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“Mr. Chu, a kind-looking old Taoist priest has arrived outside. Yang Zuo and his men are dealing with him. They sent me to invite you.”
Li Mochou glanced at Song Yuanqiao, whose face was full of surprise.
"Master has arrived!"
Song Yuanqiao suddenly stood up.
"I have long admired Master Zhang, and I am finally able to meet him. Master Song, you may leave with your fellow disciples now."
Chu Yang walked out of the room with an expectant look on his face.
Song Yuanqiao followed closely behind, still somewhat incredulous. He hadn't expected Chu Yang to release them so readily, and hadn't made things difficult for them at all in the past two weeks.
Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan also heard the news and came out of their rooms one by one. They saw Chu Yang and Song Yuanqiao and followed them to the Ming Cult's main hall.
In the main hall.
A group of Wudang disciples who had been waiting at the foot of the mountain for more than half a month were glaring angrily at Yang Xiao and the other Ming Cult members.
Directly in front of them stood an elderly man with silver hair and beard, dressed in a blue Taoist robe.
As soon as Chu Yang stepped into the main hall, their eyes met.
Chapter 108. Speaking frankly before a true person, a small temple cannot contain a great Buddha [108 words, please continue reading]
108.
"Master!!!"
Mo Shenggu, the youngest of the six heroes of Wudang, was the first to shout out.
The others looked excited.
However, when they saw the relief in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, a wave of guilt washed over them.
"Master, I have disgraced you!"
Song Yuanqiao lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Haha, it's good to be alive. Don't let me, an old man, bury my young one like Cuishan did. That's the best thing. As for whether it's shameful or not, it doesn't matter at all."
Seeing that their faces were rosy and they didn't look injured, Zhang Sanfeng's expression immediately relaxed. He clasped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Chu Yang and said, "Thank you for your mercy, fellow Daoist!"
Chu Yang cupped his hands and smiled, "I have long admired Master Zhang, and today I am finally able to meet him."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said, "How dare I call myself a true master before a true master..."
These words shocked everyone present.
Even Ren Woxing, the leader of the Demonic Sect, and Dongfang Bubai were completely subdued by the old man!
He actually referred to the scholar opposite him as a "real person"!
Doesn't that mean...
This scholar in front of me is even more powerful than Zhang Sanfeng, who is almost the number one martial artist in the world!
The Wudang disciples, who had been so arrogant just moments before, were now filled with terror.
Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao exchanged a glance, their faces filled with surprise and delight. From this moment on, they were determined to make Chu Yang the leader of the Ming Cult.
"Master Zhang is indeed amazing..."
Chu Yang sighed, Zhang Sanfeng was the only person who could perceive his strength without ever fighting him, he was definitely a cultivator.
"Mr. Chu, the old Taoist priest has arrived. Could you please release my disciples?"
The name "Mr. Chu" was already widely known in the Ming Dynasty due to the transmission of the rumors and the legends, but they did not know Chu Yang's real name.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's gaze turned serious, his fists hidden inside his huge Taoist robe, ready to strike at any moment.
In his eyes, although Chu Yang appeared harmless, since he was connected with the Demonic Sect, he must be a troublesome character.
If the other party makes a request that is difficult to accept, you might have to resort to force.
But Zhang Sanfeng didn't expect that Chu Yang would simply nod, and Song Yuanqiao and the others would walk up to him without any hindrance.
The process of handing over the hostages went so smoothly that Zhang Sanfeng was completely baffled and full of doubt.
Song Yuanqiao whispered the whole story to Zhang Sanfeng, who then looked enlightened.
After listening, Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply and said with emotion, "During my seclusion, I never expected so many things to happen in the martial world. Mr. Chu has a past relationship with the disciples of the Ancient Tomb Sect. He Taichong and others have harmed innocent people for the sake of martial arts, which is a way to get themselves killed. It can be said that Mr. Chu is acting on behalf of Heaven!"
At this point, Zhang Sanfeng bowed deeply to Li Mochou and said, "Young lady, the Wudang Sect should have been chivalrous and saved you from your predicament, but your disciples stood by and did nothing so that the six major sects could successfully eliminate the Ming Cult. It is the old Taoist sect's fault for failing to teach you properly!"
Tears welled up in Li Mochou's eyes; this was the first time she had heard someone apologize for what had happened to her.
In fact, long before the Wudang Sect joined the coalition to attack the Ming Cult, Li Mochou had already undergone severe interrogation. All her suffering was already a foregone conclusion and had little to do with them.
Feeling guilty, Mo Shenggu also felt embarrassed and explained in a low voice, "Master, we were prioritizing the bigger picture at the time!"
Zhang Sanfeng glared angrily, his hair and beard standing on end, his voice like rolling thunder, "The big picture? What is the big picture? The lives of all the people under heaven are the big picture, so you can sacrifice one person's life for the sake of the people? Did you ask that person for their consent?"
Mo Shenggu immediately fell silent.
Zhang Sanfeng's roar was deafening, and even the members of the Ming Cult couldn't help but be secretly impressed by his demeanor.
"Zhang Sanfeng truly lives up to his name; he is worlds apart from those hypocritical, self-proclaimed righteous fellows."
"Like father, like son. The Eagle King's daughter fell in love with Zhang Wuxia of Wudang. Now it seems like a good match."
"If we're going to talk about it that way, then the Ming Cult is actually related to the Wudang Sect by marriage."
"Stop talking nonsense, how many years has the Eagle King been gone?"
"What's the big deal? At worst, I'll swallow my pride and ask the Eagle King to come back in a while..."
Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and the Five Wanderers huddled in a corner, whispering amongst themselves.
After Zhang Sanfeng led the Wudang Sect in apologizing to Li Mochou, he looked at Chu Yang and said with a flourish, "Mr. Chu has gone to such great lengths just to discuss the Dao with this old Daoist. In that case, this old Daoist can only oblige."
Chu Yang took a step forward, his figure as ethereal as a dream, and in the next second, he appeared outside the main hall.
Zhang Sanfeng's pupils contracted, and he exclaimed in admiration, "What superb movement technique!"
After saying that, he moved like a white crane spreading its wings, leaping and bounding as if stepping on flowing clouds, flying out of the hall.
While most people were still confused, Yang Xiao was the first to react and rushed out.
"With two masters dueling, how could such a grand occasion be complete without an old bat like me!"
Wei Yixiao, who possessed the strongest lightness skill, regained his senses and flew out after Yang Xiao, overtaking him in the blink of an eye.
Now everyone understood the meaning of "discussing the Dao," and rushed outside, leaving only Huang Rong, Li Mochou, and a few other girls behind.
Yang Buhui asked curiously, "Aren't you going to go out and take a look?"
Huang Rong rolled her eyes. "I'm tired of seeing this every day. I have no interest in joining in the fun."
Since the destruction of the Ancient Tomb Sect, Li Mochou has developed a resistance to so-called superior martial arts, not wanting to even look at or hear about them.
She silently watched over Xiaolongnu, her eyes filled with deep guilt.
Huang Rong shook her head; such psychological trauma takes a long time to heal.
Seeing that they really didn't intend to go out, Yang Buhui called her maid Xiao Zhao to run out of the palace together.
Xiao Zhao glanced back at Li Mochou. The shackles on her body had been removed only after Li Mochou pleaded for them. She wanted to stay and comfort her, but she couldn't disobey Yang Buhui.
On Bright Peak, Chu Yang and Zhang Sanfeng sparred at an extremely fast pace. Apart from a few people, including Yang Xiao, everyone else could only see their afterimages.
Zhang Sanfeng knew that ordinary martial arts were not of much use to Chu Yang, and he did not want to waste this opportunity to discuss the Dao, so he directly used his best skills.
An indescribable aura emanated from Zhang Sanfeng, and his moves became extremely unpredictable.
Yin and Yang intertwine, and strength and gentleness are combined.
Chu Yang focused his mind and held his breath, the blood-red tomoe in his Samsara Eye spinning wildly, firmly imprinting Zhang Sanfeng's every move into his mind.
Whether it was a trick of the eye or not, Chu Yang vaguely saw a huge Tai Chi diagram appear beneath Zhang Sanfeng's feet.
There is white in black, and black in white.
He and Zhang Sanfeng each stood on a black and white dot.
Slowly rotating...
The world seemed to collapse in an instant!
"Sure enough!"
Feeling himself being dragged into another dimension, Chu Yang was certain that Zhang Sanfeng had entered the Dao through martial arts and reached the level of martial arts mastery.
Tai Chi is no longer considered a top-level martial art, but rather a martial arts supernatural power.
"A true land deity."
Chu Yang sincerely admired Zhang Sanfeng, believing him to be the strongest person he had ever encountered in this world.
Using the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms against the enemy at this point would seem somewhat disrespectful to the grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng.
Chu Yang clenched his fists, and grass and trees sprouted in his hands, slowly condensing into two wooden swords.
Zhang Sanfeng, who was practicing Tai Chi, suddenly had a bright idea in his eyes. "Magic? I thought magic was just a rumor, but I never expected to witness it with my own eyes..."