C11 Wulin's grand ceremony(1)

In the morning three days later, the colorful banners on the Wu Dang Mountain fluttered, every place was filled with the joyous celebration of the festival, all of the disciples of the sect were dressed in daoist robes at their sides, welcoming the wulin homology from all over the place, the plaza in the courtyard had already been prepared with censers, various offerings were placed on the long table, Master Xuanyang and Xuan He were busy greeting guests, while Shao Jianyulanfeng was following behind the three of them, casually getting to know the prestige of the martial arts in these places, as well as some of the highest seniors.

The disciple welcoming the guests continuously shouted: "fructus Sect Master and two disciples have arrived... "Master Shaolin, Master Wuhui and two other disciples of the Zen Master and two other disciples have arrived."

When Shao Jianyulanfeng heard about these seniors that he could only hear from his master before, he did not expect that he would actually be able to see them with his own eyes today.

Master Xuanyang saw that the guests were almost all gathered and walked onto the altar. After that, he smiled towards the wulin homology beneath the stage and spoke with a loud and clear voice: "Today is the Flying Immortal Grand Ceremony where True Emperor meets once every ten years in Wudang, and thanks to everyone's profound strength, I am grateful to you all for abiding by this agreement for ten years every single day. Next, Xuanyang will explain it here, and this time, the grand ceremony will be the same as the sunset. When the time comes, we will invite the various Sect Leaders to draw lots and decide on a group competition. Alright, I will not say anything else. He then cleared his throat and said loudly, "Let the memorial service begin."

Suddenly, the square was filled with cannon shots. Everyone was preparing to sacrifice themselves to the heavens.

A loud and clear voice was heard: "Tang Men in Middle Shu, Tang Tianxin has arrived." Following which, two silhouettes floated down from the arena. The two were dressed in purple, a middle-aged man in his thirties and a handsome youth of about eighteen or nineteen years of age.

The middle-aged man cupped his fists towards everyone and said: "My name is Second Leader of Tang Men in Middle Shu, Tang Tianxin. I have brought my nephew Tang Yi here today to participate in this once every ten years gathering, so I can casually help you all register for the first round of martial arts competition, and I hope that everyone will give me a chance to train, because there are some things that delayed my journey, so I came late, and I hope that everyone will forgive me."

The Master Xuanyang laughed and said: "So you are Tang Men in Middle Shu's second in command, truly a gathering. Since everyone is here to participate, how can we be forgiven, we will naturally warmly welcome the two of you from far away." Following that, he glanced at the crowd below the stage and immediately, a round of enthusiastic applause rang out from the audience.

Lan Feng glanced at Shao Jian and said, "Senior Brother, isn't that Tang Yi the Tang Yi we met when we were hunting at the Second Dragon Mountain three years ago?

Shao Jian replied and did not say a word, then everyone started to worship the heavens and pay their respects to the Great Emperor Zhen Wu's golden body. After the offerings were done, everyone handed over the names of the participants participating in the martial arts competition to Xuan He and Zhang Jianzhou.

Master Xuanyang looked at Shao Jian and Lan Feng. Lan Feng waved and asked: Are the two of you participating in the competition?

Lan Feng smiled and said, "Of course I will. This is a competition that is being held in our Wudang School, how can we not participate, do you think so, senior brother? "

Master Xuanyang nodded his head and looked at Shao Jian, who pondered for a moment and said: "Master, disciple will not participate in this time's martial arts competition, I hope master can forgive me."

Lan Feng shouted in shock: "Senior Brother, what are you doing, you aren't participating in this kind of martial arts competition, if you were to participate, you can't take first place, but can you still take second?"

Shao Jian looked at him, and laughed lightly: "You should properly compete, senior brother is cheering for you from the side, you better not disappoint us all, okay? The most important thing is not to show off. If you cannot win and come back, no one will blame you. This is just a little exercise. "

Lan Feng said with slight disappointment: "Alright, I'll remember. I will work hard, but you must come and cheer me on during my competition. "Hee hee."

Master Xuanyang lightly patted Shao Jian's shoulder and said: "You are not participating in the competition, of course you have your own reasons. You have grown up and have your own opinions, this is a good thing, why would I blame you? Alright, let's go over and see what's happening over there. "

The Master Xuanyang cleared his throat and said to the people below: "Now everyone quiet down, I will announce the name of the participant from martial arts competition s, because this is the first time such a competition is being held, in order to let more young people have a chance to train, so the number of slots is not limited." After saying that, he paused and continued to raise his voice: "Among those who are participating in this year's first round of martial arts competition, are Zhang Jiming Shaolin, Zen Sect's Wuji,,, fructus's Filthy Hall's disciple Chen Shaofeng, Chen Jianbing of the Pure Clothing Hall, Tang Yi of the Tang Men in Middle Shu, Yi Langping of the Karakorum Sword Swordsman, Yi Langping of the Karakorum Warlock, Yang Zongbao of Yangmen, Zhao Chenghai of the East Ocean Green Dragon Gang, and the scholar of the Jiangnan School, and whether or not there are any others who wish to participate in this competition.

Then, he placed the slip of paper with the names of the participants into a transparent box. Each of them would first draw one paper, and then take turns to draw another one.

All of the participants below the stage were staring intently at the drawing of lots, wanting to know who their opponents were. Opening the paper, Master Xuanyang read the contents of the paper first, "fructus Filthy Hall's disciple Chen Shaofeng, is aware of the fight against the Karakorum Savant." The other names that came out after him were as follows: "Zhang Jiming from Shaolin versus Zhao Chenghai from Green Dragon Gang, against Chen Jianbing from the fructus's Purity Hall, Lan Feng against Shao Lin Zen, Yang Zongbao against Karakorum Swordsman Yi Langping, Tang Yi against the Wind and Rain Scholar from the Tang Sect against Su San Xiao." Finished with the announcement, Master Xuanyang looked at the stage and said: "Alright, the lots for lots have been drawn, the competition will officially begin in the afternoon, at that time, everyone should go and announce the rules of the competition, please rest in the inner hall, I will bring everyone some delicious food later." After saying that, the Master Xuanyang smiled and brought everyone towards the inner hall …