The strongest master in history

"Have you heard? Fifth Master Uncle's son Zhang Wuji is back."

"I heard that he took a master with him up the mountain."

"What? That kid actually worshiped another teacher and brought him to Wudang. This clearly doesn't take our Wudang faction seriously!"

"Hmph, Yin Susu is a witch from a cult, how can her son be any better?"

"That's right, otherwise Fifth Martial Uncle wouldn't have been killed, and Third Martial Uncle wouldn't have been crippled for life."

"Senior Brother Song, what do you think of this?"

As soon as the words changed, all the Wudang disciples who were chattering turned their attention to a young man.

This boy was born with a face like a crown jade, quite handsome, and revealed a scholarly temperament, it was Song Qingshu.

Those present were all Wudang's third-generation disciples, obviously from Song Yuanqiao's lineage.

"Wuji is always a disciple of Wudang. It is wrong to worship another teacher. If it is someone else, I am afraid that he will be punished for disloyalty to his teacher. But he is still the only son of Wudang, whether it is my father or the others. Uncle Martial Arts will definitely not punish him, not to mention that even Martial Master loves him, and would spend a lot of energy to keep him alive." Song Qingshu's tone was calm, but he felt a little jealous when he talked about it.

As the son of Song Yuanqiao, he was placed with high hopes since he was a child, and was raised as the future successor of Wudang, so Song Qingshu has always been proud and arrogant. Only in this matter, he felt that Zhang Wuji seemed to be favored more than himself.

"Senior Brother Song, Zhang Wuji is from the same sect after all, we may have nothing to do with him, but his master is different." A Wudang disciple with a bit of a mischievous look said with squinted eyes.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly: "Oh? What do you mean by that?"

The Wudang disciple said: "This guy is not even 20 years old, he dares to be a teacher, I don't know what kind of trick he played to trick Zhang Wuji into worshiping him as a teacher, now he actually dares to come to our Wudang, obviously he is planning to show off his might. If we don’t give him some flair, I’m afraid he won’t know what the sky is high and the earth is thick.”

"Junior Brother Liu Bi is right. Why don't we find an opportunity to stop that kid and beat him up, so that he can know how powerful we are at Wudang."

"That's right, digging into the head of our Wudang sect is simply reckless, and we must teach him a lesson." A group of Wudang disciples echoed.

Song Qingshu seemed a little hesitant: "What if my father finds out about this..."

"Senior Brother Song, don't worry, the head master may not blame us. Zhang Wuji is a disciple of our Wudang sect, how can he join someone else's sect? If the head master really blames him, we will definitely not confess to you, Senior Brother Song " Liu Bi said flatteringly, Song Qingshu is the heir of Wudang's direct line, a lot of fawning, there are many benefits!
"That's it!" Song Qingshu thought for a moment: "Okay, then let's discuss specific actions. Where are the two of them now?"

A disciple said: "I just saw that they were arranged in the wing next to the Hall of Eternal Life, which is where Zhang Wuji lived before."

Song Qingshu nodded: "Well, there is a letter from Emei, planning to join the six major factions to discuss the encirclement and suppression of the Demon Cult. My father and several uncles are in a meeting. I guess we don't know that Zhang Wuji is back. This is our opportunity."

Liu Bi beamed and said: "I'll go and lure Zhang Wuji away, and I'll leave the rest to the brothers."

"Okay, that's it." Song Qingshu slapped his thigh and said with a sneer, "I would like to meet that kid and see how much he weighs."

……

Lin Yuanjian and Zhang Wuji, master and apprentice, each took a bath, changed their clothes, and finally got rid of the dusty savage look.

"It fits pretty well." Lin Yuanjian took a look at himself, changed the tattered modern casual clothes, and put on an ancient man's robe. If the hair was longer, he would be no different from an ancient man.

Zhang Wuji scratched his head embarrassingly: "This is my father's old clothes. I have wronged Master. When Wuji has money, I will definitely order a new one for you."

"Okay." Lin Yuanjian was not polite.

I don't know if Zhang Wuji is emotionally touched by the scene, his face looks a little sad.

Lin Yuanjian said: "My son's ambition is everywhere, so you should hide those past events in your heart. Your parents are alive and don't want to see you sad."

"Master, why do you know everything about Wuji so well?" Zhang Wuji asked this question that had been asked many times.

Lin Yuanjian said nonsense: "Because I have a heart to understand the world as a teacher."

Zhang Wuji was speechless, you say that every time!
Tuk tuk, there was a knock on the door.

"Wuji, Wuji, are you there?"

Zhang Wuji cupped his hands and said, "Master, I'll go out and have a look first, how about you take a rest here first?"

"Okay, you can go." Lin Yuanjian waved his hand. He really hadn't rested comfortably for a long time. Although the cave in the Kunlun Mountains was warm in winter and cool in summer, it was not as comfortable as a house, and there was a bed here.

Zhang Wuji quickly went out: "Hey, Senior Brother Liu? Is there something wrong?"

It was Liu Bi who came, and there was a sincere smile on his face: "Wuji, the third uncle said he wanted to see you, let's go and see him together."

"Third Uncle knows that I'm back?" Zhang Wuji thought of Yu Daiyan being disabled for life because of his mother, and he felt guilty for a while.

Liu Bidao: "That's right, the head master has some important discussions with the other martial uncles, so only the third martial uncle was notified."

"Then let's go." Zhang Wuji said hastily, after a long separation, he also missed Yu Daiyan very much.

Lin Yuanjian was about to take a rest when he suddenly frowned.

As soon as Zhang Wuji left, Song Qingshu and seven or eight Wudang disciples arrived in the courtyard.

A disciple said: "Brother Song, let's go in and catch that kid out."

Song Qingshu smiled confidently: "No, I'll meet him first, you wait here for me." After finishing speaking, he walked to the door and opened it unceremoniously.

"You said you are a decent disciple of a famous school, don't you even know the etiquette of knocking on the door?" A lazy voice sounded in the room, and all the Wudang disciples in the courtyard heard it.

"Hey, let him be rampant now, Senior Brother Song will definitely make him look good later."

"That's right, don't take a piss to see what kind of monkey you are, and dare to learn from others to accept apprentices!"

"Only a fool like Zhang Wuji would be fooled, hahaha!"

Song Qingshu closed the door, and carefully looked at the young man in front of him who looked younger than himself.

"I haven't asked your name yet."

Lin Yuan didn't answer, but instead asked, "Are you Song Qingshu?"

Song Qingshu proudly said: "Exactly." Immediately afterwards, his expression turned cold: "Do you know that Zhang Wuji is our Wudang disciple?"

"So what if you're a Wudang disciple?" Lin Yuanjian expected this kind of thing to happen, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.