Song Yuanqiao's son had been crippled, and not only did he not seek revenge on Mo Han, he even addressed him as Uncle-Master?
He even had to bow and apologize to him and beg for mercy?
Yu Lianzhou and the others were also puzzled. They looked at Song Yuanqiao and said,"
"Eldest Senior Brother, what's going on? Didn't Qing Shu say that Mo Han was a traitor of the Demonic Sect, with wild ambitions? Why do you call him Martial Uncle?"
"Yes, Father! Mo Han's strength was clearly extraordinary, but he pretended to be a good-for-nothing without inner energy. He was definitely a spy of the Demonic Sect. He even stole the Taiji Fist from his great master. This was simply unforgivable!”
" Don't be fooled by him," Song Qingshu quickly said." He's a spy from the Demonic Sect!" You're a scourge of Wudang!"
"You…you…you…you're infuriating me!”
Song Yuanqiao was furious. He immediately kicked out, sending Song Qingshu flying again.
"You bastard, what devil cult spy? What Taiji Fist? Martial Uncle Mo Han had completely perfected Master's Taiji Fist Technique, leaving Master with more than ten years of hard work. He had also guided Master in creating the Taiji Sword Technique. He was Master's peer. Even his master had to be of the same generation as Martial Uncle Mo Han, how could he offend him like this? He's simply hopeless!"
"What?"
Song Qingshu, Yu Lianzhou, and even the third-generation disciples were all dumbfounded.
Mo Han had actually perfected Taiji Fist, and was even talking to the Sect Leader of the same generation?
This…this…
"Eldest Senior Brother, is this true?" Yu Lianzhou couldn't help but ask. She still found it unbelievable and was a little dumbfounded.
Song Yuanqiao nodded and said,"It's all thanks to Martial Uncle Mo Han perfecting Taiji. Now, Master has already begun his seclusion." "When we come out of seclusion, our Wudang Sect will have an additional supreme Taiji Sword Technique in addition to the perfected Taiji Fist Technique. "This is a great contribution to Master, to us, and to Wudang.
Song Yuanqiao paused for a moment before continuing,
"Master and Martial Uncle Mo Han are of the same generation and he instructed us not to offend him. It was just that the matter was urgent and I didn't have time to inform you. But did not think that Qing Shu this bastard already created such a disaster, simply unforgivable!”
As he spoke, Song Yuanqiao bowed to Mo Han once again and said,""Martial Uncle, please atone for your sins.”
Seeing this, Yu Lianzhou and the others also bowed."Martial Uncle, please forgive us. We were rude!”
The surrounding third-generation disciples all bowed and saluted,""Great-martial uncle, please atone for our recklessness!”
There was no other way. The etiquette and seniority could not be messed up.
Since Zhang Sanfeng was of the same generation as Mo Han, as Zhang Sanfeng's disciple and grand-disciple, they naturally had to address him as Martial Uncle, Great Martial Uncle!
Mo Han smiled faintly. This Wudang disciple was quite tactful.
"Forget it. In the past, Sanfeng Zhenren left Shaolin and founded Wudang, which shocked the world. The seven of you have worked hard. The Seven Heroes of Wudang are famous throughout the martial world. But in the third generation, Song Qingshu had ruined everything! Even all the third-generation disciples did not think about cultivating their bodies or seeking the peak of Wudang. They formed cliques every day for personal gain and suppressed dissidents. They were simply hopeless! Am I right? Song Qingshu!"
Hearing this, Song Qingshu trembled in fear and almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly said,"
"Great-martial uncle, it's Qing Shu's fault!"
It couldn't be helped. Although Song Qingshu was domineering, he wasn't stupid.
Even Zhang Sanfeng was of the same generation as Mo Han. Even his father, Song Yuanqiao, and Martial Uncle Yu Lianzhou had to bow to Mo Han and address him as Martial Uncle. What else could he, Song Qingshu, do?
If he wanted to live, he could only kneel down and admit his mistake.
Otherwise, with just a word from Mo Han, his father, Song Yuanqiao, would kill him!
Mo Han nodded and said," Alright, today's matter ends here." As for Song Qingshu and the third-generation disciples, you can handle them yourselves. Especially the atmosphere of the third generation disciples. Otherwise, Wudang would definitely decline in a few years! It was not easy to pass down the three generations of Wudang. It was better to cherish it!”
"Thank you for your teachings, Uncle-Master! We will remember it in our hearts!" Song Yuanqiao and the others nodded.
"Thank you for teaching us a lesson, Senior Martial Uncle. We will remember it in our hearts!”The other third-generation disciples also bowed.
Mo Han waved his hand and walked away. He was actually getting such benefits from being on the same level as Zhang Sanfeng…
As for Song Qingshu, Mo Han didn't care about him at all. His cultivation had been crippled, and he had even become a eunuch. Living an ignoble existence was more painful than killing him!
Furthermore, Song Yuanqiao would naturally give him an explanation!
Only after Mo Yi left did Song Yuanqiao and the others stand up. They sighed with complicated expressions.
" Eldest Senior Brother, tonight…" Zhang Songxi could not help but ask, but he was interrupted by Song Yuanqiao.
"Alright, third generation disciple, you may leave first. You will receive your punishment in front of the True Martial Palace tomorrow. As for Song Qingshu…"
Song Yuanqiao's gaze landed on Song Qingshu with a look of disappointment. Finally, he sighed and said,
"Forming cliques for personal gain, forming cliques, plotting against fellow disciples, disrespecting Grand Uncle-Master... All crimes shall be punished together. I'll be removed from my status as an inner sect disciple and made a servant. I'll work every day to atone for my actions!”
Song Qingshu nearly fainted from fright.
Without the noble status of an inner sect disciple, he still had to become a servant, a cook, and work every day to atone for his sins. This was simply fatal! He immediately said,
"Father…I…No…No…You can't do this! No!"
"Can't? If it weren't for Martial Uncle Mo, the third generation of Wudang Sect would have been destroyed by you. The consequences would be unimaginable. Why aren't you working hard to atone for your sins? Or do you want to die?"
" I…I…" Song Qingshu stammered, unable to speak.
However, it was better to live a lazy life than to die a good death. In the end, Song Qingshu nodded and turned to leave.
From today onwards, the number one disciple of the third generation, Song Qingshu, was no longer on Mount Wudang. Instead, there was an inhumane servant!
Yu Lianzhou and the others couldn't help but sigh at this sight. Their expressions were complicated, but they didn't say anything.
They had more or less seen Song Qingshu's daily actions.
However, due to Song Yuanqiao's reputation, he couldn't say anything.
Now, because of Mo Han, this was a good thing. After all, Wudang was more important than anything else.
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