The first thing Yang Qingyuan borrowed was the power of the imperial court.
Zhang Sanfeng was the Imperial Master of the Zhou Dynasty, and it was his 100th birthday. Yang Qingyuan, as an angel, came with the eunuch from the palace to deliver the message to celebrate his birthday.
But as an imperial envoy, Yang Qingyuan took his three little ones to travel around the world.
The imperial guard of honor traveled all the way and finally arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain yesterday.
"The Emperor is entrusted with the destiny of Heaven, and the edict says: The Emperor is virtuous, and sent down immortals from Heaven to transform the common people, and to preach to all peoples. He sets his sights around and does not pursue them. He bows to Han Mo and looks up to him. Because it is for the welfare of the people, he relies on it with the bright light of the sun and the moon.
, Now I have been appointed by Haotian to rule the world, and I specially ennoble Zhang Junbao, the real person of Sanfeng in Wudang, as the real person of Shangxuantong Weimanhua... I admire this!"
Yang Qingyuan announced the edict firstly out of etiquette, secondly out of righteousness, and thirdly out of the hope of using the power of the imperial court to frighten the martial arts heroes at the beginning.
But looking at the reactions of the heads of the various factions below, it can be seen that these people have very limited respect for the imperial court.
Maybe Zhou Ting's imperial edict is not as worthy of awe as Zhang Sanfeng, the greatest master in the world.
After Yang Qingyuan announced the decree, the honor guard representing the imperial court left Zixiao Palace, leaving only Yang Qingyuan as the representative.
Most of the famous sects and gangs in the world came here. Although the square in front of Zixiao Palace was wide, it was also crowded with these people.
It has become the largest gathering in the martial arts world in the past ten years.
"I wish Mr. Zhang a blessing as good as the East China Sea and a longevity as long as the Southern Mountains."
"Zhang Zhenren's pine trees and cranes prolong life, and Changchun never grows old!"
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Although they all have their own secrets, on the surface everyone is here to congratulate Master Zhang on his birthday. If you don't even do this face-saving project, I'm afraid Master Zhang will really let you know why he is number one in the world.
After some birthday greetings, the crowded Zixiao Palace fell into a brief silence.
At this point, the real drama is about to begin.
Although they covet the whereabouts of Dragon Saber and Xie Xun, no one wants to be the one who stands out.
Everyone wants the Dragon Slaying Knife, but equally everyone doesn't want to offend Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang Clan.
If you offend the Grand Master for the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, you may not be able to make a profit from this transaction.
Although no one spoke, everyone's eyes were vaguely looking towards the direction where the Shaolin sect was sitting.
If there is any sect here that is really not afraid of the power of Zhenwu Dao Zun, it must be Shaolin.
Having said that, Abbot Kong Wen of Shaolin was tangled up in his heart. You guys don't want to be the best, do I? Even if Shaolin is not afraid of Wudang, can I not be afraid of Zhang Sanfeng?
The relationship between the two factions is still on the same level, and everyone is waiting for Shaolin to take the lead in attacking.
But Kong Wen could not make up his mind to fall out with Wudang directly for the time being, so he lowered his shiny head, calmly bowed his head and chanted sutras silently, ignoring all the looks from around him.
Just when the atmosphere was getting weird, a warrior stood up to break the deadlock.
"I, Sun Batian, the head of the Fuhu Sect, dare to ask Master Zhang and Daxia Song! I wonder where Wuxia Zhang from your sect is?!"
Sometimes it only takes one second for you to attract the attention of the world. Are you willing to be a warrior for this second?
The head of Fuhumen perfectly explained that he would rather be a hero for a second than a coward for a lifetime.
All eyes were focused on this warrior.
Of course, there was also a strand of it on Abbot Kongwen's body.
Everyone in the field who knew Sun Batian's origins secretly complained in their hearts.
If you don't stir up trouble and let one of your own younger brothers stir up trouble, the Wudang Sect won't blame your Shaolin family? Sure enough, the wisdom of picking off the abbot is limited.
The leader of the Fuhu Sect, he was a Shaolin lay disciple, and he learned Shaolin's Luohan Fuhu Fist.
All the leaders and masters in the audience were very happy, except Abbot Kong Wen, whose face turned a little blue. He had obviously planned to hide himself deeply and add fuel to the flames, but now he was stabbed in the back by his own younger brother and was forced to stand beside Zhang Sanfeng.
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Although they knew that the martial arts heroes came with bad intentions, as soon as these words came out, the expressions of the martial arts heroes darkened.
"Master Sun! Today is my master's birthday. If you have any questions, including those of everyone present, you can ask them later!" Although Song Yuanqiao had a look of worry on his face, he resisted and did not fall out.
Even above the birthday banquet, the people in Wudang were very restrained and did not want to make things big on this day.
Having said that, the Wudang heroes still glanced at the Shaolin sect consciously.
Anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that the Shaolin sect was behind this incident. Otherwise, how could the leader of a low-level sect dare to be the first to jump out at Zhang Sanfeng's birthday banquet?
"Song Daxia, I respect you for your bravery and bravery, and I respect Master Zhang for his high virtue and respect, but Xie Xun and I have a sworn feud, and he is a scoundrel in the martial arts world that cannot be tolerated in the world. Since Zhang Wuxia of your noble sect knows Xie Xun's whereabouts, it is natural that he should come forward and make it clear."
Although Sun Batian was not a big shot, his words were impassioned and righteous, as if he was really thinking about the martial arts world.
Song Yuanqiao was about to reprimand when he was stopped by Yang Qingyuan on the side.
"I wonder what kind of grudge Master Sun has against Xie Xun?!"
Sun Batian, who had just made an impassioned speech, suddenly seemed to be choking on water.
He really hadn't thought about this. He couldn't just make up his seventh uncle and grandpa and be ruined by Xie Xun, could he?
Just when Sun Batian was about to make up an excuse, Yang Qingyuan took the initiative to speak and relieved his embarrassment.
"Headmaster Sun is the real hero!! He dares to say what he thinks, unlike those villains who make trouble in secret."
After Yang Qingyuan finished speaking, everyone in the audience looked at Kong Wen again.
The plot of Yitian is not described in detail in the book, and Yang Qingyuan does not know who is behind the scenes in this world. However, since the ending is to be changed, the pace of the development of today's events must be controlled in his own hands.
Yang Qingyuan has been planning for today's event for a long time and will never allow the original wedding banquet to cause grief and heart-wrenching things to happen.
"Who are you?"
Yang Qingyuan is famous in the world, but except for the true successors of the middle and high-level sects of the eight sects, not many people know that he was born in Wudang.
Naturally, it is even more impossible for Sun Batian to know him.
Mo Shenggu stood up before Yang Qingyuan could answer, "This is our master uncle, his name is Qingyuan!"
Mo Shenggu has great potential as an editor of a certain publication, and one sentence made most of the people present feel truly shocked.
Mo Shenggu's uncle is the martial uncle of the Wudang Seven Heroes. The martial uncle of the Wudang Seven Heroes is Zhang Sanfeng's junior brother. Zhang Sanfeng's junior brother...that's amazing!!!
Regardless of martial arts or cultivation level, Zhang Sanfeng’s status as junior brother alone must be treated with dignity by the leaders of the major sects present.
But this fearless warrior didn't think so. Under the encouraging eyes (murderous eyes) of Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin, he became more and more courageous as he fought.
"Uncle? People in the world talk about Wudang Shaolin, thinking that Wudang is above Shaolin. When I saw it today, I realized that the rumors were false. Such a young man can become the uncle of Wudang heroes. This shows that Wudang disciples have a false reputation. Where... bang
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A crisp sound of the collision of cheeks and palms interrupted Master Sun's eloquence.
The originally upright Guozi face now had a bright red palm print.
The atmosphere in Zixiao Palace, which was originally a little cheerful and surprised because of the clown, suddenly became serious.
