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Chapter 160 Wudang Prosperity
Outside Shaoshi Mountain, on a hidden mountain, it is quiet and deserted.

Not long after, a monk and a layman came quietly.

After Cheng Kun returned to the temple blind at Sandu, his heart was full of joy, and he immediately sent a letter to his apprentice Chen Youliang to discuss the next step.

Chen Youliang is now a disciple of the Nine Pockets of the Beggars' Gang. If it weren't for his lack of qualifications, the seat of an elder would be easily available, but the current leader of the Beggars' Gang, Shi Huolong, is still shrewd and capable, which makes him feel a little helpless.

"Master, Shi Huolong is really an eyesore and hinders our future plans. Do you want me to design and get rid of him?" Chen Youliang asked selfishly.

Cheng Kun couldn't see the selfishness of his apprentice, but he didn't take it seriously. It's a good thing to have a desire for power, but Shi Huolong is useful to keep it, so he shook his head and said: "Shi Huolong is an important chess piece for the teacher to deal with Suning. , can’t move him yet.”

After all, Chen Youliang is young, no matter how deep the city is, he is still not as scheming as Cheng Kun, he asked puzzledly: "Master, Suning is almost invincible in the world now, if it is not eliminated at this time, I am afraid that in a few years, no one in the world can control it." Stop him."

Cheng Kun smiled sinisterly: "It doesn't matter how good the martial arts are, as long as the plan is right, even if Suning is the enemy of thousands of people, I want him to be embattled on all sides and become Xiang Yu who slays himself in Wujiang."

Chen Youliang is familiar with the allusions of the besieged on all sides. When he was a child, he even yearned for the majestic majesty of the overlord of Western Chu, so he quickly guessed the master's plan.

Chen Youliang praised: "Master is as clear as a god, and the secrets are unpredictable."

Cheng Kun put his hands behind his back and smiled lightly: "People's hearts are sinister. Suning is much more terrifying than Zhang Sanfeng to Jianghu. If it weren't for his invincible skills, everyone would get rid of him quickly."

Chen Youliang nodded and said: "Master is right. Suning's existence is a disaster rather than a blessing for Jianghu. However, if Suning is not concerned, how can he have any flaws?"

Cheng Kun shook his head.

Chen Youliang asked inexplicably: "Master, what does this mean?"

Cheng Kun said with a deep smile: "Wait."

Chen Youliang understood and smiled bitterly.

The wind picked up, blowing off a few dead leaves from the trees.

Six years of time, like spring water and autumn trees, passed away quietly without knowing it.

The prestige of Wudang Junior Martial Uncle is known to everyone in the Jianghu.

Even if Suning didn't do it deliberately, the masters who challenged him were still like crucian carp in the river, and he would not show mercy on purpose, so most of them died under his sword. The masters of the rivers and lakes followed suit.

Many young rangers in fresh clothes and angry horses will always be angry in fresh clothes.

What's more, it's also jealousy. How can such a young boy steal all the limelight in the arena.

Except for those sect masters who were greedy for life and afraid of death, there were not a few masters who died under Suning's sword, which also gradually made the world feel a little bleak in autumn.

However, the Wudang faction became more and more prosperous.

As the second generation disciple of Wudang, Suning is the junior martial uncle of the third generation disciple, and from time to time, he teaches the swordsmanship of the third generation disciple. Song Qingshu, the leader of the third generation of disciples, has a high level of swordsmanship and has already surpassed the heads of all sects. He even had a quarrel with the head of the Kunlun School He Taichong and his wife Ban Shuxian last month, easily defeating them The joint Liangyi swordsmanship is famous far and wide.

Not to mention that the lay disciples of Suning, who are in charge of Song Qingshu, have gained some fame in the Jianghu, even if the Suning people are not in the Jianghu, his reputation is everywhere in the Jianghu.

This is a long time.

This made every sect hate Suning with itch, but there was nothing they could do about it, because after more than five years of training, Suning's martial arts had become truly invincible. In these five years, Suning never had to deal with any challenger. The second sword.

One sword is enough!
"Little Martial Uncle, you are so powerful that you even tied with Grand Master."

On this day, Su Ning thought that his swordsmanship was close to the end, so he sparred with Zhang Sanfeng. Because both sides had room for it, there was no winner. However, Su Ning knew that there was still a small gap between himself and his master Zhang Sanfeng, but Song Qingshu didn't know. After the grand master left, he immediately smiled with pride.

Su Ning said lightly: "Your master is just showing mercy."

Song Qingshu didn't believe it, nor did he want to believe it.

Suning smiled and did not want to explain more, because he knew that Song Qingshu, who blindly worshiped him, would not believe it at all.

In the way of martial arts, you can only prosper if you chase after each other. Because of Suning, Zhang Sanfeng, who has long been invincible in the world, also worked hard to practice martial arts, so that he can improve his martial arts, and he doesn't want to be compared with his little apprentice.

This also made Suning have to work harder to defeat Zhang Sanfeng.

In this regard, Suning was not discouraged, but looked forward to it.

It's just that no matter how high the martial arts are, that's the business of the Wudang sect. Other sects in the world, because of Suning, have lost their elite disciples. It's not easy to come here.

This also caused Suning to complain a lot in Jianghu, but he had been in Wudang during this period, teaching Zhou Zhiruo and practicing swords, and he didn't hear the world's affairs.

Song Qingshu naturally knew about Suning's affairs, but he felt that his junior uncle would not take these matters to heart at all. Nowadays, no one in the world could be his enemy.

Su Ning glanced down at the blue steel sword in his hand that was broken by Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi, sighed, discarded it casually, raised his head and said, "By the way, how is your Sixth Master Uncle doing recently?"

Suning is really worried about Yin Liting, and they all say that Wenrouxiang is the tomb of heroes, which is really an appropriate description for him.

When Ji Xiaofu took her daughter to the Guangming Summit four years ago, Yin Liting left Wudang Mountain without saying a word, wandering the rivers and lakes with one person and one sword, trying to forget Ji Xiaofu by this, but her whereabouts are uncertain.

Suning was afraid that Yin Liting would be in danger, so he asked Song Qingshu to help keep an eye on him for three years.

This also made Song Qingshu and Yin Liting, who were separated by one generation, become sworn friends. If they were not uncle and nephew, they would have cut off chicken heads and burned yellow paper to become brothers.

Because of Song Qingshu's enlightenment, Yin Liting gradually showed signs of getting out of the haze, but sometimes he would suddenly go crazy, and the weather was uncertain.

"It's much better. When I heard the news about Yang Xiao and Ji Xiaofu, I won't be as crazy as before." Song Qingshu thought for a while and sighed, "It's just because of Ji Xiaofu's matter that Sixth Master Uncle's affection for men and women Already a little disheartened, I introduced Jianghu Heroine to him several times, but he was ruthlessly rejected."

Su Ning said with a smile: "Qing Shu, you are really obsessed with obsession. I have already given up on your little uncle. I didn't expect you to be so tireless. Not bad, it is worthy of praise."

Song Qingshu hasn't been praised by Suning for a long time, upon hearing this, he smiled brightly.

At this time, Su Ning looked at the peak of Zhujian Peak, where more than 40 lay disciples were practicing swordsmanship.

Perhaps from Suning's point of view, the swordsmanship of those people was really not worth looking at, but in the world of martial arts, the swordsmanship of those Wudang disciples was already considered superb.

Song Qingshu noticed the little uncle's gaze, and said triumphantly: "Little uncle, our Wudang sect is already the number one sect in the Jianghu, far surpassing the Shaolin sect. No one dares to mention the matter of Tai Shifu's birth from the Shaolin sect anymore. It is said that youth comes from blue and is better than blue."

Of course, there were some things he didn't dare to say.

Junior uncle is even better than his predecessor!
(End of this chapter)