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Under Lin Yang's teleportation, the members of the Ming Cult came to Wudang Mountain easily. Zhang Sanfeng was originally in seclusion and practiced for three months. However, because there were too many things in the martial arts world recently and it was too magical. In addition, Wudang was involved, he left the seclusion early.

Shortly after he left the customs, a Wudang disciple came over and bowed with his fists and said, "The leader, Lin Yang, the new leader of the Ming Cult, led dozens of sects to Wudang Mountain and is now waiting at the door."

Upon hearing the news, Zhang Sanfeng had no expression yet, and his major disciples stood up and said, "Is it the Demon Sect who came to challenge him? I'll meet him when I go."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, then stroked his beard and said, "This is the young man who came to my sect a few days ago and stayed for a few days. I really didn't expect that in just over twenty days, he would take the position of leader of the Ming Cult. At that time, I just thought his martial arts were very strange. I didn't expect that he could defeat the six major sects and thousands of people by himself. It's incredible that he was really a god descending to earth?"

"Master." A disciple said: "Even if he is a god descending to earth, if he wants to attack Wudang, then we will fight to the death to protect the sect."

"Haha" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said with a smile: "I look at this person. This time I come to Wudang, I don't know if it's just a matter of searching for trouble. Well... let's open the door to welcome him."

"Master" a disciple dissuaded: "When Lin Yang killed a few days ago, he sent several disciples to death and jumped off the cliff with Zhang Wuji. Now he is the leader of the Demon Sect, so the master should be careful."

"Well," Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said, "I will ask clearly about the matter of disciples. Even if I don't believe in Lin Yang, I will not believe that Wuji will deceive his master and destroy his ancestors. There must be a misunderstanding here. Let's treat it with sincerity first."

Zhang Sanfeng stood up and walked out with great strides. Although his disciples were a little confused, they could only follow the master.

"Squeak~~~~" a crisp sound... The door of the Wudang Sect slowly opened. Zhang Sanfeng walked in the middle with a fairy bone, and more than ten disciples stood in two rows behind him.

The same is true for Lin Yang. After seeing Zhang Sanfeng, he bowed his fists politely and said aloud: "Zhang Zhenren, the leader of the Ming Cult, Lin Yang, led all the believers to come to worship the mountain. I am polite."

"Haha" Zhang Sanfeng walked to Lin Yang with a loud laugh, clasped his fists and said, "I didn't expect that my friend from the past few days is now the leader of the Ming Cult, the largest sect in the martial arts world. Yes, I'm glad to congratulate you. Master Lin, please." Then he made way out and waved his hand into the sect.

"Zhang Zhen is so popular. Lin Yang by chance, he took the position of leader and really didn't dare to be a real person. If it's convenient for the real person, please call me Xiaoyou Lin." Lin Yang waved his hand angrily.

"Haha, Master Lin is indeed a humble person. He is broad-minded. Sanfeng has received the teachings and we talk in the room." Zhang Sanfeng and Lin Yang walked into the Wudang Sect side by side.

Everyone else followed him. In fact, they were full of respect for Zhang Sanfeng when the other people of the Ming Cult came. First, Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts had reached its peak. Even if their former leader Yang Dingtian was reborn, he was not sure of his opponent. Second, Zhang Sanfeng was righteous and open-minded, and was even more unyielding than the Mongolian Tartars. This was admired by the people of the world.

After Lin Yang and Zhang Sanfeng arrived at the lobby of Wudang, he asked Yang Xiao and others to wait outside the hall and entered inside. Zhang Sanfeng smiled and asked Lin Yang to sit down while instructing his disciples to serve tea. He noticed the strangeness of Lin Yang's clothing. The last time he saw Lin Yang, he wore a short black dress. This time, it was another such a robe and a helmet. However, Zhang Sanfeng could see that the clothes looked very majestic when wearing Lin Yang.

"My friend Lin, what's the point of coming to Wudang this time?" After sitting down, Zhang Sanfeng asked straight to the point.

Lin Yang looked around at the other disciples of Wudang opposite, and they all stared at Lin Yang with alert eyes. Lin Yang shook his head and smiled. Then he said, "Zhang Zhenren, according to reliable information, the six major sects were kidnapped by the court on their way out of Guangmingding to return to their sect. I think they will come to Wudang Mountain soon and coerce you."

"What?" Zhang Sanfeng stood up, he looked up and thought for a while, then looked outside the hall.

"This is not the trick of your demon... the Demon Cult is trying to deal with the Wudang Sect? Moreover, you have already killed several of our disciples." A disciple stood up and shouted at Lin Yang.

Lin Yang recognized this person, Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the seven heroes of Wudang. He has a gentle and elegant style. He always tries his best to help others ask for something. Song Yuanqiao is steady and down-to-earth, indifferent and modest, elegant and gentlemanly, with a gentleman style, strong martial arts skills, and extremely fair in the world. He has a very high reputation and status in the world, far above the heads of ordinary sects. Song Yuanqiao's biggest failure was that he gave birth to Song Qingshu, a rebellious son. "It is not a father's fault." He cannot refuse this responsibility no matter how he raises him.

This man is thin and tall, fifty or sixty years old, has long beards and looks very elegant.

"Haha." Lin Yang stood up, waved his hand, and Song Yuanqiao's sword "brushed" out, swung lightly in the air for two rounds, and then hung in the lobby.

Even Zhang Sanfeng, who was well-informed, was stunned by the seventh floor of the "Great Movement of the World", and I'm afraid it's not so mysterious.

"Although I am not talented, if I want to deal with the Wudang Sect, I will go straight and not have any scheming? If I want to deal with the six major sects, I wouldn't let them go that day. Hey... Ke Ling, the leader of the seven heroes of Wudang, is so stupid? You are always our Ming Cult as the Demon Sect. I would like to ask, what kind of demonic things did we do? On the contrary, you are famous and upright sects, for your own selfish desires and dragon-slaying swords, and the affairs of a few disciples. Hum, I hope you don't just listen to one side. After you meet Song Qingshu in a few days, the truth will be revealed." After Lin Yang moved his fingers, and the suspended sword returned to Song Yuanqiao's scabbard.

Song Yuanqiao's face turned pale after saying this. He not only marveled at Lin Yang's martial arts, but also marveled at the truth that Lin Yang showed.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand at Song Yuanqiao and signaled him not to argue. Then he turned to Lin Yang and said, "What does Lin Xiaoyou mean, um... the court is going to attack Wulin?"

Lin Yang nodded and said, "They will defeat all major sects one by one. Those who are captured will be coercive and tempted. Those who follow will become lackeys of the court. Those who don't follow will be killed. They will come back to you in the end, and they will also be like this for you..."

"Hmph" Zhang Sanfeng said coldly. He opened his door outside the hall and said, "'Everyone has no death since ancient times, let's leave his loyalty to shine in history. I, Zhang Sanfeng, can do anything in this life. I can't take anything lightly, but I can't be a slave to the Mongolian Tartars, which made me, Guo Jing and his wife, sacrificed heroically in Xiangyang City in the Central Plains. At that time, I decided to be incompatible with the Mongolian Tartars in this life... But nearly a hundred years have passed, and the land of the Central Plains is still in the hands of the Mongolian Tartars." When he was here, he frowned and shook his head gently

"What a good one, no one has ever died in life since ancient times. Leave a loyal heart to shine in history." Lin Yang said loudly: "I, Ming Cult, swear to fight against the Mongols to the end. One day, the Mongols will return to the grassland and return my bright world."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Lin Yang's bright eyes. He couldn't help but be moved when he listened to his clanging oath. He said, "Little Friend Lin, no, Master Lin, do you really have the determination to restore my Central Plains?"

"It's not me, but the entire Ming Cult." Lin Yang said with his hands behind his back and said to the outside of the lobby.

"Okay, since that's the case, Wudang is willing to travel with the Ming Cult," Zhang Sanfeng said loudly. His voice was sonorous and powerful, and it is indisputable. This is probably his wish for many years.

"Haha." Lin Yang clasped his fists and said, "Zhang Zhenren is a true hero."

"Master Lin, if you are angry, you are the hero who cares about the country and the people," said Zhang Sanfeng.

"Well... how will the court deal with Wudang? Master Lin, I... I offended so much." Song Yuanqiao, who was beside him, couldn't help but look apologized after seeing Lin Yang's real intention.

"It's okay." Lin Yang shook his head and said, "The court will definitely come to Wudang Mountain in the past few days. They will first tempt Zhang Zhenren. If not, they will definitely lead some troops behind them, and these troops will attack Wudang Mountain."

"Haha. It's probably not that easy for the Mongolian Tartars to offend me, Wudang." Zhang Sanfeng said with a big laugh, his eyes full of contempt for the court.

"I'm here this time to fight side by side with Zhenren Zhang." Lin Yang said.

"Wudang is not afraid of the help of Master Lin." Song Yuanqiao said.

Zhang Sanfeng and Lin Yang both laughed. Then Lin Yang said to Zhang Sanfeng: "Zhang Zhenren, I have another personal matter for me this time. I want to ask for advice."

"Oh?" Zhang Sanfeng was stunned and then smiled and said, "Please speak."

"This..." Lin Yang looked around.

"Oh, so, Master Lin, please join me in my Taoist temple..." Zhang Sanfeng saw that he wanted to speak but stopped. He knew that this matter was not convenient to talk about it here, so he ordered him into his Taoist temple.

In this way, the Wudang Sect arranged the residences of the Ming Cult members while preparing for this battle with the court.

Lin Yang and Zhang Sanfeng came to the Taoist temple when they first met. After arriving, Zhang Sanfeng sat down with Lin Yang, and then the disciples came over to pour the tea.

"Master Lin, this is my personal enlightenment. There are no one else. Please ask if you have anything to do." Zhang Sanfeng said slowly.

Lin Yang nodded, and he took out the picture of the "broken empty tripod" from the pocket behind the windbreaker and handed it to Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng took it with both hands and slowly opened it.

"I want to ask Zhenren Zhang, have you ever seen the 'divine' in this painting?" Lin Yang asked. He was actually just trying. This is a movie plane, which is different from the reality of his life. Zhang Sanfeng probably didn't know about it. Lin Yang considered that if this tripod was from more than 1,000 years ago, maybe...whatever he was, it didn't matter if he asked anyway.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at it for a long time, then he frowned, looked at Lin Yang carefully, and then asked with some tremolo, "Where did you...the painting come from?"

This surprised Lin Yang. Zhang Sanfeng knew about this tripod from his tone.

"This... I got it accidentally. An old man told me that this tripod is very wonderful. I thought that Zhenren Zhang was very knowledgeable, so... came to ask for advice. Why? Zhenren Zhang knew about this tripod?" Lin Yang could only do this.

Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes and suddenly said, "You...are you really a god?" (Your support on this site is my greatest motivation.)

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