Everyone in the field turned their heads to look. Xuan Cheng and the others' eyes were full of fear, while the group of black-clothed people's eyes were filled with confusion. The voice had appeared abruptly, as if someone had been nearby all along, but no one had noticed before.
Even Song Qingshu looked in that direction with a serious expression. Just now, he had to take care of Ren Yingying and deal with Xuzhu's moves, so his attention was somewhat distracted. Even so, there were very few people in Jianghu who could approach so silently. Who was this person?
Thus, dozens of pairs of eyes in the field looked in the direction of the voice. They saw that the newcomer was tall and had silver hair. His face was ruddy and smooth, and his eyebrows were kind. He looked like an immortal. Unfortunately, the green Taoist robe on his body was extremely dirty, which ruined his image.
"This person …" Song Qingshu's expression changed because he felt an inexplicable feeling of respect and awe rising in his heart. He seemed to vaguely know this person from the depths of his memory.
Master Fang Zheng was also surprised. He hurriedly stepped forward and greeted, "Fang Zheng greets Master Zhang of Wudang."
As soon as Fang Zheng said this, everyone in the field could not help but gasp. It should be known that Zhang Sanfeng was like a living immortal in Jianghu. Decades ago, he had been in seclusion on Mount Wudang. Usually, the affairs of Wudang were handled by a few disciples. Therefore, most people in Jianghu had only heard of his name, but had never seen him.
"This slovenly Taoist is Zhang Sanfeng?" Many people in the field, including Zuo Lenchan, subconsciously did not believe it.
In terms of seniority, Zhang SanFeng could be said to be a figure of the same generation as many of the current Great Grandmasters. In those days, he was willful and carefree, slovenly and unkempt. When he was in the prime of his life, people in the Jianghu called him the "Slovenly Taoist" behind his back. There were also people who called him "Sloppy Zhang". Calculating this period of time, it had already been decades since then. Therefore, even someone of Zuo Leng Chan's status could not help but associate this Slovenly Taoist with Zhang SanFeng.
The reason why Fang Zheng recognized him was because ten years ago, in order to cure the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body, Zhang Sanfeng went alone to Shaolin Temple to ask for the "Nine Yang Divine Skill". At that time, the entire Shaolin Temple did not know why he came. They thought he came to pick a fight, so they secretly mobilized all the masters in the temple to ambush in case of an emergency. Fang Zheng was one of them.
"Zhang Sanfeng?" Xuan Cheng's eyes lit up, and his whole body's Real Qi suddenly surged up.
That year when Zhang Sanfeng paid a visit to the temple, Xuan Cheng was in the Sutra Depository and the two of them did not meet face to face. Afterwards, he heard that the entire Shaolin Temple was facing a formidable enemy, so he did not think much of it. By the time he came out of his seclusion, it was already too late.
At that time, he had successfully mastered the Thirteen Consummate Skills, which was unprecedented in the history of the Shaolin Temple. His heart was filled with complacency, and he felt that he was the best in the world. And because Zhang SanFeng had once "betrayed" Shaolin Temple, after he left the temple, the only opponent in his heart was Zhang SanFeng. Today, he finally saw the real Zhang SanFeng, how could he not be overflowing with fighting spirit?
"I'm just a few years older. There's no need to be so polite." Zhang SanFeng nodded slightly towards Fang Zheng. Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he glanced at Xuan Cheng, and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, "This Great Master's Divine Light is circulating around his body, and his Real Qi is moving according to his heart's desire. He has already reached the peak of perfection. Presumably, this is the Thirteen Ultimate Divine Monk of your esteemed temple, Great Master Xuan Cheng."
"Yes, it is me." Although Xuan Cheng wanted to challenge him, he did not dare to be disrespectful because of the other party's identity.
Although Zhang SanFeng praised Xuan Cheng, it was only because he had an easy-going personality, and it was not because he was shocked by Xuan Cheng's realm. It was not until his eyes fell on Xuzhu that he was really moved. "This little master … is amazing. The Shaolin Temple is really a crouching tiger and hidden dragon. I really admire you."
It was not because Xuzhu's Kung Fu was higher than Xuan Cheng's, but because Xuzhu was so young, it was really shocking for Zhang SanFeng to have such a cultivation. It should be known that righteous martial arts always paid attention to the foundation and paid attention to gradual progress. Therefore, the cultivation of the disciples in the sect was often slow. If Xuzhu was now 40 years old, Zhang SanFeng would not be so surprised, but he was only in his teens or twenties.
In the WuTang Sect, this age was equivalent to the third generation of disciples. However, when Zhang SanFeng looked around at his own disciples, none of them had reached Xuzhu's realm. Although Zhang Wuji had reached it, his cultivation did not originate from the WuTang Sect. Another disciple, Song Qingshu, was very popular in Jianghu in recent years, but Zhang SanFeng knew that although Song Qingshu's Kung Fu was good in the younger generation, it was absolutely impossible for him to reach this kind of reputation. He must have had a fortuitous encounter in these years. In fact, Song Qingshu's current cultivation had little to do with the WuTang Sect.
At Zhang SanFeng's current realm, he had no desire. If there was anything he wanted, it would be the inheritance of the sect's martial arts. The Shaolin Temple had always accused him of being a traitor of the Shaolin Temple. Although he did not get angry, there was inevitably a sense of injustice in his heart. Therefore, he secretly wanted to compete with the Shaolin Temple in terms of the inheritance of the sect. He thought that after a hundred years of hard work, especially in recent years, he had created the Tai Chi Fist and Tai Chi Sword. In terms of martial arts, he was not much worse than the Shaolin Temple.
Who would have thought that when he saw Xuzhu today, he would be an ordinary young monk from the Shaolin Temple.
To think that he could actually have this level of cultivation, Zhang SanFeng couldn't help but feel a little disheartened for a moment.
"Yingying greets Daoist Zhang." Ren Yingying gently pushed Song Qingshu away and respectfully bowed to Zhang SanFeng. She had heard her father comment on the masters of Jianghu. Zhang SanFeng was the most respected by Ren Woxing. Moreover, she had always admired Zhang SanFeng's prestige. Therefore, this bow was sincere. Song Qingshu did not stop her. After all, after the suppression of his True Qi, the cold poison in her body had been greatly reduced. It was not a big deal for her to leave for a while.
"Good, good, good. Little girl, please get up." Zhang SanFeng smiled and gently flicked his sleeve. Ren Yingying felt a soft force lift her up.
Before Ren Yingying had time to thank him, she heard Zhang SanFeng say with a smile, "Little girl, you called me the wrong way."
"Ah?" Ren Yingying was at a loss. She secretly thought, 'Could it be that father and Daoist Zhang have some kind of relationship?'
Zhang SanFeng smiled and said, "When I went down the mountain, I happened to hear Sect Leader Ren announcing to the world about your marriage with Qingshu. Therefore, you should call me Great Master."
"Ah!" Ren Yingying was immediately embarrassed. In her heart, she had never thought of Song QingShu as her fiancé, so she hadn't thought of this before. But in her heart, she wanted nothing more than for Song QingShu to die. How could she call him grand-master? But Zhang SanFeng was a person of virtue and prestige. She did not know how to refuse. For a moment, she stood there with a red face, not knowing what to do.
Zhang SanFeng did not know what she was thinking. He only thought that she was shy and did not care, "It is normal for a little girl to be shy. I am confused. Little girl, it is not too late to change the way you address me after you marry Qingshu."
Ren Yingying could not wait to find a hole to hide in. She could only vaguely agree.
"Let me take a look at the cold poison in your body first." Zhang SanFeng smiled warmly. He took a step and came to Ren Yingying's side. "Little girl, come, let me take your pulse."
In the distance, Xuan Cheng could not help but be secretly shocked. Just now, Zhang SanFeng's figure appeared next to Ren Yingying in a flash. He actually did not see it. How was this possible!
Song Qingshu secretly nodded. 'Zhang SanFeng is really worthy of being a Great Master. The cultivation that he inadvertently revealed can shock everyone.'
What he was more puzzled about was another matter. Zhang SanFeng had been in seclusion for decades. Everything in the sect was handled by a few disciples. Why did he personally go down the mountain this time?
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