Finally it was Song Sijun's turn. I saw him step forward with a profound look on his face, put on his airs with a profound look on his face, and then he seemed to be calm but in fact he was cautious in using his palms to move his hands and wave them out. For the third time, everyone heard the sound of the giant gong.
At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Look at that gong!"
Everyone looked closely and saw a palm print sunken half an inch in the center of the dark iron giant gong.
The scene was like adding salt to a pan of oil. The crowd cheered like thunder and talked about Song Shijun’s unfathomable skills——
"This is black iron, black iron that is difficult to penetrate with swords and guns. How far has Master Song achieved this level?"
"No wonder Guangtianmen has become more and more powerful in recent years, and even Qingque Sect has to retreat!"
"I heard that if Sect Master Song had not succeeded as the Sect Master of Guangtian Sect, Sect Master Yin would have wanted this eldest son-in-law to be the Sect Master of Qingque Sect!"
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Faced with such comments, Qi Yunke just smiled helplessly, but Yin Sulian turned pale with anger.
Cai Zhao muttered: "I think Uncle Qi and Uncle Zhou may not be able to take a palm print."
Fan Xing's family also said angrily: "That's right. No wonder he specifically asked Master Zhou to come first. Isn't it because he was afraid that Master Zhou would take a palm print if he wanted to imitate him! Master is modest by nature and is too lazy to fight for this!"
Chang Ning: "I think Sect Leader Qi can slap Song Shijun on the face, and I guarantee that the momentum will be even more amazing."
"???" Fan and Cai both turned to look at him at the same time.
Song Shijun was praised as being as graceful as a fairy, and he acted like a humble gentleman and signaled everyone to be quiet.
Next was Yang Heying. He wanted to show off the power of the Si Qi Sect, but also didn't want Song Shijun to be displeased. As soon as he took a stance, Luck punched upward fiercely. After a loud bang, everyone looked and saw a shallow fist mark left next to Song Shijun's palm print. The crowd cheered again. Although the praise was not as loud as before, it was much louder than Qi Zhou's.
With the same skill, fists are more concentrated than palms, so Song Shijun's skills are clearly superior. In this way, it will not only win the praise of the whole house, but also not steal the limelight of Guangtianmen.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Fan Xingjia and Cai Zhao both cheered.
Chang Ning suddenly said: "This Yang Heying's skill is far inferior."
Cai Zhao was puzzled, so Chang Ning replied: "Look at the fist seal. The middle finger and ring finger are the deepest, and the index finger and little finger are much shallower. Although the five fingers have different lengths, since they use internal strength to hit the giant gong, they should have the same strength. , you can see that the palm prints of the Song Sect Master are neat and neat, with no difference in depth. It can be seen that Yang Heying's skill is not good, and he can only gather it in one place with all his strength, unlike the first three masters who can lift the weight with ease."
Fan and Cai took a closer look and it turned out to be the case. Moreover, Master Fakong did not move, Master Jingyuan looked on with cold eyes, Qi Yunke and Zhou Zhizhen even had a bit of mockery in their gentle smiles, and they knew that what Chang Ning said was true.
The last person to sound the gong was Cai Pingchun. Cai Zhao nervously clenched his fists.
Cai Pingchun's expression was as usual, and he waved his palm without even waiting for the surroundings to calm down, and then the giant gong made an ordinary sound. The only difference was that - the previous palm prints and fist prints were all gone, as if Smoothed mud wall.
The black iron giant gong may once have been as flat as a mirror, but after being beaten for two hundred years, it has become uneven. At this moment, with Cai Pingchun's touch, it was like a rough wall of yellow mud that had been scraped away.
The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, everyone looked at each other, and no one said a word. Firstly, he was surprised, and secondly, if he cheered loudly, he was afraid that Guangtianmen and Siqimen would be displeased.
Master Jingyuan's solemn and cold face rarely softened.
Master Fa Kong recited the Buddha's name and said with a smile: "Donor Xiao Cai has made great progress in these years." When he first met the Cai family, Cai Pingchun was twelve years old, so he was used to calling him Donor Xiao Cai.
Master Juexing on the side smiled and said: "Master Luoying Valley is nearly forty years old. Master, why do you still call me Xiaocai Donator?" Although he has become a monk, his brother-in-law is still his brother-in-law.
Master Fa Kong was very kind and said with a smile: "This is very true."
Everyone saw that the abbot of Changchun Temple had spoken, and then they began to praise him one after another. Although they did not dare to praise too much, they looked at the disciples of Luoying Valley with a lot of respect and fear in their eyes.
Qi Yunke seemed to have known the result, and laughed and said: "Good job Xiaochun, I will have to find a disciple to climb up and knock the gong flat."
Song Shijun rolled his eyes and said neutrally: "Sure enough, the real person doesn't show his face. Brother Pingchun is very capable. It's true that your sister always said that your qualifications are not bad and your future is limitless."
Cai Pingchun said calmly: "In my sister's eyes, everyone in the world has strengths, and no one is born mediocre."
Song Shijun turned his head away in anger, and Zhou Zhizhen patted Cai Pingchun on the shoulder to show his approval. In comparison, Yang Heying's face looked much uglier.
The gong-ringing ceremony ended and everyone was about to enter the hall when they suddenly heard the master of ceremonies disciples from the outer gate singing loudly, 'Master Taichu Guanqiu and his fellow disciples have come to pay homage to the ancestor'!
Everyone was stunned, and with the sound of neat and powerful footsteps, a group of Taoists wearing light purple and gold embroidered wide-sleeved robes floated over. The current man is about forty years old, tall and tall, with a square and handsome face. His dark purple Taoist uniform is embroidered with dark golden stars. This man is Qiu Yuanfeng, the master of Taichu Temple.
The purple-clothed disciples were cut open like a river, and only four disciples were seen carrying a bamboo sedan on their shoulders, with an old man with a gray beard sitting on it. Everyone looked around and saw that the old man had a rosy complexion and a strong look, but one of his legs was cut off at the knee level.
Qi Yunke and others were stunned, and they all stepped forward to hold the junior ceremony and said: "Uncle Cang Qiong."
Master Fa Kong and Master Jingyuan also came forward to pay their respects.
"We said goodbye back then, and I don't want to see Taoist Master Cang Qiong again in my lifetime." Master Fa Kong said with emotion.
Cang Qiongzi said with a smile on his face: "The old Taoist was plotted by the demon sect's thieves and had to amputate his legs. I thought he would be miserable for the rest of his life. Fortunately, my nephew has a promising future and is here to join in the fun. Sect Leader Qi will not disappoint him."
Cang Qiongzi is the only elder of the six sects left, how could Qi Yunke say no.
Cang Qiongzi was very satisfied and raised his head and said, "My nephew Yuanfeng, please strike the gong first."
Qiu Yuanfeng bowed and accepted the order, seemingly casually waving his palm upwards. The giant black iron gong sounded like it had been struck several times with an iron hammer. It made four clanging sounds at once. There was an uproar around him, and Cang Qiongzi was especially proud. .
"This, this, this, this is the Ziyang Divine Art, the secret skill of Taichu Guan! One palm moves four breaths, spinning back and forth, endlessly, it is indeed a combination of hardness and softness, full of domineering power!"
"...Since you can be strong and soft at the same time, how can you be domineering?"
"Don't make trouble! Anyway, I think Guanzhu Qiu's magical skills are as incredible as those of Cai Pingshu back then!"
"No wonder Taichu Guan's momentum has skyrocketed in recent years, and it is about to surpass Guangtianmen..."
"Shh, don't talk nonsense. There are many disciples of Guangtian Clan, don't let others hear it!"
This time it was Song Shijun's turn to look ugly.
Although Cai Pingchun's attack just now was powerful, he believed that it was not difficult to do it. However, Qiu Yuanfeng's skill was very important, and he was not sure whether he could do it against Song Shijun.
Yang Heying saw that Song Shijun's expression was not good, and immediately said loudly: "Brother Yuanfeng, what a big battle, today is the anniversary of the death of our ancestor, and we are not fighting against the demon sect. Who are you bringing this big group of people to scare?" Woolen cloth!"
Everyone looked and saw that Taichu Temple brought more disciples than other sects. Some of these disciples were holding brocade boxes, carrying brocade bundles on their shoulders, or flying flags... the formation was extremely grand.
Qiu Yuanfeng would not take Yang Heying seriously and said with a smile: "The two hundredth anniversary of the death of our ancestor is rare. Everyone in Taichu Temple wants to show some filial piety to their ancestor. I saw how sincere they were, so I brought a few more over. .What's the matter, Sect Master Qi, Qingque Sect won't be able to tolerate my disciples, right?"
Qi Yunke was unhappy and said seriously: "Qingque Sect can naturally accommodate it, but Muwei Palace cannot accommodate it. Many disciples will have to stay outside when the memorial ceremony is held in Chaoyang Main Hall later."
"That's okay." Qiu Yuanfeng said nonchalantly.
Song Shijun snorted heavily: "Since you know that the two hundredth anniversary of my ancestor's death is rare, why do you have to wait until the last moment to arrive? It is inevitable that people will guess that you are deliberately neglecting!"
Qiu Yuanfeng seemed to be waiting for these words. He laughed and said to the back: "Second Senior Brother, bring it up."
I saw a polite, middle-aged Taoist priest slowly stepping forward and offering a mahogany box in his hand.
Cai Zhaoqing asked: "Is he ordering his senior brother?" Wouldn't it be more appropriate to ask a disciple to do this kind of thing?
Chang Ning glanced at the middle-aged Taoist priest and said, "This man's name is Wang Yuanjing. He is the second disciple of the late old temple master Cang Huanzi of Taichu Temple. Qiu Yuanfeng is the third disciple. The one with broken leg Cang Qiongzi is the old temple master's. Junior brother."
Cai Zhao frowned: "What about the eldest disciple of Old Temple Master Cang Huan?"
"He died at the hands of the demon sect elders twenty years ago." Chang Ning looked downcast.
The Fan Xing family couldn't help but said: "I heard Master Lei say that the great warrior Wu Yuanying, the first disciple of Canghuan Taoist Priest, was also a popular figure in the world. Not only was he superb in martial arts, he was also unparalleled in his righteousness and heroism. Master Lei He said that he loved to take his junior brothers and carry huge wine jars to the mountains and rivers to come and drink with everyone, alas..."
Cai Zhao sighed, and then said: "Master Lei is not coming out today? Master Li from the outer sect is here."
Fan Xing's family was in a low mood: "Master has invited him many times. Master Lei said he looks like a loser and will not come out to embarrass the sect."
While talking, Wang Yuanjing had placed the mahogany box on the open space in the middle. Song Shijun frowned: "What is this?"
Qiu Yuanfeng waved his hand: "Second Senior Brother, you don't have to be so cautious. Just open it for everyone to see."
A young and handsome Taoist priest next to Wang Yuanjing showed anger. He seemed to want to refute Qiu Yuanfeng's disrespectful behavior, but Wang Yuanjing pushed him back. Then Wang Yuanjing personally stepped forward to open the mahogany box.
Everyone looked at it, and then exclaimed again and again - it turned out that there was a ferocious human head with hair and beard spread out in the box!
Cai Zhao was also startled, covering his mouth and not daring to speak.
Chang Ning thought that she had never seen a dead person before, and couldn't help but feel pity for her. However, Mr. Chang's way of caring for the girl was different. He neither comforted her with soft words, nor stood up in front of the girl, but spoke seriously to Cai Zhao's ear. Said: "Don't be afraid, dead people will not harm you, in fact, living people are scary."
Not surprisingly, Cai Zhao glared back: "Thank you, senior brother, for informing me!" After speaking, he turned away heavily.
Fan Xingjia silently expressed respect to Chang Ning.
"Who is this?!" Zhou Zhizhen rarely lost his composure, "Uncle Cang Qiong, today is the death anniversary of our ancestor, what does Brother Qiu mean by this!"
Cang Qiongzi waved his hand nonchalantly: "The old Taoist no longer cares about worldly matters. Now Yuan Feng is the master of the temple, and everything is decided by him." Even so, the expression on his face was obviously very contented.
Qiu Yuanfeng looked at Song Shijun's extremely ugly face and said slowly: "Brother Zhou doesn't recognize this person, but Brother Song must recognize him - this person is Sima An, the leader of Leigong Village."
Leigong Village is a large-scale village located within Guangtianmen's sphere of influence. It manages a remote dense forest and has a reputation in the world. Sima An is the new leader of Leigong Village. He is not only good at martial arts, but also good at managing people.
As soon as Qiu Yuanfeng said this, everyone was even more puzzled.
Song Shijun took a step forward slowly: "What does Qiu Guanzhu mean?" Of course he knew this person. When he celebrated his birthday last year, Sima An personally came to Guangtianmen to give him a heavy gift.
Qiu Yuanfeng smiled slightly and meant something: "My ancestor took it as his own duty to eliminate violence and bring peace to the people. Today I am bringing this man's head to pay homage to my ancestor's spirit in heaven!"
Song Shijun's pupils shrank sharply.
Yang Heying took a step forward: "Leigong Village is located within the jurisdiction of Guangtianmen. Even if there is something wrong with Sima An, it is Brother Song who should arbitrate. Why should you, Taichu, watch!"
"I'm afraid I can't wait any longer." Qiu Yuanfeng said with a strange expression.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Qi Yunke stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Brother Yuan Feng might as well tell you what exactly Sima An has committed."
Qiu Yuanfeng lifted up his robe and stepped forward slowly. He put on a show of dignity and said, "The original surname of Lei Gong Village was Lei. The old master of Lei Gong Village adopted Sima An many years ago. Seeing that his aptitude was not bad, he used his martial arts skills to I gave him all my money. When he grew up and saw that he was more talented than his own son, he simply passed him the position of village master and betrothed his beloved daughter to him. Who would have thought that this wolf-hearted thing, seeing the beauty of the daughter-in-law of the old village master Lei, would actually give birth to a child? The heart of occupying! This beast first designed to cause the son of the old village master Lei to fall off the cliff and die, and then gave Miss Lei a poison that would not heal for a long time. If Taichu Guan left for another day and midnight, I am afraid that the old village master Lei would also Something unexpected happened.”
Everyone sighed after hearing the story of the Zhongshan Wolf. Yang Heying even thought to herself, "No adopted son is as reliable as a biological son." He glanced at Cai Pingchun beside him and insinuated that only someone as unscrupulous as Luoyinggu would treat this... A son-in-law is one of his own.
In the midst of the discussion, Song Shijun said solemnly: "I don't know anything about these things."
Qiu Yuanfeng smiled and said: "Hahaha, actually someone has complained. The daughter-in-law of the old village master Lei was quite resourceful. Seeing that the whole village was controlled by Sima An, she gave in to her and sent out her confidant maids to find reinforcements - -However, the Guangtian Clan family has a great cause, and the children in the family are also very angry, so they did not pay attention to that little maid in ragged clothes. It is said that they did not allow anyone to argue, so they kicked her out on the spot."
"Then the little maid was met by people from Taichu Temple?" Song Shijun's expression was extremely gloomy.
"Not bad." Qiu Yuanfeng couldn't hide his pride, "Fortunately, there is finally someone who can uphold justice for the Lei family."
Cang Qiongzi said at the right time: "It's only the nephew Yuanfeng's determination that can save the Lei family's father and daughter."
After the whole story was revealed, everyone in the Taichu Temple was very proud, while the Guangtianmen's hall turned black and their faces were full of bad luck.
There was silence in the field, and everyone knew that Guangtianmen was in great disgrace.
In such a situation, it is difficult for Qi Yunke to judge.
First, Taichu Guan has indeed crossed the line.
Second, Taichu Guan did save the Lei family.
Thirdly, if Qiu Yuanfeng is praised for his good work, Guangtianmen and Song Shijun will not lose face.
Fourth, if you blame Qiu Yuanfeng, it will be inconsistent with your feelings.
fifth,……
