"Mr. Murong is so approachable! He has no airs at all! Unlike those celebrities in the world who are not very good at martial arts and have more airs than anyone else!"
"It is truly a blessing for us to be able to go up the mountain with Mr. Murong."
"Mr. Murong, this Miss Wang is your cousin, right? The beauty of the country is so fragrant, the fish and the geese are falling, the moon is shy of the flowers, and you are a match made in heaven!"
"Miss Wang is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!"
"Only a dragon among men like Mr. Murong can be worthy of a stunning beauty like Miss Wang!"
The powerful men in the world carried congratulatory gifts on their shoulders and spoke eloquently. They first praised Murong Fu, and then praised Wang Yuyan. Everyone walked quickly towards Wudang Mountain.
Two hours later.
In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain, a Taoist boy came forward and said respectfully:
"How many distinguished guests do you have invitations for?"
As Zhang Sanfeng's birthday was approaching, guests were all coming and going at the foot of the mountain. The little Taoist boy was responsible for receiving them. When he saw Murong Fu and others appearing, carrying congratulatory gifts, he naturally guessed their purpose.
"This is an invitation from my young master."
Bao Dong took out a gold-gilded invitation.
The little Taoist boy opened it and saw that it was indeed the handwriting of the ancestor. When he saw the name of Gusu Murongfu, he immediately became more respectful and quickly claimed that he was disrespectful.
"I have heard about Nan Murong's name for a long time. Please wait a moment. I will go and inform the Patriarch."
The little Taoist boy turned around and ran up the mountain.
Murong Fu knew that the patriarch he was talking about was Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Mountain. Thinking that Zhang Sanfeng would greet him in person later, he suddenly felt bright in his face.
"I was really right. It was indeed Zhang Zhenren who personally greeted us."
"That's natural."
"What kind of status is Young Master Murong? How can we and other unknown people compare to him? Of course, Master Zhang has to greet him personally. Even Mu Taoist and Wang Chonglou are not qualified."
"I really didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to get up close to Master Zhang. This is not something that everyone can have. This is really exciting."
"This is all because of Master Murong."
This group of powerful people talked non-stop and praised Murong Fu highly.
With a smile on his face and a spring breeze on his face, Murong Fu felt a sense of superiority and waited quietly for Zhang Sanfeng's arrival. Wang Yuyan stood beside her with a parasol, her white clothes beat the snow, like a fairy.
After a while.
A middle-aged Taoist priest walked down Wudang Mountain and walked enthusiastically to where Murong Fu was. Beside him was a young Taoist priest.
Feng BoE: "Is this Taoist Master Zhang Zhenren? Is Zhenren Zhang so young?"
Wang Yuyan: "Isn't he the Taoist priest in the tea shed?"
Bao BuTong said: "This person seems to be Daxia Song's junior brother, either Mo Shenggu or Yin Liting, and the young Taoist priest behind him seems to be Daxia Song's beloved son, Song Qingshu."
Their guess was good.
Zhang Sanfeng did not come, but Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu came.
"Huh? Why doesn't Zhang Sanfeng come to see me?"
Murong Fu was disappointed and lost face when he saw that the visitor was not Zhang Sanfeng.
Those gangsters all kept silent. Just now, they boasted about Murong Fu and said that Zhang Sanfeng personally greeted him. Even Mu Taoist and Wang Zhonglou were not qualified. Now they are so slapped in the face that they shot themselves in the foot and cannot get off the stage. .
Mo Shenggu cupped his fists and said:
"This must be Mr. Murong. He is indeed very handsome and has an extraordinary bearing. Below is Mo Sheng Valley in Wudang Mountain. This is my nephew Song Qingshu."
"Mr. Murong, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Song Qingshu was polite and said with a smile and clasped fists.
For a moment, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Wang Yuyan, and was stunned for a moment. His eyes were filled with astonishment. He was attracted by her beauty. He suddenly realized that he had lost his composure and hurriedly stopped looking at her, but he never forgot her in his heart.
"Why are you? Where is Master Zhang?"
Murong Fu was obviously a little unhappy.
Mo Shenggu was stunned when he heard this, and then said:
"Mr. Murong, my master is receiving a distinguished guest. Please forgive me for not being able to come to meet the young master. If you have nothing else to do, please follow me up the mountain."
"Dignified guest?"
The group of heroes sighed for a while.
Even Murong Fu felt that his face was dishonored. Zhang Sanfeng did not come to meet him because he was meeting someone else. This was an indirect slap in the face.
"Forget it, let's lead the way."
Murong Fu said with a serious face.
He wanted to go up the mountain to see who it was that had stolen his limelight and allowed Zhang Sanfeng to receive him in person, while neglecting him like this.
"please!"
Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu led the way.
And the group of powerful men and women carrying poles also followed Murong Fu up Wudang Mountain, and gradually disappeared into the depths of the clouds and mist, which was vast and mysterious.
………………
Wudang Mountain, Yangxin Garden.
In front of a fresh and elegant Zen room, stood three old men with white beards and white hair. They were distinguished and distinguished. They all looked towards the Zen room anxiously.
They are no one else.
One is Zhang Sanfeng, one is Mu Taoren, and the other is Wang Chonglou.
Zhang Sanfeng is the founder of Wudang Mountain and is recognized as a myth of undefeated martial arts! Living god!
Mu Taoist and Wang Chonglou are the left and right elders of Wudang Mountain. One is a master of swordsmanship and is invincible in the world. The other is a practitioner of Dahuangting. He has superb internal skills and is powerful in the world.
But at this moment.
The three of them, the three of them who were so powerful in the world, were all standing outside the Zen room, not daring to go in and disturb, not even getting close, not even daring to breathe.
They are like little book boys who are forced to stand. They must be as obedient as they are.
There is no other reason.
This Zen room is Yu Daiyan's Zen room.
And Qin Xiu is in the room now, treating Yu Daiyan's injuries.
therefore.
No one dared to disturb them at all, not even to make a sound. Even Zhang Sanfeng.
suddenly.
In the meditation room that had been silent for a long time, the man's excited voice came, trembling with excitement and a little unbelievable.
"I, I, I...I can walk! I can walk! Hahaha!"
Yu Daiyan's voice was so excited that he was about to cry.
People who have never been physically disabled will never be able to understand the desire of disabled people for recovery, let alone the joy that has been suppressed for more than ten years, bursting out in an instant.
"Daiyan...he recovered!"
Zhang Sanfeng smiled when he heard this and disappeared.
Taoist Mu and Wang Chonglou looked at each other and saw joy on each other's faces. They took steps at the same time, each step was leisurely, but each step was as fast as thunder, and soon they entered Yu Daiyan's Zen room. inside.
At this moment, in the Zen room.
Plop! !
There was a muffled sound of his knees falling heavily.
"Young Master Qin, I have been paralyzed for fifteen years. It has been a full fifteen years. The master has tried every means for me. My hair has turned gray. I want to die every day. I am relieved and I don't have to drag others down."
Yu Daiyan knelt on the ground, with red eyes, looking at Qin Xiu gratefully.
He had been holding these words in his heart for a long time, and now he finally said them out.
"What are you talking about?"
Qin Xiuxin said that Yu Daiyan was also a pitiful person.
