Zhang Sanfeng sensed the approaching crisis and took a few quick steps. When he turned around, he saw Hebi Weng's stylus being shot not far from where he had just stood. Just when Zhang Sanfeng felt guilty, the crisis enveloped him again, and Hebi Weng saw Weng slapped him with his palm.
Zhang Sanfeng pushed him away slowly, but who knew that Hebiweng was extremely determined, with a trace of madness in his eyes.
"Crack." He Biweng's hand was broken, but he also successfully hit Zhang Sanfeng with his left palm.
The huge force caused Zhang Sanfeng's old body to spit out a mouthful of blood immediately.
"Master!"
"Master!"
Zhang Wuji and Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw Zhang Sanfeng being injured.
Zhang Sanfeng stood up with their support, looked at Hebi Weng and said, "What a sinister palm power. It was you who injured Wuji's child in the first place, right?"
Hebi Weng drooped his arms and looked at Zhang Sanfeng who was breathing weakly. He couldn't help laughing and said, "So what."
At this moment, a rushing sound suddenly came from mid-air.
At the same time, Song Qingshu's voice sounded from far away to near.
"No matter what, just keep your life."
Everyone saw Song Qingshu, who was tired but still energetic, stepping on the heads of those in the Ruyang Palace and flying low into the arena.
"Third Xuanming, it seems you still don't have a long memory." Song Qingshu glanced at Song Yuanqiao and the others and found that everyone was still there, with no missing arms or legs. He felt relieved, and then turned to look at He Biweng and said.
Hebi Weng looked at Song Qingshu with a fierce look in his eyes and couldn't help but take a step back. Soon he felt that he had taken a hasty step back. With so many people watching, he took a step back when facing Song Qingshu, and then turned to face Where to put it.
Just when Hebi Weng was planning to fight to the death to get Song Qingshu slapped, Zhao Min suddenly spoke.
"Song Qingshu, you are back."
Song Qingshu frowned and looked at Zhao Min and nodded, "Since Princess Shao Min is free, why don't you leave?"
The tone of his words was the same as that of Zhang Sanfeng before, and Zhao Min suddenly became angry.
"Why do you care about me?"
Song Qingshu shook his head.
"Don't dare."
Zhao Min looked at Song Qingshu with a cold face and couldn't help but ask: "Song Qingshu, do you hate me very much?"
Looking at Zhao Min, who looked a bit pitiful despite being extraordinary in appearance, Song Qingshu sighed, thought for a while and said, "I can't say I hate him, it's just that my stance is different."
"Standing point." Zhao Min murmured. She was a smart person. When Song Qingshu said this, she understood.
The imperial court's attitude towards these martial arts people was very clear. They would win over them first, and those who couldn't be won over would be humanely destroyed. After all, the dangers of martial arts people had been proven as early as Genghis Khan.
But the court's tough attitude was unacceptable to the martial arts people.
After all, they have martial arts skills, are not short of food and drink, and are used to being careless in their lives. Now that someone is forcibly putting a layer of shackles on them, it is strange that they can agree.
Zhao Min looked at Song Qingshu and wanted to ask if he would like her if he changed his position.
But after opening her mouth, Zhao Min didn't dare to ask. She was afraid that she would hear the answer she didn't want.
"The green hills remain unchanged and the green waters flow forever. The little girl has been bothering you recently. We are destined to meet again." Zhao Min, who was in a state of confusion, suddenly didn't want to stay here anymore and suddenly said.
"Walk."
Following Zhao Min's order, Zhao Min left in a hurry with his men.
Song Qingshu did not stop him because he knew that killing Zhao Min and the others now would only make the Wudang Sect a target of the court.
Build walls high, accumulate grain widely, and become king slowly.
This sentence has profound meaning in any era.
You know, if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them.
........
Zhao Min's departure is a happy event for the Wu-Dang Clan.
After appeasing the disciples, Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji participated in Wudang's high-level 'meeting'.
Looking at his cheap father who didn't quite understand, Song Qingshu told him exactly what happened after he left Guangmingding.
"Qingshu, you did a great job. You are truly worthy of being the Qilinzi of my Wudang. If you hadn't turned the tide this time, our Wudang really wouldn't know what to do." Zhang Songxi said with emotion.
"Uncle Xi, that's ridiculous. Wuji also made great contributions. His medical skills are so superb that he even cured his third uncle." Song Qingshu said modestly.
He is not greedy for merit, because he has that self-confidence, and Zhang Wuji cannot compare to him.
Song Qingshu's performance made Song Yuanqiao very satisfied. He nodded and patted Zhang Wuji's shoulder and said: "Wuji also did a good job. With the concerted efforts of you two brothers, our Wudang will definitely be able to flourish."
Zhang Wuji nodded excitedly. It felt good to be recognized.
Zhang Sanfeng was very happy when he saw his disciples and grandsons getting along happily with each other, but he received Hebi Weng's palm. Although Zhang Wuji's sinister internal power was removed, he still recovered from the injury and was a little tired.
"Yuanqiao, before Guangmingding, you and Master Miejie agreed to propose marriage. Now the time has come. Find a good and auspicious day and set out to pick up the child Zhiruo." Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.
Song Yuanqiao looked at his master, nodded seriously and said, "That's natural. Let's repair in two days and then set off."
Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said with a smile: "Qingshu's wedding, our Wudang can have some fun. By the way, Wuji, I heard your uncle said that you and that girl Yin Li are also interesting, not as good as you and Qingshu and the others. How about holding a wedding together?”
Seeing this, Song Qingshu also smiled and encouraged: "Wuji, this is a good thing. You and sister Yin Li are not young at all. They just happened to get married together. We can make the scene bigger at the right time."
When Song Qingshu said this, even Yu Daiyan, who was lying down, agreed: "Qingshu is right, Wuji and Miss Yin will get married together."
Zhang Wuji blushed at everyone's comments, but still agreed.
He is a 'honest and honest' person. After confirming that his Bai Yueguang was taken away by Senior Brother Song, he gave up.
Yin Li is actually quite good. After turning to martial arts at the suggestion of Senior Brother Song, he is so beautiful and looks so much like his mother. Plus, they are close relatives and know everything about her. How great.
He was satisfied.
Yin Li
Seeing that both children agreed, Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao, as the elders, were very happy.
However, there were too many things that happened today and they needed to be digested, so everyone decided to choose a good and auspicious day tomorrow, and then set off to Emei to welcome the bride.
After everyone dispersed, they went to rest.
A night of silence.
The next day, early in the morning, Song Yuanqiao wore a brand new Taoist robe, opened the altar to add incense, and discussed the auspicious day with Yu Lianzhou and others.
Finally, they decided that life would be pretty good in three days. June 20th would be a good time to travel, get married, and move into a new house...
Although time is a little tight, the Wudang Clan has a big business and many people, so they can prepare.
In addition to Song Qingshu's preparation for the wedding car, Zhang Wuji also had to inform his grandfather and his uncle and father-in-law.
For a time, Wudang became lively.
Everyone is beaming with joy.
