The daily life of Dali Siqing

Chapter 209 Layout Emei
Kong Wen gave Wudang and Yang Qingyuan a step, and Yang Qingyuan had no choice but to step down. If Yang Qingyuan acted recklessly at this time, Wudang would be at fault.

Although sometimes righteousness and fame are useless, but most of the time people still have to be reasonable in doing things.

At least Wudang and Yang Qingyuan are reasonable people.

"Little benefactor has good eyesight. The poor monk has long heard that Zhang Zhenren has a handsome, elegant and extraordinary junior brother! Only when I saw it today did I know that the rumors in the world are true."

Yang Qingyuan listened comfortably to the truth of Kong Wen's words. Although this great monk has a deep mind, he still has the knowledge of people, and he is not as knowledgeable as the young monk Zhikong.

"Master Kongwen is worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin. He really has an extraordinary bearing and sharp eyes!"

The two foxes played Liaozhai, and Yang Qingyuan, as a native of Wuzhong who destroyed the Cao Gang and beheaded Shaolin lay disciples, has long been a thorn in Shaolin's side.

But the two had a cordial and friendly exchange, as if they were a pair of old friends, and Mo Shenggu and Yin Liting behind them were at a loss.

Seeing that the atmosphere had calmed down, Song Yuanqiao hurried forward, "Masters must be a little tired all the way, why don't you go to the Abode to rest for a while?"

Kong Wen made a monk salute with one palm raised, "Thank you Song Daxia for your understanding."

"Sixth brother, you can take the masters of Shaolin Temple to rest yourself!"

"Yes, Senior Brother!" Yin Liting nodded towards Song Yuanqiao, then turned to Kong Wen and said, "Master Kong Wen, you are also the eminent monks of Shaolin, please follow me!"

All the Shaolin monks saluted together and followed Yin Liting up the mountain.

After the monks from Shaolin walked away, the expression on Yang Qingyuan's face was no longer as relaxed and harmonious as before.

There are at least four of the monks who have just left, and Yang Qingyuan can't see through their depth. In other words, there are at least four of the monks who have just left.

"Among this group of monks, there are at least four Dongxuan monks. Shaolin people are not kind. Song Da, tell Amu and Ziyang to pay more attention to Shaolin monks."

Taoist stunt, Tiandun sound transmission.

Although it is also a method of sound transmission, Tiandun sound transmission is different from ordinary sound transmission methods. In general sound transmission methods, when encountering a martial artist whose cultivation level is higher than his own, it may be cracked or interfered by other people's true essence. Distortion, but Tiandun Sound Transmission will not, it is equivalent to encrypted text.

Although it sounds very powerful, it is not very practical, and it is difficult to understand the practice, and the cost performance is extremely low, so few people in Wudang know it.

Song Yuanqiao glanced at his cheap little uncle, and was slightly startled. He is indeed the junior recognized by the master. How much talent is better than his seven brothers? !

Song Yuanqiao didn't understand Tiandun's sound transmission, so he could only use the ordinary method of sound transmission.

"Little uncle is right. If Shaolin came here just to celebrate the birthday, there would be no need for so many people to come. I heard that the four great monks of Zhixing came here!"

"More than that, among those old monks, there are four of them that I can hardly detect the depth of."

"Isn't the person my little master mentioned is Kongwen, Kongzhi, Kongxing and others?"

"Knowledge and Wisdom have little ability and reputation. The only great Kongjian is gone, and the other three are no more than that. Kongwen's martial arts are on par with yours, and Kongzhi and Kongxing martial arts are even better. It is inferior to you, but it will not make it difficult for me to distinguish the depth."

Song Yuanqiao was a little embarrassed, but with such empty news and his close relationship, Song Yuanqiao felt that he couldn't answer the conversation.

"It should be a master of cross-word generation in the lecture hall." Yang Qingyuan didn't 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, the abbot elders, will come to the lecture hall to study Buddhism and martial arts after leaving office. This is the greatest heritage of Shaolin.

"The Shaolin sect seems to want to cause trouble at the master's birthday banquet!"

Mo Shenggu, who had been watching the sound transmission of the two and had no chance to intervene, finally spoke.

Song Yuanqiao and Yang Qingyuan ignored Xiao Qi who was talking nonsense.

People secretly brought masters to the birthday banquet, didn't they come to make trouble, or could they come here to celebrate Zhang Sanfeng's birthday because of respect for Zhang Sanfeng?

Does He Shou need to bring four caves?It's obvious that he's here to mess things up!
However, although the three of them had doubts because Shaolin brought a mysterious master, they didn't pay too much attention.On Wudang Mountain, if you want to use force to solve the problem, that is the way that people who have lost their minds will come up with.

Whether it is four or eight caves, there is no difference on Wudang Mountain.
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"Emei Sect, Miejue Shitai is here!"

After arranging the Shaolin people just now, Song Yuanqiao and Yang Qingyuan were sitting down to have a cup of tea, they breathed a sigh of relief when the voices of welcoming disciples came from the mountain gate.

The Emei School is also an old-fashioned school in the Jianghu, and it is one of the eight recognized schools in the Jianghu. It must be entertained by Song Yuanqiao himself. When Song Yuanqiao was about to get up, Yang Qingyuan stopped him.

"Nephew Yuanqiao, you have worked hard to welcome guests all day long! Let Mijue Shitai welcome me instead!"

Yang Qingyuan was looking for Miejue Shitai to discuss important matters, and he had a relationship with Emei, so it was appropriate for him to receive Emei.

Yang Qingyuan has made arrangements for his birthday, and Miejue Shitai is a key part of it.

Not long after, the disciples of Emei came from the gate of the mountain.

The leader is about 44 to [-] years old, his face is as frosty, and his appearance is very beautiful, but his two eyebrows are slanted and drooping, and his face has become extremely strange, almost a bit like a hanged ghost on the stage.

It is the head of the contemporary Emei, Miejue Shitai.

"Amitabha, I have met Daoist Qingyuan!"

Miejue Shitai met Yang Qingyuan when he was a teenager, and he hasn't seen him for eight years. Except for his temperament, Yang Qingyuan hasn't changed much, which makes Juejue amazed.

"Master is too polite!"

Yang Qingyuan is Zhang Sanfeng's younger brother, and in terms of seniority alone, he stands at the top of the world.

The general head of the sect is one or two generations shorter than Yang Qingyuan, and Miejue Shitai is no exception.

Seeing that the two had finished exchanging greetings, a cyan figure in the crowd could not help but step forward.

"Brother Qingyuan!"

Eight years don't flow at the speed of light, and the Zhou family has a daughter who has just grown up.

Originally, the poor girl from the boat family with shabby clothes and bare feet has now grown into a beautiful Xiaolu Narcissus.

"It's been eight years since we left, is sister Zhiruo okay!?"

The three little ones looked at the beautiful girl who was not much older than themselves in front of them, and gestured to each other with their eyes.

Yang Guo: I stand for Sister Cao!

Cao Xueyang taught Yang Guo marksmanship, he has nothing to hide, and he is a heroine. Yang Guo is a firm Xue Yang party.

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After exchanging pleasantries, Yang Qingyuan asked San Xiaozhi and Wudang's Taoist Zhike to take the Emei disciples to rest.

He brought Zhou Zhiruo and Miejue Shitai to the wonderland of Wudang, the shore of Taihe Lake.

The water of heaven and earth gathered in the Wudang Mountains and formed a lake in the mountains. I can't help admiring its uncanny workmanship.

"I don't know if Taoist Master Qingyuan led me and my apprentice here, what can I teach you?!"

Juejueshi didn't understand Yang Qingyuan's purpose, so he asked.

Yang Qingyuan smiled slightly.

"Master, does it mean that the Nine Yin Scriptures are really invincible?! Then how many tricks can the former Song master Huang Chang take on my senior brother?!"

Miejue Shitai's pupils froze slightly.

"Zheng!"

Yitian unsheathed!

(End of this chapter)