Three days later, on the ninth day of April, all nine stars will be white, which is an auspicious day and everything will be good.
Wudang is very happy today, Zhang Sanfeng celebrates his birthday.
There was a clear whistle, the sleeves ruffled slightly, and the two panel doors opened with a squeak.
A Taoist priest with white hair and a childlike face, wearing a gray preaching robe, walked out of the middle door. He was none other than Zhang Sanfeng, the Zhenwu Taoist who had been suppressing the world for decades, and was truly the best in the world.
After the age of eighty, Zhang Sanfeng became a master of retreat. When he had nothing to do, he went to retreat to learn the Tao of Tai Chi.
Even Wudang affairs were delegated to the chiefs of the three temples, Ziyang Zhenren of Ziyang Temple, Taoist Priest Chongxu of Qingxu, and Song Yuanqiao of Zhenzhen Wu Temple.
Lao Zhang himself is more like the spiritual leader of Wudang, ignoring secular affairs and focusing on enlightenment.
Zhang Sanfeng was over a hundred years old at this time, but apart from his white beard and hair, he couldn't tell that he was an old man at all. He wore a shabby Taoist robe and looked otherworldly and unrestrained. Even with his white beard and hair, he was still a rare and beautiful man in the world!
This is how it should be with the talents of human beings and immortals.
Yang Qingyuan has always felt that his appearance and Qinggong are among the top two in Wudang.
Of course there is no objection to Qinggong, but why is the appearance the top two?
Because the person with the best looks is his cheap senior brother.
The first thing Zhang Sanfeng saw when he came out of quarantine was none other than Zhang Cuishan, whom he had missed for ten years.
He rubbed his eyes and said he had seen it wrong. Zhang Cuishan had thrown herself into his arms, whimpering and shouting: "Master!" In his excitement, he even forgot to kneel down.
Song Yuanqiao and the other five people shouted in unison: "Master is very happy, fifth brother is really back!"
Although Zhang Sanfeng, who was in retreat a few days ago, received the news that Zhang Cuishan was about to return to the mountain, when he actually saw Zhang Cuishan, Zhang Sanfeng still couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart.
After all, he is his favorite disciple. His Taoist state is unruffled, and his state of mind fluctuates violently.
This Taoist who has been invincible for half his life has a glimmer of light in his eyes at this moment.
"Disciple is unworthy. He ran away from the Central Plains and stayed overseas for ten years! He failed to serve the master!"
Zhang Cuishan is the only disciple among the Seven Heroes of Wudang who has both civil and military skills. Although he is dressed slovenly and down-to-earth, he still can't hide his gentlemanly demeanor. Even after shaving off the beard on his face, it seems that he is still the same Zhang Wuxia with iron paintings and silver hooks, bright clothes and angry horses.
"Just come back! Just come back!!"
Both the master and the disciple were extraordinary people, and they quickly calmed down.
Behind Zhang Cuishan are Zhang Wuji, the protagonist of Yitian, and Yin Susu, a generation of philosophers and the author of "the more beautiful a woman is, the more she deceives".
The plain dress could not hide Yin Susu's beautiful appearance, and Zhang Wuji was looking at the not-so-old "grandpa" in front of him with curiosity!
"Master, fellow brothers, let me introduce to you, this is Zhuo Jing Yin Su Su, and this is Quan Zi Wuji."
As he spoke, Zhang Cuishan touched Zhang Wuji's head and said, "Wuji, say hello to Grand Master and several uncles!"
Although Zhang Wuji was young and grew up on an isolated island, he was taught by Zhang Cuishan after all. Zhang Cuishan was both civil and military, and the son he handed over was not bad.
"Wuji pays homage to Grand Master!" Suddenly there were so many elders. Zhang Wuji was a little shy at first, but after being helped up by Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Wuji immediately felt more friendly towards Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng, the Taoist master, has a natural and benevolent Taoist charm that makes people feel like a spring breeze.
After some greetings, Song Yuanqiao spoke.
"Fifth brother, today is Master's birthday. Junior brother, hurry up, wash up, take a bath, and change into ceremonial clothes, otherwise you will be late for Master's birthday ceremony."
Zhang Cuishan lowered his head and looked at himself. Although he had simply cleaned up in the town inn, he still looked slovenly after all in a hurry. Compared with the Taoist robe-like attire of Song Yuanqiao and others, he was still shabby. .
Zhang Cuishan was speechless and said with a smile: "I was negligent!"
"Master, brothers and sisters, I'm going to wash up and take my leave first!"
After saluting, Zhang Cuishan took his wife and son and left with a little Taoist boy.
Looking at Zhang Cuishan's retreating figure, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes showed a trace of solemnity.
The return of the fifth disciple is a blessing, but it is also a curse.
The supreme king of martial arts, he slays the dragon with his precious sword.
No one in the world dares to disobey orders.
During the battle on Wangpanshan Island, although Xie Xun drove most of the martial arts people crazy with his lion's roar, there were still a small number of masters who survived and slowly regained their sanity.
Now everyone knows that his five disciples disappeared together with Xie Xun and are hanging alone overseas together.
The guests who came today to wish me happy birthday are fake, but they are here to interrogate Xie Xun and the whereabouts of the dragon-slaying knife.
The visitor is not good!
"Senior brother, don't worry too much, I've already settled on this game! Neither Xiaowu nor Wudang will be fine today!"
Yang Qingyuan seemed to be able to see his senior brother's eyes.
My senior brother is unrivaled in martial arts and doesn't like to make plans. As he gets older, he ignores worldly things and only pursues the truth.
Then let me, my cheap junior brother, handle this game for Wudang!
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After Yang Qingyuan came out of Zhang Sanfeng's retreat, a young Taoist priest handed Yang Qingyuan a letter.
An unexpected person invited him to Wudang Taihe Lake for a chat.
On the bank of Taihe Lake, a woman in a black skirt and white boots, holding a long sword, was facing Yang Qingyuan.
"Brother Yang, I haven't seen you for two years. How are you doing?"
Liu Wangshu's face showed a gentle smile.
In a blink of an eye, flowers bloomed on the snow-capped mountains, and the bright moon dimmed slightly.
Yang Qingyuan felt his heart skip a beat, and then his thoughts returned to normal.
"Wang Shu promised to arrive in the capital in two months, but I waited in the capital for two years and only waited for five letters. In the vast East China Sea, the traces of the fairy are everywhere, where can I find them?!"
Two years not only did not destroy the slight throbbing in my heart at that time, but instead allowed it to slowly ferment.
Liu Wangshu saluted with his sword, his face slightly embarrassed, "Master has an order, I have to go back. It is indeed my fault that I didn't go to Brother Yang's appointment in the capital!"
"Since you are wrong, you should be punished!"
Yang Qingyuan handed over a fruit.
"Our Dali Temple is short of manpower. I hope Shu will come to our Dali Temple as a guest minister."
Liu Wangshu tilted his head slightly, his original aloofness now filled with a hint of cuteness.
"Brother Yang has been promoted so quickly?"
Liu Wangshu's master was once a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy. He was a famous scholar in the world, with both civil and military skills. Liu Wangshu also had some knowledge of the official system in the court.
When we first met, Yang Qingyuan was still the fifth-grade county governor. After not seeing him for two years, he was already in charge of Dali Temple.
"He is just a young minister of Dali Temple, taking charge of Dali Temple on his behalf."
Although Liu Wangshu was as cold as the moon, he was not a cold-natured person, he was chivalrous at heart.
When they first met in Jizhou, after confirming that Yang Qingyuan was a good official, they rescued Yang Qingyuan from the sword of the school captain Hu Cheng.
Although Yang Qingyuan does not need her rescue, her chivalrous heart cannot be denied.
Moreover, his teacher was also a member of the court. Although he resigned because he yearned for freedom, he was full of praise for Taizu.
Therefore, Liu Wangshu had no ill feelings towards the imperial court.
"Brother Yang, what is this guest going to do?!"
"The newly built Dali Temple lacks real masters. If you want to train yourself, it will undoubtedly be twenty or thirty years later, so now you can only invite masters from all walks of life."
"I can too?!"
Liu Wangshu looked at Yang Qingyuan with a half-smile.
"Wang Shu has the talent of a famous sword, which is rare in the world. Now you, even I don't dare to win easily, so why not?!"
"Since Brother Yang has invited me, I will go with Brother Yang to Dali Temple to have a look! Think of it as my apology to Brother Yang for not being here for two years!"
Liu Wangshu did not ask the guest what his responsibilities and authority were.
She just agreed. Although she had not been in real contact with Yang Qingyuan for a long time, she already had a basic understanding of Yang Qingyuan's character.
For some people, seven days of contact is enough to outlast others for five years.
She believed in Yang Qingyuan's sword, and even more believed in Yang Qingyuan's people.
Yang Qingyuan's current situation is about balancing public and private matters.
It not only solved the problem of Dali Temple's lack of masters, but also recruited a top Yuanhua master for Dali Temple, and also created an opportunity to get close to Liu Wangshu.
Kill two birds with one stone, I, Yang Qingyuan, have a plan.
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"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
At four o'clock and five quarters, the Jingxin bell in front of Zixiao Palace rang.
The time has come for the birthday party to begin.
Zhang Sanfeng is the great master of the Taoist sect and the best master in the world. Originally, the masters who came to celebrate his birthday were like crucian carp crossing the river.
Now that the news of Zhang Cuishan's return to the Central Plains has spread, people who covet the dragon-slaying sword and want to come to Wudang Mountain to try their luck are emerging in an endless stream.
The world's best grandmaster is not enough to dispel the greed in these people's hearts.
The Zixiao Palace in Wudang was full of distinguished guests, including clouds of victorious friends.
Shaolin abbot Master Kongwen,
The master of Emei, Miejie Shitai,
Lin Wuchen, head of Dian Cang’s Flying Divine Sword,
The Five Elders of Kongtong Sect,
Zuo Lengchan, leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect
Qingcheng leader Yan Yu, the swordsman chasing the wind
He Weifeng, leader of the Kunlun Sect
…
The heads of the remaining seven major factions arrived.
Not only from the arena, but also from Taoist sects, many people came to congratulate Taoist Zhenwu on his 100th birthday.
Tianren Sect, Tianshi Mansion, Quanzhen Sect and even the mysterious Yuxu Sect are here.
The word Tao Zun should not be used lightly, it is equivalent to the president of the Dazhou Taoist Association.
Six hundred years ago, in order to fight against Buddhism, which was at its peak at that time, Taoism, which had always been inactive and pure, had to unite in order to survive and continue.
The Taoist sects such as Tianren Sect, Tianshifu, and Yuxu Sect jointly recommended one person to be the Taoist to lead Taoism against the oppression of Buddhism at that time.
Later, Wuzong destroyed Buddhism, and the power of Buddhism declined greatly. The pressure on Taoism was greatly reduced, and it was possible to live a life of salted fish again. However, the act of electing Taoist priests by Taoism was passed down.
Since Bei Mingzi, the leader of the previous Taoist Celestial Sect, resigned, Zhang Sanfeng has been serving as the Taoist of the Taoist sect.
Today's birthday banquet is not just Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday.
It is also the birthday of the leader of Wudang, the birthday of the Taoist Master of the Taoist sect, and the birthday of the Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty.
The title of Zhang Sanfeng is also a source of strength for Yang Qingyuan.
It is a bit unrealistic to rely solely on the Wudang sect to fight against half of the martial arts world, but with the addition of the Taoist sect and the imperial court, it is different.
Using strength to fight against strength is the essence of Wudang martial arts.
