The next morning, it was only half an hour before the Meizhuang Conference was held. Songfeng used up his breakfast and meditated in his room, but saw his little disciple coming back in depressedly. He asked curiously: "Xiao Yu, what's wrong? You were gone just now. Where are you going?"

"Master," Ling Muyu stumbled, "Is it useless to say that I am? Last night, I fought with a few young monks in Shaolin and lost every time. Then they laughed at me and said, "What's the use of eating? It's not as good as their vegetarian food every day."

Song Feng was even more curious when he heard this and said, "So, you don't have breakfast with all your classmates in the morning? You lost the martial arts competition on Wudang Mountain and were ridiculed once or twice. You don't care every time. Why, did you change your sex this time?" Ling Muyu whispered: "No, I'm used to losing the martial arts competition. Mainly, mainly, when I was ridiculed yesterday, Sister Yuxi was also there."

Master Songfeng looked at Ling Muyu like this and couldn't help but think of what he and his brothers looked like when they were young. He secretly sighed that time urged people to grow old and asked, "Does Master eat too much meat?" Ling Muyu shook his head, but didn't know what his master meant. Songfeng asked again, "What do you think of Master's skills?" Ling Muyu nodded heavily this time. Songfeng said, "That's it. We people in the world, whether they are practicing Taoism or practicing Buddhism, diet and food are just a form. What is important is not the outside but the inside."

Ling Muyu said respectfully: "I would like to ask my master for advice." Songfeng said slowly: "The herb eaters are good at walking and stupid, the meat eaters are brave and fierce, the grain eaters are wise and clever, and the qi eaters are spiritual and bright. We are practicing the yin and yang energy of heaven and earth, and seeking the balance of all things. This is the most important core."

Ling Muyu was thoughtful, Song Feng rubbed his head and said, "You think about it here. Master and uncles are going to the main hall to attend the conference. You are usually very smart, but you are much more dull in your own affairs." As he said that, he turned around and left, leaving only Ling Muyu.

"Is it Junior Brother Ling?" Ling Muyu thought while thinking, he saw a young monk about twelve or thirteen years old coming outside the house. Ling Muyu replied, "Wudang disciple Ling Muyu, dare to ask what this senior brother is asking me for?" The young master performed a peer-like ritual and said, "Little monk Shaolin Pocao Master, my disciple, is calm. Last night, I sent my disciples to be ignorant and offended Junior Brother Ling in words. The young monk came to apologize."

Ling Muyu was not a person who was easily resentful. At this time, he had been advised by his master and had already forgotten about the little monk's affairs last night. He hurriedly returned the court and said, "It turns out that he is the disciple of the head of Shaolin Precepts Academy. My junior brother pays homage to Senior Brother Xinzhi. Why bother to mention such a small matter? I have forgotten it if you don't say it."

Seeing Ling Muyu's generous mind, he admired him very much. The elders had already attended the conference at this time and had nothing to do with each other. The two continued to talk here, but the more they talked, the more they became more and more speculative.

At this time, a light footsteps entered the conversation, "Brother Xiaoyu, didn't you say you wanted to play a game yesterday? I borrowed a chess piece from the housekeeper." However, Cheng Yuxi came to find Ling Muyu. Cheng Yuxi ran into the house, but found that there was another person, but he was a young monk he had never seen before.

Ling Muyu introduced to both parties: "Sister Yuxi, this is Shaolin's senior brother Xinzhi; Senior brother, this is Miss Cheng, the newly accepted disciple of Wuwei Master Emei." The two greeted each other. Ling Muyu looked at the black and white sons brought by Cheng Yuxi, and said unfortunately: "Now there are chess pieces, but there is no chessboard."

Xinzhi, who was standing beside him, said, "What's the difficulty? It's nineteen roads, black and white between heaven and earth." As he said, he took out a large piece of paper, picked up the pen on the table and scratched it. Ling Muyu said, "Miaoji! Miaoji! It turns out that the senior brother is also a person in this way." He also stroked it with Xinzhi. Xinzhi said modestly, "I just played a few games occasionally, and I haven't found the door to the Go way yet, so how can I talk about this person in this way?"

Cheng Yuxi looked at the two of them short

In a short time, he drew a decent chessboard and smiled and said, "Don't you two be modest, let's see the true sign on the chessboard." Xinzhi refused, "Junior Sister Cheng came here just to communicate with Junior Brother Ling to play chess? How can the little monk interfere with him?" Cheng Yuxi said, "It's okay, it's not that it's only this time. I'll play with Brother Xiaoyu in the future. Senior Brother Xinzhi, don't refuse."

Xinzhi was very obsessed with the way of playing chess, but he couldn't find his friend in Shaolin Temple. He was so itchy at the moment that he stopped refusing. The two guessed first and sometimes stuck, sometimes stuck, sometimes looked at, sometimes cut off, sometimes cut off, sometimes cut off, or fly, or cross the ground, and sometimes stuck, again, again tied up, and then fought in the robbery. Before they knew it, they were already hanging in the middle.

The two of them tried more than 200 moves, but they were still difficult to distinguish, and they were both thinking about ways to win. Cheng Yuxi said from the side: "I dare not be ahead, nor should I dare to be ahead. The two senior brothers live together, so this time there is no difference."

Ling Muyu stood up first and said, "Senior Brother Xinzhi is very skilled in chess, and Junior Brother admires them very much." Xinzhi was also modest and praised Junior Brother Ling for being very skilled in chess. At this moment, the three of them packed up their chess pieces and started chatting from all over the world. From Go to their respective sects of martial arts, there was a disagreement here, and Ling Muyu and Xinzhi argued.

"My master often says that people in the world are disturbed by greed, anger, ignorance, and foolishness, trapped by wine, sex, and wealth, and still linger in the world and indulged in. Only when they become monks and abandon the things in the world can they seek the great way." Xinzhi said here, but Ling Muyu retorted: "I often hear from Master that people who are born in the world must be deep into the world, otherwise they cannot get the opportunity to get the opportunity first in the troubles of the world. If they become monks, they may seek the way of one person. But if they want to save the world, they must first enter the world and understand the world."

My heart stopped and said to Cheng Yuxi, "Junior Sister Cheng, Emei Jinding has always been profound in Buddhism. I believe you agree with my point of view." Cheng Yuxi shook his head and said, "I am a lay disciple. I don't understand the principles of Buddhism very well, but I like what Brother Xiaoyu said that if you want to save the world, you will enter the world. I remember that my mother had raised a pot of camellia from the south, called Hongchen Ke, which was so beautiful."

Xin Zhiqi said, "I heard that Dali camellia is difficult to grow and survive in other places. Junior Sister Cheng's family has this thing." Cheng Yuxi said proudly, "That's nature, not only the tourists in the world, but also the feathered clothes and colorful clothes, the 18th bachelor's degree, and many kinds that I can't name. My mother can take good care of." Cheng Yuxi suddenly thought that the flowers and plants had been swallowed up by the sea of ​​fire like weeping willows. "The flowers have faded, and my mother will plant them again next year, but now, my mother will never come back." Thinking of this, she fell down and said, "Those beautiful scenery are difficult to see you again in this life."

Ling Muyu knew that she had thought of the past again and said, "Sister Yuxi, don't worry, when you return to Emei Golden Peak this time, you must go to Wudang Mountain to find me if you have the chance. I will definitely plant strange flowers and plants on the mountain waiting for you. Even if it is difficult to survive, I will definitely think of a solution."

Cheng Yuxi was moved and wanted to say something else, but he heard the noise outside. He thought that the Meizhuang meeting had ended. At that moment, Xinzhi and Cheng Yuxi could only say goodbye to each other and return to Shaolin and Emei Gate.

Ling Muyu also walked out of the room and greeted him with his senior brother, Senior Brother Qingyuan and others. But when he saw the master and the eight uncles and uncles frowned and looked worried.

"I never thought that the martial arts of the people in the Motian Alliance were so high." "I surrounded and killed the leader of Linghu for the first time when I arrived in the Central Plains. It was really a disaster for the martial arts world." "This trip to Jiangnan will definitely allow these demons and clowns to taste the power of my Zhenwu Seven-Secret Formation and know the name of my eight sons of Wudang."...

Master Songfeng listened to the discussions of his brothers. Although the matter of the Motian Alliance was urgent, it should be fine. What he thought was that the righteous people were united and moral, and that was not hindered. What he thought at this time was the song "The Smiling and Proud Wanderer" played by Linghu Yusheng and Han Suqin as usual before the meeting ended. He also heard this song five years ago, but this time, the music was played.

It reflects people's hearts, and there seems to be something in the song, which makes him feel uneasy.

Seeing that the disciples were already together, Song Feng thought to himself, "I guess I am too sensitive and thinking. Now I should deal with what has happened first. Those little doubts will be considered slowly in the future." So he said to the disciples: "The heads of the Western Regions Motian Alliance and the elite disciples have joined forces in Jiangnan. According to reliable information from the Five Mountains Sword Sect, they intend to control the Jiangnan martial arts world this time. They have attacked me righteous people before, and even the head of Linghu was a little injured. After discussions by major sects, the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, Shaolin Posaid two heads, the elders of the Beggar Sect and the two helmsmen, the two masters of Emei Wuwei Wuhui, the old hero of Kongtong, the nine Wudang Dao of Wudang, and more than 20 other gangs and sects of all sizes, went to the Jiangnan den of the Motian Alliance, and drove them out of the Central Plains before they attacked the martial arts world."

Songfeng said to Qingyuan: "This time the other party is all the masters and elites. If you young disciples go there, you will lead the junior brothers to return to the Zixiao Palace in Wudang Mountain. I and your masters will go back to the mountain after graduation."

Qingyuan took the order and ordered his junior brothers to go back to the house to pack up. Ling Muyu was about to go back to pack up and was called by Songfeng. Songfeng slowly said: "Good boy, I have to practice hard this time when I go back to the mountain. Master will be the first to test you."

Ling Muyu nodded and replied, "Master, you and uncles should be careful, the disciples will practice martial arts seriously." As he said that, he turned around and chased after the seniors. Cheng Yuxi also ran from the Emei queue and said to her, "Brother Xiaoyu thanks for your care along the way. We will see you again in the future. I will go back to Emei." As he said that, he stuffed Ling Muyu a handkerchief and ran back to the Emei disciples' team, with tears flashing on his face. Ling Muyu slowly opened the handkerchief in his hand, with bamboo embroidered on it, green and straight bamboo. A line of words were written in a pen next to him, with sloppy handwriting, and it was written in a hurry. "Don't forget to promise my flowers."

Songfeng looked at the backs of his disciples and said to himself in his heart: "The inheritance of Wudang and the future of the martial arts world will fall on these children in the future. What we have to do now is to fulfill what we should do."

In the main hall of Mei Manor, all the heroes had gone back to prepare. At this time, only Linghu Yusheng and Han Suqin were left. Han Suqin asked lightly: "Brother Sheng, do you have anything to tell me?" As he said that, he looked into Linghu Yusheng's eyes. Linghu Yusheng said: "Don't go to the Jiangnan incident this time, so as not to be distracted." Han Suqin thought about it and said: "Okay, since you don't want me to participate, I won't go. You should pay attention to safety along the way. I hope you and your senior brothers will succeed."

Linghu Yusheng argued: "It's not that I don't want you to go, but." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Han Suqin and said: "I want to send my nephews back to Wudang. First, I'm not very relieved to them, and second, I haven't been back for many years, so I want to go back and see." Linghu Yusheng said: "It's so good. When this happens, I happen to go to Wudang with Senior Brother Songfeng and the others." "Then I'll go first, while Senior Brother Xiao and the others have not left, be careful in everything." As he said that, Han Suqin walked out.

Han Suqin touched her chest, and there was a letter given to her by Senior Brother Songfeng before. She thought of Senior Brother Songfeng's words: "If there is anything unexpected happening to us during this trip to the sky, please hand this letter to me, Mu Yu's disciple, and let him open it with his Senior Brother Qingxi and Senior Brother Xiao."

Han Suqin thought that her husband was also hurt by the Motian Alliance before, and she couldn't help but worry about this conquest. But she could not express it directly and worry about it like in the past. She was no longer the willful Zixiao Hanshuang. She was the wife of Mrs. Linghu, the leader of the Five Mountains. All she could show was that the clouds were calm, just like the sea of ​​clouds on the top of Wudang Mountain that she first saw thirty years ago.

"Today is August 15th, the day of reunion. How many years have I not seen the full moon on the top of Wudang Mountain?"
Chapter completed!