Song Qingshu snorted: "the relationship between Shaolin and Wudang has always been bad. Over the past hundred years, he has been slandering the grand master father for stealing Shaolin martial arts. He always claims that you are a Shaolin traitor. In addition to the things that happened to Longmen escort agency and Uncle Wu, Wudang has long been regarded as a thorn in the side."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "although the martial arts of Wudang school were created by me later, I can trace back to the source. If master Jueyuan didn't pass on my" Nine Yang scripture ", all the martial arts of Wudang school would have nothing to rely on. They say that my martial arts are derived from Shaolin, which is not too much. "

Song Qingshu replied in a deep voice: "that's taishifu. You are open-minded. Shaolin people don't have such good self-cultivation. In addition, there have been many conflicts between Qingshu and Shaolin Temple in the past two years, and they wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible. This time they attacked the two martial uncles. It's estimated that they are slowly consuming our strength. When the time is ripe, they will suddenly attack. "

"You're right. Ah, it seems that I'm going to Shaolin." Zhang Sanfeng looked out of the window and looked at the distant sky. A trace of complex emotion appeared on his face, as if he had been reminded of the past.

"Master Tai, I'll go with you." Song Qingshu thought: there must be an end to the enmity with Shaolin.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "you shoulder the heavy task of expelling the Tartars. There are countless things waiting for you to do, so you don't have to go together."

"There are many people in Shaolin Temple, and their behavior is so low this time. I'm sure they won't talk about the rules of the river and the lake. I'm afraid you can't beat me with two fists and four hands." Song Qingshu is in a hurry.

Zhang Sanfeng laughed: "Qingshu, you don't have to worry. Although I haven't been fighting for many years, I haven't been afraid of anyone in the past 100 years. How did you get your reputation as Wudang in the world? Since the founding of the school, countless experts have come to the mountain to smash the field in the past few decades, and this reputation is not based on the old Taoist's one punch and one sword? "

Song Qingshu rarely saw Zhang Sanfeng's heroic appearance, so he couldn't help flattering: "your old man's style in those years really fascinates my grandchildren."

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help staring at him, then shook his head and said, "in fact, what I'm most worried about now is another thing."

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he was so careful, song Qingshu also looked solemn.

"Although Shaolin and Wudang have a lot of disagreements, it doesn't make sense to attack Wudang openly," Zhang Sanfeng said, looking at the sword in his hand. "Moreover, since they have decided to fight, there is no reason for them to leave such obvious traces on the scene. There is also the sword of the pear Pavilion, which also leaves the seal of Prajna palm, I'm worried that someone might be hiding in the dark and deliberately provoking the conflagration of our two factions so as to take advantage of the fishermen. "

Zhang Sanfeng was admired by song Qingshu for his short speech. It is true that he has a hundred years of experience. It is unrealistic to try to deceive him by any conspiracy.

"But isn't master Tai saying that Prajna palm is the secret of Shaolin Song Qingshu's unique way.

"That's what I can't understand." Zhang Sanfeng also looked puzzled.

"Whether it's true or not, if we go to Shaolin to investigate, we will know that there are only a few eminent monks in Shaolin Temple who can hold Prajna's palm. Even if someone is planting a blame, we can always find clues one by one." Song Qingshu replied.

"Yes, this is also the only clue at present. To save your father and them, you have to go to Shaolin last time." Zhang Sanfeng nodded.

Song Qingshu said in a hurry: "Shaolin Temple is full of experts. Now there is another enemy hidden in the dark. I'd better go to Shaolin to seek justice with master Tai."

"Qingshu, you clearly know my accomplishments, but you are still worried. Do you have something to hide from me that the grand master may be in danger when he goes to Shaolin?" Zhang Sanfeng suddenly looked at him.

"Taishifu really has a brilliant eye," Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile. "If someone else is behind the scenes, it's OK. If it's really the ghost of Shaolin Temple..."

"Shaolin Temple has been famous in the Wulin for thousands of years. Today's eminent monks of the xuanzi generation, the Kongzi generation, and the Fangzi generation are nothing more than that. Although their martial arts have already existed for ordinary people in the Jianghu, they should not threaten taishifu. "

"But even Zhang Wuji, who had achieved great martial arts skills, was trapped in the Vajra demon subduing circle of three people, namely, crossing misfortune, plunder and difficulty."

Hearing that he mentioned Shaolin Sandu, Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly: "I've heard about the lion slaughtering conference. Thirty years ago, Sandu had a heart to heart relationship. Therefore, the power of Vajra's demon subduing circle has multiplied. It's really difficult to deal with it."

Zhang Sanfeng said with a sigh: "Qingshu, the enmity between you and Wuji is only caused by Miss Zhou. Now you and Miss Zhou are married. Let this enmity pass. You are the most outstanding representatives of the third generation of Wudang. The grand master really doesn't want to see you fighting with each other."

"I will follow the instructions of master Tai." Song Qingshu replied respectfully that he spared Zhang Wuji from death on the black wood cliff, and at the same time, he practiced a self palace version of star absorbing Dharma. His original hatred has been completely relieved. Now he is more concerned about the overall situation, because he needs Zhang Wuji to lead the Ming religion to hold back Menggu in the western regions, so he chose to let him go at the beginning, Today, he didn't tell Zhang Sanfeng about Zhang Wuji's being taken away by mingzun. Otherwise, with Zhang Sanfeng's love for Zhang Wuji, he might kill Guangmingding in a rage. That would be really cheap.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't know what song Qingshu thought. Seeing his reply, he nodded his head with satisfaction: "Qingshu, there are some things that master has never said to anyone. Now I'll have a chat with you. Your father and several martial uncles are limited by their talent and can't really inherit my mantle. Although Wuji is gifted and intelligent, he is far from Wudang as the leader of the demon sect and a master of martial arts. Therefore, the Grand Master always regards you as a candidate to inherit Wudang. It's a pity that something like that happened later... "

Zhang Sanfeng looked lonely: "nature makes people. Now your achievements have nothing to do with Wudang. Moreover, you have become the king of the Golden Snake. Alas, Wudang has produced two amazing three generations of disciples, and none of them can inherit my legacy."

Song Qingshu said with a smile: "taishifu doesn't have to be sad. Three generations of disciples can't do it, just four generations."

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned: "where are the four generations of disciples?"

Song Qingshu said with a smile: "you also know my hobbies. Now that I have so many women, I will surely have many sons in the future. At that time, I will choose some good ones to send to Wudang."

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help laughing and scolding: "when your son grows up, the grand master will die early."

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