"Qing Shu, why did you suddenly think of visiting father today?”
The middle-aged man, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, seemed quite happy. Then, he noticed Teacher Ma, who was beside Song Qingshu.
"This is…?"
Teacher Ma held his head high and puffed out his chest, waiting to leave a good impression in front of 'Perfected Zhang'.
Song Qingshu took a step forward.
"Father, this person is very sneaky. He even bribed me with money to keep asking about Wudang. I suspect that he is a spy sent by the Demonic Sect!”
"How to deal with it, please tell me, father!”
As he spoke, Song Qingshu took out the silver that Teacher Ma had just stuffed into his pocket, a look of disdain on his face.
It was as if he was saying that he was looking down on someone who wanted to bribe him with just a single silver coin!
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Mr. Ma's eyes widened in shock.
Who am I? Where am I?
What did I do? How did I become a spy of the Demon Sect?
"Hahahaha, Teacher Ma is dumbfounded!”
"I knew it was a little strange. So this person treated Teacher as a spy!”
"Teacher Ma, I just know a little about the ways of the world.”
"You're a spy now!"
"2333333, Teacher Ma won't just say 'caw' right?”
"Teacher Ma's luck is still as good as ever, and as bad as ever!”
"That's true. A random disciple isn't ordinary, but he just had to treat him as a spy!”
"So is this person Zhang Sanfeng?”
"Isn't that obvious? Why would Zhang Sanfeng's son have the surname Song?”
Mr. Ma was not in the mood to look at the bullet comments. He was really afraid that it would be blocked again.
It did not matter if he died, but he was already treated as a spy. He might just lose his identity as a Wudang disciple after going through so much trouble.
"No, I'm not a spy!”
"Didn't you say you would bring me to see the Wudang Sect's leader? Which spy have you seen that looks like me?”
At this moment, Teacher Ma wished he could have two more mouths.
"Devil Cult spy, you still dare to be stubborn!"
As Song Qingshu spoke, he drew his sword.
However, it was still there. The middle-aged man on the collapse had finally died.
"Since this little brother wants to see the Wudang Sect Leader, you've already met him. If there's anything you want to say, please say it.”
Teacher Ma was a little stunned. This was the Sect Leader of Wudang?
"Are you really Perfected Zhang?"
This Perfected Zhang was really different from what he had imagined.
Song Qingshu was completely stumped by Teacher Ma's words.
"Father, I now believe that he is not a spy.”
He didn't even know who the Wudang Sect Leader was. He didn't even know where he came from. How could he be a spy?
The scholarly middle-aged man clearly did not think that Teacher Ma was a spy and laughed.
"I am Song Yuanqiao, and I will be the Sect Leader of Wudang. I will be in charge of all the affairs of Wudang.”
As he spoke, he cupped his fists and said,"As for Master, he has been focused on cultivation and has retired for many years.”
Teacher Ma finally understood.
The person in front of him was called Song Yuanqiao. He was indeed the sect master of Wudang Sect.
However, who said that the sect master of Wudang had to be Perfected Zhang?
"Hahahaha, first impressions are first impressions!”
"It's all Old White's fault for not making it clear!"
"You can blame Old White for this? He only said that Perfected Zhang founded Wudang, but he didn't say that he was still the sect leader of Wudang!”
"The person above is right. This is completely our own preconceived notions!”
"I didn't expect it either. Perfected Zhang is no longer the sect leader of Wudang Sect!”
"This is also very reasonable. Perfected Zhang has such high martial arts skills, so he definitely has to cultivate well on his own!”
"233333, Teacher Ma wanted to see the Wudang Sect Leader, and now he's finally here!”
Song Yuanqiao's appearance was refined. Perhaps he had gained weight in his middle age, and because he was the Wudang Sect Master, he did not have much time to cultivate. As a result, he had gained weight in his middle age.
He looked at Teacher Ma with a smile."Little brother, you've already met the Wudang Sect Master. If you have anything to say, you can say it.”
After the incident at Shaolin Temple, Teacher Ma did not dare to feel friendly just because the other party was smiling. He could only helplessly take out the note from his pocket.
"Disciple is really not a spy. I just found this on a messenger pigeon, so I want to see Perfected Zhang.”
"Oh?"
Song Yuanqiao let out a soft gasp, but he still did not get up.
With a gentle raise of his hand, the note in Teacher Ma's hand flew up and landed in Song Yuanqiao's hand.
Teacher Ma's eyes were practically glowing.
This was amazing!
Coach, I want to learn this!
Seeing this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh.""You must be ignorant. This is actually the Tiger Bone Claw that all the new disciples of Wudang know. It's an ordinary grappling technique. It's just that my father's internal strength is profound, so he can grab things from afar!”
Tiger Bone Claw?
It could actually be so powerful?
Teacher Ma was instantly tempted.
As for the profound inner force behind it, he did not hear a single word.
Song Yuanqiao received the note and looked left and right, but he could not see anything.
"It is indeed the handwriting of Mistress Miejue, but the contents are written in a special medicinal ink. Only Master knows how to make the words appear.”
Song Yuanqiao finally got down from the collapse." Let's go to the back mountain together and hand this letter to Master."”
"Speaking of which, I haven't paid my respects to Master for some time.”
Teacher Ma was instantly excited.
He thought that if he handed over the note in advance, he would not have the chance to see Perfected Zhang!
"Can we finally meet Grand Master?”
Song Qingshu was even more excited than Teacher Ma.
It wasn't just the Jianghu people who were full of admiration for this legendary Perfected Zhang and wanted to meet him.
It was the same for Wudang.
But Perfected Zhang had retired for many years. Even Song Yuanqiao had not been able to see him for a long time, let alone Song Qingshu.
It wasn't too far from Song Yuanqiao's courtyard to the back of Wudang Mountain.
However, the mountain path was rugged. To show respect, he did not use his qinggong, so the journey took a long time.
Finally, in a bamboo forest at the back of the mountain.
A small thatched cottage appeared.
Song Yuanqiao also stopped in his tracks.
"Master, disciple Song Yuanqiao has something important to ask for an audience.”
Teacher Ma's eyes widened.
The audience in the live broadcast room had already focused their attention.
Only after a thousand calls did he come out!
Finally, he could see what kind of expert this Perfected Zhang was!
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