Flower Stealing Master - Chapter 653

[Chapter six hundred and fiftieth chapters rattling swords]

“It’s more than just seeing, we are married.” Song Qingshu said with a wry smile.

“Huh?” Ren Ixing was startled all of a sudden.

“Master Tai is our witness.” Song Qingshu hurriedly told him the whole thing selectively. Of course, from his words, Ren Yingying was definitely not deceived, but voluntarily worshipped him.

Ren Wuxing felt uncomfortable, and thought to himself, why didn’t you invite me to be a father for such a big event, and in such a hurry, the wedding was obviously too rudimentary.

Song Qingshu guessed what he was thinking at a glance, and hurriedly explained: “I hope my father-in-law doesn’t mind, mainly because something happened to my father this time. ,≧.↘→.▽Just hold a wedding to marry Yingying.”

Ren Wuxing turned his anger into joy, but said, “Having a real person to witness the marriage is a blessing that Yingying has cultivated in her previous life, hahaha~”

When Song Qingshu and Ren I were whispering, Jiu Mozhi was asking Zhang Sanfeng for some advice. Jiu Mozhi is conceited in martial arts and has always been arrogant. Before he grasped it, he didn’t dare to go to Wudang to provoke. Now that he has such a good opportunity to test the depth of the opponent, he will naturally not let it go.

Therefore, I asked him about martial arts problems along the way. Zhang Sanfeng is indeed worthy of a generation of masters. Faced with some problems that the opponent deliberately made things difficult, he often explained it clearly in a few words. Hands-on thought.

The group of four came to the foot of the Songshan Mountain in this way. Song Qingshu’s original intention was to go in and investigate at night, but Zhang Sanfeng did not allow it. With his status, he really couldn’t do such a demeaning thing.

Song Qingshu also made sense when he thought about it, so he decided to worship the mountain in an upright and open manner.

The group of four went up to Shaoshi Mountain, and Zhang Sanfeng revisited the old place. He recalled that more than 90 years ago, Master Jueyuan picked a pair of iron buckets and took Guo Xiang and himself to escape to Shaolin (Note: This book assumes Guo Xiang here It’s not Guo Jing’s daughter, she has the same name and surname).

He was very emotional and slowly went up the mountain, but saw that the five peaks were the same as before, and the forest of steles was the same as before, but Jueyuan and Guo Xiang were long gone.

The four of them arrived at Yiwei Pavilion, just as two young monks came over chatting and laughing, Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward and said, “If you are bothered to report, they said that Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang Mountain asked to see Master Abbot.”

The two monks heard Zhang Sanfeng’s name and ate a Startled, he stared at him, but saw that he was tall and abnormal, with silver beard and hair, rosy and smooth face, and a very amiable smile, but a green robe was filthy.

The two monks couldn’t help thinking: “Zhang Sanfeng is the great master of the Wudang sect. The Wudang sect and our Shaolin sect have always been at odds.

Could it be because of a fight?”

Seeing that he was not an ordinary person, he was swept away by the eyes of the three, and the two monks suddenly felt an invisible pressure, and they subconsciously believed it eight points: “Your Excellency is really Zhang…Zhang Zhenren from Wudang Mountain?”

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile : “It’s genuine, I don’t dare to fake it.” Another monk listened to him without the solemnity of the master, and he didn’t believe it, but he didn’t dare to ask any more, so he turned to Song Qingshu and the three of them: “Dare to ask a few names.”

Song Qingshu The three of them reported their identities and names one by one, and the two monks were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a big man in their lives, but they saw four of them all at once. The

two monks looked at each other, although they were a little skeptical. The tolerance shown by the other party made them not dare to neglect, and hurriedly flew back to the temple to report.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng’s presence, accompanied by Song Qingshu, the King of the Golden Snake, Ixing, the director of the Sun Moon God Sect, and Jumozhi, the King of Dalun Ming, no matter which of these people are the top masters in the arena, the entire Shaolin Temple was shaken all of a sudden. , the quaint bells rang through the temples for several miles, while calling the monks of the whole temple to the Daxiong Hall to gather in case of emergency, while sending people to invite the left head of the Songshan School,

Abbot Xuanci took the senior monks of Xuan, Kong and Fang to welcome him out of the temple first.

Along the way, Xuanci discussed with the eminent monks in the temple: Zhang Sanfeng’s century-old cultivation is unfathomable, and his martial arts are unfathomable. Who in the world is his rival?

He came here this time, naturally without fear, and accompanied Song Qingshu and Ren Woxing, one was the hero of the world at the Golden Snake Conference, the other was the leader of the demon sect, and the star-sucking big. His reputation is not obvious, but if he is able to go with them, it is not far behind if he wants to come to martial arts.

So many masters came to Shaolin together, maybe they have the idea of picking Shaolin. Even if we are not their opponents, thousands of monks from the whole temple swarmed to protect the reputation of Shaolin Temple for thousands of years.

The rest of the monks nodded and replied, “I vow to live and die together with Shaolin.”

Not long after, the temple door opened and seeing the four Zhang Sanfeng, Xuanci couldn’t help but secretly complained: I had hoped that a few delusional people would make fun of Shaolin, but I didn’t expect it. Really they came.

In front of the enemy, Xuan Ci quickly packed up his mood, and brought Zhu Xuan, Zhu Wen, Zhu Kong brothers, and more than a dozen elders of Bodhidharma to greet him.

“The poor monk Xuanci, I have met a few.” Xuanci saluted.

Zhang Sanfeng saw that Xuanci’s eyes were introverted, and it was obvious that he had a very high level of cultivation. He couldn’t help sighing secretly that Master Xuanci and the people on the sacred mountain of Qingliang Temple were also called Arhats, Shaolin’s thousands of years of accumulation, really deserved their reputation.

Song Qingshu looked at the upright old monk in front of him, and couldn’t help but secretly pouted: You can hide from the world, but how can you hide from me?

Back then, when you broke your sex precepts and gave birth to a child with Erniang Ye, that’s all. After that, you didn’t care about Erniang Ye’s mother and child, let Erniang Ye bring disaster to the martial arts, and at the same time watched as old friends died one by one. Ken showed that he took the lead in the identity of the elder brother, and he was really a virtuous monk.

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Of course, Zhang Sanfeng didn’t know all of this, so he bowed and saluted, and said, “Abbot Lao and all the masters are here to greet him, so why should he be restrained?” Although Song Qingshu and others were a little unhappy, they could only follow the salute.

Ren Woxing snorted coldly in his heart: How can these stinky monks deserve my respect?

Jiu Mozhi was thinking: Rumor has it that Shaolin masters are like clouds. Although these people are good in martial arts, none of them are my opponents. Hmph, if it is not for Zhang Zhenren’s face… Let you all be worshipped by me first, and so on. If I don’t humiliate you well for a while, I will not show the poor monk’s ability.

Xuanci hurriedly clasped his hands in a salute, and asked, “Zhang Zhenren and several other monks have come from afar, and the big monks have an accident. I don’t know what to say?”

Zhang Sanfeng said, “I have something to ask you about.”

Xuanci said, “Everyone, please. Sit, please take a seat.”

Zhang Sanfeng sat down in the pavilion, and a monk brought tea.

Ren Wuxing was angry for a long time, and sneered when he saw this: “The three of us are nothing, although we have a little reputation in the arena, but compared with Zhang Zhenren, it is only the light of firefly, and Zhang Zhenren is also a master. , it is also your senior, why not invite him into the temple, but let him sit on the ground in the middle of the mountain? Even if you treat ordinary guests, you shouldn’t be so polite, Shaolin really is a generation worse than a generation.” The

two sides were always jealous of each other. As soon as I finished speaking the jargon, the Shaolin monks changed their colors, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly became tense.

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