At this moment, Yu Lianzhou said," Eldest Senior Brother, regarding Martial Uncle Mo Han, did Master really give such instructions?" But he's only fourteen years old. How can he be of the same generation as Master? Even we have to bow to him and call him Martial Uncle?”
"That's right. Although Mo Han's swordsmanship is superb, he's only a child of fourteen sous. Strictly speaking, he's not a Wudang disciple, and he even injured Seventh Junior Brother. How can he be our martial uncle? Bi Jian, Master?"
Zhang Songxi also said this, feeling a little indignant in his heart.
" Moreover, Mo Han heavily injured Seventh Junior Brother and even caused Qing Shu to lose his descendants…Eldest Senior Brother, can you just tolerate it?" Yin Liting was even more direct.”
Song Yuanqiao shook his head and sighed.
"How muddle-headed! How muddle-headed! Qing Shu was courting death and deserved it. It was only natural that he was crippled. I, Song Yuanqiao, am duty-bound to raise my father's fault. But you guys can't see the current situation clearly!”
"Hmm? Eldest Senior Brother, please give me some pointers." Yu Lianzhou said. The others also looked over.
"Although Martial Uncle Mo Han is only fourteen years old, the more he is like this, the more terrifying he is. "Think about it, a fourteen-year-old youth already has such strength that even the Wudang Seven Heroes are unable to catch up to him. What kind of existence would Martial Uncle Mo Han become in five or ten years? What about his strength?"
Song Yuanqiao looked at everyone and said earnestly.
"Martial Uncle Mo Han is only a second-rate expert now, but he has the ability to defeat an expert in the early stage of the Hou Tian Realm. After five years, he had a high chance of breaking through to the middle stage of the Houtian realm. With his strength, even a master of the late stage of the Houtian realm would not be his match!”
Yu Lianzhou said, but the more he spoke, the more shocked he became."Ten years later, if he reaches the late stage of the Hou Tian Realm, then other than Master, who else in the world will be his match?”
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone fell silent. They completely understood how powerful and terrifying Mo Han was.
"Yes, that's right." Song Yuanqiao continued to speak calmly,
"And although Master is powerful, he's already old and not like back then. It was fine to intimidate the little ones, but if they attacked frequently, they would not be able to withstand it. Meanwhile, Martial Uncle Mo Han was young and promising, and his future was limitless. Martial Uncle Mo Han would definitely not sit idly by when Wudang Sect was in trouble in the future!”
Yu Lianzhou and the others nodded, instantly understanding what Song Yuanqiao meant. Or rather, Zhang Sanfeng meant.
There was no other way. Zhang Sanfeng was very powerful and invincible, but he was a hundred years old and lacked Vitality.
It was impossible for him to be a desperate man like he was in the past.
With Mo Han's existence, even without Zhang Sanfeng, Mo Han could still become the new guardian of Wudang!
This was Zhang Sanfeng's wisdom!
Zhang Sanfeng could be very open-minded and was not shocked by the favor or humiliation, but he was worried about Wudang and had no choice but to plot again.
"From now on, Martial Uncle Mo Han will be treated the same as Master. No one is allowed to be impudent.”
With one sentence, Song Yuanqiao set the final tone.
The night was like water. Mo Han returned to his courtyard and was about to meditate and cultivate when he suddenly raised his head and looked at the bamboo forest in the distance. He smiled and said,""Since you're here, why don't you show yourself?"
"Hehe, little friend, you're really different now!”
With a hearty laugh, Zhang Sanfeng walked over slowly. He seemed to be walking very slowly, but in just three steps, he was already in front of Mo Han.
Mo Han casually waved his hand and poured two cups of tea. He smiled and said,""You won't be unhappy with how I've dealt with Song Qingshu and Mo Sheng Valley today and come to denounce them?”
"Little friend, you're thinking too much. I can't thank you enough.”
Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and laughed. He picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Seventh Brother Mo Shenggu is good at everything except for his bad temper. He should teach him a good lesson and let him remember!”
"As for Song Qingshu, hmph! This kid is full of trouble. Does he really think that I don't know what he has done? It's just that seeing that Farbridge has done his best for me all these years, and that he's his only son, it's not good for me to directly attack. Isn't it great that you're here to punish Song Qingshu?”
Zhang Sanfeng said with a smug smile.
Zhang Sanfeng had long wanted to punish Song Qingshu for what he had done.
But if he was punished, be it killing, crippling, or expelling him from the sect, Song Yuanqiao would more or less have a grudge in his heart. After all, Song Qingshu was his biological son, his only son.
This would affect Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao's master-disciple relationship, so Zhang Sanfeng turned a blind eye.
Now that Mo Han had made a move, Zhang Sanfeng would be spared, and it would not affect his relationship with Song Yuanqiao.
In this world, people had to talk about feelings.
Zhang Sanfeng did not have any children. His seven disciples were basically equivalent to his sons.
When Mo Han heard this, his face could not help but darken. So in the end, he had been used as a spear by Zhang Sanfeng?
"Haha, with little friend here, I can go into seclusion and deduce the Taiji sword technique without worry. Farewell!"
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Mo Han, whose face was dark, and said with a smile. Then, with a wave of his sleeve, he left and really went into seclusion.
Mo Han shook his head and could not help but sigh.
Even at Zhang Sanfeng's level, there were many things that he could not do anything about.
Just like how Zhang Cuishan and his wife were forced to commit suicide by the Shaolin sects, Zhang Sanfeng could have killed them all and killed the experts of the Shaolin sects to avenge his beloved disciple.
However, if that was the case, the various sects would definitely attack Wudang Mountain. In that case, no matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng was, Wudang would still be finished!
Thus, after weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Sanfeng could only endure it for the sake of Wudang Sect. He had to prioritize the overall situation.
Zhang Sanfeng and Mo Han were of the same generation, and Song Yuanqiao and the others called him Martial Uncle. In a sense, it was also for Wudang!
Mo Han was an existence with boundless potential and a bright future. He could be befriended, but no one with brains would want to provoke him.
However, Mo Han had a good impression of Wudang. He could be the second in charge of Wudang for the time being.
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