The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 292 The situation is tense
On the mountainside, on a three-meter-high stone, the three thick ink characters "Jie Jian Chi" are written on it, looking weathered, simple and ancient, and dotted with grass-green moss.

The hundred-meter-tall Welcoming Pine stretches its upright figure, rooted in the rocks. Its huge canopy blocks the wind, frost, rain and snow. A pavilion stands beside it, full of poetic and picturesque beauty.

"You have come from afar, why are you here?"

Song Yuanqiao, who came hurriedly, bowed, looked around, and asked very politely.

"Master Song, today is Master Zhang's 100th birthday, and we are here to celebrate."

He Taichong of Kunlun School came forward, stroking his thick beard, with a fake smile. As for the excuse he made up, it didn't matter whether it was real or not, after all, today was Master Zhang's 100th birthday.

Using this as an excuse, the Wudang Sect could not just sit there and do nothing; they had to go up to Wudang Mountain.

"It is our master's 100th birthday. Our Wudang sect is only holding a small celebration. We are not worthy of such a generous gift from you all. Please go back!"

Song Yuanqiao clenched his fists tightly, his face looking a little ugly, and a surge of anger rushed to his head.

No advance notice was given when sending the visiting invitation. It was very unusual that all the major martial arts sects were now visiting Wudang Sect. It must be a conspiracy. Song Yuanqiao could only try his best to refuse in order to avoid causing trouble.

"Master Zhang is highly respected and has a noble character. How can we miss his 100th birthday?"

"Yes, yes, Master Zhang has been exorcising demons and clearing away harm for the martial arts world. Such behavior is very admirable, and we would like to send our blessings."

"As Master Zhang's eldest disciple, Mr. Song, you won't stop us from celebrating his birthday, right?"

Looking at the people from the Wudang sect standing in front of them, many people from the martial arts world were talking to each other, clamoring and flattering each other as if they were free, and they suddenly stopped Song Yuanqiao and others.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Song Yuanqiao pressed his hands down, looking embarrassed. After thinking for a moment, he said, "This is the Sword-Unlocking Pond. If you want to go up the mountain to celebrate the birthday, please leave your sword here."

Faced with the heroes of the martial arts world, the somewhat pedantic Song Yuanqiao had to compromise. The martial arts world is not about fighting and killing, but about the ways of the world.

"This……"

Many people looked at each other, and no one was willing to step forward. For a moment, both sides were in a stalemate.

"Qingdi City congratulates Master Zhang on his 100th birthday and presents him with a silk robe made of heavenly silk, a bottle of Pure Yang Pill, and a third-grade spiritual plant..."

At this moment, at Shen Yuanliang's signal, Dongmei walked forward with a gift box in her hand, breaking the slightly stiff atmosphere.

Shen Yuanliang admired Zhang Sanfeng very much, both for his character and his martial arts skills. If there was a chance, it would be nice to sit down and discuss martial arts with him.

"Qingdi City?"

After hearing these three words, there was silence under the welcoming pine tree. After a long while, Song Yuanqiao came to his senses, looked at Shen Yuanliang, and said with a bow, "Meetings, City Lord Shen."

"this way please!"

Song Yuanqiao accepted Shen Yuanliang's gift and gestured with his hand, a hint of joy appearing in his eyes.

Whether it is a bad guest or a distinguished guest, it is clear at this moment!
Under the intimidation of the Green Emperor Shen Yuanliang, the people from the martial arts world who came to "celebrate his birthday" suddenly behaved well, presented gifts, took off their weapons, and came forward in a mighty force.

The sun was at its highest point in the sky, casting its rays of light as warm as the sun. It made people feel warm, but it could not dispel the gloom in the hearts of the Wudang disciples.

"Amitabha!" Master Kongwen, among a group of bald monks, twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand. Under the gaze of everyone, his face was solemn: "It is Master Zhang's 100th birthday. Please let Zhang Wuxia show up to see him."

"Master, my fifth junior brother has been missing for many years. The Wudang Sect has searched all over the nine provinces but can't find any trace of him. Please don't joke with me."

Mo Shenggu frowned and said with an unhappy look.

Today is the master's 100th birthday. Zhang Cuishan disappeared ten years ago. This matter is a thorn in the hearts of Zhang Sanfeng and the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and it is not appropriate to bring it up at this moment.

"The Seven Heroes of Wudang respect their teachers and are kind, righteous, filial and brotherly. The whole martial arts world can see this."

"On the occasion of Master Zhang's 100th birthday, even if Zhang Wuxia is thousands of miles away, he will return to Wudang Mountain to celebrate. Master Song, there is no need to hide it. We just want to know the news of the Golden Lion King."

Dressed in a Taoist robe and holding the sword of Heaven, Master Miejue of the Emei sect spoke eloquently and for a while she was the talk of the town.

Due to strange changes in Kyushu, the small Mount Emei was crowded with Taoist temples and Buddhist temples. The Emei Sect fell from the top six sects to a third-rate sect. For this reason, Master Miejue was in urgent need of uncovering the secret of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber in order to expand the Emei Sect.

"Everyone, looking for the Golden Lion King Xie Xun has nothing to do with our Wudang Sect, and it has nothing to do with my fifth brother."

Yu Lianzhou's face was stiff, and he was very unhappy. He suppressed his unhappiness and said coldly: "Today is my master's 100th birthday. Please don't make things unpleasant."

After a combination of soft and hard tactics, many people backed down, but even more people did not give face to the Wudang Sect. After all, they came here for this purpose, and the treasures were so tempting!
"The Golden Lion King has brought disaster to the martial arts world and killed countless people. He is a great scourge to the martial arts world. We ask the Wudang Sect to uphold justice for us and eliminate the evil."

"In the past, the Golden Lion King Xie Xun killed and burned people everywhere, and Kongtong Sect, Shaolin Temple and other places suffered greatly from him. Now only Zhang Wuxia knows about him. Please tell us, we will be grateful."

"Zhang Wuxia, please come out. We only want to know the information about the evil villain Xie Xun and will not make things difficult for you."

One after another, the people in the martial arts world told their own "stories". They were all family members and friends of the people who were killed by the former Golden Lion King Xie Xun. At this moment, they only wanted revenge.

"Buzz!"

When Song Yuanqiao and others were in trouble, Zhang Sanfeng, who had white hair and beard and a youthful face, holding a whisk, took a step up a hundred feet and suddenly appeared on the golden roof.

The overwhelming pressure spread out in circles like mercury pouring out of the ground. Almost all the people in the martial arts world were overwhelmed and felt uneasy, with cold sweat on their foreheads.

It was not until this time that everyone remembered that Zhang Sanfeng was a ruthless man who had swept the martial arts world for sixty years and killed people in fear.

For a moment, the scene was exceptionally harmonious!
"Da da!"

The sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and a plump, beautiful young woman came in from a distance, carrying a ten-year-old boy in a very embarrassed manner.

With a "thump", the two men knelt down. The ten-year-old boy knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, crying out in a mournful voice: "Grandmaster, I am Zhang Wuji, the son of Zhang Cuishan. Please save my father, he has been captured by the bad guys."

"Cui Shan? Wu Ji?"

Zhang Sanfeng was very excited when he suddenly heard the name that had disappeared for ten years. He grabbed Zhang Wuji's sleeve and asked, "Are you Zhang Wuji, the son of Cuishan?"

"Yes, Master."

Zhang Wuji nodded, his eyes red, and then he pulled Yin Susu's arm: "This is my mother!"

(End of this chapter)