The strongest master in history

Mo Shenggu said earnestly: "Young master Lin, I hope you can keep this matter a secret from the outside world. It concerns the face of our Wudang faction. What's more, Qingshu reined in the precipice in time and did not cause any major mistakes."

Lin Yuanjian said: "Don't worry, I won't say it. I just want to say something to Song Shaoxia. Feelings can't be forced. If people don't like you, they don't like you. Too much force will only backfire."

Song Qingshu's expression changed when he heard this: "You are talking nonsense, you are not Miss Zhou, how do you know she doesn't like me?"

Lin Yuanjian patted the leaves on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Of course I know, her sweetheart is my disciple Wuji."

Mo Shenggu worried: "Young master Lin, let's not mention these things at this time..." He was afraid that this nephew, who was fragile by nature and had no setbacks, would not be able to withstand the blow.

"No, Uncle Seven, I want to hear from him!" Song Qingshu's face suddenly turned pale: "Is there anything I, Song Qingshu, can't compare to Zhang Wuji? I am the third generation heir of Wudang in terms of background, I am more handsome than him in terms of appearance, and I am better at writing. I am also full of poetry and books!"

Lin Yuanjian pondered for a long while, it seems that today he wants to pour cold water on this kid to make him realize the reality. As for whether he can wake up or continue to be obsessed, it depends on his fate.

"Perhaps what you said is better than Wuji, but there is one thing that is far from being comparable to you."

Song Qingshu asked unwillingly: "What is it?"

Lin Yuanjian was pacing back and forth, and said slowly: "Back then, Wuji was suffering from the palm of Xuanming God and suffered from cold poison. Master Zhang took him to Shaolin and wanted to borrow Shaolin Jiuyang Kungfu from Master Kongwen for treatment. In the Hanshui area, I happened to meet Miss Zhou who was hunted down by Mongolian soldiers. After being introduced by Zhenren Zhang, Miss Zhou joined the Emei Sect. The roots are deep. Between you and Wuji, Miss Zhou met Wuji first, not you. On this point alone, you will miss the opportunity. No matter how hard you try, it will be useless. Miss Zhou has only Wuji in her heart. If you want to get a leg, it will only make her hate you even more. As the saying goes, there is no grass anywhere in the world, why bother to love a single flower? A man was born in the world, so why not have a wife Don’t give up the whole forest just for one tree, Miss Zhou can’t catch it, Miss Li, Miss Chen, Miss Huang, Miss Zhang, Miss Wang, what’s the difference between loving someone you can’t love and licking a dog?”

How is it different from licking a dog?
Lick the dog?

Lick the dog!

These two words pierced Song Qingshu's heart like sharp needles: "Yes, I, Song Qingshu, are really like a licking dog. I can't love it, and I can't forget it..."

"She doesn't love me, Zhiruo doesn't love me at all." Song Qingshu sat down crying bitterly, pounding the ground with one fist after another until his fists bled.

"Qingshu, don't hurt yourself like this. It doesn't matter if Miss Zhou doesn't love you, but Uncle Qi loves you!" Mo Shenggu grabbed Song Qingshu's hand and said with great distress.

Song Qingshu raised his sleeve and wiped his nose: "Uncle Qi, you are not a woman!"

Mo Shenggu was confused: "No...Qing Shu, don't get me wrong, Uncle Qi's love for you is the love of elders for juniors, Uncle Qi is not as good as Long Yang."

"Tsk tsk, Song Shaoxia, you are the heir of Wudang, and you have a heavy responsibility. Why do you feel sad because of some children's personal affairs? A man has ambitions everywhere, are you sure you want to continue like this?" Lin Yuanjian looked down at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu's mind was shaken, and he felt like the sound of morning bells and evening drums in his ears. The fog lingering in front of his eyes gradually dissipated, and everything became extremely clear and thorough!

After meditating in a daze for a long time, he felt that he seemed to have figured out a lot of things, so he quickly broke away from Mo Shenggu's grasp, tidied his clothes, and immediately bowed deeply to Lin Yuanjian, saying: "Mr. Those words really enlightened Qingshu, if it wasn’t for this, I’m still in the dark, and I don’t know when I will be able to break through the puzzle!”

Lin Yuanjian showed a smile: "It's good that you can understand these things. I hope you can concentrate on carrying forward the Wudang faction in the future."

Song Qingshu said: "Mr. Chenglin's auspicious words, Qingshu must remember them in his heart."

Song Qingshu's nature is not bad, but he is too infatuated, and eventually he is trapped by love, and also mad by love, making a big mistake.

But today, Lin Yuanjian's words woke him up.

If there are no accidents in the future, Song Qingshu should not go astray again.

Song Qingshu said to Mo Shenggu again: "Uncle Seven, I will go back to Wudang with you to confess my mistake to my father. I will retreat for five years and concentrate on studying my own martial arts."

Mo Shenggu was very pleased: "Qingshu, you are so happy to think of Uncle Qi like this. The sages often say that knowing your mistakes can make a big difference. I hope you can be an upright person in the future and don't lose face of the Wudang faction."

"Uncle Seven, I almost hurt you by being absent-minded just now, I..." Song Qingshu was filled with guilt.

Mo Shenggu laughed loudly and said: "Silly boy, Uncle Seven doesn't blame you, it didn't hurt you!"

Lin Yuanjian was very moved. He didn't expect that this would allow him to meet the two of them. This time, he not only rewrote the fate of Mo Shenggu's box lunch, but also saved Song Qingshu, a lost young man, killing two birds with one stone.

"Mr. Lin, thank you for mentioning the green book. I am here to thank you for Wudang!" Mo Shenggu bowed to Lin Yuanjian with great gratitude.

Lin Yuanjian clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Mo Qixia is being polite, how can I be considered friends with the Wudang faction, so you don't need to be out of touch with such a small matter." Friends?Your master Zhang Sanfeng has worshiped me as a teacher, if you are not polite, you have to call me Shizu!
Mo Shenggu said: "Qing Shu and I have to rush back to Wudang to report to the head, so it is inconvenient to disturb Mr. Lin. If Mr. Lin is free, please come to Wudang for a talk. Wudang will definitely entertain you."

Lin Yuanjian said: "Okay, I will definitely go if I have time, Mo Qixia should be careful all the way."

Mo Shenggu said to Song Qingshu: "Qingshu, let's go."

Song Qingshu responded, and the master, uncle and nephew quickly headed towards the southwest.

Lin Yuanjian went back to Luoyang City and continued to inquire about the situation of the Beggar Gang.

He had just returned to the city, but he saw a somewhat familiar face on the street again, wasn't it the elder Zheng of the beggar gang who was kicked ten miles away by himself and fell into the sea a few days ago?This product has not been drowned yet, it seems that the water quality is good.

I saw this Elder Zheng with a cautious look on his face, looking left and right from time to time while walking, as if something important was happening to him.

In fact, few people paid attention to him as an old beggar.

Seeing a slight movement in Lin Yuan's heart, he quietly followed behind him.