The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Chapter 119: Shaolin Arrives, Danger Arrives (3/3)

"Miss Yang, let's go too."

"Ah."

Afterwards, Han Chen and the woman in the yellow shirt walked side by side, and Song Yuanqiao and other five heroes were at the end. They walked out of the Zhenwu Hall~ and walked towards Zhaishan Xiaozhu.

Outside the Zhenwu Hall, the bright moon hung high, and the words of Zhang Sanfeng and Han Chen came.

"After the fasting meal, the old Taoist will practice Zen and enlightenment with Head Han."

"Han is very happy to be able to learn from real people."

After they finished speaking, they laughed in unison.

Hearty laughter echoed under the starry sky.

They talked as they walked, and they hit it off very much, and they felt like seeing each other late.

Song Yuanqiao and others followed behind. Seeing that the two masters were so harmonious, they also let out a sigh of relief in their hearts. They thought to themselves that the matter of joining hands to fight against the enemy would be a complete success, and the only thing missing was Shaolin's attitude.

I used vegetarian dishes and rice in Zhaishan Xiaozhu, and it was getting late.

The woman in the yellow shirt went back to her room to rest.

However, Han Chen came to Xuanyue Peak and sat with Zhang Sanfeng under the moon, blowing the cool night wind, looking at the distant starry sky, and the two started talking about Zen tea.

This conversation, the general trend of the world, the essence of martial arts, can be said to be all-encompassing and talk about everything.

Han Chen gained a lot and learned a lot, and it didn't end until late at night.

The next morning.

Han Chen and the woman in the yellow shirt had breakfast together, and then, under the leadership of Xiao Daotong, they visited the scenery of Wudang at will.

……

at this time!

Wudang Mountain, thirty miles away, apricot forest.

The warm morning light shines on the ancient road, and wild apricot trees grow on both sides of the road. In the long spring, the trees are full of flowers, like white snow.

stomping on...

Two rows of Shaolin monks wearing gray robes, straw shoes and white socks walked slowly through the apricot forest with tired steps towards Wudang Mountain not far away.

"Come on, Wudang Mountain is close at hand, don't let people underestimate me, Shaolin."

"Yes, Abbot."

At the front of the two rows of Shaolin monks, an old monk in a golden cassock, seeing the listlessness of the disciples, immediately reminded the disciples loudly that the disciples muster up their spirits.

This old monk is the abbot of Shaolin, Kong Wen heard.

On the same day, during the battle of Kunlun, he had his hands crippled by Han Chen. This time he personally led his disciples to Wudang, with his hands tucked into his sleeves all the way, so he couldn't easily show it to others, which was a great shame and humiliation.

"Nephew Kongwen, how far is it from Wudang Mountain?"

When Kong Wen led his disciples to march, an old voice came from behind.

Instantly, Kong Wen's expression became respectful.

Turning around, walked to the middle of the team, and cautiously replied: "Uncle Du'er, thirty miles ahead, there will be Wudang Mountain."

In the middle of the team, a gray-haired, haggard old man nodded slowly after hearing Abbot Kongwen's answer, clasped his hands together, and whispered the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, good, good."

This old man is one of the three great monks in Shaolin, Du E!

Du'e's right eye has long since rotted and sunken, and he can't see.

The depth of internal strength has reached an unbelievable level!

He sat on a wicker chair.The rattan chair was framed by four long bamboos and carried on the shoulders of four monks.

Behind Du E, there were two wicker chairs.

Sitting on the chairs were two old Shaolin monks, they were his two juniors, Du Nan and Du Jie, they closed their eyes to rest their minds all the way, and then slowly opened their eyes at this moment when they heard Du E's words.

"A hundred years ago, Zhang Sanfeng was just a disciple of my Shaolin handyman. Now, the Wudang sect is resounding all over the world, and it can already rival Shaolin." Du Nan said with a rather ugly expression.

It is well known that Zhang Sanfeng was born in Shaolin.

Du Jie shook his head and sighed, and said: "In the past few months, my Shaolin has been repeatedly attacked by rebels. In order to keep Shaolin, we have to condescend to visit Wudang, Amitabha, good, good!"

The vitality of Shaolin Temple has been seriously injured, and it is no longer what it used to be.

Du E, the leader of the three crossings, said at this time: "My century-old Shaolin Temple, the majesty cannot be lightly lost. When I see Zhang Sanfeng later, I must not lose my momentum!"

"Brother reminded me."

"It makes sense."

Hearing Du E's words, Du Jie and Du Nan nodded.

As the highest seniority and highest cultivation powerhouses in Shaolin Temple, they have their pride.

This pride cannot be discarded.

Abbot Kongwen stepped forward, heard the words of the three master uncles, and thought that Shaolin Temple was so weak that it was all because of the Kunlun battle that day, and the culprit was Han Chen.

"Han Chen!"

Thinking of this name from the bottom of his heart, thinking of the deformed hands in his sleeves, and the tragic death of all the juniors, Kong Wen's eyes were full of hatred and brilliance.

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Soon, Shaolin and his party set foot on the main road, and after walking out of the apricot forest, their speed became much faster.

For Shaolin masters, thirty miles is not too far.

In less than an hour, they arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

While being welcomed by the Wudang sect, Kong Wen led a group of disciples, carried three uncles, and stepped up Wudang Mountain together, and soon arrived at the Zhenwu Hall.

……

After Shaolin Temple left, Xingzi Forest returned to peace.

However, two hours later.

Rumble!

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder, and thousands of horses neighed, trampling the ground fiercely.

"stop!"

General Temur, wearing a black iron battle suit, was riding on a bay red horse. He suddenly raised his right hand and ordered the Mongolian army to stop.

rhythm -

The eight thousand cavalry tightened their reins at the same time, and the steed stood up, and stopped running wildly.

The brigade of elite infantry behind the cavalry also stopped their attack in an instant, and lined up neatly, ten thousand armored lions, with a solemn appearance.

At this moment, in the apricot forest.

The Mongolian army was displayed, full of murderous aura, colorful falling flowers and falling petals, full of suffocating chill.

"My lord has ordered that this time to encircle and suppress Wudang Mountain, we must kill them all, and uproot these chaotic parties in one fell swoop!"

General Temur rode on a horse, looked at the [-] troops in front of him, and ordered in a cold voice in Mongolian, "When you arrive at Wudang Mountain, pay attention to my orders, and charge up together, no matter what you shoot, it will be razed to the ground!"

"Kill or kill!"

"Razed to the ground!"

Eight thousand Mongolian cavalry and ten thousand elite infantry shouted loudly.

The sound shook the whole field and went straight to the sky, and the military might was enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

"Let's go!"

General Temur waved his hand and rushed out on horseback first.

Rumbling--

Eight thousand iron cavalry followed closely behind, their iron hooves were like rolling thunder, rumbling endlessly, and the whole land was crumbling.

Ten thousand elite infantry ran in order, following behind the cavalry, always keeping a short distance.

With such a huge force, it would be effortless to encircle and suppress a sect.

Chapter 120: The Shaolin Sect Who Killed (1/3)

Wudang Mountain.

The bluestone road leading to Zhenwu Hall.

"Abbot Kongwen, my master has been waiting in the hall for a long time."

Song Yuanqiao stood in the middle of the road, looked at the Shaolin eminent monks walking in pairs, clasped his hands and smiled, and said to the leading Abbot Kongwen.

"Amitabha, Song Daxia, I'm sorry."

Kong Wen was wearing cassock, standing in front of the Shaolin team, and saluted Song Yuanqiao.

"Master Abbot, please follow me."

Song Yuanqiao smiled slightly, turned around and led the way.

The moment he turned around, Song Yuanqiao, with sharp eyes, saw the three old men sitting on wicker chairs among the Shaolin team, his expression changed, he thought about it, and immediately stopped thinking, and continued to lead the way.

"it is good!"

Abbot Kongwen nodded and followed Song Yuanqiao to the front.

"Zero Four Three" soon, a group of people came to the Zhenwu Hall.

"Master Abbot, come in quickly."