Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed to see Zhang Cuishan's extraordinary talent.
At such a young age, his strength had already reached the middle stage of the Xiantian Realm.
This kind of talent was definitely among the best in the entire martial arts world.
Zhang Sanfeng had taken in a total of seven disciples, all of whom had good character and aptitude.
Zhang Cuishan was undoubtedly the most outstanding one.
His talent is the best among the seven sons of Wudang. He is modest and gentle, respectful and elegant.
In Zhang Sanfeng's heart, he had long regarded him as the successor of the Wudang Sect and the future of the entire Wudang Sect.
Now, seeing how outstanding Zhang Cuishan was, he felt gratified.
To Zhang Sanfeng, he had a successor.
Then, Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Cuishan, and the others chatted for a while in the True Martial Hall.
At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Cuishan and the others looked out in unison.
When he fixed his eyes on the man, he saw a Wudang Sect disciple running into the main hall in a hurry.
When the disciples approached, Song Yuanqiao's eyes darkened slightly and he asked suspiciously,""Why are you so flustered?"
The disciple did not delay and hurriedly replied,"Someone from Shaolin."
"Oh?"
Song Yuanqiao was surprised and looked at Zhang Sanfeng.
"Shaolin?"
Zhang Sanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and pondered.
He had a lot of connections with Shaolin. After all, he had studied under Master Jue Yuan of Shaolin.
Master Jue Yuan was the person who managed the books in Shaolin's Sutra Depository. He had accidentally discovered the Nine Yang Sutra's inner force in the cracks of the Lankaya Sutra.
After studying for decades, he had become a top-notch internal energy expert.
Then, Master Jue Yuan taught Zhang Sanfeng, who was still a Shaolin layman, the internal energy that was rooted in the scriptures.
Before Jue Yuan died, Zhang Sanfeng heard a part of the Nine Yang Scripture that he recited.
In addition to Jue Yuan's teachings, Zhang Sanfeng later took the essence of the Nine Yang Scripture and created the Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Technique.
After recalling for a while, Zhang Sanfeng collected his thoughts and said indifferently,""Bring him here!"
"Yes."
The disciple nodded and quickly retreated.
"Master, could it be that something important has happened for Shaolin Temple to come to our door at this time?”
Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng and asked.
"We'll know what's going on when we meet the Shaolin disciples.”
Zhang Sanfeng said indifferently, his expression not showing any fluctuations.
At his age, he was already used to the changes in the world. Even life and death were nothing to him.
Not long after, a Shaolin monk arrived at the True Martial Hall under the guidance of the Wudang disciple from before.
This monk was in his early twenties.
Her eyes were bright and wise, and her steps were steady.
The monk bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.
"Junior Xuwu greets Perfected Zhang!”
Zhang Sanfeng squinted slightly and could not help but size up Xu Wu.
With his eyesight, he could tell that this little monk named Xu Wu had already reached the Innate Realm at such a young age.
If it was before, Zhang Sanfeng might have been a little shocked.
But now, Zhang Cuishan had already broken through to the middle stage of the Xiantian Realm.
Such talent, Xu Wu naturally can not compare.
In Zhang Sanfeng's opinion, Shaolin had sent such a talented young monk to Wudang.
Not to mention what it was about, just its intention was enough to make people think deeply.
Pausing for a moment, Zhang Sanfeng smiled and asked,""Why did Shaolin Temple send people to Wudang from afar?"
As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Xu Wu.
Receiving Zhang Sanfeng's gaze, Xu Wu was neither servile nor overbearing. He smiled and replied,"Perfected Zhang, I came to Wudang to invite you to Shaolin.”
"Oh?"
Zhang Sanfeng was slightly surprised and asked in confusion,"But what happened to Shaolin?"
Xu Wu smiled and explained,"In a month, Shaolin will hold a disciple competition. I want to invite you to attend the ceremony!"”
After saying this, Xu Wu took out an invitation from his pocket and respectfully presented it to Zhang Sanfeng.
"Disciple Competition?"
Zhang Sanfeng glanced at it and took the invitation card from Xu Wu's hand. He pretended to be deep in thought.
He couldn't understand why he was invited to a mere disciple competition.
Although Zhang Sanfeng was puzzled, he didn't say anything.
With his relationship with Shaolin, others had already sent people thousands of miles to invite him, so it was naturally not good to reject anything.
"Good!"
After a pause, Zhang Sanfeng replied,"Go back and tell your abbot that I will arrive at Shaolin on time in a month.”
"Yes."
Xu Wu responded and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng. Then, he swept his gaze over the Seven Sons of Wudang.
When his gaze landed on Zhang Cuishan, a hint of surprise flashed across his face.
However, in the blink of an eye, he returned to his normal state. He bowed slightly to everyone and turned around to leave.
After Xu Wu left, Song Yuanqiao frowned slightly and said in a deep voice,"Master, it's just a small disciple competition. Why would Shaolin disturb you? Was there…something fishy about this?”
Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng smiled indifferently and did not answer Song Yuanqiao. Instead, he said,"Yuanqiao, after you and Cuishan prepare, follow me to Shaolin.”
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