Chapter 1067: Try your best A pot of tea A glass of strong wine The one who tastes the tea is Zhang Yiyang, and the one who drinks the wine is Fang Jie. "I really don't understand that you, a young man, don't go back to accompany me when you have a lot of charming women at home, but you choose to accompany me, an old Taoist. Have you just forgotten that I took action in the southwest? I was drinking tea quietly, but you just used it. A glass of strong liquor would mess up the taste of my tea. It seems that you have bad intentions." Fang Jie sat on the window sill of Tong'an Inn, drinking wine by the window. "Wine tastes strong and aggressive, so it dyes your tea. If your tea had a stronger aroma, it could dye my wine." Zhang Yiyang took a sip of tea and said, "I'm old and don't like things that are too strong. Young people shouldn¡¯t drink too much strong alcohol, it¡¯s not good after all.¡± ¡°When you are young, you must also like to drink.¡± Fang Jie said. Zhang Yiyang smiled: "How can you attract attention when you were in the world when you were young? Firstly, you are heavy and ruthless, and secondly, you drink from a big bowl. Sitting in a restaurant and drinking a jar of strong liquor, others will naturally look at you with admiration. Then he casually threw a chopstick out and disappeared under the bluestone pavement at the entrance Others were naturally shocked and respectful. "Fang Jie couldn't help but laugh when he thought about the scene: "How do you feel now when you think about it?" Sighing: "It's quite stupid." Fang Jie spit out the wine with a pop: "After all, you are also the temple owner of Sanqing Temple in Wudang Mountain. You are the oldest and most senior one in Dao Sect. Can you be a little senior? "That's hypocrisy." Zhang Yiyang said: "Tell me, why don't you come back to this inn to find me?" Fang Jie shook his head: "There is really no purpose. Some people say that reading Wanjuan Books are not as good as traveling thousands of miles. People may not have the opportunity to travel thousands of miles in their lifetime. What should you do when you cannot walk thousands of miles? Find an old man who has traveled thousands of miles and listen to him tell stories. Although older people tend to brag. But he is definitely knowledgeable." Zhang Yiyang narrowed his eyes and glanced at him: "Want to hear me talk about Jianghu?" Fang Jie nodded: "I can't sleep and you can't sleep anyway." Zhang Yiyang smiled: " It's okay if you want to hear me talk about the world that I've witnessed over the years, but if you ask me to talk, I'll just talk. It seems so shameless. Although you are the prince, you can't beat me If you want to get something, you have to give something. This principle Of course you know it very well. So it's okay to talk about the world. You have to agree to one condition. " "Does this count as bullying the small?" Fang Xie asked. Zhang Yiyang smiled and said: "You asked for it, you can leave." "Say it," Fang Jie said. Zhang Yiyang said: "You know that I have always been very strict with the disciples of Sanqing Temple in Wudang Mountain. Without my permission, the disciples of Sanqing Temple cannot travel around the world. I never like to cause trouble. At that time, the Emperor of Sui Dynasty After writing four letters to me in succession, I agreed to send Sanqingguan disciples to Beijing. Young people always like the days when things are grander and more ups and downs, but for their sake, I won't let them fight casually. I'm afraid. The water in the river is too deep, and someone might drown in it. "But people will inevitably become dull if they worry about it for a long time." Fang Jie raised his eyebrows and said, "You want me to fight with your disciple?" Zhang Yiyang smiled and said: "They don't know how high the sky is. They don't leave the mountain and think that they are outsiders. You help me teach them a lesson, and I will tell you a story about Zhang Yiyang." "That's really beautiful." Fang Jie curled his lips: "You want to beat me." He was placed on the windowsill and jumped down. "I also want to learn about the unique skills of Sanqing Temple." Fang Jie made an invitation gesture: "Who is coming?" Zhijin, someone practices Pure Yang Wuji. "The person who said I came was a Taoist who looked to be about forty years old. Like all Wudang Mountain Taoists, he was dressed simply, with a patch on some of his old Taoist robes. Wudang Mountain is indeed a very strange place. There are not many disciples, but pilgrims are never allowed in. Compared with Qingle Mountain Yiqi Temple, I don¡¯t know how deserted it is. Even without Xiao Yijiu's Yiqiguan, many people still go to burn incense. ¡°If this middle-aged Taoist took off his Taoist robe, put on ordinary clothes and put on a hoe, no one would doubt that he was not an out-and-out farmer. His skin color is tanned, his shoulders are broad, his cuffs are rolled up, and the muscles on his exposed arms are very rough."Who are you?" Fang asked. "I am not a disciple of Zhenren, I am just a vulgar Taoist who has served Zhenren for decades. I have washed Zhenren's clothes, cooked all the food, and boiled the water for the past thirty years. I¡¯m not on the list of military supervisors in Qingguan, and I¡¯m still not on the list of civil supervisors.¡± The middle-aged Taoist clasped his fists and said, ¡°My name is Mu Shan.¡± Fang Jie thought for a moment, and then said seriously: "I have a young eunuch named Mu San." Mu Shan didn't find it funny, because he was a serious person. His daily life is very simple, carrying water for cooking, boiling water to make tea, making beds for real people after nightfall, and cleaning the courtyard after dawn. He does all the work in the yard where Zhang Yiyang lives, so he is busy all day long. When Zhang Yiyang was in Wudang Mountain, he rarely went out and rarely spoke. So even though Mu Shan sees real people almost every day, the two of them often don't say a word from day to day. "Why are you here?" Fang Jie asked. Mu Shan lowered his head slightly, a little apologetically on his face: "Because it's most appropriate for me to come." "Why?" Fang Jie asked again. Mu Shan seemed not to want to say it. After hesitating for a while, he still shook his head: "The right one is the right one. Why do so many come from." "If you don't tell me, I will." Fang Jie smiled and said, "Wudang There were several direct disciples of Master Shan Zhang. When King Yi Yang Yin was in rebellion, he had taken action in Chang'an City. At the same time, there was also a junior brother of Master Zhang, but he was killed by Xiao Yijiu Therefore, there are many people in the world. People said that Zhang Zhenren's junior brother couldn't catch a few moves in front of Xiao Yijiu, and Wudang Mountain's secret skills were not as good as Qingle Mountain's secret skills. Originally, many people wanted to try my fight today, but then I thought about it What if we lose? That¡¯s why you are here, because you are really suitable.¡± ¡°The Sanqingguan Military Supervisor doesn¡¯t have your name, and the Civil Supervisor doesn¡¯t have your name either. You are just a vulgar Taoist who cleans the courtyard. If you lose, it doesn't matter, it won't affect Wudang Mountain's reputation. When people mention it, you Wudang Mountain people can say that the guy named Fang Jie just defeated a sweeper. What's there to brag about? If you win, then the name of Wudang Mountain will be famous Fang Jie can't even beat a sweeper of Wudang Mountain. It's so embarrassing." "Isn't that right?" Fang Jie asked. The sweeper named Mu Shan blushed slightly, obviously Fang Jie had guessed what he was thinking. "That's not all." Fang Jie raised his head and looked at Zhang Yiyang who was standing by the window: "The real person is very calculating, and the cost for me to listen to the story is really high. If you let me fight with your disciples from Wudang Mountain, what if? Once this Taoist who sweeps the floor wins the battle, tomorrow morning the news that a Taoist sweeping the floor in Wudang Mountain can win will be spread throughout Chang'an City, right? There will be a martial arts conference in a few days, and the reputation of Wudang Mountain will spread. If you go out, the people of Wudang Mountain will have a lot more support in their fight for the position of Dao Zun. " "Taking a step back, even if Mr. Zhang announces that Wudang Mountain will not participate in the fight for Dao Zun, it will not make people think that Wudang Mountain is inferior to others in terms of skills. Because your sweeper defeated Fang Jie, and Fang Jie had a few legends in the world before, right?" Zhang Yiyang shrugged, that's what I thought. "You don't have to fight." He said. Fang Jie sighed: "It seems it's too late. If I don't fight, someone will spread the news tomorrow morning, saying that the majestic Black Flag Wu King Fang Jie actually fled without a fight and didn't even dare to challenge a sweeper from Wudang Mountain." Accept it." Zhang Yiyang laughed. "Should we fight or not?" Fang Jie nodded: "Fight, of course we have to fight. Not only do we want to fight, but we also want to make the fight more lively." In the middle of the night, all the disciples who came to participate in the martial arts conference took the initiative. They were all woken up, and the official from the Xiaoqiu School who came to call them politely told them that His Highness King Wu and Master Zhang from Sanqing Temple in Wudang Mountain had something important to say in the Yanzi Tower. Everyone was sleeping soundly and was naturally unhappy to be woken up, but when they heard that it was King Wu and Zhenren Zhang who invited them, they immediately cheered up. No one is a fool, and being called in in the middle of the night is certainly no small matter. With the intention of just watching the excitement, everyone quickly changed their clothes and went straight to Yanzi Tower. In just one hour, almost all the sect masters and Taoist temple masters arrived. Everyone consciously sat down where they were supposed to sit, and then waited for the show to begin. The owner of Yanzi Tower didn't dare to delay. He called all the cooks to make tea and cook food. After everyone took their seats, the torches gradually lit up. Only then did everyone notice that King Wu Fang Jie was standing on the stage. The stage is tall and square, like a tower in the night. Fang Jie stood silently, but everyone actually ignored him. Isn¡¯t this a kind of cultivation? "Wudang Mountain Sanqing Temple Master Zhang can come to the martial arts conference, Gu is really touched. Regardless of seniority or cultivation, it is right to respect Master Zhang as a senior after all. So tonight I plan to hold a candle and have a tea night chat with Master Zhang Drinking is a sign of being a landlord. The real person has the world in mind, and his heart is as sharp as a knife when he thinks about the world's unrest. How can he save the world? A woman can save the world if she acts as a woman and does her best. Gu then invites his disciples to help him clean up the injustices in the world and kill all the disobedient people in the world. But when it comes to world affairs, if you want Wudang Mountain disciples to come out of the mountain and join the world, you have to fight with the Taoist priests selected by Wudang Mountain. If Gu wins, Wudang Mountain will send disciples to help Gu kill the enemy bandits and eradicate the outsiders, so Gu is looking for you. , be a witness." As soon as Fang Jie finished speaking, the corners of Zhang Yiyang's mouth, sitting in the private room on the third floor, couldn't help but twitch. Of course he never said these words. Fang Jie took up this matter and wanted to drag his Wudang Mountain Sanqing Temple into it. In fact, it's not just Sanqingguan. Once Fang Jie wins, now that the matter is so obvious, Sanqingguan has no reason not to send someone to assist him. Taoist Master Xiang Qingniu of the Taoist Sect's Two Great Daoist Temples and Qingle Mountain's Yiqi Temple has always been Fang Jie's helper. If Sanqing Temple also sent people, then who else in the other Taoist temples of the Dao Sect could not send people? Zhang Yiyang originally thought he had plotted against Fang Jie, but now he realized that he had been plotted against by Fang Jie. "Ginger the older may not be hotter." He looked at the floor sweeper Mu Shan: "Just do your best." Mu Shan nodded and asked: "How much strength should you use?" Zhang Yiyang thought for a while: "Ten points"