"Your master is going to retreat to study Tai Chi swordsmanship. The five of us will accompany the protectors. We have called you here to arrange the affairs of Wudang. Song Qingshu, you are the third-generation chief disciple and the face of Wudang Mountain. When we are not here,
, if other sects come to visit, you will be responsible for receiving them, and you must not neglect them."
In the Zhenwu Hall, the Five Wudang Heroes, headed by Song Yuanqiao, sat cross-legged under the statue of Emperor Zhenwu.
On both sides, three generations of disciples from Wudang Mountain were divided into two groups and stood in awe on both sides. On the left was Song Yuanqiao's son Song Qingshu, and on the right was Yu Lianzhou's eldest disciple Wang Yizhi.
After hearing Song Yuanqiao's words, Song Qingshu took two steps forward and replied: "Don't worry, father, there won't be any problems as long as I'm here."
"It's best this way." Song Yuanqiao looked noncommittal, turned to look at Wang Yizhi, and continued: "Yizhi, in two months, it will be the 60th birthday of Mr. Sun San, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect. You choose eight disciples to replace Wudang.
Take a trip to the mountains. Remember, do more chivalrous things along the way so as to spread the reputation of my Wudang Mountains."
"Yes, uncle!" Wang Yizhi looks like he is in his mid-twenties. He ranks second in martial arts among the three generations of disciples. Now he has a top-notch cultivation level and is a good player in the world.
Seeing Wang Yizhi going to Qingcheng Mountain, Song Qingshu's eyes flashed with joy.
There are hundreds of disciples of the three generations of Wudang. When there are too many people, there will naturally be conflicts, and there will be large and small hills.
Song Qingshu represents the nobility class in Wudang Mountain. As the son of the acting head Song Yuanqiao, he is also the face of Wudang Mountain. He is surrounded by a large group of wealthy businessmen, martial arts families, officials and other apprentices.
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On the contrary, Wang Yizhi is the child of an ordinary villager at the foot of Wudang Mountain, and he is valued by Wudang Mountain because of his talent.
Led by him, a group of disciples from poor families also gathered, and they often fought with Song Qingshu.
As for Song Yuanqiao's eldest disciple, Zhang Xilai, who has the highest level of cultivation among the three generations of disciples, does not represent the second generation or a poor family, but the hermit class on Wudang Mountain.
These people like to practice hard in seclusion, do not compete for fame or wealth, and do not jump up and down. They are the group of people with the highest cultivation among the three generations of disciples.
The second generation Song Qingshu, the poor Wang Yizhi, and the ascetic monk Zhang Xilai.
The three of them each have their own merits and are the best among the three generations of disciples, forming the three largest hills on Wudang Mountain.
The remaining hundreds of disciples gathered around the three of them, either waving flags and shouting, or actively following them, forming a healthy competition on Wudang Mountain.
"When the elders are away, you should practice well. If you encounter difficult decisions, you can go to the Third Master Yu Daiyan to make a decision. In addition, the library will be open to the Divine Doctor Wang during this period. The Divine Doctor Wang has been a great favor to me in Wudang Mountain.
, you must not be unreasonable. Also, the founder, his old man, promised Zhou Zhiruo of the Emei Sect that he would let her stay in the mountains for a few days and learn a set of Wudang swordsmanship.
This time I will accompany the Patriarch in retreat. You can ask Zhou Zhiruo to go to Tianzhu Peak where your senior brother is retreating and learn Wudang swordsmanship from your senior brother. As for Zhang Wuji, the alchemy room has a hundred heart-protecting pills carefully developed by the Patriarch.
You can take one pill every time you have an attack of cold poison. This elixir can relieve the pain of cold poison."
Song Yuanqiao was like a parent who was about to go out, integrating and dividing all the affairs on Wudang Mountain.
From the normal travel of the sect to the food issues of the sect disciples, every detail is arranged.
After talking about half a stick of incense, Song Yuanqiao felt that there was nothing more to add, so he nodded slightly to everyone and said, "Let's go."
"Uncle, Master, disciples, please retire..."
Hundreds of disciples filed out and looked at each other outside the main hall, with joy on their faces.
Wudang Mountain is a famous and upright sect with many rules. In the next three months, without the pressure of the master and elders, these disciples will certainly be happy.
"Senior Brother Wang, please don't lose etiquette when you go to Qingcheng Mountain to pay birthdays this time. We are a famous sect in Wudang Mountain. You will represent the face of Wudang when you go out. Don't make people laugh!" Song Qingshu was surrounded by a group of people and came out.
After entering the palace gate, he finally opened fire directly.
Wang Yizhi was from a poor family, and his ancestors had been farmers for eight generations. Song Qingshu's words were simply saying that his dog meat could not be eaten at the banquet, and that if he went out, he would bring shame to Wudang Mountain.
However, Wang Yizhi's ability to become the leader of a humble family and one of the top three disciples of Wudang Mountain is not so easy to deal with.
After hearing the sound, he had a half-smile on his face, and did not mention how he would go down the mountain. Instead, he said regretfully: "Thank you, Junior Brother Song, for your concern. Originally, Senior Brother wanted to stay on the mountain to help you regain your face, and let that person know that I am also in Wudang Mountain."
It’s not something to be trifled with. Now that I’m going to Qingcheng Mountain, this matter will be delayed. It seems that for this face issue, I have to find it myself, Junior Brother Song!”
"You!" Song Qingshu was furious when he heard this. At noon, in front of hundreds of people, he was easily defeated by Wang Xu, which made him feel extremely humiliated.
Wang Yizhi's bringing up old things at this time was no less than rubbing salt into the wound. How could Song Qingshu endure it?
"Junior brother, be a little less angry. Our Wudang Mind Method is Zhengping. How can we achieve results with such an angry temper? You must remember it!" Wang Yizhi's caring tone sounded more like scolding to Song Qingshu's ears than scolding him.
The sentence still feels uncomfortable. Doesn't this emphasize that his cultivation level is low?
Song Qingshu's fists tightened again and again, and his face was so gloomy that water dripped from his face. He said in a cold voice: "Wang, let's see who can laugh last. Let's go."
A large group of people accompanied Song Qingshu as he left.
A disciple who was following Wang Yizhi watched the group of people leave and whispered: "Brother, you are going to Qingcheng Mountain to pay your birthday this time. It will take at least more than a month to go back and forth. I'm afraid Song Qingshu will not be peaceful!"
"It's okay. Even if all the master uncles want to accompany the founder in retreat, there are still three master uncles sitting on the mountain, and he can't change the world." Wang Yizhi had a sneer on his face, and he despised Song Qingshu from the bottom of his heart. Such a playboy,
Besides having a good life, there is nothing else.
"Senior brother, Song Qingshu's father is Master Song, the current head of Wushu. Isn't it unwise for us to compete with him?" Three more generations of disciples came forward and asked in a low voice their doubts.
Wang Yizhi glanced at this man and said with a contemptuous smile: "We are all from ordinary families, and we are naturally unable to integrate into Song Qingshu's circle. If we don't compete with him, are we going to be his weaklings? Humph, don't think Master Song is Song Qingshu.
My father, this man can't hold up a wall, and he can't even think about the position of headmaster. As long as he is not the third generation headmaster, he will not pose a threat to us. Do you think I will be afraid of him?"
"Senior brother is right. As long as senior brother is here, Song Qingshu is nothing. Even if he takes a turn, it won't be his turn."
A group of people were talking about it. Everyone knew what Song Qingshu was like. No one knew what Song Qingshu was like. No one was optimistic that he could take charge of Wudang Mountain.
When it comes to selecting a person to take charge of Wudang Mountain among the three generations of disciples, Senior Brother Zhang Xilai is the first one.
With high martial arts skills, high prestige, and being a senior brother, Zhang Xilai is the real core of the third generation. Whether it is Wang Yizhi or Song Qingshu, they are all inferior to him.
After all, this is the world of martial arts, and at the end of the day, one has to judge by martial arts.
It's just that Zhang Xilai is indifferent to fame and fortune and never competes for anything. It's not an exaggeration to call him a martial arts fanatic. This makes the situation more subtle.
"Eldest Brother is retreating this time to attack the master realm. Even if he doesn't compete for the position of master, he will be like the Dinghai Shenzhen of Wudang Mountain in the future. Compared with Eldest Brother, Song Qingshu is a greater threat to us. If we really let him take the position
, the dark clouds covered the sun, and there was no more sunshine for us. Therefore, after I leave, you must act carefully. It is best to induce Song Qingshu to take action against Zhang Wuji or Doctor Wang.
Making a mistake once or twice is inconspicuous, making a mistake three or five times can be forgiven, but making a mistake ten or eight times, or making a big mistake, Song Qingshu will definitely disappoint his ancestor, and he will never have to think about that position for the rest of his life, do you understand?"
Under the moonlight, everyone's faces were blurred, and even Wang Yizhi's expression was hidden in the darkness.
After a moment of silence, everyone nodded slightly and replied in unison: "Yes, senior brother!"