Chapter 96: Budo Golden Sword Tournament

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Mo undoubtedly said: "The old slave also feels that Master Yonghu's arrival is not trivial, so I will inform the young master as soon as possible."
Yang Ling asked in a deep voice, "Did you just come or did you just receive the news?"
Mo undoubtedly said: "Just here."
Yang Ling groaned: "Master Yonghu came to Jiangnan City, but didn't notify me in advance. He didn't come to us, there is something weird about it." He paused, and said, "Anyway, Mo Bo, you give it quickly. I’ll prepare. I’m going to visit Master Yonghu."
There was no doubt that a trace of relief flashed in his eyes, because the young master had not completely lost his reason. I also knew I had to please Master Yonghu.
You know, among the inner sect disciples of Shaolin in Yangling's line, the leaders are of eternal generation.
Shi Yonglong, the leader of the Inner Sect, founded the Laoshan Martial Arts Hall in Southeast Asia and established a military force in Southeast Asia. Even some big figures in China are quite jealous of Shi Yonglong. Let alone Yang Ling.
What's more, Shi Yonglong's cultivation is already transcendent and holy. That is the existence that Yang Ling would worship.
As for Shi Yonghu, Shi Yonghu is Shi Yonglong's younger brother. He is currently presiding over the Laoshan Martial Arts Museum in Southeast Asia, and he is also an extremely powerful figure.
Regarding the sudden arrival of Shi Yonghu, Yang Ling did not dare to neglect the slightest.
An hour later, Yang Ling prepared a heavy gift. Then immediately drove to Jiangnan Hotel.
The night is deep and the autumn wind is bleak.
Jiangnan Hotel is brightly lit.
Yang Ling was dressed in a black tuxedo and was personable. Mo undoubtedly followed, holding the brocade box in his hand. The brocade box contained the authentic copybook of Song Huizong, which was extremely valuable.
Shi Yonghu likes to collect these things, so Yang Ling has to do what he likes.
The two soon arrived in front of the presidential suite where Shi Yonghu stayed.
Two black-clothed bodyguards stood in front of the suite. These two black-clothed bodyguards had dark skin and the corners of their eyes were triangular insidious. Yang Ling glanced at them and could feel their aggressive killing intent.
Obviously, these two bodyguards are real killers, not ordinary bodyguards on the market.
"I'm Yang Ling, I came to see Master Yonghu, and please pass it all along." Yang Ling has always been aloof, but at the moment he seems very humble.
The two bodyguards gave Yang Ling a cold look, and one of them said: "Wait!" Then he opened the door gently and entered the suite.
After a while, the bodyguard came out and said to Yang Ling: "Go in."
Yang Ling said thank you very much. When he and Mo Doudou were planning to go in, the bodyguard stopped Mo Doudou and said, "Uncle Yonghu only sees you alone. Outsiders are not allowed to enter."
Yang Ling didn't dare to get angry at all, so he took the gift and said to Mo undoubtedly: "Mo Bo, you are waiting for me here."
Mo nodded without a doubt.
Although he hadn't seen Shi Yonghu yet, no matter whether it was Yang Ling or undoubtedly, he felt the majesty of Master Yonghu in the suite.
Under the leadership of the bodyguard, Yang Ling entered the presidential suite.
The lighting in the suite is white and the crystal chandelier is luxurious.
As soon as Yang Ling came in, he saw Shi Yonghu sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table. A young man sat on the sofa opposite Shi Yonghu.
This young man is about twenty-two years old, gentle-faced, wearing a white exercise suit, and is making kung fu tea carefully.
When Yang Ling came in, the young man never lifted his head.
Shi Yonghu is not a bald head. He wears a black Chinese tunic suit and looks very elegant and kind. At first glance it looks like a university professor or something.
His face was faint, holding a cup of tea in his hand, enjoying his taste.
He just sat like this, but gave Yang Ling a sense of motionlessness. At this moment, Yang Ling even felt that nothing in the world could disturb Shi Yonghu. It seems that Shi Yonghu has become an eternal existence.
This is an extremely terrifying state.
Yang Ling respectfully clasped his fists and said, "Disciple Yang Ling, pay homage to Master Uncle."
Facing Yang Ling's work, Shi Yonghu seemed to have never seen him. He drank tea and ignored it.
Yang Ling didn't dare to straighten up, he felt a subtle depression. He even felt that as long as he acted rashly at this moment, the consequences would be disastrous, and he must be careful.
In less than a moment, thin beads of sweat ooze out of Yang Ling's forehead.
After a long while, Shi Yonghu suddenly spoke up, but he faintly said to the young man opposite: "Yefeng, your tea ceremony skills have improved a lot."
Yefeng's full name is Han Yefeng, who is a close friend of Shi Yonghu, who has followed Shi Yonghu since he was ten years old. Han Yefeng's cultivation base is unpredictable, but he seems to be the most gentle, as if he will never get angry. He is cautious and does not leak. This is one of the reasons why Shi Yonghu trusted him.
At this moment, facing Shi Yonghu's praise, the cold night wind was not arrogant or rash, smiled faintly, and said: "This is what you taught me. Making tea, like being a human, needs to be taken seriously.
Shi Yonghu smiled slightly, then he turned his head and looked at Yang Ling faintly.
When his gaze swept over, Yang Ling immediately felt the pressure of a mountain.
"Uncle Master!" Yang Ling's face was sweaty, and he immediately said, "The disciple knows it was wrong."
Shi Yonghu said lightly: "Oh? What did you do wrong?"
When Yang Ling saw that Shi Yonghu was willing to talk to him, he immediately received an amnesty. He was not afraid of Shi Yonghu's blame, but he was afraid of Shi Yonghu's indifference. At the moment, he continued to bend his body, lowered his head and said: "The disciple is incompetent and has lost the face of Shaolin inner disciple."
Shi Yonghu snorted coldly. His snorted, like cold ice digging directly into Yang Ling's heart, causing Yang Ling to breathe uncomfortably. Shi Yonghu said coldly again: "If it weren't for your grandfather's face, I would have driven you out of Shaolin's inner gate." He paused, and said: "A mercenary in a small area can kill the Shaolin inner gate. The disciple threw his helmet and abandoned armor. Do you know that even if you are overseas, everyone is laughing at our Shaolin in private."
"The disciple is convicted!" Yang Ling said in a sincere and frightened voice.
Shi Yonghu continued: "Even my senior brother has been alarmed by this matter. This time I come, it is the senior brother who asked me to solve this matter."
Yang Ling was speechless, he didn't expect that the matter between himself and Chen Yang had become so big. The current situation was so severe that he exceeded his imagination. This is no longer a personal grudge.
"The disciple is incompetent, please punish the uncle." Yang Ling asked.
Shi Yonghu said: "The face was thrown out of you, Yang Ling, you don't have to ask for punishment. This time, if you can't find this face back, the Shaolin inner goalkeeper has no place for you."
The inner gate of Shaolin is a very glorious existence. Yang Ling can have today, to a large extent, rely on the four words of Shaolin Inner Gate. If he was really expelled, it would be a devastating blow to Yang Ling.
Yang Ling took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Master, the disciple knows what to do."
Shi Yonghu said coldly: "Really, what are you going to do?"
Yang Ling said: "The disciple went to write a post to Chen Yang. If he can't find this face, he will be dead."
Shi Yonghu said: "If you lose, shall we continue to challenge the mercenary? What will outsiders think of us? Wouldn't we say that our Shaolin inner door is incompetent and the wheel tactics?"
Yang Ling couldn't help being stunned. He said, "Uncle Master, what do you mean?"
Shi Yonghu glanced at the cold night wind on the opposite side, and said, "Yefeng, for you."
Han Yefeng stood up, his expression faint and gentle. "Brother Yang, you were not very happy with the mercenary Chen Yang before. The grievances and grievances in it have been heard by people in the martial arts community on the mainland, including those in the overseas martial arts community. Now you go to the post. Chen Yang may not accept it. He does not accept it, and there is his reason. No one will say that he is not. Therefore, it is not advisable to post a war."
He paused, then continued: "What we mean is this. We will lead many martial arts masters to hold a Wuwang Golden Sword Tournament. At that time, let Chen Yang also participate, and you will also participate. We hope you Being able to beat the Shaolin Inner Sect in this Wuwang Golden Sword Competition, Chen Yang was also solved by the way. In this way, Chen Yang died in the competition, and no one would say that we were taking revenge. ."
Yang Ling's eyes lit up, feeling that this was really a good idea. But he immediately worried: "But what if Chen Yang refuses to participate in the Golden Sword Tournament?"
Han Yefeng said indifferently: "It's man-made, Brother Yang, you are such a smart person, there must be a way to get him to participate in the Golden Sword Competition."
A ray of cold light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and he nodded.
I have to say that the martial arts golden sword tournament is a very wonderful trick. In this competition, the Shaolin Inner Gate has been operating well, it can start the Shaolin Inner Gate's name, sweeping away the previous decline caused by the Chen Yang incident.
This is killing two birds with one stone.
Shaolin Inner Gate also needs such an event to prove itself.
Before, Yang Ling said that he would write a post to Chen Yang. That is totally undesirable because everyone knows the life and death of Chen Yang and Luo Ren. After Chen Yang has already said, he will no longer accept wheel wars. This is Chen Yangzhan's reason.
But now it's a big game, and Chen Yang can't talk about wheel wars anymore.
Of course, the first prerequisite at present is that Chen Yang has to participate in the martial arts golden sword contest. If he is unwilling to participate, that is enough to cause Yang Ling's headache.
Shi Yonghu was very considerate here. In order to prevent people in the martial arts world from thinking that this incident was being manipulated by Shaolin's inner gate, they have been faceless. In the next few days, Shi Yonghu used his contacts to find Dong Haiyun, the chairman of Yanjing's Wushu Association. Shi Yonghu gave Dong Haiyun a large sum of money, and also gave the event funds to let Dong Haiyun organize this martial arts golden sword contest.
Dong Haiyun is very prestigious in the domestic martial arts world, and he gladly accepted Shi Yonghu's check. On the same day, Dong Haiyun contacted several well-known domestic boxers to discuss. Finally, they each agreed to send their proud disciples to the war.
The rewards of this martial arts golden sword contest are very generous.
The final winner will also receive a golden sword of honor.
Dong Haiyun united with the old boxers of various factions and the old masters organized the martial arts golden sword contest. The organizer of this event was finally decided in Foshan.
After all, Foshan is the hometown of martial arts.
A hundred schools of thought contend and promote Chinese martial arts is the purpose of this competition.