Martial Arts: the Text of the Cultivation Method of Immortal Cultivation is Deduced at the Beginning

　　When he heard the strangeness in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Zhang Sanfeng's eyebrows also flickered in doubt.

　　Zhang Sanfeng's eyes widened when he heard that there was a longevity pilgrimage in the back mountain and Chen Changsheng was wrapped by Pi Lian.

　　When he heard that he was riding a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River, Zhang Sanfeng's hand, which was wiping his beard, unwittingly pulled a white beard down.

　　"Are you really talking about Little Eight?"

　　Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while, then rolled his eyes.

　　He was still shocked at first, but after thinking about it carefully, everything Song Yuanqiao said was a fantasy.

　　He is a master of a generation, and his experience and martial arts are far superior to Song Yuanqiao.

　　As for what he said, Zhang Sanfeng believed that he had three points and seven points that his vision was limited.

　　Just like mortals, they always think that there are gods, ghosts and demons, but in fact they are all human.

　　"Master, you can ask the second brother and the others at will, they all witnessed it with their own eyes." Song Yuanqiao said aggrieved.

　　"Okay." Zhang Sanfeng reprimanded: "It's just that your vision is limited. The six of them are even worse than you. Wouldn't it be like nonsense to call them."

　　"Master!" Song Yuanqiao anxiously wanted to continue explaining.

　　Zhang Sanfeng glared fiercely, as if to say, "You are trying to talk nonsense."

　　"Okay, master, see for yourself."

　　Song Yuanqiao changed his tune.

　　In fact, he thought to himself, 'Master, you can't blame me for that.I have persuaded you, and you can't blame me when you see your younger brother's frightened gaffe. '

　　"After three years of reading, I was enlightened. Xiaoba is indeed talented."

　　Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard lightly and kept nodding his head.

　　He has been paying close attention to his youngest disciple.

　　Even though Chen Changsheng just liked to read and study, he never gave up his hopes for him.

　　In short, no matter how powerful the rumors of fairy tales are.

　　Finally, there is one thing that has not changed, that is, his little disciple has enlightened.

　　At the same time, Zhang Sanfeng was also a little curious about what level of martial arts the young disciple who had been enlightened had reached.

　　"Yuanqiao. Let's go, let's go and see the guests first. They are all for my old man's birthday. I can't go out."

　　Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly.

　　"Yes."

　　The two walked towards the hall. .

Chapter 22

　　"Qin Xiangzi of God's Foot Sect congratulates Zhenren Zhang as blessed as the East China Sea."

　　"Shen Quan has passed three fists and led his disciples to congratulate Zhang Zhenren on his birthday, Bi Nanshan."

　　……

　　As soon as Zhang Sanfeng went to the main hall, the guests around him were sharp-eyed, and they recognized it immediately.

　　Immediately clasped fists to wish birthday.

　　"Haha, everyone, please take a seat. Lao Dao's birthday has made you troubled here."

　　Zhang Sanfeng Fuxu laughed.

　　Even if he likes everything to be simple, he is still a little happy when so many people come to wish him his birthday.

　　However, what he cares most about is his youngest disciple.

　　Looking around, he didn't see where he was.

　　Zhang Sanfeng asked Song Yuanqiao in a low voice:

　　"Xiao Ba, why don't you see others?"

　　Song Yuanqiao scratched his head and said, "Master, the younger brother hasn't come back yet. We don't know his whereabouts yet."

　　"Confused!"

　　Zhang Sanfeng blew his beard and stared: "Why don't you seven senior brothers know how to accompany Xiaoba out? He is still young and doesn't know the risks of the rivers and lakes."

　　Song Yuanqiao felt aggrieved in his heart.

　　There are indeed many risks in Jianghu, but the younger brother is too strong.

　　Even if the seven of them went up together, they might not be able to beat him.

　　What's more, the younger junior brother Yihe went down to Jiangnan, they wanted to follow Nai He's heart but not enough!

　　When he was wronged.

　　Outside the hall, a Taoist boy walked in and presented a famous post.

　　Song Yuanqiao has a quick eye and a quick hand, so he hurriedly brought it over and read the post: "Yin Susu, a postgraduate student after Tianying's teaching, congratulates Zhang Zhenren Songhe Changchun."

　　Then I opened the gift list and looked at it, and I couldn't help being a little surprised.

　　I saw more than ten pieces of gilded paper with a total of [-] gifts written on them. The first one is a jasper lion, the second one is a jade whisk, and there are nearly a thousand martial arts cheats after countless jewels...

　　"This day, the Eagle Sect and I, Wudang, are very different. How can they send so many valuable gifts to the door?"

　　Song Yuanqiao frowned.

　　Zhang Sanfeng also stroked his beard and said nothing.

　　He doesn't have the concept of a cult or cult, but after all, the Sky Eagle Cult came from a demon sect, and it is really incomprehensible to suddenly wish him a birthday.

　　"It's a guest from afar. Yuanqiao, let's go meet him."

　　Zhang Sanfeng thought for a while.

　　He didn't need to turn him away when he was given birthday wishes.

　　Soon, a pretty boy in white came in with two or three people outside the hall.

　　With a white jade folding fan pinned to her waist, she walked towards Zhang Sanfeng and saluted the younger generation:

　　"Yin Susu has seen the real person Zhang, and may the real person live longer than Nanshan."

　　"No need to be polite." Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly.

　　Song Yuanqiao frowned slightly and said, "I don't know why the friends of the Tianying Sect have given so many great gifts."

　　Don't blame him for that.

　　Wudang is a well-known and upright sect, and the Tianying Sect can be regarded as half a cult, and the two sects usually do not communicate with each other.

　　This gift, Song Yuanqiao is not vigilant is fake.

　　"Song Daxia, Zhang Zhenzhen is a martial arts master, and my younger generation admires it."

　　Yin Susu clenched her fists and said again, "Mr. Wudang Chen has been kind to me. This time I came here as a gift of promise."

　　It was only then that Song Yuanqiao suddenly realized that it was the younger brother who brought it out.

　　Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and smiled, and he was also a little curious about what his little apprentice had done. The word "Mr." was not a random call.

　　But now is clearly not the time to greet each other.

　　Zhang Sanfeng smiled kindly and said, "My disciple hasn't returned to the mountain yet, please sit down for now."

　　Yin Susu Yanran bowed, and immediately took Bai Guishou and others to sit in a corner.

　　It's just that the guests around him look disgusted.

　　He hurriedly stayed away from Yin Susu and the others, for fear that others would say that their famous family had something to do with the cult.

　　Of course, they wouldn't speak madly and tell Yin Susu and the others to get out.

　　Can't beat it at first.Second, I don't want to get into trouble for nothing.

　　In the eyes of Bai Guishou and several people, they only felt extremely aggrieved in their hearts.

　　This time, Yin Susu insisted on going up the mountain to celebrate his birthday. Otherwise, how could they sit with a group of virtuous people.

　　Now that it's good, they haven't disliked it yet, but this group of people disliked themselves first.

　　"Okay, this time it's Zhang Zhenren's birthday and you have a good attitude."

　　Yin Susu's folding fan shook, forcibly persuading her to persuade her with the anger in her heart.

　　She acted decisively and clearly, and she would have drawn out weapons to kill these people long ago.

　　But when he thought of Chen Changsheng, he knew that he couldn't make trouble for him today, so he had to hold back his anger.

　　In this way, it was peaceful and peaceful for a while.

　　But after a while.

　　Someone next to him didn't know if he had drunk a few more drinks, and shouted with a drunk face:

　　"You Wudang deceived the world and stole your name, and created a fairy tale. My Iron Fist helped the disciples halfway and said that they wanted to come to Wudang to find the immortals, but there are no immortals in the world. Today, I dare to ask if Wudang can give my fellow disciples a bowl of rice to eat?"

　　The voice fell, and the scene gradually became quieter.

　　Many of the guests who came here today are fellow sects from other sects, and they were good in the past.

　　But recently the prestige of the Wudang faction is too high, attracting many people.

　　Not to mention that they lacked many new disciples, and even the disciples who had already worshipped were a little distracted.

　　Breaking the morality is equivalent to killing one's parents!

　　Even if it's not dangerous now, it can't prevent it in the future!

　　There were also some sporadic guests who rose up to refute, but were stopped by their friends.

　　Today's battle is obviously not unintentional, but someone deliberately did it.

　　Judging from this quiet scene, they didn't dare to come forward at will.