Chapter 24 Hua Yan Dharma Association

The sky was clear, and thousands of sunshine fell from the ups and downs of the clouds, falling on the red Buddha, and the glow was shining, as if it was covered with a layer of holy Buddha light.

Under the Buddha's light, there is a high platform made of white jade, which is in all directions, showing the shape of a lotus flower.

In the center of the high platform, there is a hundred-step square pool. In the pool, the water is rippled, the lotus flowers are in full bloom, and the glow is reflected on it, and there are bursts of colorful halos, reflecting the delicate and bright lotus flowers.

The cold wind on the top of the mountain is like a knife, but the high platform is as warm as spring, without a trace of waves.

Around the high platform, there are several powerful figures.

In the corridor of the high platform, Wu Wang is holding a cup of tea and raising his glasses to the guests around the high platform.

"Everyone, welcome to the Killing Sect. After 15 years, now our three major sects in Jiangbei have gathered again. However, this time, in addition to our Jiangbei characters, there are also people in the martial arts alliance in the south of the Yangtze River, the famous right-wing envoy - Mr. Duan Jiuyou."

Everyone looked in the direction pointed by Wuwang. A blue-haired man was sitting cross-legged behind the red sandalwood case. He opened his chest and his eyes were as sharp as a knife, but his expression was extremely respectful. He changed the unruly and unruly in the past, and even his beard, which was usually neglected to sort out, was shaved today.

"I've met all the seniors."

Facing everyone's eyes, Duan Jiuyou picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all. Huayan Dharma Association is different from the previous Buddhist Association. Because it is necessary to entertain important people from the other two major schools in Jiangbei, it is often equipped with mellow drinks.

In the same seat, a thin old man with gray hair glanced at Duan Jiuyou casually, and his tone was slightly dull: "The person of Jiangnan martial arts? What is the right envoy of the alliance? I haven't heard of it. It's windy and the climate is bad in Jiangbei. Scholars in the south of the Yangtze River can't afford it.

Duan Jiuyou frowned slightly and remained calm.

As a right-wing envoy of the Martial Arts Alliance, he came to Jiangbei this time and took on a heavy responsibility. What's more, as a figure at the peak of the master, how could he easily change his color? The appearance of coarse ore and unruly words and deeds are often just the appearance of his misleading others.

Duan Jiuyou did not make a sound, but sitting next to him, a young woman in white with a plump shrugged her eyebrows and said, "The younger generation who didn't quite understand what Elder He said? What is Jiangnan Scholar? Brother Duan and I are both thick people who can't read big letters. They are not as literati in Jiangbei, but although the wind in Jiangbei is strong, it hasn't made us flash our tongues.

Her voice was crisp and beautiful, but her words were as sharp as a knife, and the gray-haired old man was furious.

"Where did the wild woman come from? How dare she be so presumptuous? This is Jiangbei. When will it be your turn to talk to your Jiangnan little faction?"

The gray-haired old man's eyes tightened, and two sharp sharp light shot out, like a knife.

"Haha, it's just a joke. Why should seniors be angry? Although I am weak in Jiangnan, I am not a scholar with no power to bind chickens. When I come to Jiangbei, I also accept the invitation of the arrogant patriarch. Is it possible that in this Qianfoshan Mountain, it is actually the person of Qiushui Sect who is the master?"

Duan Jiuyou laughed loudly, his eyes were wild, and he looked at the gray-haired old man with fierce eyes without fear.

The gray-haired old man is the elder of Qiu Shuizong. He is used to domineering. He once took Jiangnan characters in his eyes and waited for the attack. At this time, Wu Wang on the corridor quickly came out of the circle: "Amitabha, you are all my distinguished guests in Qianfo Mountain. Why do you have to make such a big fight? The exchange is a guest, Elder He, the right envoy, come on, I will take tea instead of wine, and do it first as a respect."

The gray-haired old man raised his eyebrows, and his anger was about to overflow. At this time, a black-haired young man standing behind him advised: "Uncle, this is Qianfoshan. Don't forget the master's instructions to you before leaving."

The man spoke quietly, and even his voice was as calm as a pool of autumn water, his eyebrows were quiet, and he was as handsome as a woman.

The gray-haired old man was stunned. He looked back at the black-haired young man and snorted coldly, "Well, how can I not know the proportion? Qiu Shui, uncle doesn't want you to remind him." He raised his glass and drank all the wine. He still looked stubborn, but his tone was much calmer.

The dark-haired young man smiled indifferently and stood quietly behind the old man, as quiet as a picture scroll.

But when he looked at this man, he looked awe-in, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyebrows.

"Brother, is this person...?" Fang Ling saw that Duan Jiuyou looked solemn and came over and asked in a low voice.

Duan Jiuyou smiled bitterly and replied, "Who else will it be? It was Li Qiushui, the most outstanding young disciple of Qiushui Sect, who compared me with Jiangnan martial arts.

After saying that, Duan Jiuyou drank all the spirits in the glass, as if he wanted to use this glass of spirits to burn the sadness away.

Fang Ling listened and raised her beautiful eyes and carefully looked at the dark-haired young man standing behind the gray-haired old man not far away, but found that the other party was always bowing his head, his face was indifferent, and his face was not sad or happy, as if there would be no surprise in front of him, as quiet as a roll of brushwork.

Such an indifferent mood evokes Fang Ling's memories of another outstanding teenager.

"His behavior is like Wu Pengwei's, indifferent and introverted. I don't know who is better than the two. Oh, I'm thinking about it again. Wu Pengwei only has the realm of martial soul, and Li Qiushui even regards his brother as a big enemy. How can the two be compared with each other?"

Fang Ling laughed at himself, but his mind floated. His mind was full of the dark-haired teenager with a sword and star-like eyes, who didn't even listen to what Wuwang said in the corridor.

"Gentlemen, today coincides with the 6,000th anniversary of my death, and it is full of distinguished guests. Therefore, I have something to discuss with you." Wuwang saw the three rounds of wine and said his intention today with a smile on his face: "I heard that in Mobei, the Jingmei clan has united the 'War Temple' and the 'Ghost Valley School', and united into the Wilderness God League, intending to touch my Central Plains martial arts, the so-called Central Plains, but it is the difference between Jiangnan and Jiangbei, but it is different from the Wilderness Foreign God League, my Central Plains. The martial arts are scattered and independent. Compared with the Wild God League, the momentum is much worse. Moreover, the 'Temple of War' and the 'Ghost Valley School' have always been the big enemies of my Jiangbei martial arts. They are out of ghosts, and their skills are poisonous. It is very tricky. All three factions have suffered a big loss. In my opinion, if I don't wait to work together, I'm afraid of being light. Yi will be swallowed up by the Wild God League. In this way, the martial arts in the south of the Yangtze River, which is separated by a river, may not be spared. Everyone, now is the time for us to unite together, abandon the past and resist foreign enemies.

"Haha, well said, the Wuwang patriarch's words are in-depth and simple, and the analysis is not bad for the first mouth of the Buddha family. We are sweating coldly and weighing heavily on our shoulders, but there is something that I don't quite understand. I want to ask Wuwang for advice."

In the southeast corner, an old man with a fat head and fat ears was eating happily, and most of the dishes were swept away by him. When he spoke, it was the time when he swallowed the last plate of vegetarian chicken.

"It's really difficult for the Fire Elder. It's a great honor for Suzhai to eat so happily. Come on, give the Fire Elder some more Suzhai." Wu Wang smiled and said righteously, "What do you want to tell me, Elder Huo?"

The fat old man wore a fat white robe. Unfortunately, he was stained with a lot of oil on his skirt, which looked a little funny. The old man didn't think so. Instead, he stared at a plate of vegetarian index finger brought by a monk in the distance, and his eyes were shining: "Haha, it's nothing. I have always been unhappy, but my stomach eats. Being full is the most important thing. I have been hungry for three days in your mountain. If I don't eat it, I can't keep my body shape. I'm ashamed to say that my tigress likes my fat body the most. A catty of meat will make her very uncomfortable. It's really ridiculous to say that I don't feel it. Unfortunately, I was born to love my wife. Forget it. Men, just take more responsibility.

What he said is drooling, and he is not ashamed of his wife at all. In fact, everyone here knows that his wife is the head of the four guardian elders of the Dragon Emperor Sect. She is dressed in gold skills and has reached the peak of the master. It is sharp and unstoppable. It is extremely difficult for anyone in the world to compete with him. At first, the fat man was also disobed, but later punched and kicked. He is gradually well-behaved in the middle of the kicking, and he is looking at his wife.

That's it.

The deeds of the fat man are well known all over the world. When everyone heard his words of loving his wife, their faces were a little strange, especially Fang Ling. He was so funny that he almost laughed and tried his best to control it so that he did not lose his temper.

The fat man glanced at Fang Ling and grinned, revealing his teeth stained with leeks. Then he turned around and said to Wuwang, "Master Wuwang, my people are a little smaller, but I don't understand. Who is the boss of these factions?"

Wuwang had a record in his heart for a long time. He announced the Buddha's name and said with a smile, "Wuwang does not dare to have exclusive power in this matter. Each of the three sects has its own advantages. Oh, even the martial arts alliance is also a lot of masters, but after all, we are all old. It should be the time for young disciples to emerge. If it is not like this, we will have a disciple under each of our door, and have a try. Fan, if anyone wins, which faction will be the master?

Everyone was stunned. The old man in gray of Qiushuizong said first, "Okay, this is not fair. Qiushui, would you like it?"

The black-haired young man standing behind him was not so impulsive and ignored the gray-haired old man. Instead, he said to Wuwang, "Master Wuwang, I have to show this matter to Master Qiushui, and I can't reply in a few days."

Wu Wang waved his sleeves and smiled: "It doesn't matter. I have already written a letter from your suzerain. It is expected that there will be an echo today, as long as you have the will."

The gray-haired old man also clapped his hands and said, "Yes, Qiu Shui, you are still afraid that they won't make it. You promise that your uncle will make the decision for you."

The black-haired young man smiled bitterly and waited to refuse. Wuwang announced the Buddha's name and asked the fat man of the Dragon Emperor: "What do you think of the fire elder?"

The fat man ate Zhenghuan and waved his hand: "It's okay. Since you have given the book to Qiu Shuizong, I, Long Huangzong, will definitely have no objection. Do you talk by your fist? Xiang Qingyi likes to fight the most. He has long wanted to beat your family. It's okay, it's okay."

Wu Wang was angry, but he turned his head to the red Buddha behind him and said, "Miao Wu, have you ever heard that Brother Xiang of the Dragon Emperorzong has always wanted to compete with you. You can't live up to the kindness of others."

At the bottom of the red Buddha, a dark door slowly opened, and a young monk in white came out. He was as handsome as a demon, and his face was as indifferent as the cold light on the blade of the sword.

"Yes, master, the disciple must have a good competition with his younger brother."

"Okay, okay, that's fine." Wuwang saw that Miao Wu's face was as white as frost, and there was no longer a trace of blood. He was overjoyed. This was a phenomenon of King Kong's quenching. Then he turned to Duan Jiuyou with a solemn face and said, "How about the right messenger? Your League has a lot of talents and leads Jiangnan martial arts. There must be countless young Junyan. By the way, this time it is a young disciple who trains our sect. It's best to be less than 30 years old. Otherwise, it's really hard to care about.

Fang Ling, who was beside him, immediately defended: "No delusional suzerain, what's the difference? But thirty, what kind of rule is this?

Wu Wang laughed and said, "Master Fang, I have more than 30 of the three factions in Jiangbei, and there are really a lot of powerful people. In this way, how can we distinguish between high and lower? Is it possible to have a martial arts competition?

Fang Ling was suddenly shocked. Yes, he is a master of the three factions. Compared with the martial arts alliance, his strength is more than the front line. Expanding the scope of the comparison is not good for the martial arts alliance at all. In any case, the other party is determined by the Jiangnan Martial Arts Alliance, and the most terrible thing is that his own side can't refuse, because no matter what It is difficult to compete with each other.

Fang Ling was a little anxious, but Duan Jiuyou replied in a low voice, "Everything is according to what the arrogance of the suzerain."

"Brother, this..."

Fang Ling was about to repent, but Duan Jiuyou waved his hand and interrupted her words: "Don't say more, I have my own measure." The face is as cold as iron, very stiff, and obviously mixed with a lot of anger.

It's uncomfortable for anyone to be led by the nose, but at present, you can't lose the face of the alliance, and you can't show weakness. You can't promise to go back before you care about it.

Duan Jiuyou is the right-wing envoy of the alliance. On the verge of a major event, the response is quick and correct.

But Wuwang asked, "Which disciple does your League want to send to the test?" Our three factions in Jiangbei have already had candidates. The Wilderness God League is approaching. It is inconvenient to break the right to come and go. It will take more than a month to rush to the road. If you don't choose the people now.

Duan Jiuyou crushed the cup fiercely and shouted in his heart, "It's too much to bully people."

But he abruptly held his anger, but looked at each other coldly.

"Master Wuwang, it's a little too eager."

Wuwang smiled softly and was about to speak. Suddenly, under the high platform, there was a golden light rising to the sky, the scolding of countless monks, and the bursting sound of knives and soldiers.

As soon as Wuwang's face tightened, he saw a young figure rushing under the high platform.

Duan Jiuyou saw it, but he looked up and laughed: "Okay, Wuwang suzerain, our Jiangnan Martial Arts Alliance doesn't want others. It's this boy who has been selected."