Chapter 259 Zhang Wuji was slapped in the face again
"How's it going? Was it successful?"
"Okay, we have a good show tonight. Song Qingshu, the son of Uncle Song, humiliates Zhang Wuji, the son of Zhang Wuxia. Hum, no matter what the ending is, Song Qingshu will never escape the impression that he does not know the general situation in front of all the uncles."
"Hey, Song Qingshu is really clueless. He fell into the trap just by provoking him. How can such a person compare with Senior Brother Wang? Senior Brother Wang is so powerful. After deciding on the plan, he went down to Wudang Mountain overnight and directly avoided the whirlpool tonight.
, this is the style of three generations of descendants.”
A great opera was being sung in the room. Song Qingshu thought he was a spectator, but in fact they were all the protagonists in this monkey show.
Anyone who has read the book Yitian Slaying the Dragon knows that Wudang Mountain may seem calm, but in fact there are huge waves hidden inside.
If Wudang Mountain is used as a platform, Zhang Wuji is the protagonist and Song Qingshu is the villain, who among them wins.
No one succeeded, Zhang Wuji was forced out of Wudang by Song Qingshu, and Song Qingshu himself ended up dead.
From the plot, it seems that Song Qingshu is the cause of his own misfortune, but if you think about it carefully, is there really no pushing hand?
The decent protagonist is gone, the villain is dead, but Wudang Mountain is still there.
Who is the final winner, Zhang Wuji? No, there is another winner. It’s scary to think about it carefully.
"If you dare to tease me, I will kill you!" In the room, Zhang Wuji finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst out amidst everyone's laughter.
He screamed strangely and raised his fist, with infinite anger in his eyes, and rushed towards Song Qingshu.
In Wang Xu's hands, Song Qingshu was just like an adult beating a child. He had the final say on how to beat him.
Zhang Wuji was not Wang Xu. As soon as he took a few steps forward, two disciples following Song Qingshu pushed him to the ground.
"Kill, kill, I'm going to kill, kill you!" Zhang Wuji was pinned to the ground, his eyes like a wounded lone wolf, making everyone shudder.
Song Qingshu was frightened by his madness for a moment. After he reacted, he said angrily: "Who can't scare people? Hit me and let him remember a little longer!"
Following Song Qingshu's order, people around him started fighting with fists and kicks.
Zhang Wuji has held a very special status in Wudang Mountain in recent years. Although he cannot practice martial arts, he is a favorite in the eyes of all his masters and uncles.
Punching and kicking this sweetheart was something they had never dared to think about before. Now that they had Song Qingshu's order, how could they be polite to Zhang Wuji.
"Qingshu, will something happen?" Looking at Zhang Wuji who was being beaten, Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly.
Although she didn't like Zhang Wuji, she also knew how favored Zhang Wuji was in Wudang Mountain, so she might not be able to explain it if she attacked him too harshly.
"It's okay. I've been putting up with this guy for a long time, and I've always wanted to teach him a lesson. This time, my uncles and ancestors will not come out in seclusion for three months. He can't even find anyone to complain to."
Song Qingshu had a cruel smile, because Zhang Wuji is the son of Zhang Wuxia. He has lost his father since he was a child and is still a useless person who cannot practice martial arts. Therefore, since he was a child, he would eat any delicious food first.
Even to his father Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Wuji was more favored than him, which made Song Qingshu always hold a grudge.
Now that he finally had the opportunity, if Song Qingshu didn't teach him a lesson, he wouldn't be a dandy from Wudang Mountain. What's more, Zhang Wuji dared to take advantage of Zhou Zhiruo. How could Song Qingshu, who was equally moved, endure this?
"I'll fight with you!" After being beaten for a while, Zhang Wuji seized the opportunity, picked up the chair on the ground and swung it towards everyone.
Seeing that Zhang Wuji still dared to resist, Song Qingshu flew up, kicked him on the chest, and kicked him out.
The huge force took Zhang Wuji flying six to seven meters, and he fell into the yard and rolled twice before coming to a stop.
Before Zhang Wuji could get up from the ground, Song Qingshu also jumped outside and kicked Zhang Wuji out again, knocking Zhang Wuji back again.
"You unlucky ghost, you have defeated your father and your mother to death, and you are still hanging on Wudang Mountain. Master supplies you with internal energy every day to help you resolve the pain of cold poison. If these internal forces were transferred to me, I would have become a master-level expert.
." The more Song Qingshu thought about it, the angrier he became. A great master like Zhang Sanfeng could use his inner strength to help people recuperate every day, and the amount of energy they consumed could be achieved through initiation, and he could become a master.
If he enjoys this kind of treatment, it will not be easy for him as a master, so there is no need to practice hard.
But this guy, who eats and drinks Wudang food, doesn’t know how to be grateful.
He is Song Yuanqiao's son and the future leader of the third generation. Zhang Wuji, a good-for-nothing, is always the opposite of him. Does he really take him seriously?
"Ahem..." Zhang Wuji vomited blood and struggled to get up from the ground.
Song Qingshu stepped down, stepped on his face and trampled him to the ground, shouting: "You are a waste, your mother is a witch, you can do nothing but flatter me, why do you fight with me!"
"Don't scold my mother!" Zhang Wuji lay on the ground, hugging Song Qingshu's legs tightly and trying to push his legs away.
It's a pity that Song Qingshu also has first-class cultivation, and Zhang Wuji can't push him away if he steps on him.
"Your mother is a witch from the Demon Cult. Who knows if the Fifth Master Uncle is your father? Maybe you are a bastard born by your mother outside." Song Qingshu stepped on Zhang Wuji, and felt very relieved, and there was nothing left in his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth.
The door is closed.
The surrounding Wudang disciples were stunned and looked at Song Qingshu in disbelief.
You must know that the first commandment of Wudang is to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors. Once a disciple violates it, at least the martial arts will be abolished and expelled from the sect, or at the worst, the sect must be cleaned up.
No matter how bad Zhang Wuji is, he is still Zhang Wuxia's son. You can beat him, but you can't insult Zhang Wuxia. This will violate the rules of the family.
With the strict sect rules of Wudang Mountain, if this matter gets serious, even if Song Qingshu is Song Yuanqiao's son, it won't work. After all, Zhang Sanfeng is still alive.
"Senior brother, be careful what you say!" The fellow seniors around him, most of whom were Song Qingshu's supporters, hurriedly reminded him.
After Song Qingshu said the above words, he actually regretted it himself and quickly changed his words: "Zhang Wuji, today you broke into Junior Sister Zhiruo's boudoir without permission. It's a light lesson to teach you a lesson. Do you accept it?"
"If you don't accept it, you guys are collaborating to frame me. I will report it to my ancestor when he comes out of confinement!" At this time, how could Zhang Wuji bow to Song Qingshu? Anyway, he didn't believe that Song Qingshu dared to kill him. At most, he would be beaten twice more.
When Song Qingshu heard this, he used his toes to rub Zhang Wuji's face, and then asked: "Do you accept it or not?"
"Okay, everyone watching the show has left. It's almost time to disperse." A whisper sounded, and a figure fell from the sky and landed firmly next to Song Qingshu.
This person was Wang Xu. In fact, he had been here a long time ago, but he found two little mice before he showed up.
From the conversation between these two people, Wang Xu heard that today's confrontation was actually just a plan by someone with intentions. What they wanted was for Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji to compete.
Looking at it now, the effect is perfect, even beyond expectations.
I am afraid that even Wang Yizhi himself did not expect that Song Qingshu would be so angry with Zhang Wuji that he would even say that Zhang Wuxia was not Zhang Wuji's biological father.
Stupid, big fool.
Wang Xu knew before that Song Qingshu was not smart, but he didn't expect that he was even stupider than he thought and dared to be fair and aboveboard.
Doesn't he know that you can eat indiscriminately but don't talk indiscriminately? People who talk indiscriminately will not live long.
Wang Xu knew without thinking that everything that happened today would be presented to Song Yuanqiao and his entourage exactly as they were when they left the customs in three months.
At that time, what will Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Sanfeng think? How can a person who can't even tolerate the orphan of his uncle, a useless person who can't practice martial arts, lead Wudang Mountain to compete with Shaolin?
If Wudang Mountain is left in the hands of such a person, will Wudang still be Wudang? No one from the Demon Cult can do such a thing.
Even if Song Qingshu had Zhou Zhiruo testify and used Zhang Wuji to break into Zhou Zhiruo's boudoir as a cover, he would still lose his skin if this happened.
By that time, let alone the position of the third-generation leader, it is not certain whether people like Zhang Sanfeng can become an elder from Wudang Mountain a hundred years later. All the good cards in his hand will be lost.
"Why are you here?" Song Qingshu was still a little guilty when he saw Wang Xu appearing at noon today.
Wang Xu shook his head slightly, and just as he was about to say something, laughter came from the roof: "Why don't you fight? The moonlight is so beautiful today, how boring will I be if you don't fight?"
Everyone looked up and saw a girl in red sitting on the roof, dragging her chin and looking this way.