Sword Qi of the heavens

Li Changlan looked at Kong Wen, who was so angry that he was almost more powerful than those bandit leaders.

He sneered again and again, and he no longer had any expectations for these people who came from the Shaolin Temple.

"In terms of martial arts, you guys from Shaolin Temple are far from my master Zhang Sanfeng's opponent."

"Speaking of self-restraint, you people from the Shaolin Temple are not worth mentioning. I don't know how your Shaolin Temple can persist to this day, but I want to say, old bald donkey, why don't you restrain yourself."

"If the Shaolin Temple is destroyed in your generation, your Shaolin ancestors will never spare you."

Zhang Cuishan has a kind and righteous character, and he is worthy of being a righteous person in everything he does.

When he heard Li Changlan ridiculing Monk Kongwen like this, he was about to dissuade him from forcing the respected Master Kongwen so hard, but Song Yuanqiao beside him shook his head slightly.

"Senior Brother, do you also agree with Junior Brother's statement?" Zhang Cuishan asked in confusion.

"No, it's just that Master Kongwen was right about one thing. The master and the junior brother were clearly covering for each other. They seemed aggressive and overbearing, but in fact they used sharp and quick methods to calm down the dispute. These two people clearly had a premeditated plan."

"Junior brother, please think about it."

"When they first came to Wudang Mountain and we treated each other with courtesy, how could they treat Wudang as nothing?"

Song Yuanqiao motioned to Zhang Cuishan to take a look at the main hall, which was basically empty of people, which was in stark contrast to before.

"Both of them are not messy people. They must have their reasons."

"This..." Zhang Cuishan looked hesitant, but he also understood that the reason why this group of martial arts people could leave so quickly today was indeed indispensable for Li Changlan's powerful thunderous methods.

He thought for a while and simply stood not far from Li Changlan.

If Monk Kong Wen really didn't care about his face and wanted to attack Li Changlan, he might as well help him out as soon as possible, lest Li Changlan suffer a loss from being besieged by the group of monks from Shaolin Temple.

Old monk Kong Wen was even more angry when he saw all the Wudang disciples looking at him unkindly.

"Good, good! What a Wudang!"

"I didn't expect that Wudang, which has been famous in the world for decades, would act so despicably and despicably. It is absolutely impossible for me to bow to you just to survive. If I want to kill him, I will kill him. Even if I die, I will never beg for mercy!"

Monk Kongwen didn't think he could beat Zhang Sanfeng.

Not to mention, he was seriously injured by Zhang Sanfeng's palm just now. Until now, he is still standing with a breath in his chest. Otherwise, he will fall down. How can he have the strength to continue fighting?

At this time.

Zhang Sanfeng held the tea in his hand expressionlessly without raising his head.

More than a dozen monks from the Shaolin Temple looked grave and lowered their heads. They seemed to agree with Monk Kong Wen's words, but their erratic eyes betrayed their true thoughts.

Li Changlan held his sword and glanced at everyone.

suddenly.

His eyes fell on a certain eminent monk.

"Other people's eyes give me a feeling of being extremely stupid, but you are different from others. You seem to be a smart person." Li Changlan gently placed the wooden sword in his hand on the shoulder of the eminent monk.

"I like smart people the most, because smart people always know the current affairs."

"Monk, what's your name?"

Facing Li Changlan's inquiry.

The monk with the wooden sword on his shoulder raised his head and clasped his palms together.

"Lao Na Yuan Zhen." Yuan Zhen said calmly and looked at Li Changlan very calmly.

"It turns out to be Monk Yuanzhen. Do you also agree with Monk Kongwen and decide to fight Wudang to the death, rather than surrender, to show the Shaolin spirit?" Li Changlan smiled softly and asked again.

The eyes of the monks, including Monk Kongwen, all fell on Monk Yuanzhen. "Amitabha." Yuanzhen clasped his hands together and said calmly, "The poor monk didn't seem to hear what the host said just now, and he never thought about any conflict with the noble sect. If you want to resolve the misunderstanding between our Shaolin and your Wudang, the poor monk can Convey it on your behalf.”

Talking.

Yuan Zhen took the initiative to take a step forward and saluted Zhang Sanfeng.

"I, the Shaolin Master, came here to honor Zhang Sanfeng and Master Zhang on his birthday. I didn't want this misunderstanding to happen, and I feel very sorry. The poor monk apologized to Master Zhang on behalf of the abbot. I hope you won't take it too seriously."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Monk Yuan Zhen in surprise, and was a little surprised that there was someone with such a personality in Shaolin Temple.

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Sanfeng said slowly.

the other side.

In Kongwen's view.

Monk Yuanzhen's behavior is obviously greedy for life and afraid of death.

He looked at Yuan Zhen with already furious eyes, and shouted loudly: "Yuan Zhen, what are you doing?! Are you going to rebel?!"

"Abbott, you should not act on your own initiative."

Yuan Zhen cursed Monk Kongwen so much in his heart that he wished he could kill him on the spot. However, due to his current status, it was difficult to speak too frankly.

A self-righteous person with a few masters, just want to defeat Wudang's territory to death?

If you tell me, it will become a joke to the whole world!
If you want to die, don't involve others, lest others go to see the Buddha in vain without knowing why.

"Is it motivated? I see that you are clearly afraid of death!" Kong Wen cursed loudly, his chest heaving with anger, and he almost passed away in one breath.

Kong Wen sneered in his heart and scolded him for being an idiot, but on the surface he was extremely calm.

"Master, if you really care about Shaolin, you should understand that if all of us die in Wudang, Shaolin will inevitably usher in a long period of decline, and may even never recover from it."

"Character is important, but the great cause of Shaolin cannot be ignored either."

"Host, I hope you can put the overall situation first. Is your personal reputation more important than our lives and the rise and fall of Shaolin?!"

Yuan Zhen raised several powerful questions in succession, directly refuting Kong Wen's previous words.

Kong Wen looked angry, but when he saw that the other monks seemed to agree with Yuan Zhen's words, they all lowered their heads and looked at the ground. They had long lost their previous aura, and felt even more hatred in their hearts.

"You, you guys..." Kong Wen raised his finger and pointed at his own monk, his voice trembling.

Li Changlan was not in the mood to continue watching the monks argue, and directly reminded: "This is the last chance, are you going to leave or not?"

"Of course we have to go."

Yuan Zhen's voice sounded firmly.

boom……

A muffled sound rang.

Monk Yuanzhen hit Kongwen hard on the back of the neck with his knife, knocking him unconscious. Then he bowed to Zhang Sanfeng again, then hurriedly carried Kongwen and the other monks out of the hall.

Just inside the main hall.

When the last Shaolin monks also left.

Everyone was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Li Changlan suddenly looked at Zhang Cuishan beside him, raised his finger and pointed at the sword in Zhang Cuishan's hand.

"Senior brother, lend me your sword for a moment." (End of Chapter)