Chapter 14
Chapter 14 Going to Wudang Again
A little bit of sparkle whirled quietly from Zhang Sanfeng’s eye sockets, and when he was about to fall, he came back to his senses when he heard someone’s footsteps approaching.
Zhou Zhiruo approached lightly, and looked at the two young men who were not wearing Wudang Taoist robes.
She had known for a long time that one of the two should be Song Qingshu, the son of Wudang Song Yuanqiao, and the other should be Zhang Wuji, the orphan of Wudang Zhang Cuishan.
Lianbu settled down, turning around and looking up to see a chubby figure leading Wudang Six Heroes on her back, Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly removed the veil from her face to show her a nice face in salute.
Then he saluted in his hand, spoke slowly, and said respectfully.
“Emei disciple Zhou Zhiruo joined Zhang Zhenren.”
Zhang Sanfeng turned around and said with a little witty Kaidō: “The flames of extinction are not so great, right.”
Strictly speaking, it seemed that it was a bit wrong and rude to say that the master was not in front of the disciples.
But Zhou Zhiruo smiled coincidentally when he heard that his face was neither angry nor annoyed.
“In recent years, my master has devoted himself to studying Buddhism, and his cultivation has naturally improved.”
He calmly defended Master’s face and reputation, and did not rush into dissatisfaction with him.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled with satisfaction. The Emei disciples of this generation are not as unbearable as extinction, and her Emei can finally be passed on properly.
In an instant, Zhang Sanfeng’s attitude was very good, and his words also brought some compliments.
“You are very good at talking, and the extinction received your apprentice’s fortune-telling.”
Then he whispered and waved
“Wuji, come take the Yitian Sword and return it to Emei.”
Hearing this, Song Qingshu immediately froze, and gave Zhang Wuji a deep glance.
Zhang Wuji was still a little timid in this kind of scene, and without a word, he took the Heavenly Sword from Zhang Sanfeng and passed it to Zhou Zhiruo.
Zhou Zhiruo was also looking up at the honest-looking young man in front of him.
On this occasion, it is not a trivial matter for Wudang to return the Heavenly Sword to Emei, but Zhang Sanfeng used the recent name Zhang Wuji to represent Wudang. The closeness and love contained therein are self-evident.
Zhou Zhiruo knew in her heart that even though Zhang Sanfeng had passed that the head of Wudang was in Song Yuanqiao, he still had to decide who the next generation head was as long as Zhang Sanfeng was not dead.
In other words, Zhang Wuji among the Wudang Third Generation disciples is very likely to be the next head of Wudang.
Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly smiled when he thought of this place, expressing closeness.
“Brother Wuji, are you the son of Zhang Cuishan and Zhang Wuxia?”
I thought to myself that as soon as the young man in front of me answered, she would immediately confide in words such as “I admire Zhang Wuxia very much when I was young”, and then further close the relationship between the two and leave a good impression.
But Zhou Zhiruo knew that the death of his parents had always been Zhang Wuji’s heart disease, and Zhang Wuji was a little stumbling for a while.
Before Zhang Wuji could answer anything, Song Qingshu couldn’t wait to jump out.
“Yes, Junior Brother Wuji is an orphan left by Uncle Five.”
After turning Zhou Zhiruo’s gaze on him, Song Qingshu immediately bowed his chest and raised his head.
“In the Qingshu of the Lower Song Dynasty, my father is Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Wudang Seven Swordsmen.”
At this time, Zhang Sanfeng interrupted: “Zhiruo, you have come from afar, so just stay for two days. By the way, let my big apprentice Song Yuanqiao teach you a set of Wudang swordsmanship.”
Zhou Zhiruo was overjoyed when he heard the words, and leaned to express his gratitude: “Thank you Zhang Zhenren.”
Which sect is not hiding its own martial arts, and disciples of the same school with unknown roots and bad aptitudes will not pass it, let alone disciples of other schools.
Swordsmanship is not important. Zhou Zhiruo valued this honor and closeness.
In a few days, in a restaurant at the foot of Wudang, Li Xiu was inviting people to dinner again.
He previously disguised as Wudang to deliver firewood, and disappeared for more than ten days inexplicably. How could Wudang wait for him not to change.
Li Xiu was not stupid enough to beg that uncomfortable going back to chopping firewood, but the same trick repeated the trick and used a lot of money to buy the chaifu who replaced him.
The routine is old and vulgar, but it is so good.
Li Xiu, a man who treats money as dung, has heard a lot from historical legends since he was a child, and occasionally saw it on TV, but in real life he is very unlucky and has never seen it.
Huang Cancan’s gold fell, and he was the master, not Wudang.
He got the news from Wudang Houchu from Chaifu’s mouth, and Li Xiu’s thoughts immediately became alive.
Zhang Sanfeng was in retreat, and Wudang Six Heroes accompanied him to protect the law. Now Wudang is the head of Song Qingshu and manages all affairs.
Li Xiu wanted to go up the mountain to get the Heavenly Sword, but he had always been afraid of Zhang Sanfeng, saying that he was self-knowing or “from the heart”.
In short, Li Xiu, who is a great achievement in internal power, is confident to compete with Zhang Sanfeng.
However, Zhang Sanfeng might hang him up and fight if he wants to hang him, or hit him on the ground if he wants to hit the ground.
It is really not too easy to beat him like kneading noodles, after all, there is a difference of nearly a hundred years of martial arts knowledge and practical experience between him and Zhang Sanfeng.
In addition, he had an unusual century of martial arts experience. He was chased by Shaolin at a young age. After the hard work of establishing Wudang, he had to fight against the whole arena. It can be said that he played from an unknown age to advancing all over the world without fail.
In the original novel, Zhang Sanfeng brought Zhang Wuji to Shaolin to see Shaolin Jiuyang Gong. At that time, Shaolin meant: I have thousands of disciples from Shaolin Temple at the same time, and I don’t believe you Zhang Sanfeng can kill all of them.
The Shaolin Temple, the first major school of martial arts that has been passed down for hundreds of years, was actually not “If Zhang Sanfeng is rude, then take people down and ask the crime”, but a kind of stubborn stubbornness, the big deal will kill the net.
One person scared the entire Shaolin panicked. Looking at the world for hundreds of years, there has been, and there will be again!
Moreover, it is still a more peak stage in Zhang Sanfeng’s life. He is about to create the title of “real man” without the world martial arts Tai Chi and Tai Chi sword.
In a world where there is no element of cultivating immortals at all, the self-created path has shifted from martial arts masters to enlightening and cultivating immortals, how terrifying and amazing!
With Zhang Sanfeng sitting in Wudang, Li Xu really wouldn’t be so stupid to come to provoking and presumptuous.
But now Zhang Sanfeng is in retreat, and Wudang only has the Third Generation disciple and Emei Zhou Zhiruo, and Li Xiu doesn’t care about it at all.
He sneaked into Wudang that night and waited for an opportunity to make a move.
Among the Wudang faction, a siege is taking place in an exquisite small courtyard that has always been reserved for Wudang distinguished guests.
Several ordinary Wudang disciples joined together to kick Zhang Sanfeng’s pro heir Sun Zhang Wuji, who has always been very beloved.
Zhang Wuji was beaten so that his face was blue and purple, and his body was covered with dirt, crawling on the ground in embarrassment.
Song Qingshu, the fellow fellow at the side, smiled most openly and proudly. Zhang Wuji was so much favored by his master, and he didn’t even dare to do too much on the face. How could he be so happy today.
Zhou Zhiruo stood aside and hid her face and chuckled, also mocking.
Fortunately, she thought Zhang Wuji was so loved and close by Zhang Sanfeng that Wudang must be the next head of Wudang, so she hurried to talk more and even to please her.
But who knows that Zhang Wuji was in the palm of the god Xuan Ming eight years ago, and he could not practice martial arts in his entire life, maybe how long he could live, how could Wudang let a waste person be the head.
So after that, she accepted Song Qingshu’s great courtesy and agreed to his plan to collude with him to play a tease and bully Zhang Wuji.
In the dust, Zhang Wuji’s heart was extremely bitter.
He lost his father and mother since he was a child, and grew up in this Wudang sect. The small place allows him to see through the warmth and warmth of human relationships, making him passive and more sensible.
In addition to Master, who really loves himself, Isshin wants to dissolve Xuanming cold poison for him, there are also a few uncles and uncles who take care of him from time to time.
No one among Wudang’s Third Generation disciples gave him a good face.
Seeing that he can’t practice martial arts or rely on him, but can be extremely close to his master, he is either ignored or bullied, especially the group of people led by fellow brother Song Qingshu.
But what can he do, he can’t beat him, is he like a seven-year-old boy to announce a letter to his uncle teacher?
“Master, uncle, he is bullying me.”
After knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger, if the group of people can think clearly, how could the first person to bully him appear.
If the catastrophe does not come to oneself, how can one’s long memory become weakened.
Over time, sooner or later, “Master and Uncle, someone is bullying me.”
How many times can he say this repetition, and it is not ridiculous?
It doesn’t matter that he is laughed at, but in this way, the spirit of his father and mother in the sky will have to be affected by the tongue of him. Is he Zhang Wuji worthy of being a son of man?
What’s more, there is also a Song Qingshu in there. The son of the master Song Yuanqiao, whom he has always respected, is also the son of the current head of Wudang and the head of the third generation of Wudang.
Is that what he can sue? After sue, he is bound to be bullied even more severely.
Zhang Wuji had originally thought very clearly that Master Hao is over a hundred years old this year, and Hao is old. He disrespectfully wants to end his life, and Master can live for a few years.
Just bear with grievances, don’t let Master worry too much these years, as soon as Master goes away, he loses the strong internal strength to continue his life, and he can’t help but with his master after an episode of cold poison.
He used to come here in the past, but today is different. Masters and uncles are not going to retreat for March. Song Qingshu has no scruples, and even if he is killed, he will have a lot of excuses for exemption.
Zhang Wuji was really a little panicked, these people no longer had the importance of starting, and if they didn’t resist, they might be beaten to death or tortured to death.
Once I decided to resist, by the way, all the grievances and sufferings that had been accumulated over the past eight years also rushed to my heart, and the anger came from my heart for a while, and my face was flushed like blood.
Zhang Wuji fumbled for a stone brick from the ground, and swung it back, like a madman.
One was that Zhang Wuji did not expect to resist, and the other was that he was frightened by his desperate appearance, and several Wudang disciples couldn’t help backing away.
On the other hand, Zhang Wuji couldn’t stop his anger all his life, holding a stone brick in his hand and chasing a few Wudang disciples to fight, inexplicably gaining the upper hand.
But the good times didn’t last long, and Song Qing immediately went cold and shot viciously.
After a few strokes, Zhang Wuji was beaten back and forth, and the stone bricks in his hand did not know where it fell.
Finally, Song Qingshu kicked Zhang Wuji on the tree in the courtyard, and forced his neck with his feet so that he could not move.
Zhang Wuji was weak and frail after a few attempts but couldn’t escape.