After Huang Xiang succeeded to the throne, he changed his reign name to "Shenxiu".
Now it has been the 12th year of Shenxiu. The former pretty girl has been in high positions all year round and has already developed a solemn dignity.
Huang Xiang, who received the message from Wudang, immediately issued an imperial decree and fully cooperated with Wudang to hold the first martial arts conference.
When the corresponding news spread throughout the martial arts world, the name of the martial arts conference changed subtly among people's word of mouth, and more people called it... the Shengxian Conference.
Because almost everyone believed that the resident true immortal Zhang Sanfeng would accept his mantle as a disciple in this martial arts conference.
The rumors spread like wildfire, and even many people within Wudang believed them.
There were also some unconvinced voices.
After all, Cao Zhe prevented the Wudang inner sect from participating in the competition, and not everyone among the Wudang inner sect was qualified to truly worship under Cao Zhe.
Most of them can only be regarded as registered disciples.
There are also some disciples of Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and Yideng.
However, no matter who it is, they all want Cao Zhe's personal guidance and guidance.
That's almost the same as getting a pass to practice and become an immortal... at least for most people, that's what they think.
The New Year is over with noisy and restless people.
Just after the New Year, people in the martial arts world far away from Wudang have already said goodbye to their families and friends and embarked on the road to Wudang Mountain.
By February, the foothills of Wudang Mountain were once again crowded with travelers from all over the world.
Whether they are young and proud young warriors with angry horses and bright clothes, or those gray-haired old ghosts whose physical condition has declined, they all want to participate in this prosperous age and gamble on their luck and destiny.
Or the classic self-comfort...what if?
When too many people gather, a lot of disputes should arise.
But at the foot of Wudang Mountain, the dragon has to be coiled up and the tiger has to lie down.
No one can make mistakes.
At first some people didn't believe it and committed the crime against the wind.
Then he was taught a lesson by Wudang disciples!
Once that powerful exterior magic skill is revealed, how can an ordinary person in the world be an opponent?
When more people are taught a lesson, everyone will learn the lesson.
At least on the surface, I no longer act impulsively.
As for whether there is still a secret struggle behind the scenes... Wudang disciples can't control that much.
They are just following orders and maintaining order!
Time passes quietly amidst people's anxious waiting and expectation.
March 3rd is the birthday of Emperor Zhenwu.
The melodious sound of bells came from Wudang Mountain.
There seemed to be hundreds of thunder drums in the clouds, and they began to sound at the same time, shaking the surrounding areas.
Colorful flags spread from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.
Countless birds, holding flowers in their mouths, hovered in the air, forming the shape of a phoenix.
When the flowers were sprinkled, some people were trying to avoid the bird droppings that might come at the same time, but they found that even though the flock of birds was astonishingly large, none of them could not control their own sphincter at this time.
When the petals were falling, a Taoist stood in front of the mountain gate at the foot of Wudang Mountain and shouted in a high and steady voice: "Open the array... open the mountain gate!"
Accompanied by the roar of all beasts, the layers of clouds and mists in the Wudang Mountains shrouded in thick fog peeled away, revealing their lush true colors.
Those old and vigorous trees are entrenched on the stone road, but they are very discerning and avoid the main road. Instead, they use their thick crowns and branches to block part of the sun along the road.
The mottled light falls down and falls on the stone slabs with exquisite patterns, giving it a different kind of elegance.
Under the guidance of Wudang disciples, the crowd went up the mountain in batches. Smelling the abundant vitality in the mountains and forests, I felt that my internal energy was becoming more active, and I felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off my body.
"It is indeed a blessed land of immortals!" Many people in the Jianghu lamented, becoming more eager and yearning to stay here to practice martial arts.
On the left and right sides of the mountain road, there were already groups of monkeys and squirrels carrying baskets, waiting for a long time.
The baskets are mostly filled with fresh fruits, which can be enjoyed by those who are hungry and thirsty on the way up the mountain.
And those people in the martial arts world who were supposed to be rude, tried their best to restrain their malice and rudeness, but treated these friendly little animals carefully and seriously.
They have long heard that the animals on Wudang Mountain can be regarded as registered disciples of Master Zhang.
How dare you offend someone at will?
It seems that a certain kind of peaceful coexistence has been achieved between humans and animals at this time...
Perhaps peace itself requires half enlightenment and half deterrence.
At this time, the heads of various sects in the world have gathered in Zixiao Palace.
They came to watch the battle.
At the same time, it can also be regarded as a 'public judge', and occasionally guest commentators on the sidelines.
Specifically...it's useless.
In Cao Zhe's martial arts competition, who wins and who loses, who is first and who is second, will they get their turn?
To be honest, if it weren't for their status, they would really lose face. The heads of these various sects also wanted to participate in the martial arts conference and take a gamble to see if they would really be accepted as disciples by Master Zhang.
After all, they also want to become immortals!
The monkeys walked in wearing neat and clean Taoist robes and carrying fruit plates.
Every monkey seems to have been carefully groomed. There is no peculiar smell on the body, the hair is not messy, and the walk is very upright.
This surprised many people.
After all, these monkeys seemed too calm and relaxed.
Anyone who has watched monkey training knows that monkey nature is hard to change.
Even if he knew how to do some movements, he would still scratch his head and jump up and down.
But at this moment, the monkeys who entered the temple and offered fruits and melons all had dignified postures. They were quite similar to the unmoving Taoists who were guarding the temple around them.
"Abbot Tianhe! Do you think...this martial arts conference seems a bit...weird?" Cang Bi, the head of the Kongtong Sect, asked the bald monk beside him in a low voice.
This bald monk is the newly appointed abbot of Shaolin.
He and Cao Zhe once shared hardships together.
It's just that time has passed and when they meet again, their status and status are already very different.
Abbot Tianhe clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha! It is really good that all living beings are equal!"
Having said this is like saying nothing.
Cang Bi asked for a soft nail, then said no more, picked up a grape, rolled it in her hands, and kept scanning the monkeys with her eyes.
Quanzhen Sect headmaster Zhen Zhibing was also sitting at the banquet, but not many people greeted him.
He also exudes a smell that no strangers should enter.
There are rumors that Zhen Zhibing went to the mountain this time to avenge his shame.
He wants to challenge Zhenren Zhang again and regain his position as number one in the world.
Now that he looks like he is recharging his energy, this rumor seems to have some basis.
In addition to Shaolin, Kongtong, and Quanzhen, there are also famous sects such as Kunlun, Qingcheng, Beggar Clan, Xuejiabao, Ten Thousand Beast Villa, Dali Duan Clan, etc. waiting for the opening ceremony in the main hall.
As for Cao Zhe's delay in arriving, it didn't make anyone unhappy.
When almost more than half of the contestants entered Wudang Mountain, and most of them were entrenched in the giant martial arts arena halfway up the mountain.
Huang Xiang, the Empress of Dayue, also led a group of captains from the Zhenshan Division, walked into the Zixiao Palace heroically, and sat in the first seat on the left side of the main seat.
Many Jianghu leaders stood up to pay their respects.
At the same time, the bell rang again, and Wudang Mountain seemed to be obscured by thick fog again.
Only a ray of skylight seemed to be guided, flying from above the clouds, and landed straight on the martial arts field floating in the clouds.
