The blood of the heavens

Chapter 146 Happy Birthday
"My fellow martial artists!"

Yin Liting was already waiting at the gate of Wudang Mountain at this time, and it was not considered rude for him to come forward to receive these fellow martial artists. Naturally, Song Yuanqiao would receive him when he arrived on the mountain.

"Please untie the sword!"

This is the rule of Wudang Mountain. As long as you go up the mountain, you need to untie your sword.

"My Shaolin monks are all monks, and I don't have a sword in my hand!"

A Shaolin monk didn't hold a sword in his hand, but a stick and a Zen stick.

This is actually taking advantage of loopholes.

Wudang's Jiejian stele says to untie the sword, but it actually means to put down the weapon before entering the mountain.

"This"

Yin Liting was stunned immediately, he had already seen the Yitian sword in Miejue Shitai's hand from the corner of his eyes.

To untie the sword stele, it is simply impossible for Miejue Shitai to put down the Yitian sword in his hand.
"Yin Liuxia, this sword is the guy we eat, how can we put it down?"

The martial arts people on the side obviously saw Yin Liting's embarrassment, and deliberately started to add difficulties.

In fact, the same is true when you think about it. For people in the martial arts, weapons are actually no different from life.

It is basically impossible for them to put down their swords.

In normal times, relying on Wudang's deterrent power, it is still possible.

However, today these people in the martial arts are all looking for Xie Xun's whereabouts, and fighting is inevitable. At this time, if they put down their weapons, wouldn't they become fish on the chopping board?
"never mind!"

When the first signs of conflict occurred, there were already Wudang disciples who went to report the news.

Song Yuanqiao also hurried over, "Today is a day of great joy, take them with you!"

Today is Zhang Sanfeng's birthday, and Song Yuanqiao doesn't think of any conflicts, besides, isn't it just some weapons?

After Zhang Yuzhu's reminder, Wudang has already stepped up its guard. It is the same whether they carry a sword or not.

"Everyone, please!"

Song Yuanqiao looked at these martial arts people, although they came to celebrate their birthdays, but who knows what they think in their hearts!
Many martial arts practitioners carried weapons and entered Wudang Mountain one by one under the guidance of Wudang disciples.

When you come to celebrate your birthday, you must bring gifts, big boxes and small boxes. Wudang is naturally a place ready to put gifts.

The people who came here were acquainted, all in groups of threes and twos, whispering to one another.

"Isn't that Zhang Wuxia?"

"That's right, it's him, I've seen him before!"

"Zhang Wuxia is also much older, but he is still full of heroism!"

"It seems that there is hope for Xie Xun's whereabouts this time!"

"That's right, the bloody revenge we've been waiting for finally has hope!"

In the eyes of these people in the rivers and lakes, when Zhang Cuishan told Xie Xun's whereabouts, that was what he should have meant.

He, Zhang Cuishan, is an upright person in the martial arts world, he was supposed to eliminate demons and protect the way.

Xie Xun has caused many killings in the Jianghu in those years, and now it's time to pay the price.

They would never have thought that Zhang Cuishan would marry Xie Xun to Jinlan.

This is unimaginable.

In fact, this is the same as Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang becoming friends.

How can you, a hero of the righteous way, get mixed up with people of the devil way?
Shouldn't the two of you just talk nonchalantly and fight to the death when you meet?
In the eyes of these Jianghu people, if Zhang Cuishan had a friendship with Xie Xun, it would be a betrayal of the righteous way of Jianghu.

If it wasn't for having a good master, even if Zhang Cuishan wasn't forced, he wouldn't be able to survive.

At this time, the friendship between Zhang Cuishan and Xie Xun was better than the friendship between Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang was that the environment was different.

What time is it?
Foreign races have invaded orthodoxy in China, and their conflicts are internal conflicts.

But in Daming, that's not an internal conflict, it's a life-and-death conflict.

Song Yuanqiao also heard the whispers of these Jianghu people, and his heart sank immediately.

"It seems that this situation is far more serious than he thought!"

Originally, Song Yuanqiao thought, no matter how anxious these Jianghu people are, they will always give Zhang Sanfeng and Wudang a face.

However, judging from the current situation, he is wishful thinking.

"Master, the birthday banquet is about to begin!"

In the Wudang Sutra Pavilion, Lin Shi walked in.

"The birthday party is about to start?"

When Zhang Yuzhu heard this, he immediately put down the book in his hand,

"Let's go, let's go to see the excitement, and have a meal by the way!"

Lin Shi quickly followed Zhang Yuzhu out, but Zhang Yuzhu didn't go to the dining place, but returned to his small courtyard first.

Bring the sledgehammer first. If there is a battle, it will definitely not work if you don't have a weapon at hand.

In particular, there is a magic weapon, the Yitian Sword, here.

Although Zhang Yuzhu has confidence in his Tiangang domineering body, he doesn't want to really try it, because the Yitian sword is sharp.

If the Yitian Sword could really break through his defense, it would be too passive.

Zhang Yuzhu didn't believe it anymore, no matter how sharp the Yitian Sword was, could it cut the hammer head in Zhang Yuzhu's hand directly in half?
The diameter of this hammer head is not small.

"What is Master doing with the weapon?"

Lin Shi was still a little confused.

"Of course it is to prepare for the battle!"

Zhang Yuzhu watched Lin Shi stay where he was, "You also take the steel knife that Wudang gave you!"

"Yes, Master!"

Lin Shi had nothing else but to be obedient, and he followed Zhang Yuzhu towards the hall with a steel knife.

At this time, birthday celebrations have not yet begun. After all, birthday celebrations also need to pay attention to an auspicious time.

It's the same as getting married. There are rules about when you can do what you can do, when and where you go, and when the ceremony is over.

Seeing that the birthday ceremony had not yet started, Zhang Yuzhu took Lin Shi to the side hall and sat down.

As for the weapons in your hands, put them aside and just take them when you need them.

What their master and apprentice now have in their hands are two steel knives.

The time to celebrate the birthday is approaching, and most of the martial arts people from all walks of life are here.

"Have you seen!"

Zhang Yuzhu pointed out to Lin Shi, "That's the Shaolin sect, that's the group of people with big bald heads and cassocks!"

Looking at these cassocks, Zhang Yuzhu thought of the cassock he had in the Blood Knife Gate for some reason, and it is gone by now!
"It seems that wearing a cassock is not bad!"

Looking at the cassocks, Zhang Yuzhu muttered to himself, "Little Shitou, you can cut your hair after the birthday celebration is over!"

"???"

Lin Shi looked at Zhang Yuzhu with question marks in his eyes, why did he have to shave his hair?
"If you don't shave your hair and wear cassocks, that's nondescript!"

Thinking of this, "Remember, if you accept apprentices in the future, you will have to shave your head and wear cassocks!"

"Yes, Master!"

Although Lin Shi didn't understand what was going on, he quickly agreed.

"Could this be the Asuras?"

"Wearing a cassock, doing the work of a demon god?"

Zhang Yuzhu wanted to laugh when he thought of this.

Who would have imagined that the Xuedaomen would dress up as a monk, but they would do the work of Shura?

"That's the Emei School!"

Zhang Yuzhu pointed to the group of women, "The Emei sect is basically all women, and they can be regarded as monks!"

"However, in their sect, only the master is forbidden to marry, as for other disciples, they are all allowed to marry!"

Seeing Lin Shi staring blankly, Zhang Yuzhu shook his head.

The painting style of this martial arts is really weird.

People who practice martial arts, especially those who practice martial arts often, should be mostly strong, but this Emei sect, if they don't know, they will think they are weak women!

"That's the Kongtong School!"

Seeing Lin Shi's puzzled look, Zhang Yuzhu went on to say, "If we have time, we will go to Kongtong School!"

"That's the Huashan School!"

Looking at the Huashan School, Zhang Yuzhu thought of Yue Buqun for some reason, "I don't know if the Huashan School still has Wang Chongyang's inheritance!"

It has to be said that Zhang Sanfeng's face is great, not to mention the six major factions, even those ordinary Jianghu forces are also many.

What Zhang Yuzhu can know is the more famous sect.

"I wish Master a longer life than Nanshan Bold Man"

The time finally came, and all the disciples of Wudang came over neatly to celebrate Zhang Sloppy's birthday.

Although the Wudang School at this time did not have many disciples, each of them was a well-known existence in the Jianghu.

Zhang Yuzhu raised his eyes and saw that the quality of this Wudang sect disciple was high!
The strength of most people is already comparable to that of Liu Zhengfeng in The Swordsman!
"Get up, get up!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the disciple below who wished him birthday, the corners of Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were also moist.

He, Zhang, has lived to be a hundred years old. He did not live in vain. Although he has no heirs, he has so many disciples. It is not bad to congratulate himself on his birthday!
"Master Zhang," as the birthday celebrations of the Wudang Sect ended, other sects began to celebrate their birthdays, but they were much simpler, just a few auspicious words.

As the birthday celebration ended, everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhang Cuishan who was standing next to Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Cuishan also felt a thorn in his back, and couldn't help feeling a little cold in his hands and feet.

He still underestimated the hatred of Xie Xun in the world.

In other words, he underestimated the desire of the people in the martial arts world for the dragon sword.

"Everyone, sit down!"

Song Yuanqiao also saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere at this time, so he quickly spoke up.

After all, this was his master's birthday banquet, and he really didn't want blood to stain the birthday banquet.

It's not good to use weapons at this time!
At this time, Song Yuanqiao was still thinking about whether he could delay the matter until after the birthday banquet was over.

"Just sit, just sit!"

Some small forces in the Jianghu heard that Wudang's second-generation disciples had spoken, and one after another began to go to their respective places.

"Master Song!"

Just when Song Yuanqiao breathed a sigh of relief, someone spoke, which immediately made him frown.

"How about we make things clear first and then sit down?"

Before Song Yuanqiao could speak, the man continued,

"Fellow fellows, we have traveled thousands of miles, one is to celebrate Zhang Zhenren's birthday, and the other is why, I don't need to say, I should know everything, right?"

"Now that I'm celebrating my birthday, let's make things clear first!"

"Otherwise, I won't feel at ease eating later!"

"Xian Yutong!"

Song Yuanqiao said in a deep voice, "How about waiting until the birthday banquet is over?"

This person is Xian Yutong, the head of the Huashan School. Although his martial arts are not very good, his mind is vicious.

"No way," there was another voice at the side, and it turned out to be someone from the Kunlun School.

"We came here, one is to celebrate birthday, and the other is to know Xie Xun's whereabouts!"

"Back then, Xie Xun and Zhang Wuxia disappeared at the same time. Now, Zhang Wuxia and Mrs. Ling Yin Susu are back!"

"For Zhang Zhenren's face, we will not pursue the matter of Yin Susu's holding the knife raising meeting at that time, but Zhang Wuxia must tell Xie Xun's whereabouts!"

"That's right, you disappeared with Xie Xun, where is Xie Xun now?"

Except for Emei and Shaolin, other important sects became restless.

Song Yuanqiao's eyebrows frowned immediately, which was far more serious than he thought.

(End of this chapter)