In a private room on the second floor of "Zuiyue Tower", Hu Long and old man Tianji drank together.
Seeing that the old man Tianji was a little distracted, Hu Long raised his glass and said with a smile: "You can rest assured. Although Fei is young, he is quite accomplished in martial arts. I promise to take good care of your precious granddaughter."
Old Man Tianji had a drink with him and said angrily: "It is this boy A Fei that I am worried about, don't think you can hide your evil thoughts from anyone!"
The two of them had visited each other many times in the capital, and they were already familiar friends, and their words no longer contained many of the polite words they had when they first met.
Hu Long smiled and said nothing, acquiescing to the other party's accusation.
Old Man Tianji poured another glass of wine, raised it and invited Hu Long to drink with him, then wiped a handful of wine stains on his beard, and suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect that A Fei is the son of the famous hero Shen Lang, and he is such a person. With his appearance and martial arts skills, he is a good match for my Hong'er."
The more Hu Long listened, the more wrong he was. He shouted with an angry look, "What do you mean by this, old man? Is it possible that A Fei is not Shen Lang's son but just a poor disciple, so he is not worthy of that girl of yours?"
Old Man Tianji muttered: "Aside from your martial arts skills, how can you compare with the famous hero Shen Lang in terms of reputation, mind, character, and appearance? That is to say, Ah Fei, this child, inherited his father's nature. There is no one who is close to Mo and will be led astray by you!"
Hu Long was furious and determined to argue with this old guy who was blaming someone's innocence out of thin air.
Old man Tianji travels around the world with his mouth, so he will naturally not forgive others when it comes to his words.
He unhurriedly listed everything that Hu Long had done since his debut, one by one, proving Hu Long's shortcomings such as being sinister, vindictive, cunning, suspicious, etc. He talked about Hu Long until his face turned red and his ears were hot, and he clenched his fists. There is a rattling sound, and at any time, I am willing to become angry and get angry.
Ah Fei and Sun Xiaohong, who finally went out to play together, changed their minds. Hu Long needed to maintain his image as a teacher in front of the younger generation, so he temporarily let the old guy go, but he made a serious note in the little notebook in his heart. .
Their master, apprentice and grandson stayed in Luoyang City for several days.
On the fifth day of May, the four of them set off for Songshan together.
On the way, Hu Long and Old Man Tianji took their apprentices and granddaughters respectively, and used Qinggong to drive for more than a hundred miles. At the same time as the first light of dawn broke through the earth at the end of the world, they arrived at the foot of Songshan Mountain in succession.
But it is always the case that "Mo Daojun leaves early, and there are even more early travelers." At this time, at the intersection of the only road leading to Fengchan Terrace at the foot of Songshan Mountain, a large number of wealthy people with swords and swords had gathered, and there was another group. Monks holding long sticks and swords hanging from their waists lined up to block the way forward.
Those wealthy people in the world could not move forward. They were all angry and pointed at the monks and cursed them. There was an endless stream of obscene words with southern and northern accents.
These monks were quite well cultivated. I could scold them no matter what, but I remained unmoved.
"Namo Amitabha!"
Suddenly, a Buddha's chant exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, and like a bell reverberating among the mountains, it lasted for a long time.
The people present were all martial arts practitioners. They didn’t have a lot of skills or knowledge. They all sensed the unfathomable martial arts cultivation of the person coming from this Buddha’s name. They all kept silent and didn’t dare to curse anymore. The place was completely silent. .
A pale-browed old monk wearing cassocks walked quickly from the mountain road and arrived in front of everyone in a moment.
"The Shaolin sect is not willing to be lonely after all. It actually sends a monk, the beloved monk, to wade through this muddy water."
Old Man Tianji, who was hiding among the rocks in the distance and saw this scene, sneered.
Hu Yuan said angrily: "The 'Weapon Library' does not include people from various sects of the Bai Dao. In the past ten years, people have only paid attention to the famous masters in the 'Weapon Library' and gradually forgotten the power of these famous sects. These great figures of the Shaolin School The monk is the most cunning, and I think he plans to take advantage of this opportunity to rearrange the 'weapons spectrum' and use the convenience of being a local snake to increase his sense of presence."
Old Man Tianji smiled and said: "To increase the sense of presence? Although this statement is novel and weird, it is also very vivid."
At this moment, the old monk Xinmei has already spoken to the group of heroes: "Shaolin Xinmei, a poor monk, led the monks of our temple to stop you this time. It is actually entrusted by the benefactor Bai Xiaosheng. Because the space of the Zen Fengchan platform is limited, it cannot accommodate it. All fellow martial artists. Therefore, only those who are qualified to be listed in the 'Weapons Spectrum' are allowed to go up the mountain. The rest are just friends to watch the excitement. Please stay at the bottom of the mountain to wait for the results."
One of the heroes shouted loudly and asked: "Now that the new 'Weapons Spectrum' has not been announced yet, how to determine who is qualified to be listed in it?"
Xinmei raised her right palm lightly and pressed it against a stubborn stone about ten feet away from her side.
With a soft "pop" sound, debris flew from the stubborn stone, and a clear palm print half an inch deep appeared on the surface.
"Shaolin's unique skill, Prajna Palm!"
Among the people present, the knowledgeable ones immediately exclaimed.
As if he had done something trivial, Xinmei put his palms together and said with a smile: "Whoever can take over the three palms of the poor monk will be qualified to join the 'Weapons Spectrum'."
"It is worthy of being called a sect that has been prosperous for thousands of years. It is really domineering!"
Hu Long let out a sigh of admiration or sarcasm, turned to Old Man Tianji and smiled,
"But the poor Taoist was not interested in playing tricks with this great monk, so he found another way to climb the mountain. We will only meet again on the Fengchan platform!"
After saying this, he didn't wait for the other party to respond, grabbed Ah Fei beside him and floated away.
Old Man Tianji was startled at first, then shook his head and said with a smile: "This calf nose actually wants to test my old man in this way."
Sun Xiaohong asked with some confusion: "Grandpa, what did you say?"
Old Man Tianji said: "Since the Shaolin Sect has blocked the main road up the mountain, they must have sent people to guard other dangerous places. That little cow nose is going to compete with grandpa to see who can pass through the blockade of these great monks quietly. ."
Sun Xiaohong immediately became excited and said impatiently: "Then let's set off quickly. Grandpa must not lose to others!"
Old man Tianji seemed to be responding to his granddaughter, and seemed to be saying to himself: "Yes, grandpa can't lose this time!"
Then he took Sun Xiaohong with him and rushed away from the other direction.
The shadow of the sun moved by, and it was almost noon before I knew it.
On the Fengchan platform, a dignified and elegant old man stood side by side with a kind-hearted old monk.
Under the stage, there were sixty or seventy people from the martial arts community with different descriptions scattered across the stage.
Seeing that noon had arrived, the old man bowed his head on the stage and said to the people in the audience with a spring breeze on his face: "I'm Bai Xiaosheng, all my friends have come from afar this time just to redo the 'Weapons Manual'." The eminent monk then This is Master Xinhu, the abbot of Shaolin, and the notary invited by me for today’s matter. Without further ado, now that the ‘Weapons Manual’ has been roughly drawn up, I invite you all to comment on it together.”
After Bai Xiaosheng said this straight to the point, he turned around and bowed to Abbot Xinhu beside him.
Xinhu clasped his hands in return, and then waved behind him.
At that time, two Shaolin monks jointly held a seven-foot-long scroll and walked to the right side of the stage.
One of the monks raised the scroll and held it firmly with his hands, while the other monk slowly moved to the left and slowly unfolded the scroll.
