Mixed martial arts: My daughter came down the mountain and boasted that I was a peerless master

Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng and the little guy, one old and one young, talked happily.

Yin Susu said something from time to time, making Zhang Sanfeng and the little guy laugh even louder.

As soon as Zhang Cuishan came back, he rushed over and knelt directly in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

"master!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng quickly helped Zhang Cuishan up.

"Cuishan, what are you doing?"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't understand what Zhang Cuishan did.

Zhang Cuishan cried:

"Master, Wuji is gone!"

"what?!"

Yin Susu on the side fainted when she heard this.

The little guy had quick eyes and quick hands and hurriedly supported Yin Susu.

Zhang Sanfeng's performance was extremely calm, and he frowned and asked:

"Cuishan, what are you talking about?"

"Wuji just disappeared, why did you say Wuji was gone?"

After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Ye Changan again.

Ye Changan told Zhang Sanfeng what he had told Zhang Cuishan before.

After listening, Zhang Sanfeng said in a deep voice:

"Cuishan, don't be impatient."

"You take Susu down first, and I'll talk to Chang'an."

Zhang Cuishan still wanted to say something, but several people from Song Yuanqiao stepped forward and pulled Zhang Cuishan up from the ground.

"Fifth brother, listen to the master!"

"Fifth brother..."

Song Yuanqiao and others pulled Zhang Cuishan down.

Yin Susu arranged for a female disciple from the Wudang Sect to be taken down to rest.

After everyone left, Zhang Sanfeng sighed.

"Hey, what's the matter!"

When you reach one hundred years old, you should be at an age where you should be pure and ascetic, but you are still troubled by worldly things.

Zhang Sanfeng felt very tired.

"Stop sighing, let's go over there and have a chat."

Ye Changan interrupted Zhang Sanfeng who was in a depressed mood.

"Go to the mountains..."

Zhang Sanfeng took Ye Changan through the same path that the little guy walked before.

The mountain road is a bluestone road.

A stone slab weighs several hundred kilograms. Ye Changan stepped on the stone slab and wanted to ask Zhang Sanfeng how he got these stone slabs.

However, Ye Changan did not ask such a embarrassing question.

"Chang'an, about Wuji..."

When they reached the top of the mountain, Zhang Sanfeng stopped and asked Ye Changan.

"I don't know if there is any grudge between you and Jinlun Dharma King."

"So, it's hard for me to judge whether Zhang Wuji is dead or alive."

Ye Changan shook his head.

"There is no grudge between the three of us, Jinlun Dharma King and Ruyang King."

Zhang Sanfeng said.

Decades ago, in order to break through to the realm of land gods, Zhang Sanfeng had no longer care about the secular world.

"If we really want to talk about grievances, it is between my disciples and King Ruyang."

"actually……"

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Ye Changan and Zhang Sanfeng chatted for more than an hour on the top of Wudang Mountain.

When they returned to the Taoist temple, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu were kneeling in front of the statue of Laozi in the Taoist temple.

"master……"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng coming back, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu shouted quickly.

Zhang Cuishan said in shame:

"Master, I'm sorry for you!"

After saying that, Zhang Cuishan kowtowed heavily to Zhang Sanfeng.

Yin Susu also kowtowed heavily.

"No problem."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head gently.

"I have asked the Chang'an Council to investigate Wuji's matter."

"You are not allowed to leave Wudang Mountain until the truth of the matter is investigated!"

Then, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Yuanqiao and said:

"Yuanqiao, come with me."

"Yes, master."

Song Yuanqiao followed Zhang Sanfeng into the house.

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu were still kneeling in front of the statue.

The reason why Zhang Cuishan did this was because he felt guilty.

If it hadn't been for him, the current situation wouldn't have been caused.

He would not let his master, who is a hundred years old, have to worry about his disciple.

……

Outside the Taoist temple.

yard.

The little guy was lying on the rocking chair, swaying and basking in the sun.

The bright sunlight fell and shone on the little guy's white skirt, making it particularly dazzling.

It's like the little guy can glow.

“It’s so comfortable!”

"It would be great if there were candied haws on a stick..."

The little guy muttered.

Since coming out of Dali, the little guy has never eaten candied haws.

Dad, mom and aunt are so bad!

He actually didn’t give himself any candied haws!

Grandma Li agreed to let her eat candied haws, but her father, mother and Aunt Yuyan actually disagreed!

Bad guy!

When he thought about the lack of candied haws, the little guy's happy face suddenly fell.

He looked comfortable just now, but now he has disappeared without a trace.

"Hey! Who are you?!"

The little man was depressed, and an angry shout came into the little guy's ears.

The little guy who was already unhappy heard the sound and opened his eyes in displeasure.

"Little girl! Who are you?!"

The voice came again.

The little guy looked over.

He saw a little Taoist priest about his own age, wearing a blue Taoist robe and holding a silver dagger in his hand, pointing the sword at him.

The little guy asked unhappily:

"Ouch, little Taoist priest, who are you?"

The little Taoist priest heard this and said proudly:

"I am Song Qingshu, the son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Wudang Sect!"

"The eldest brother among the third generation disciples of the Wudang Sect!"

After listening to Song Qingshu's introduction, the little guy said calmly:

"Oh."

Before Song Qingshu could react, Ye Linger lay back on the rocking chair again.

This time, the little guy crossed his legs and seemed to be humming something.

Song Qingshu: "???"

This was the first time he saw someone ignoring him.

I have been in Wudang Mountain for so long, and whoever sees me is not respectful, polite, and very enthusiastic.

Why is this little girl different from others today?

"Little girl! Why are you so rude?!"

Song Qingshu said angrily.

The little guy ignored Song Qingshu and continued humming a tune.

Song Qingshu closed his mouth and wanted to hear what the impolite little girl in front of him was humming, but he didn't understand a word.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"

Song Qingshu said angrily.

"You don't even have the courtesy to be a human being. Are you a wild girl who secretly came to my Wudang Mountains?"