C335 All the Way to Yan Jing
C335 All the Way to Yan Jing
Some of them were worried that Lee Haisha would find them if they didn't come. That would be even more tragic. Some of them were angry about the tragic death of Zhao Haiyuv and the other senior martial artists, while some of them wanted to kill Lee Haisha to make a name for themselves.
However, one of their goals was the same - to protect the dignity of Chinese Martial World!
The famous senior martial artists of the Yanjing were spread across the various big hotels in Yanjing.
In the Four Seas Hotel.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Miao Feng, finished meditating in his room. He sat by the table and drank tea. His eyes were deep as he thought about the Golden Sea Lake Martial Meeting tomorrow.
"Master, can we defeat that devil who kills without blinking his eyes tomorrow?" A small monk accompanying him asked.
"It's hard to say. He can kill Zhao Haiyuv and the other four sect masters. His strength cannot be underestimated. Our Shaolin Sect is the cornerstone of the martial arts world in the Central Plains. Furthermore, my grandmaster was also involved in the annihilation of Hu Ru Li. It is our duty to do so! "
Abbot Miao Feng pondered and said, "It's just that whether or not we can defeat him, I..."
Abbot Miao Feng could not continue. In recent years, the talent of Shaolin had dried up. Even as an abbot, his martial arts was comparable to that of an abbot from a hundred years ago. It was much worse. It was not just Shaolin. In an environment where modern technology was becoming more and more advanced, the entire martial arts world was in decline. Tomorrow's battle, whether it was joy or sorrow, he didn't dare to think about it.
"Ask the hotel to order some good tea." Abbot Miao Feng couldn't answer the young monk's question, so he could only change the topic.
In a room in the Yanjing Hotel.
The Kongtong Sect's Sect Master, Yan Guzi, was also sitting on the bed, imagining tomorrow's battle. Thinking of Lee Haisha's strength, Yan Guzi was very nervous.
"Hubby, promise me you won't fight Lee Haisha head on! If you lose, then you lose!" Yan Guizi's wife advised him. She felt that with Lee Haisha's current combat strength, it was very difficult to find someone who could deal with him in the Chinese Martial World. ......
If she were to fight him head on, it was very likely that she would die. This was the result that she, a woman, didn't want to see the most.
Hearing his wife's words of advice, Yan Guzi's heart sank. He let out a slight sigh of relief. Even his wife, who did not know martial arts... Would he still have hope in tomorrow's Martial Meeting? Or could it be said that there was still hope for the Chinese Martial World?
In a room in the Hilton Hotel.
A dignified middle-aged woman sat on a chair. Her name was Martial Aunt Fengchen, the Sect Master of the Emei Sect.
"Tomorrow's battle will be a great opportunity for our Emei Sect! Since ancient times, although Emei had always been ranked among the six major sects in the Central Plains, however, the Shaolin Sect has always been the most respected sect in the martial arts world, and no matter how outstanding our Emei Sect is, we just can't obtain the recognition of the same people in the martial arts world! Do you know why? " Martial Aunt Fengchen looked at the disciples in front of her and said.
The disciples looked at each other, unable to understand the reason behind this.
"It's because we are women and the other gangs are all dominated by men. Their men are unwilling to admit that a group of women is stronger than their men!" A beautiful and smart disciple said.
Her Dharma name was Huiya. She was the first disciple Martial Aunt Fengchen accepted, which was also Eldest Senior Sister.
"That's right!" Martial Aunt Fengchen agreed with Huiya's point of view. Huiya was delighted in her heart.
"This time, this Lee Haisha has come with a menacing aura, and his strength is very powerful. In my opinion, not even Reverend Miao Feng of the Shaolin Sect is a match for him!" Martial Aunt Fengchen voiced her judgment.
"Ah! Master, then we..." Some disciples exclaimed. If Miao Feng was not a match for them, then wouldn't it be even more impossible for their Emei clan?
" During the Martial Meeting tomorrow, we will stay put and let those men fight Lee Haisha first. Although Lee Haisha is powerful, I don't believe that he can last longer than a battle of attrition. When his strength falls, I'm confident that I can defeat him. At that time, I will step forward and take his life in one fell swoop! " Martial Aunt Fengchen said.
"When that time comes, we will be the savior of Chinese Martial World. The other gangs will no longer be willing. We can't deny our contribution. We, Emei, can take the opportunity to call ourselves the number one sect in China. No one dares to raise any objections! " Huiya tried to figure out what her master meant and said.
Martial Aunt Fengchen nodded her head in satisfaction.
"Master, we are here for the dignity of Chinese Martial World. By doing this, aren't we putting the cart before the horse?" Here, a disciple raised his opinion.
At this moment, this opinion was extremely ear-piercing.
"Hui Jing, what do you mean by saying this? Are you mocking Master?" Hui Ya accused the disciple who spoke.
"I didn't." Hui Jing immediately denied.
"Alright, stop arguing!"
Martial Aunt Fengchen stopped the two of them from arguing and looked at Hui Jing. She said, "Hui Jing, you think wrong of Master. Master has always prioritized the morality of the martial arts world. That's why Master brought you guys to Yanjing this time! As for the matter of fighting for the number one sect for Emei, that was only a minor one. Can you understand Master's feelings?"
"Yes, I understand." In the end, Hui Jing nodded her head.
...
Such a scene still happened in many hotels in Yanjing. Everyone was looking forward to tomorrow's Martial Meeting, and they were all nervous.
Of course, other than these people from the martial arts world, the rest of the small townsfolk didn't know that such a thing would happen in the Yanjing. It was a matter that concerned the dignity of the Chinese Martial World, and even the survival of the Chinese Martial World.
They were still living their peaceful and happy lives.
On the last day of the official calendar, they set off fireworks to celebrate their departure from the past.
On the distant Heavenly Mountain, in the Moon Inviting Palace, it was also a festive scene.
The Moon Inviting Palace was decorated like a palace by these women.
The Moon Inviting Palace also organized a New Year's Eve party. Qin Lang and Zhong Yu, as the Moon Inviting Palace's Venerable Lord and Venerable Lord's wife, went up to the stage to give their speech.
During the month that Qin Lang came to the Moon Inviting Palace, he had already received the support of all the disciples in the Moon Inviting Palace.
"Today is the first New Year's Eve that Zhong Yu and I have spent together in Moon Inviting Palace. I hope that everyone in Moon Inviting Palace can have a pleasant night tonight!" Qin Lang pulled Zhong Yu to stand on the stage and said to the disciples of Moon Inviting Palace below the stage.
"Thank you, Venerable Lord."
"Venerable Lord is too handsome."
"Venerable Lord is great!"
...
There was a round of applause from the audience. It was a night of celebration, and there were not many rules. Everyone could shout whatever they wanted.
"Venerable Lord, please stop!" Feng, who acted as the host, stopped Qin Lang. He looked at the crowd of disciples and asked, "Let Venerable Lord and Mrs. Venerable Lord kiss each other. Sisters, do you want to see it?"
Feng's suggestion immediately received a tsunami of response from the crowd of disciples below the stage. Very soon, everyone unanimously shouted the same slogan!
"Kiss one."
"Kiss! Kiss one!"
"Kiss! Kiss him!"
...
Qin Lang shouted at Zhong Yu until his face turned red. He looked at Zhong Yu with a smile and asked softly, "Zhong Yu, do you want it?"
Zhong Yu looked back and saw that shy look. It was as if she had returned to when they first met. A feeling of first love spread all over Qin Lang's body.
Qin Lang slowly approached Zhong Yu, and his lips touched Zhong Yu's thin lips.
Zhong Yu's lips were so sweet, so soft, and so warm.
Qin Lang hugged Zhong Yu and kissed her deeply. Qin Lang's "rudeness" shocked Zhong Yu a little, but she still closed her eyes in enjoyment.