Mo Doubtless said "Old Slave also felt that Senior Uncle Yonghu's coming was not trivial, so he came to inform you, Young Lord, at the first opportunity."
Yang Ling asked in a deep voice "Did he just come or did you just receive the news?"
Mo Doubtless said "Just came."
Yang Ling mused "Senior Uncle Yong Hu came to Jiangnan City but didn't notify me in advance. He also didn't come to our place, there is something odd about this." He paused and said "No matter what, Uncle Mo, hurry up and get ready for me. I'm going to pay a visit to Master Yonghu."
A trace of relief flashed in Mo Doubtless' eyes as the young lord hadn't completely lost his mind. He still knew that he had to curry favor with Master Yonghu.
It should be known that Yang Ling's lineage of Shaolin inner disciples, the leader of which was the Yong character generation.
The leader of the inner sect, Shi Yonglong, founded the Laoshan martial arts school in Southeast Asia, and then established a military force in the South Seas. Even some of the big names in the country were quite fearful of Shi Yonglong. That was not to mention Yang Ling.
What's more, Shi Yonglong's cultivation was already transcendental. That was an existence that even Yang Ling had to worship.
As for Shi Yonghu, Shi Yonghu is Shi Yonglong's senior brother. Currently presiding over the Laoshan Martial Arts Center in Southeast Asia, he was also an extremely powerful figure.
Yang Ling did not dare to be the slightest bit careless about Shi Yonghu's sudden arrival.
An hour later, Yang Ling prepared a heavy gift on his side. Then he immediately drove to Jiangnan Hotel.
The night was deep and the autumn wind was gloomy.
Jiangnan Hotel was brightly lit.
Yang Ling was dressed in a black tuxedo, elegant. Mo undoubtedly followed behind, holding the brocade box in his hand, which was a real handwriting post from Emperor Huizong of Song, which was worth a lot of money.
Shi Yonghu liked to collect these things, so Yang Ling was going to throw his hat in the ring.
The two soon came to the presidential suite where Shi Yonghu was staying.
There were two black-clothed bodyguards standing in front of that suite, these two black-clothed bodyguards had dark skin, and the corners of their eyes showed a triangular sinister type. When Yang Ling swept a glance at them, he could feel their stern killing intent.
Obviously, these two bodyguards were truly good at killing people, never those ordinary bodyguards on the market.
"I'm Yang Ling, I've come to pay my respects to Senior Uncle Yong Hu, please also send a message." Yang Ling had always been high and mighty, but at this moment, he looked humble.
The two bodyguards gave Yang Ling a cold look, one of them said "Wait!" Then he gently pushed open the door and entered the suite.
After a long time, the bodyguard came out and said to Yang Ling "Go in."
Yang Ling said thank you. When he and Mo Doubtless were about to go in, the bodyguard stopped Mo Doubtless and said, "Uncle Yonghu only wants to see you, no outsiders are allowed in."
Yang Ling did not dare to be angry at all, so he took the gift and said to Mo Doubtless "Uncle Mo, wait for me here."
Mo Doubtless nodded.
Although he hadn't seen Shi Yonghu yet, both Yang Ling and Mo Doubtless felt the majesty of the Yonghu master in the suite.
Yang Ling entered the presidential suite under the guidance of the bodyguard.
The lighting in the suite was snow-white, and the crystal chandelier was luxurious.
As soon as Yang Ling came in, he saw Shi Yonghu sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table. Shi Yonghu also sat on the sofa opposite a young man.
This young man is about twenty-two years old, facing gentle, wearing white practice clothes, is cooking kung fu tea.
When Yang Ling came in, this young man did not raise his head.
Shi Yonghu was not bald, he wore a black mountain suit, and he looked very elegant and kind. At a glance, it looks like a university professor or something like that.
His face was pale, holding a cup of tea in his hand, enjoying his taste.
He was sitting like this, but gave Yang Ling a feeling of not moving like a mountain. Yang Ling even felt at this moment, there was nothing in the world that could disturb Shi Yonghu. It was as if Shi Yonghu had become an eternal existence.
This is an extremely terrifying realm.
Yang Ling respectfully clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Disciple Yang Ling, I pay my respects to my uncle."
In the face of Yang Ling's bowing, Shi Yonghu acted as if he didn't see it. He sipped his tea and ignored it.
Yang Ling then did not dare to straighten up, he felt a subtle depression. He even felt that at this moment, if he moved, the consequences would be unimaginable, he had to be careful.
In less than a moment, fine beads of sweat seeped out from Yang Ling's forehead.
After a long time, Shi Yonghu suddenly opened his mouth, but he said faintly to the young man opposite him "Night Wind, your tea ceremony skills have grown quite a bit again."
Night wind full name cold night wind, is Shi Yonghu's close friend, from the age of ten years old to follow Shi Yonghu. Cold Night Wind's cultivation was profound and unfathomable, but he seemed the most gentle and never seemed to get angry. He was cautious in his dealings, and not a drop of water could escape. This was one of the reasons why Shi Yonghu trusted him.
At this moment, in the face of Shiyonghu's praise, Cold Night Wind was not arrogant or impatient, and smiled lightly, saying "This is what you taught me, making tea is like being a human being, both need to be taken seriously."
Shi Yonghu smiled faintly, only then did he turn his head to look faintly at Yang Ling.
When his gaze swept over, Yang Ling immediately felt a mountainous pressure.
"Senior Uncle!" Sweat beaded on Yang Ling's face as he immediately said "Disciple knows I am wrong."
Shi Yonghu faintly said "Oh? What are you wrong about?"
Yang Ling saw Shi Yonghu willing to talk to himself, he was immediately like an amnesty. He was not afraid of Shi Yonghu's blame, but he was afraid of Shi Yonghu's indifference. At that moment, he continued to bend his body, lowered his head and said "Disciple is incompetent, disgraced Shaolin inner disciple."
Shi Yonghu coldly snorted, this snort of his was like cold ice drilling directly into Yang Ling's heart, making it hard for Yang Ling to breathe instantly. Shi Yonghu added in a cold voice "If not for your family's old master's face, I would have expelled you from the Shaolin inner sect." He paused and said "A mere mercenary was able to beat the Shaolin inner sect disciples into submission. Do you know that even overseas today, everyone is laughing at our Shaolin in private."
"Disciple knows the offense!" Yang Ling hurriedly said in fear and trepidation.
Shi Yonghu then said "This matter, even my senior brother has been alarmed. I came this time, it is my senior brother who asked me to start solving this matter."
Yang Ling was speechless, he did not expect that the matter between himself and Chen Yang had gotten this big. The current situation was grim beyond his imagination. This was no longer a personal grudge at all.
"Disciple is incompetent, please punish me, senior uncle." Yang Ling begged for forgiveness.
Shi Yonghu said "The face is lost here with you, Yang Ling, you don't need to ask for chastisement. This time, if you can't get this face back. The Shaolin Inner Sect will no longer have a place for you."
The Shaolin Inner Sect was an incomparably honorable existence. Yang Ling's ability to be where he was today was largely dependent on the four words Shaolin Inner Sect. If he was truly expelled, it would be a devastating blow to Yang Ling.
Yang Ling took a deep breath and said "Senior uncle, disciple knows what should be done."
Shi Yonghu said indifferently and coldly "Really, what do you intend to do?"
Yang Ling said "I will go to Chen Yang and give him a war invitation, if I can't get this face back, I will die to make it clear."
Shi Yonghu said "If you lose, do we continue to challenge that mercenary? What will outsiders think of us? Wouldn't they say that our Shaolin inner sect is incompetent with wheel tactics?"
Yang Ling couldn't help but freeze as he said, "Then what do you mean, Senior Uncle?"
Shi Yonghu glanced at the opposite side of the table at Han Nightwind and said "Nightwind, you speak."
Cold Night Wind then stood up, his face was light and gentle. "Senior Brother Yang, previously, you and that mercenary Chen Yang did not get along too well. The enmity and grudges involved have been heard by martial arts people on this side of the continent, including those overseas. Now you go to place a war invitation, Chen Yang may not accept it. He has his reasons for not accepting it. No one will say anything against him. Therefore, it is not advisable to place a war invitation."
He paused and continued "What we mean is this, we will lead many martial arts masters to organize a Martial King Golden Sword Tournament. When the time comes, let Chen Yang take part in it and you too. We hope that you will be able to fight the Shaolin Inner Sect in this Martial King Golden Sword Tournament, and by the way, you will also take care of Chen Yang. In this way, if Chen Yang dies in the middle of the competition, no one will say that we are retaliating."
Yang Ling's eyes couldn't help but light up, thinking that this was really a good idea. However, he immediately worried, "But what if Chen Yang refuses to participate in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Competition?"
Cold Night Wind said indifferently, "It's in the hands of the people, Senior Brother Yang, you are such a smart person, there must be a way to make him participate in the Golden Sword Competition."
A ray of coldness flashed in Yang Ling's eyes as he nodded.
It had to be said that this move of the Martial Golden Sword Competition was very wonderful. This competition, if the Shaolin Inner Sect operated well, it could make a name for the Shaolin Inner Sect and sweep away the previous decline brought about by the Chen Yang incident.
This was a two for one move.
The Shaolin Inner Sect also needed such a tournament to prove itself.
Previously, Yang Ling had said that he was going to give Chen Yang a war invitation. That was completely undesirable because everyone knew about the life and death match between Chen Yang and Luo Neng before. Chen Yang had already said that he wouldn't accept a wheel battle after that. This was something Chen Yang had taken advantage of.
But now that it was a competition, Chen Yang couldn't be talking about any wheel fights.
Of course, at the moment, the first prerequisite was that Chen Yang had to participate in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Competition, and if he was not willing to participate, that would be enough of a headache for Yang Ling's side.
Shi Yonghu's side was very considerate. In order not to let people in the martial arts world think that the Shaolin Inner Sect was behind the manipulation of this matter, they kept their faces hidden. In the next few days, Shi Yonghu utilized his contacts and first found Dong Haiyun, the president of Yanjing's martial arts association. Shi Yonghu gave Dong Haiyun a large sum of money and funds for the event, allowing Dong Haiyun to organize this Wudao Golden Sword Competition.
Dong Haiyun, who was well known in the domestic martial arts community, gladly accepted the check from Shi Yonghu. On the same day, Dong Haiyun contacted several famous old fighters in China to discuss the matter. In the end, they in turn each agreed to send their favorite disciples to participate in the battle.
The rewards for this Martial Arts Golden Sword Competition were very generous.
The final winner would also receive an honorary golden sword.
Dong Haiyun organized the Wudao Golden Sword Competition in conjunction with the old fighters and old masters of various sects, and the organizer of this event was finally decided to be Foshan.
After all, Foshan is the home of martial arts.
A hundred schools of thought, promote Chinese martial arts is the purpose of this competition.