four Dongxuan above to celebrate your birthday? They are obviously here to cause trouble!
However, although the three of them had doubts about Shaolin's mysterious masters, they did not pay too much attention. On Wudang Mountain, if you want to use force to solve the problem, that is a method that only people who have lost their minds will come up with.
Whether there are four caves or eight caves, there is no difference in Wudang Mountain.
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"Emei Sect, Master Miejie has arrived!"
The Shaolin people, Song Yuanqiao and Yang Qingyuan, who had just finished arranging the arrangements, were sitting down to have a cup of tea. They breathed a sigh of relief when the voice of welcoming disciples came from the mountain gate.
The Emei Sect is also an established sect in the world, and is one of the eight recognized sects in the world. It must be hosted by Song Yuanqiao himself. When Song Yuanqiao was about to stand up, Yang Qingyuan stopped him.
"Senior Nephew Yuanqiao, you have worked hard to welcome guests all day long! Let me greet Master Miejie on your behalf!"
Yang Qingyuan had some important matters to discuss with Master Miejie, and he had a close relationship with Emei, so it was appropriate for him to receive Emei.
Yang Qingyuan has already made arrangements for his birthday, and Miejie Shitai is a key part of it.
Not long after, the disciples of Emei, composed of monks and laymen, came from the mountain gate.
The leader was about forty-four or five years old, with a frosty face and a pretty face. However, his eyebrows drooped slantingly, and his face became extremely strange, almost like a hanged ghost on the stage.
It is none other than the current head of Emei, Miejie Shitai.
"Amitabha, I have met Taoist Master Qingyuan!"
Miejue Shitai had met Yang Qingyuan when he was a teenager. They hadn't seen him for eight years. Except for his temperament, Yang Qingyuan had not changed much, which surprised Miejie.
"Master is so polite!"
Yang Qingyuan is Zhang Sanfeng's younger brother. In terms of seniority alone, he stands at the top of the world.
Most sect leaders are one or two generations shorter than Yang Qingyuan, and Master Miejie is no exception.
After seeing the two of them exchanging pleasantries, a green figure in the crowd couldn't help but step forward.
"Brother Qingyuan!"
Eight years pass by at the speed of light, and a daughter in the Zhou family has grown up.
The poor boat girl with shabby clothes and bare feet has now grown into a beautiful Xiaolu Narcissus.
"Eight years apart, how is sister Zhiruo!?"
The three little ones looked at the beautiful girl in front of them, who was not much older than themselves, and gestured to each other.
Yang Guo: I stand with Sister Cao!
Cao Xueyang taught Yang Guo marksmanship, and he had nothing to hide. He was a heroine, and Yang Guo was a staunch Xueyang Party member.
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After some pleasantries, Yang Qingyuan asked the three little ones and the Taoist Zhike from Wudang to take the Emei disciples to rest.
He took Zhou Zhiruo and Master Miejie to the wonders of Wudang, the shores of Lake Taihe.
The water of heaven and earth gathered in the Wudang Mountains and actually formed a lake in the mountains. I couldn't help but admire its miraculous workmanship.
"I wonder if Taoist Master Qingyuan brought me and my apprentice here, what kind of advice do you have?!"
Master Miejie didn't understand Yang Qingyuan's purpose and asked.
Yang Qingyuan smiled slightly.
"Does Master think that the Nine Yin Manual is really invincible?! How many tricks can the former Song Dynasty master Huang Shang take from my senior brother?!"
