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"Of course it is No.1." Monk Huiping said without hesitation: "My master is not only the oldest in Shaolin Temple, but also the highest seniority in Shaolin Temple, and also the best kung fu in Shaolin Temple."

"So amazing!" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.

"Let me tell you, as early as decades ago, my master was the number one master in Shaolin Temple. Oh, no, to be precise, my master is the number one master in the world. The loser will be crushed." Venerable Huiping said reverently: "Shaolin Temple has 72 unique skills, but the master has learned more than 60 unique skills, which is really amazing. Since the establishment of Shaolin Temple, he has learned more than 60 unique skills at the same time. There are not many people at all... Let me give you an example, the Wuwen host of the Bodhidharma Academy is very powerful, right? Lei Dazhuang can't even catch two moves from the Wuwen host, but... the Wuwen host can't even catch a single move under the master's hands Can't handle it! Now you know how powerful my master is?"

"You're not bragging, are you?" Ma Xiaoyao's mouth twitched.

Even Lei Dazhuang had a look of surprise.

"Believe it or not, I'm telling the truth anyway." Monk Huiping shrugged and curled his lips.

"By the way, what is your master's name?" Ma Xiaoyao asked.

"My master is from the generation of 'Yuan', and his dharma name is Yuantian." Monk Huiping said.

"Yuan Tian... this Dharma name is very impressive." Ma Xiaoyao exclaimed, "How many eminent monks of the Yuan generation are there in Shaolin Temple?"

"There is only one master left... well, it's getting late, I have to go back, let's talk about things tomorrow." Monk Huiping waved his hand casually, then got up and left.

Lei Dazhuang stood up slowly from the ground, shook his numb arm: "Brother Ma, let's go back."

Ma Xiaoyao glanced at Lei Dazhuang: "Da Zhuang, just now Master Yuantian punched, did you really understand a lot?"

"Yes." Lei Dazhuang nodded: "I now wonder if Master Yuantian punched in front of us on purpose, just to teach us how to practice it? It's a pity that my memory is too bad, I only remember a few punches... ..."

"You and Huiping both have comprehension, why didn't I comprehend it?" Ma Xiaoyao said to himself, "Could it be that I'm too stupid?"

"What did you say?" Ma Xiaoyao's voice was too low for Lei Dazhuang to hear clearly.

"Well...it's nothing, it's getting late, let's go back to sleep." Ma Xiaoyao let out a sigh of relief, turned and walked towards the residence.

Lei Dazhuang hurriedly followed.

That night, Lei Dazhuang slept very soundly, and also had a sweet dream, dreaming that he became the number one master of martial arts, standing on the top of the mountain, looking down on the sky and the earth, and all martial arts practitioners regarded Lei Dazhuang as idol...

Ma Xiaoyao didn't sleep all night, he couldn't figure it out, he was obviously very smart?Why is there no realization?It doesn't make sense!

Just after dawn, Abbot Wuxiang's voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Ma, are you awake?"

"Oh, I woke up, I woke up a long time ago." Ma Xiaoyao jumped out of bed, walked over and opened the door. Today Abbot Wuxiang was wearing a pure white monk's robe with a red cassock over his robe. A string of Buddha beads looks very imposing.

"Mr. Ma, the heads of other sects have already arrived at Shaolin Temple." Abbot Wuxiang smiled and said, "Hurry up and wash up, and then follow me to see them."

"They are here!" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes lit up: "Then what, how many people have come?"

"A total of ten sect heads came, namely the head of the Wudang Sect, the head of the Qingcheng Sect, the head of the Kunlun Sect, the head of the Five Poison Sect, the head of the Dian Cang Sect, the head of the Iron Sword Sect, and the head of the Lingshan Sect. The head of the sect, the head of Zhenbaolou, the head of Baihuagu, and the head of Tang Sect, each head brought a few disciples, and now they are all waiting in the hall." Abbot Wuxiang said.

"Tang Sect?" Ma Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly widened: "Abbot Wuxiang, the Tang Sect you are talking about... is the legendary Tang Sect? The Tang Sect who is good at using hidden weapons? The Tang Sect that often appears in martial arts novels Door?"

Abbot Wuxiang nodded: "Yes, this is the Tang Sect."

"How is it possible? I checked the information and found that the Tang Sect was disbanded a long time ago?" Ma Xiaoyao said in surprise.

"The Tang Sect is not disbanded, it's just hidden." Abbot Wuxiang said with a smile: "For hundreds of years, the Tang Sect has been living in seclusion in the mountains and has never had contact with the outside world, so outsiders think that the Tang Sect has disbanded and disappeared. Actually, this is all a misunderstanding. The Tang Sect has always existed, but the strength of the sect has weakened a little, and it is not as brilliant as before. I am good friends with their current Patriarch, so I sent him an invitation. On the one hand, it is to help you, and on the other hand, I want to catch up with the Patriarch of the Tang Sect, counting the days, we haven't seen each other for several years."

"Oh, so that's the case." Ma Xiaoyao nodded thoughtfully.

"Do you have any questions?" Abbot Wuxiang asked.

"Well, no more, I have no doubts." Ma Xiaoyao shook his head.

"Then go wash up quickly, I'll wait for you here for a while." Abbot Wuxiang smiled.

"Okay." Ma Xiaoyao turned around and returned to the room, washed up as quickly as possible, and then followed Abbot Wuxiang to meet the heads.

On the way, Abbot Wuxiang told Ma Xiaoyao that he originally invited the heads of twelve sects, and two of them couldn't come due to emergency. These two sects were Tianshan Sect and Ice Palace.

"Mr. Ma, those heads have very weird tempers, try not to provoke them." Abbot Wuxiang warned.

Ma Xiaoyao nodded: "I know, I won't provoke them."

Five minutes later, Abbot Wuxiang and Ma Xiaoyao came to the meeting hall. There were ten people sitting in the hall, including men and women, with straight backs and naked eyes.

"Hehe..." As soon as he entered the hall, Abbot Wuxiang laughed, "I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting... the person next to me is Mr. Ma, a national civil servant..."

Ma Xiaoyao took a few steps, and greeted the men and women present: "Hello, everyone, my name is Ma Xiaoyao, and I am a national civil servant. I invite you here this time to discuss something with you... exactly. I said, I want to ask everyone for a favor..."

The ten masters sat quietly on the chairs drinking tea, but they didn't pay any attention to Ma Xiaoyao.

Ma Xiaoyao's face twitched suddenly.

"Ah...Mr. Ma, let me introduce you..." Abbot Wuxiang realized that something was wrong, so he hurried out to smooth things over. He pointed to the male Taoist priest seated on the left: "This is the head of the Wudang sect." Master Xuanfeng."

"Hello, Taoist Master Xuanfeng!" Ma Xiaoyao greeted.

Daoist Xuanfeng nodded with a cold expression.

Abbot Wuxiang pointed to the middle-aged man sitting in the second seat: "This is Chen Yunhu, the head of the Qingcheng School."

"Hello, Master Chen." Ma Xiaoyaoke greeted politely.

"En." Chen Yunhu responded lightly.

"This is Pang Guqi, head of the Kunlun School."

"Hello, Master Pang."

"This is Cang Feitian, the head of the Diancang Sect."

"Hello, Master Cang."

"This is Niu Erlin, the head of the Lingshan School."

"Hi Master Niu."

"This is Tie Jianxiong, head of the Iron Sword Sect."

"Hello, Iron Master."

"This is Fairy Yun, the head of the Five Poison Sect."

"Master Yun, hello."

"This is Bai Xiaodie, the head of Zhenbao Building."

"Master Bai, hello."

"This is Hua Linglong, the head of Baihua Valley."

"Master Hua, hello."

"This is Tang Linhai, the Patriarch of the Tang Sect."

"Master Tang, hello!"

……

Abbot Wuxiang introduced all the ten masters, and Ma Xiaoyao greeted them one by one, but the attitude of these ten masters was very indifferent to him, and they didn't look at him directly, which made Ma Xiaoyao very upset. It's embarrassing.

"Everyone, I..." Ma Xiaoyao was about to speak when he was interrupted by the head of the Wudang sect, Taoist Master Xuanfeng.

Daoist Xuanfeng stood up: "I'm sorry, I'm a little tired, I want to go back to my room to rest." After speaking, Daoist Xuanfeng left the hall lightly.

"I'm a little tired too."

"I'm tired too."

"I stayed up all night yesterday in order to rush on the road, and now I am extremely sleepy."

"I'm going to take a rest."

……

The other heads also got up and left one after another. In the blink of an eye, only Ma Xiaoyao and Abbot Wuxiang were left in the hall.

"What... what's going on?" Ma Xiaoyao was full of doubts: "Why are they so indifferent to me? I don't seem to have offended them?"

"It's all my fault." Abbot Wuxiang said with a wry smile, "When I sent them the invitation letter, I just said that I invited them to come to Shaolin Temple as guests to catch up on the old days. I didn't mention your matter. Just now, I told you about your matter." When they came out, they immediately became upset and said that I deliberately deceived them..."

"Then what should we do?" Ma Xiaoyao frowned: "They are so indifferent, how can they talk about things?"

Abbot Wuxiang waved his hand: "Wait for two days. You can talk to them after they feel better."

"That's the only way." Ma Xiaoyao curled his lips helplessly.

Abbot Wuxiang hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Ma, I still want to advise you, don't have too much hope, I know these people too well, they have weird tempers, they don't recognize their relatives, you want to ask them for help... almost impossible."

"No matter what, you have to try." Ma Xiaoyao said, "I still say the same thing: if you work hard, you will have the hope of success. If you don't work hard, you will never succeed."

Two days passed in a flash.

Ma Xiaoyao tried to contact those heads, but in the end they all failed. Those heads were too arrogant and difficult to serve, and they didn't give Ma Xiaoyao a good face at all. Runaway, fortunately the last remaining rationality restrained Ma Xiaoyao, otherwise I don't know what friction will happen.

Ma Xiaoyao swung a punch resentfully: "It seems that it is impossible to be serious!"