The Vajra Temple in Nanhe Province is a top sect in China and a leading Buddhist figure. Huitong is the chief monk of the Vajra Temple’s Cheonggong Hall. He is at the level of a seventh-rank martial artist. If Emei invites him, it is already very considerate.

"Little brother is interesting. The fragrance of auspicious snow is different from those ordinary teas. A cup is enough, and drinking it will have no effect." Huitong pointed at Su Hangdao.

Su Hang laughed dryly, is he too rustic?

But thinking about the realm just now, it was really good. If I could do it for a few more times, my skills would definitely make greater progress.

Huitong looked at Su Hang meaningfully, "However, I don't seem to have made much progress in this little brother's realm."

Because Su Hang and Xue Xuan were sitting together, Huitong was a little particular about Su Hang. The realm of other people had made more or less progress, but Su Hang made no progress at all. Logically speaking, he was at the level of a peak martial artist at the beginning. After this cup of tea, he had entered meditation for so long, and he should have hoped to break through to the realm of a martial artist.

The tea of ​​Wendao is of extraordinary effect, but it is not significant in Su Hang. Is this little guy too talented? It seems unlikely that he can reach the realm of a ninth-grade martial arts at this age. Is his talent less capable?

Therefore, Huitong has doubts.

Su Hang heard this and said, "The master is as wise as a torch. This tea is very good, but it's a pity that I'm too stupid."

Huitong just smiled and said nothing more, turning to Xue Xuan, "Miss Xue, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Yes, the last time I met the master, I followed my father to the Vajra Temple to worship Buddha. I think I have been here for more than three years." Xue Xuan said politely.

Huitong nodded slightly, "Three years ago, Lingzun borrowed three scriptures from the Sutra Library of our temple. He once said that he would borrow them for a year. But now it has been three years."

When Su Hang heard this, he couldn't help but be happy. He glanced at Xue Xuan, and her face was a little embarrassed. The fat monk was too funny to speak. Su Hang thought he was reminiscing with Xue Xuan, but he didn't want to be collecting debts.

Xue Xuan's father borrowed things but did not return them, but he didn't know what scripture he borrowed. It was worth Huitong's request here.

"It's not that I am a stingy monk. Those three volumes of scriptures were written by my ancestors. They are really precious. There is no copy in the temple. It's been three years. Ling Zun has not yet returned the scriptures. Today I happened to meet Miss Xue. I had to ask with a shameless question." The fat monk didn't blush and his heart was not beating. He said whatever he had in his heart, and was not afraid of being improper and offending others.

Xue Xuan smiled awkwardly, "Master, don't worry. I will remind my father about this. My father has a lot of things to do, maybe he has forgotten it. Master, don't be surprised."

"It's so good, I'm sorry Miss Xue." The fat monk said with satisfaction. "There are many young talents coming today. This year's tea party is more lively than before, but why didn't the Qingyun Sect come?"

"The master has been practicing in Vajra Temple for many years and is probably not very familiar with the situation in Shu. Qingyun and Emei have not been very harmonious in the past two years. Even if Emei is willing to invite each other, Qingyun may not come. Besides, it is just a tea party." Xue Xuan said.

The fat monk nodded slightly and said nothing more.

At the Emei Tea Party, tea tasting is just a reason, and discussion of Tao is the main play. Seeing that everyone is awake, Master Qingjing cleared his throat, "Today, there are many seniors, and there are more juniors. Everyone sits and discusses the truth. You can tell me what you are confused about in cultivation, learn from your strengths and weaknesses, and hope to speak freely!"

As soon as the words came, the square immediately became noisy. Many young juniors began to ask questions, and those seniors with advanced realms would answer, or discuss with each other.

Everyone expresses their opinions, convinces me, and I convinces you, if both of them say they are dissatisfied, they just stand up and fight. Su Hang has learned what it means to discuss the Tao. This trip to Emei is worth it. Although he is just a listener and has never spoken once, he has also gained considerable gains from the fierce debate among the crowd.

There is a Double Sword Sect at Jianmen Pass. A medium-sized sect in Shu was also invited. Because of the powerful left-handed sword or right-handed sword, the left-handed sects of the Double Sword Sect had a dispute. As a result, they each sent a disciple to start a battle in the middle of the square.

The swords come and go, fighting with great joy.

Su Hang was speechless, all of them belonged to the same lineage, so why did he have to decide the level? The left hand and right hand did not conflict. Since it was a double sword sect, at most, you could practice the two sword techniques together.

What is the argument? It just finds a high-sounding reason to fight.

Su Hang glanced around, but fortunately, there was no one here who couldn't get along with him. The only one was Sima's family. However, the Sima family did not know what Su Hang did, and it was impossible for him to come to him.

Being a calm bystander seems to be very good to watch others compete.

"Everyone, it's quite lively!"

The two people in the Double Sword Gate fought happily, and a voice suddenly sounded like thunder on the ground, as if someone shouted in his ear, making people's eardrums hurt.

Everyone paused, including the two disciples of the Double Sword Sect, immediately stopped fighting. Looking in the sound, they saw an old man in gray robe standing next to the square, followed by two young men.

The old man was thin, tall, at least 1.8 meters tall, standing in the wind, like a pole of pine trees with gray hair fluttering, mountain wind blew, her clothes were whispering, her face was steady, and her eyes were deep. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, few people would have discovered his existence.

Behind were two young men, standing with their heads raised, with sharp eyes, which was completely different from the old man's restraint. These two men showed their sharpness, like two long swords behind the old man.

Seeing the old man, Master Qingjing stood up suddenly, "What are you doing?"

The voice was very stern, as if it was a bit disgusting. Su Hang pulled out the system and scanned it. As expected, he could not scan the information of the old man. He didn't know where the old man came from, but it seemed that the person came from was not kind.

"How can I lose my sister Xiao in such a grand event? Qingjing, I haven't seen you for eight years, and your temper is still so irritable, and it hasn't changed at all. My old friend comes to the door. Could it be that you want to turn it off?" The old man shook his head gently, his tone was faint, just like an old friend meeting and reminiscing about the past, slowly walking towards the field.

The atmosphere in the field solidified temporarily.

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

"Sword Demon?"

When Su Hang heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He had heard Xue Qi mention that the sword demon Feng Zhongshu, one of the two masters in Shu, was a casual cultivator. He lived in seclusion in Qipanshan, western Shu for many years, and was in the realm of the second-rank Wusang Sect. This person became famous for his eighteen-way domineering swords. He was gentle on the surface, but in fact he was cruel and ruthless, and he had many bad reputations in the world.

"How could he come here?" When Xue Xuan talked about this person, Su Hang couldn't help but look at the old man more. If the masters of the Innate Wushu Sect came to make trouble, the people present would probably not be their opponents.

Even if a master at the level of Wuzong is only at the level of the first-grade Martial Sect, there is almost no suspense about defeating ten ninth-grade martial artists head-on. There are only two of the entire Emei Sect who have reached the level of ninth-grade martial artists. There are only two of the ninth-grade martial artists present. Due to extreme disadvantages, it is no wonder that everyone looks like they are facing a great enemy.

"The grudge between Feng Zhongshu and the Emei Sect can be traced back to more than 80 years ago. When he was young, Feng Zhongshu met Qin Xin, the former head of Emei, and had a very good relationship. Later, for some reason, he turned against each other and became enemies. Qin Xin Zhenren joined Emei and joined the monk. Feng Zhongshu also changed his temperament and was in a very good manner. He caused a lot of storms in the world. It was not until he reached the realm of Wuzong that he retired to Qipanshan. However, most of the people left behind were evil names, and the long sword in his hand was covered with blood. The older generation of warriors mentioned Feng Zhongshu's name because they were afraid." Xue Xuan explained to Su Hang in a low voice.

"It was so long ago more than 80 years ago." Su Hang was shocked and couldn't help but have some bad taste. "Is this Uncle Feng Zhong and Qin Xin a quarrel because of emotional problems, right?"
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