"Sect Leader!"
In the main hall of Mount Wudang, the substitute sect master, Song Yuanqiao, was drinking tea when the young Daoist who had been accompanying Song Qingshu walked in.
"Zixu, what's wrong? Could it be that Qing Shu was disobedient and wanted to go out to play again?”
Song Yuanqiao had been busy taking care of the Wudang Sect's affairs all these years and did not have much time to discipline his son.
Once, he saw that Zi Xu and Qing Shu were closer, so Song Yuanqiao arranged for Zi Xu to take care of and restrain Song Qingshu.
However, Song Yuanqiao knew his son the best.
Although Song Qingshu was rather obedient, he was too playful and didn't like to cultivate. Moreover, he couldn't bear hardship. He would cry when he bumped into something.
"You really don't make me worry!"
Song Yuanqiao had a look of disappointment.
"Sigh…If Qingshu could have half, no, even a tenth of Junior Brother Tang Long's diligence, I, Song Yuanqiao, would have a successor.”
Song Qingshu's performance was actually not bad. At the very least, he was more talented than most of the disciples in the martial arts hall.
However, people were afraid of comparison.
Compared to the other disciples, Song Qingshu could be said to be an extremely outstanding third-generation disciple.
However, compared to Tang Long.
Whether it was talent or hard work.
It was far inferior.
Tang Long was only a few years older than Song Qingshu, but what he had done shocked even a grandmaster like Zhang Sanfeng.
Song Yuanqiao had the urge to beat Song Qingshu up.
"Where is he now? I must teach him a lesson today. This child…is too outrageous.”
The more Song Yuanqiao thought about it, the angrier he got. He rolled up his sleeves and headed towards Song Qingshu's courtyard.
From the looks of it…he might really have to beat up that unlucky Song Qingshu.
" Sect Leader, you misunderstood."
When Zi Xu heard that, he hurriedly pulled Song Yuanqiao back.
"Misunderstanding?"
Song Yuanqiao's expression froze as he turned his head in a daze.
"Sect Master, I'm indeed here to report to you about my junior brother's situation today.”
Zi Xu looked at Song Yuanqiao's stance. If he had said anything later, Song Qingshu might really have been beaten up for nothing.
"However, the news I brought today is good news, and it's great news.”
Zi Xu's face was full of smiles.
This was something that had never happened before when Song Qingshu was mentioned.
"Great news?"
Song Yuanqiao was even more puzzled.
How could Qing Shu have good news?
"Yes, after Junior Brother had breakfast today, he went to cultivate on his own accord. He even said that he wanted to cultivate as hard as the future Youngest Uncle. He also said that the future Youngest Uncle was his idol and that he wanted to follow in his footsteps.”
"Really!"
Song Yuanqiao's eyes widened in disbelief.
To be honest, he didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart.
In order to verify whether Song Qingshu was boasting or not, Song Yuanqiao directly threw down his teacup and followed Zi Xu to the place where Song Qingshu usually cultivated.
When they arrived at the place where Song Qingshu was cultivating, they happened to see Song Qingshu's cultivation ladder fall from the tree, falling flat on his face.
In the past, Song Qingshu would definitely have left.
However, today was an exception.
It was an exception that shocked Song Yuanqiao.
Under Song Yuanqiao's astonished gaze, he slowly got up and continued practicing.
Another fall!
Practice again!
……
this moment
Song Yuanqiao felt that his son had finally grown up.
Finally, he wasn't the slut who would cry when he bumped into something.
He was already a little man.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, Song Yuanqiao heard his son's self-encouraging muttering.
"Qing Shu doesn't hurt, Qing Shu doesn't cry! Little Uncle-Master must have fallen like this. If Little Uncle-Master can do it, I can definitely do it too! Good luck!"
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Song Yuanqiao's eyes flashed with the gratification of an old father.
at the same time
Song Yuanqiao once again experienced what kind of change his junior brother had brought to the Wudang Sect.
Even his son, who was only seven or eight years old, was deeply influenced by it and improved in a good way.
This was definitely a very good thing for Wudang Sect.
That morning, Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou's other disciples gathered together and were full of praise for this phenomenon.
……
In the following period of time, the Wudang Sect was full of vigor and prosperity.
Meanwhile, Tang Long was still cultivating outside Zhang Sanfeng's secret chamber while Zhang Sanfeng was still in seclusion.
Other than the disciples who came to deliver food, the Wudang Seven Heroes would also come to check on Zhang Sanfeng and Tang Long.
This repeated.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.
On this day, Tang Long's entire body shook. After half a month of cultivation, he finally welcomed his breakthrough.
An even more powerful aura than before bloomed from his body.
"This…Little Junior Brother has broken through?”
This scene happened to be seen by Mosheng Valley who came to visit.
Initial stage of the first-rate realm!
"This…"
Mo Shenggu glared.
"I remember Second Senior Brother saying that Little Junior Brother had just broken through to the middle stage of the second-rate realm half a month ago. I didn't expect that in just half a month, he would break through to the early stage of the first-rate realm.”
Thinking about how he had spent three to four years to break through from the second-rate realm to the first-rate realm, he could not help but blush.
"Is this little junior brother…still human?”
At this moment, Mo Shenggu felt 10,000 points of critical damage.
at the same time
The door to the secret chamber, which had been sealed, finally opened with a creak.
Zhang Sanfeng, who had been in seclusion for half a month, finally came out.
Tang Long's eyes snapped open when he heard the voice.
He really wanted to know the progress of Zhang Sanfeng's seclusion this time.
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