I, the Wudang junior master, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 78: The heroes come to congratulate, Shaolin arrives
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Gu Changfeng was stunned at first, then he stroked his forehead with one hand.

I have been so busy researching the birth of spiritual roots recently that I almost forgot about the main thing.

Isn’t today Mr. Zhang’s 100th birthday?

Gu Changfeng raised his foot and walked out. After taking two steps, he turned around and instructed Wang Mu.

"Don't let anyone know that you have embarked on the path to immortality. During this time, you should practice hard on your own."

Wang Mu scratched the back of his head and agreed honestly.

This time, Gu Changfeng did not fly on his sword, but walked to the Zhenwu Hall.

Let’s put the matter of creating spiritual roots aside for now.

Lao Zhang’s 100th birthday is the most important thing now!
As we get closer and closer to the Zhenwu Hall.

Along the way, you can see that all the buildings of Wudang Sect have been cleaned and look brand new.

Everywhere there are Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish pendants with Wudang characteristics, which look antique and full of Taoist connotations.

Arrived near the Zhenwu Hall.

You can see two teams of Wudang disciples standing on both sides of the long stairs.

They were all wearing brand new black and white Taoist robes, with their eyes straight ahead, showing the good mental outlook of Wudang disciples.

Gu Changfeng nodded immediately, thinking that although these disciples were lazy on weekdays, they were still very reliable at critical moments.

Simultaneously.

You can also see a steady stream of martial artists in tight-fitting clothes on the stairs, constantly entering from the mountain gate.

Some came in groups of three or four, like independent cultivators.

Some of them were wearing uniform clothing, obviously from a certain sect or force.

After arriving, these people first saluted Song Yuanqiao, and then headed towards the venue under the guidance of Wudang disciples.

Since there are too many people coming to Wudang this time, Zhenwu Hall is naturally not suitable as the venue.

Song Yuanqiao waved his hand and used the extremely large martial arts arena as a meeting venue.

The tables and chairs had already been set up there, and everything seemed in order.

"Junior brother is here? Come on, come over here?"

Song Yuanqiao, who was standing at the gate of Zhenwu Hall, saw Gu Changfeng from afar and waved to him hurriedly.

Gu Changfeng turned his head and looked.

He found that all the Seven Heroes of Wudang were gathered together, even Yu Daying was not left behind, but he was still sitting in a wheelchair, pretending that he had not recovered from his injuries.

Gu Changfeng walked over quickly and greeted everyone.

"I've met all of you, senior brothers!"

Mo Shenggu put his arm around Gu Changfeng's shoulder familiarly and joked.

"When it comes to hard work in cultivation, apart from our master, no one can compare to you, my junior brother."

"But since you are still so young, you can go out more often and make friends with other young people."

"Otherwise, what if I get bored if I stay in the back mountain to practice all day?"

Gu Changfeng spoke with a reserved smile on his face.

"For Changfeng, cultivation is a fun thing, so he doesn't feel bored."

Yin Liting pointed at Mo Shenggu and laughed.

"Seventh Brother, do you think Junior Brother is as greedy for fun as you are?"

"Not only is he talented, he's also hardworking. You should learn from him!"

Several people laughed and joked with each other, obviously in a good mood.

Yu Daying had to pretend to be paralyzed. He couldn't speak and could only blink frantically.

Suddenly, Gu Changfeng's heart moved.

His keen senses detected a burning gaze directed at him.

Turning around, he saw a heroic-looking young man with a white cloth wrapped around his head in the crowd on the long stairs, staring at him with hatred in his eyes.

The people around him were all dressed in the same way and had unfriendly expressions.

It doesn't look like they are here to celebrate a birthday, but rather to attend a funeral.

Song Yuanqiao noticed Gu Changfeng's gaze, and when he looked in the direction he looked, a look of understanding appeared on his face, and he said to Gu Changfeng.

"Changfeng, that's Linghu Chong, the first disciple of Huashan Sect."

"Next to him are Yue Buqun's wife and daughter, Ning Zhongze and Yue Lingshan."

“Linghu Chong originally had average strength, but he seems to have had some fortuitous encounters recently and has broken through to the Grandmaster level. It is said that he is even stronger than his teacher. After Yue Buqun’s death, he took over the position of the head of the Huashan Sect.” Gu Changfeng understood after hearing this.

It turns out that he is the victim.

Judging from Linghu Chong's expression, he seems to be unclear about what kind of person his master is, otherwise he wouldn't hate him so much.

Gu Changfeng just glanced at the other person and then looked away with lack of interest.

To put it simply, Linghu Chong's so-called adventure was the Dugu Nine Swords and the Star-Absorbing Art.

For ordinary people in the martial arts world, this might be a rare and powerful martial art.

But in front of Gu Changfeng at this moment, it was really not good enough.

And with his mere Grandmaster level strength, to put it bluntly, Gu Changfeng could kill him with just one finger.

on the steps.

Yue Lingshan became a little excited when she saw Gu Changfeng just glanced over here and turned his head away, as if he didn't take their Huashan Sect seriously at all.

"This Gu Changfeng is really arrogant."

"Isn't it just that I was lucky enough to be born in Wudang and have a master who is a land immortal? What's so great about that!"

Linghu Chong patted his junior sister on the back and comforted her.

"Don't worry, Junior Sister."

"Gu Changfeng killed Master, I will make him pay the price!"

Yue Lingshan looked at Linghu Chong with eyes full of admiration and nodded vigorously.

"Big Brother, it's up to you!"

"If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would do!"

Linghu Chong had a resolute expression, exerted force with his right hand holding the sword, and thought to himself.

"Gu Changfeng, today I want you to know how powerful the Dugu Nine Swords of my Huashan Sect are!"

However, Linghu Chong did not attack immediately. Instead, he led the people from the Huashan Sect to sit down in their seats in the venue.

as time flows.

People from various major sects and some wandering people in the martial arts world arrived one after another, and various singing and chorus sounds continued to be heard.

"Master Miejue of the Emei Sect has arrived!"

"Thank you, Master of Shenjian Villa, for coming!"

"The Five Elders of Kongtong Sect have arrived!"

However, the most eye-catching people are the people from Cihang Jingzhai.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, he became the center of attention.

Many people were whispering.

"Is this the legendary Saintess Shi Feixuan from Cihang Jingzhai? She is truly extremely beautiful!"

"Hey, those disciples are pretty good too~"

"Two great masters have come to Cihang Jingzhai. It's really lively with three top-notch forces gathered together!"

Shi Feixuan, Mingxin Mingjing and their disciples came over and exchanged pleasantries with Song Yuanqiao.

When they entered the venue, the three of them nodded to Gu Changfeng and Gu Changfeng naturally returned the greeting.

Shortly after the people from Cihang Jingzhai left.

Suddenly, a deep voice resounded throughout the venue, sounding like the sound of a huge bell in everyone's ears.

“Kong Wen, bring your fellow disciples Kong Xing and Kong Zhi as well as other Shaolin disciples to Wudang to celebrate Master Zhang’s birthday!”

This voice contained a strong pressure, showing the profound strength of the person who spoke.

Everyone was shocked and looked down the stairs.

Then I saw a group of monks wearing robes and with bald heads walking up the stairs.

Although the three people in the lead looked quite old, their aura was extremely terrifying, like a pillar of fire in the dark night, making people dare not look directly at them.

The Shaolin people have arrived!
Gu Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly.

Through spiritual sense, the three old monks at the front of the team have a strong aura, and they are all powerful grandmasters.

The people behind are not weak either. There are more than ten masters alone, and the weakest one is at least in the late stage of the Innate Realm!

He showed off his muscles right from the start, it was obvious that he was up to no good!
The others on the stairs also stopped.

His eyes kept moving back and forth between the Wudang group and the Shaolin group, and they all looked like they were enjoying the show.

(End of this chapter)