Chapter 157: Sword Demon Uncle Feng Zhong!

The King Kong Temple in Nanhe Province is a first-class sect in China, a leading figure in Buddhism, this Huitong is the chief monk of the Chuangong Hall of the King Kong Temple, a seventh-rank martial artist, Emei can invite him, and the King Kong Temple is already very respectful up.

"Little brother is interesting. This Ruixue Piaoxiang is different from those ordinary teas. One cup is enough, and drinking more will have no effect." Hui Tong said to Su Hang.

Su Hang laughed dryly, is he too stupid?

But thinking about the state just now, it's really cool. If you can do it a few more times, your skill will definitely make greater progress.

Hui Tong looked at Su Hang meaningfully, "However, I don't think this little brother has made much progress in his realm."

Because Su Hang and Xue Xuan were sitting together, Hui Tong paid special attention to Su Hang. Others had made more or less progress in their realms, but Su Hang hadn't made any progress at all. It stands to reason that he started It is the realm of a ninth-rank peak martial artist. After drinking this cup of tea and staying in meditation for so long, there should be another 70% to 80% hope of breaking through to the realm of a martial artist.

Asked about the extraordinary efficacy of tea, but it was not obvious to Su Hang. Is this little guy too low in talent? It seems impossible, at this age, can reach the realm of ninth-rank martial arts, can the talent be low?

Therefore, Huitong has doubts.

After hearing this, Su Hang said, "Master's eyes are like torches, this tea is very good, but it's a pity that I'm too dull."

When Hui Tong heard this, he just smiled and didn't say any more, and turned to Xue Xuan, "Miss Xue, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"That's right, the last time I saw the master was when my father went to the King Kong Temple to pay homage to the Buddha. I think it has been more than three years since I came here." Xue Xuan said politely.

Huitong nodded slightly, "Three years ago, your father borrowed three scriptures from the Sutra Library Pavilion of our temple. He once said to borrow them for one year, but now it has been three years."

Su Hang heard it from the side, couldn't help being happy, and glanced at Xue Xuan, her face was also a little embarrassed, the fat monk's words were too funny, Su Hang thought he was reminiscing with Xue Xuan, but he didn't think it was debt collection.

Xue Xuan's father borrowed something and did not return it, but he didn't know what scriptures he borrowed, and it was worth Huitong asking for it here.

"It's not that I'm stingy, the monk. Those three volumes of scriptures were written by my patriarch. They are really precious, and there is no copy in the temple. It has been three years, and your father has not returned the scriptures. Today, I happened to meet Xue Miss, Monk, I just have to have the cheek to ask." The fat monk doesn't blush and his heart doesn't beat, he typically says what's on his mind, and he's not afraid of offending people with inappropriate words.

Xue Xuan smiled awkwardly, "Master, don't worry, I will remind my father about this matter, my father has a lot of things, maybe he forgot, master, don't take offense."

"That's very good, please trouble Miss Xue." The fat monk said contentedly, "There are a lot of young talents here today. This year's tea party will be more lively than before. But, why didn't the Qingyun sect come?"

"Master has been cultivating in Jingang Temple all the year round, so I don't know much about the situation in Sichuan. Qingyun and Emei have not been in harmony in the past two years. Even if Emei wants to invite you, Qingyun may not come. Besides, it's just It's just a tea party." Xue Xuan said.

The fat monk nodded slightly and didn't say any more.

At the Emei Tea Party, tasting tea is just a pretext, and discussing Taoism is the main show. Seeing everyone sober, Master Qingjing cleared his throat too, "We are here today. There are many seniors, and more talents in the younger generation. Everyone sits and discusses Taoism. If there is any confusion, you can speak it out, learn from each other's strengths, and hope to speak freely!"

As soon as the voice fell, the square immediately became noisy, and many young juniors began to ask questions, which were answered by senior seniors, or seniors discussed with each other.

Express your views, you convince me, I convince you, if both are not convinced, simply stand up and fight, Su Hang has learned what is called discussion, and this trip to Emei is worthwhile, although I am just a spectator, He didn't speak once, but he also gained a lot from the fierce debate among the crowd.

There is a Shuangjianmen in Jianmenguan, and a medium-sized sect in Sichuan was also invited. Because of the question of whether the sword in the left hand is stronger or the sword in the right, the left and right factions of the Shuangjianmen had a dispute. A disciple was sent out and a battle started in the center of the square.

Swords come and go, the fight is very joyous.

Su Hang was very speechless in his heart, they all belonged to the same line, why did they have to decide who was superior? There is no conflict between the left hand and the right hand. Since it is a double sword gate, it is a big deal to practice the two swordsmanship together.

What argument? That is to find a high-sounding reason to fight.

Su Hang glanced around, fortunately, none of the people present had trouble with him, the only one was the Sima family, but the Sima family didn't know what Su Hang had done, and it was impossible to find him.

It seems to be good to be a calm bystander and watch others compare.

"Everyone, it's quite lively!"

The two people from Shuangjianmen were fighting happily, when a voice sounded suddenly, like thunder on the ground, as if someone shouted in the ear, which made people's eardrums hurt.

Everyone paused for a moment, including the two disciples of Shuangjianmen, who immediately stopped fighting, followed the prestige, and saw an old man in gray robe standing beside the square, followed by two young people.

This old man is thin but tall, at least 1.8 meters tall, standing against the wind, like a pine tree, with fluttering gray hair, his clothes fluttering in the mountain wind, calm face, deep eyes, if you don't see it with your own eyes It is likely that very few people will discover his existence.

Behind them are two young men, standing with their heads held high, with sharp eyes, completely different from the old man's introversion, these two men show their sharpness, like the two long swords behind the old man.

Seeing the old man, Master Qing Jing stood up abruptly, "What are you doing here?"

The voice was very stern, and seemed to have a bit of disgust. Suhang pulled out the system and scanned it. As expected, he couldn't scan the old man's information, and he didn't know where the old man came from, but it seemed that the visitor was not kind. .

"Such a grand event, how can I miss someone Xiao? Quiet, I haven't seen you for eight years, your temper is still so aggressive, it hasn't changed at all, old friends come to the door, is it possible that you want to reject the door?" The old man gently Shaking his head, his tone was indifferent, as if an old friend was reminiscing about the past, and he walked slowly towards the field.

The atmosphere in the field froze for a moment.

"One of the two masters in Sichuan, Uncle Zhong Feng, the sword demon." Xue Xuan whispered in Su Hang's ear.

"Sword Demon?"

When Su Hang heard it, his heart skipped a beat. He had heard Xue Qi mention it before. Uncle Zhongfeng, the sword demon, is one of the two masters in Sichuan. Famous for his Eighteenth Route Overlord Sword, he looks gentle on the surface, but is actually cruel and ruthless. He has many vicious reputations in the world.

"Why did he come here?" Listening to Xue Xuan talking about this person, Su Hang couldn't help but take a look at the old man. If a master of the innate Wuzong realm came to make trouble, the sum of all the people present might not be the same. opponent.

Even if a master of the Martial Ancestor Realm is only a first-rank Martial Ancestor, there is almost no suspense in defeating ten ninth-rank martial masters head-on. In the entire Emei Sect, there are only two ninth-rank martial masters present. , and there are only two of them. Due to the extreme disadvantage, it is no wonder that everyone will look like they are facing a big enemy.

"The grievances between Uncle Feng Zhong and the Emei Sect can be traced back to more than 80 years ago. When he was young, Uncle Feng Zhong and the real teacher Qin Xin of Emei's previous generation met in Jianghu and had a very good relationship. Later, for some reason, they turned against each other. Qin Xin Zhenren worshiped Emei and joined the Shamen. Uncle Feng Zhong's temperament also changed drastically. He caused many disturbances in the rivers and lakes. He didn't return to Qipanshan until he achieved the realm of Wuzong. The name is fierce, the long sword in his hand is stained with countless blood, and the older generation of warriors mentioned Uncle Feng Zhong's name, most of them are afraid." Xue Xuan explained to Su Hang in a low voice.

"More than eighty years ago, it's really a long time ago." Su Hang was stunned, and couldn't help but feel a little nasty, "This Uncle Feng Zhong, and real Qin Xin couldn't be bothered because of emotional problems, right?"

Xue Xuan pursed her lips and smiled when she heard this, "You can just say this in front of me, but don't mention it in front of everyone in the Emei Sect, otherwise, you won't have any good fruit to eat."