Mixed martial arts: My daughter came down the mountain and boasted that I was a peerless master

Chapter 191: Making a fuss in Wudang Mountain ([-])

The banquet was held in a "lively" atmosphere.

Zhang Sanfeng accompanied Ye Linger and picked up vegetables for the little girl.

Song Yuanqiao and others were eating their food while looking around vigilantly at the people in the world.

At this time.

At the entrance of the main hall, two Wudang disciples suddenly flew in upside down.

"Oh!"

The two of them smashed onto nearby tables and chairs.

The people in the Jianghu who were eating were so frightened that they quickly got out of the way.

"Hahaha!"

A loud laugh came from outside.

Everyone looked at the door of the hall in confusion.

Ye Ling'er angrily put her chopsticks on the table, pouted, and said unhappily:

"Who! Don't you know it's wrong to disturb others while they're eating?"

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but frowned and said softly to the little guy:

"My dear granddaughter, let's continue eating and ignore them!"

"With your Uncle Song and the others here, no one dares to cause trouble."

Ye Linger nodded sensibly.

She picked up the chopsticks and ate the meat Zhang Sanfeng had just given her in the bowl.

The entrance of the main hall.

A strong man came in.

The strong man is barely handsome in appearance and has a strong body. At first glance, he looks like a martial arts practitioner.

As soon as the strong man came in, he looked at Zhang Sanfeng above.

"Zhang Zhenren!"

"Today is your [-]th birthday!"

"Please accept your respects from Mrs. He!"

After He Taichong finished speaking, he bent down and saluted Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng ignored him and continued to pick up food with the little guy.

Song Yuanqiao stepped forward and said:

"He Taichong, since you came here to pay homage to your birthday, you injured my disciple of the Wudang Sect. Why are you doing this!"

He Taichong said coldly:

"Why? Is it possible that Song Yuanqiao doesn't know about it?"

With that said, He Taichong looked around at the people present, and then shouted loudly:

"Everyone!"

"We are all Jianghu people. I, He Taichong, dare not say everything, but I dare say that there are so many Jianghu people here. The purpose of coming here must not be to simply celebrate Zhang Zhenren's birthday, right?"

"The Supreme Master of the Martial Arts, Slaying the Dragon with a Precious Sword, Commands the World, Who Dare Not to Follow, Who Can Fight Against the Heavens!"

"This Yitian Sword is now at Master Miejie's place..."

He Taichong's eyes fell on Master Miejie, who was sitting silently with the Yitian Sword in his hand.

Master Miejie pretended not to see He Taichong, silently picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine.

He Taichong continued:

"The dragon-slaying knife is with the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun!"

"The Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun is the sworn brother of Zhang Cuishan, the junior brother of the head of the Song Dynasty!"

"So, I want Head Song to invite your junior brother Zhang Cuishan to come out and reveal the whereabouts of the evil thief Xie Xun, the Golden Retriever Lion King!"

"Everyone, tell me, am I right?"

He Taichong's last words were to the Jianghu people present.

The Jianghu people present were stunned for a moment.

Then many people suddenly responded loudly.

"Yes! That's right!"

"Please hand over Zhang Cuishan!"

"Let Zhang Cuishan get out!"

"get out!"

Lu Xiaofeng and others acted as if the matter had nothing to do with them.

Continue eating and drinking as if nothing happened.

"Humph!"

"It seems that none of you are interested in celebrating your birthday!"

Mo Shenggu snorted coldly.

He Taichong said:

"We have the intention to celebrate the birthday! However, it is also true that we want you Wudang Clan to hand over Zhang Cuishan!"

He Taichong is very confident now.

Everyone present knows the purpose of coming here.

They are all here for Zhang Cuishan, for the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun, and for the Dragon Sword.

What He Taichong just said is what everyone is thinking.

However, no one spoke first.

Everyone is waiting for someone with more qualifications to speak first.

And those with more qualifications are waiting for those ignorant people to speak first.

As a result, there was a stalemate.

He Taichong stood up and expressed everyone's inner thoughts, which resolved the stalemate.

He is the head of the Kunlun Sect, and among the people, he happens to be in a position of neither superior nor inferior.

It's perfect for people like this to stand up and express everyone's thoughts.

Just when Mo Shenggu was about to continue speaking, another voice came from outside.

"Amitabha!"

Zhang Sanfeng heard the sound, glanced at it, and then quickly looked away.

"Abbot Kongwen?"

Xu Zhu quickly stood up and greeted him.

"Abbot Xu Zhu of Shaolin in the Northern Song Dynasty, pays homage to Abbot Kongwen!"

Although both of them are abbots, in Xu Zhu's heart, Kong Wen is always one generation above him.

Kongwen looked at Xu Zhu and asked:

"Are you the new abbot of Shaolin in the Northern Song Dynasty?"

Xu Zhu said:

"The poor monk is exactly."

Kong Wen nodded slightly and said:

"I hope Abbot Xu Zhu will lead Shaolin in the Northern Song Dynasty and strengthen our Shaolin Temple."

"Yes!"

Xu Zhu responded and then stepped aside.

Kongwen looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said:

"The poor monk Kong Wen, the abbot of Daming Shaolin Temple, together with his junior brother Kong Zhi Kongxing and his disciples, congratulate Master Zhang for a long life!" Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly to Kong Wen, then put down the chopsticks in his hands and said with a smile:

"There are many guests gathered on Wudang Mountain today. The old Taoist has only lived a hundred years in vain. How dare he disturb the three divine monks?"

Kong Wen said:

"Master Zhang, in terms of age and seniority, I should be your junior."

"Other than birthday wishes, I shouldn't have mentioned anything else today."

"but……"

In the middle of Kong Wen's words, Ye Ling'er suddenly said:

"stop!"

Kong Wen looked at Ye Linger, who was sitting next to Zhang Sanfeng, in confusion.

When he came in, he saw Ye Ling'er at a glance.

I was still curious about who Ye Ling'er was and why she could sit next to Zhang Sanfeng.

However, because of Xu Zhu's interruption, he threw his doubts aside.

"Since you know you shouldn't mention it, then don't mention it!"

"It's true! I can't sit still even after eating!"

The little guy said unhappily.

Kongwen looked at Ye Linger and said:

"I don't even want to mention this girl."

"But as the head of Shaolin in the Ming Dynasty, the poor monk has a few words to be honest with Master Zhang."

After saying that, Kongwen looked at Zhang Sanfeng again.

"Please don't take offense to Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Sanfeng said:

"If Abbot Kongwen has anything to say, just say it."

Kongwen was the abbot of Shaolin in the Ming Dynasty.

In the arena, his status is not low either.

Only then did Zhang Sanfeng say a few more words to Kong Wen.

If it were He Taichong and those people, Zhang Sanfeng would have ignored them.

Just let his eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao do the talking.

"Okay, then I'll tell you straight away!"

"Master Zhang, I want to ask, where is your disciple Zhang Cuishan now?"

"Your apprentice Zhang Cuishan's sworn brother, the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun, killed my senior brother Master Kongjian. How should we resolve this matter?"

"If Master Zhang knows the whereabouts of your apprentice Zhang Cuishan, please hand over your apprentice Zhang Cuishan!"

"Give me Shaolin justice!"

Kong Wen said.

Shangguan Haitang, who was sitting on one side, heard this and said with a smile:

"After all, I still want Master Zhang to hand over Zhang Cuishan so that he can find Xie Xun and get the Dragon Slaying Sword!"

Liu Ruoxin, Nie Ziyi and others nodded in agreement.

Except for those from the imperial court and Huang Yaoshi and others, there were not many people who came to actually wish her birthday.

Now that Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin has come out to force him into the palace, Zhang Sanfeng will definitely not continue to pretend that nothing happened.

Zhang Sanfeng said calmly:

"My fifth disciple, Zhang Cuishan, has been missing for ten years."

"In the past ten years, I have also sent my Wudang disciples to search for him."

"But there was no sound from either of them."

"So, you all come to Wudang to find the old Taoist, asking for the whereabouts of my apprentice Zhang Cuishan, but the old Taoist doesn't even know!"

He Taichong sneered and said:

"Zhenzhen Zhang, are you trying to protect Zhang Cuishan, so you don't want to tell us?"

Before Zhang Sanfeng could speak, Song Yuanqiao shouted:

"He Taichong!"

"My master is a highly respected man, how could he lie?"

"Besides, even if my fifth brother Zhang Cuishan is in Wudang, why should we in Wudang treat people as second-class!"

"If you want the dragon-slaying knife, just go to the golden-haired Xie Xun. What are you doing to my fifth brother!"

Hearing this, He Taichong muttered quietly and stepped back.

Looking for Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun?

How to find it?

If he could know the whereabouts of Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun, why would he come to Wudang to look for Zhang Cuishan?

"Do you, Wudang, really want to protect Zhang Cuishan?"

Someone in the audience shouted.

"Hand over Zhang Cuishan!"

"Hand over Zhang Cuishan!"

"Hand over Zhang Cuishan!"

Gradually more and more people started shouting.

Master Miejue stood up slowly, bowed slightly to Zhang Sanfeng, and said:

"Zhenzhen Zhang, the evil thief Xie Xun is endangering the martial arts world. Only your disciple Zhang Cuishan knows his whereabouts."

"Please also ask Master Zhang not to protect Zhang Cuishan, and not to make enemies of the major factions and heroes in the world!"

Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyes and glanced at Master Jiejie and said:

"Be enemies with all the major factions in the world?"

"so what?"

Master Miejie frowned when he heard this.

She didn't expect Zhang Sanfeng to say this.

"My apprentice Zhang Cuishan has not made any mistakes. Why should I hand him over to you?"

"Even if my apprentice Zhang Cuishan is here, given my apprentice's character, he will not tell Xie Xun's whereabouts."

"So, don't waste your time on me, Wudang."

Zhang Sanfeng said.

Kong Zhi, who was behind Kong Wen, stepped forward and murmured:

"That's good...that's good..."

Although Kong Zhi was thin and small, his murmur was as loud as a bell, and everyone present could hear it very clearly.

"Since Master Zhang is unwilling to hand over Zhang Cuishan, I won't be polite."

Kong Zhi whispered.

Zhang Songxi stepped forward and shouted:

"You're not welcome? You Shaolin guys are not polite, and I, Wudang, don't want to be polite either!"

"My third brother Yu Daiyan was injured by the Vajra Finger before, resulting in his legs being disabled!"

"Who is the person who hurt my third brother?"

"My third brother is usually a chivalrous man and has done a lot of good things for Wulin!"

"But he was attacked by Shaolin's powerful Vajra finger, which made him physically disabled and bedridden!"

"Then please give Abbot Kongwen, Master Kongzhi, Master Kongjian, and Master Kongxing an explanation to Wudang!"

Kong Zhi retorted:

"Senior Brother Kong Wen, I have already said it before."

"The only ones who have mastered the powerful Vajra finger are me, my senior brother Kong Jian, my junior brother Kong Xing and three sect elders."

"Those three sect elders have been with the sect for thirty or forty years!"

"How could it be possible to hurt Yu Sanxia?"

Just as Zhang Songxi was about to speak, Ye Linger, who was next to Zhang Sanfeng, said first:

"Bald monk, do you mean that the three of you hurt someone?"

(End of this chapter)