In Yu Daiyan's courtyard.
"Father, I heard that Eighth Martial Uncle is back. Where is he?”
Song Qingshu ran into the courtyard excitedly and asked where Jiang Changqing was.
Seeing Song Qingshu arrive, Song Yuanqiao smiled and said,""Your Eighth Martial Uncle went to look for Grand Master and will probably be back soon. Is there anything you need from him?”
Song Qingshu shook his head." It's nothing. It's just that I haven't seen Eighth Martial Uncle in a long time. I miss him very much."”
Hearing Song Qingshu's answer, Song Yuanqiao and the others all laughed, a hint of fondness appearing in their eyes.
Song Qingshu was quick-witted and quick-witted. He was able to understand things with a little bit of effort. He was one of the best among the third generation disciples of Wudang Sect.
Although he was sometimes a little extreme, if he was properly disciplined, he would definitely have a great future.
"Kid, you're quite smart. You discovered that your Eighth Martial Uncle's cultivation is high, so you wanted to get close to him.”
Zhang Songxi glanced at Song Qingshu and teased him.""Could it be that the other martial uncles are not worthy of your attention?”
Song Qingshu immediately shook his head when he heard Zhang Songxi's words.""Of course not. I just feel that the age difference between Eighth Martial Uncle and me isn't big, so he can understand me better.”
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Zhang Songxi and the others were stunned. They could not refute him.
Jiang Changqing was indeed only a few years older than Song Qingshu.
At this moment.
Zhang Sanfeng walked into the courtyard and attracted everyone's attention.
"Master!"
"Master, you've come out of seclusion."
"Greetings, Grand Master!"
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng arrive, Song Yuanqiao and the others hurriedly went forward to welcome him.
Noticing that Jiang Changqing did not follow, Song Yuanqiao had a curious expression and asked,"Master, didn't Changqing look for you? Why didn't I see him with you?"
Seeing Song Yuanqiao ask about Jiang Changqing, Zhang Sanfeng said in a deep voice,"Evergreen was worried about Wuji's injuries and didn't want to waste time.”
When they learned that Jiang Changqing had quietly descended the mountain, Song Yuanqiao and the others sighed in their hearts, and some admiration rose in their hearts for him.
Although Jiang Changqing was young, his contribution to Wudang Sect was incomparable to others.
Song Qingshu's expression froze when he heard Zhang Sanfeng's words. A look of deep disappointment appeared on his face."Eighth Martial Uncle went down the mountain again, so I won't be able to see him anymore?”
Song Yuanqiao and the others nodded, feeling a little regretful for Song Qingshu.
At this moment, a painful cry came from Zhang Cuishan's courtyard.
Ah...
"Wuji!"
When everyone heard Zhang Wuji's shout, they immediately rushed to Zhang Cuishan's residence.
After entering Zhang Wuji's room, Zhang Sanfeng walked forward to check on Zhang Wuji's condition.
"Help him up."
Zhang Sanfeng ordered everyone and sat down behind Zhang Wuji, circulating his energy to suppress the cold poison.
"Humph!"
Seeing Zhang Wuji surrounded by the crowd, Song Qingshu's face was filled with envy and he snorted in dissatisfaction.
Seeing Song Qingshu's reaction, Song Yuanqiao's expression sank slightly as he shouted,""Qing Shu, don't be rude. Go back and cultivate immediately, don't disturb grandmaster.”
Song Qingshu did not listen to Song Yuanqiao's instructions. He stood on the spot with a stubborn expression and looked at Zhang Wuji with disgust.
It was all because of this kid that Jiang Changqing had to go down the mountain time and time again, so he didn't see Jiang Changqing.
Not only that, when he returned to Mount Wudang, all the elders were surrounding him.
Seeing Song Qingshu's actions, Song Yuanqiao frowned but did not forcefully drag him out.
Time slowly passed.
After about two hours.
Zhang Sanfeng finally stopped. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Clearly, he had consumed a lot of energy.
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's appearance, Song Yuanqiao and the others had nervous expressions as they hurriedly asked him,"Master, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
" I'm fine." Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said," I've only consumed some zhenqi. I'll be fine after adjusting my breathing."”
"Evergreen also left me some pills that can help me recover my true qi quickly. You don't have to worry about me.”
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng say this, Song Yuanqiao and the others 'expressions relaxed, and their attention shifted to Zhang Wuji.
"Wuji, how do you feel?"
Yin Susu asked with concern as she held Zhang Wuji in her arms.
Zhang Wuji shook his head and said," Father, Mother, I feel much better. I thought I would never see you again."”
"Father, mother, you don't know how much pain and suffering I've suffered along the way.”
"Eighth Martial Uncle is completely unreasonable. He would hit me if I didn't agree with him. In addition, he didn't help me when I was dying. He doesn't look like a righteous person at all…"
Pa!
Before Zhang Wuji could finish, Yin Susu slapped him and shouted,""Shut up. Don't spout nonsense.”
Zhang Wuji didn't know his limits, but Yin Susu was different.
Yin Susu was very clear about the consequences of Zhang Wuji's words.
As expected, when Song Yuanqiao and the others heard Zhang Wuji's words, their expressions all turned ugly.
Jiang Changqing had worked so hard for him and had not stopped for a moment. He actually did not know what was good for him.
At this moment, not only was Song Yuanqiao and the others unhappy, Zhang Sanfeng was also a little dissatisfied.
Even though children's words were unspoken, Zhang Wuji's way of thinking was really too ungrateful.
The group of adults were too embarrassed to say it out loud because of Zhang Cuishan's reputation, but Song Qingshu didn't care.
Song Qingshu didn't like Zhang Wuji to begin with, and now that he heard him speak ill of Jiang Changqing, he shouted angrily on the spot,""You really don't know what's good for you. Eighth Martial Uncle has been working so hard for you, but you still speak ill of him.”
"Do you know that if it wasn't for Eighth Martial Uncle, you might have been killed by the Mongolians?”
"You actually hate Eighth Martial Uncle like this because of a few passersby. You're simply ungrateful.”
" Also, it's all because of you that I haven't had the chance to meet Eighth Martial Uncle yet…"
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Zhang Cuishan and his wife lowered their heads in shame.
Seeing Zhang Cuishan and his wife's reaction, Song Yuanqiao interrupted Song Qingshu and said,""Qing Shu, don't spout nonsense.”
After Song Yuanqiao finished speaking, he forcefully took Song Qingshu away and did not let him continue speaking.
Song Yuanqiao and the others left. Zhang Sanfeng and the others also left one after another, their faces filled with disappointment.
Zhang Wuji's words made their hearts turn cold.
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