The chefs in Yangzhou are very good at cooking and are worthy of Liuliangye.
Mo Shenggu and Lu Qingyun were full of praise for this meal of food and wine.
After a full meal, we returned to Wudang. As soon as we entered the gate of Zixiao Palace, we saw Yu Daiyan sitting in a wheelchair with a dark face.
It's over!
"Master, why are you here?" Lu Qingyun looked concerned, and then said to Qingfeng and Mingyue on the side: "Master is weak and cannot withstand strong winds, you don't know what's going on!"
Who is ignorant?
You and Uncle Mo went down the mountain to drink and eat meat, and you were so happy that we drank the mountain wind.
Qingfeng Mingyue cursed in her heart.
If Lu Qingyun hadn't been in a higher position than them and had two junior uncles here, he would have had to know the consequences of eating alone.
"Hmph!" Yu Daiyan snorted coldly.
Although he is physically disabled, he will still know if there is any trouble in Wudang, otherwise he would not be waiting at the gate of Zixiao Palace.
"Master, I heard that a cook from Yangzhou came down from the mountain. I specially asked him to make Yangzhou's most famous thousand-layer oil cake and bring it back for you to try."
Lu Qingyun took out the wrapped oil cake from his arms as if he was offering a treasure. "Master, it's still hot. Please try it."
"Yes, yes, I think my nephew is filial, so I will accompany him down the mountain." Mo Shenggu burped, and the smell of alcohol spurted out.
Lu Qingyun lowered his head in embarrassment, stuffed the oil cake into Yu Daiyan's arms, and pushed the wheelchair inside.
Yu Daiyan sighed heavily, his eyes a little red.
He is fully aware of his disciple's filial piety. No matter what happens, the first thing that always comes to mind is his master.
Take the oil cake in your hand as an example.
This is to be carried on the body as soon as it is cooked. Otherwise, the road from the town at the foot of the mountain to Zixiao Palace would have been cold by the mountain wind, and it would have been as hot as now.
Returning to the room, he supported Yu Daiyan's body on the bed. Lu Qingyun lowered his head and waited for his master's rebuke.
"I know you don't like to practice martial arts, and Master doesn't want to force you, but among the three generations of Wudang disciples, you and Qing Shu are currently the only direct disciples."
"Qingshu is very likely to take over as the leader in the future, and the only one who can help him is you. If you don't practice martial arts well, how will you deal with future disputes in the world."
"Yes, my disciple knows it and will definitely work hard in the future."
Lu Qingyun accepted it humbly and refused to repent.
Knowing the progress, he certainly knew that it was impossible for Song Qingshu to take over as the leader of Wudang.
In fact, he sympathized with Song Qingshu in his heart.
He was originally a proud son of heaven and a leader among the young generation in the martial arts world.
But out of nowhere, Zhang Wuji appeared, snatching away the protagonist's aura and forcing him to be reduced to a supporting role.
The girl he liked ignored him, and no matter how much he licked him, it was useless. In the end, he was ruined by the licking.
The root of all this lies with Zhang Wuji. Only by killing him can the course of events be changed.
But is that realistic?
Zhang Wuji has the nine-yang magical power to protect his body and has the aura of the protagonist around him. How can Song Qingshu, a supporting character, do it, unless Song Qingshu also traveled through time and has a system to help him.
Damn it!
Lu Qingyun was suddenly stunned.
Doesn’t it say that the true fragrance law of time travel requires a system?
What about his system?
Tongzi, come out for me.
"Qingyun, are you listening to me?"
Yu Daiyan looked at Lu Qingyun, whose eyes were lifeless and seemed to be wandering in space, and asked angrily.
"Oh, I'm listening."
"My master's body cannot teach you other advanced Wudang skills. Your uncle is busy and has no time to guide you. I won't talk about the remaining two."
Lu Qingyun was overjoyed. His second uncle and his uncle Xi couldn't possibly guide him when they were away all year round.
The two people the master mentioned were the sixth uncle and the seventh uncle, so that was even more impossible.
Could it be that Master asked him to practice on his own?
That's a great thing!
"Hmph! I knew you wanted to be lazy."
Seeing the joy on Lu Qingyun's face, Yu Daiyan knew that all the words he said today were in vain. This brat still wanted to be lazy.
"From today on, you will go to Yuxu Palace to practice with your Grand Master."
"What, you want me to practice with an old naughty boy?"
"You bastard! What are you talking about? That's your master."
If Yu Daiyan could move his hands, he would definitely beat the bastard in front of him to death.
Master Zhang Sanfeng is a bit slovenly, but that is not something that his disciples can exclude.
"I tell you, when you get to Grand Master, you must be honest and don't make him angry."
Yu Daiyan actually had other plans.
Since Zhang Wuji disappeared, Zhang Sanfeng has become a little melancholy. He wants Qingyun to come over and have a lively atmosphere to relieve his master's mood.
"Master, what will you do if I'm not here?"
"Isn't there Qingfeng and Mingyue? Besides, Yuxu Palace is not far from here. You can come back anytime you want."
Qingfeng and Mingyue, who were standing at the door, their eyes lit up after hearing this. They would never be scolded by their third uncle because of Lu Qingyun in the future.
"Go ahead and go to Grand Master's place early."
"Oh, then I'm going, Master." Lu Qingyun saluted and turned to leave.
Return to your cabin.
I am happy in my heart.
The old naughty boy, bah, he's Taishifu. He's laughing and joking, so it doesn't matter whether he practices martial arts or not.
He took out a bottle of Liuliangye from under the bed and headed towards Yuxu Palace.
When I arrived at Yuxu Palace, I said hello to the Taoist boy at the door and walked in swaggeringly.
"Master, I'm here." Lu Qingyun started shouting before he even entered the hall.
"Xiao Yunzi, you stinky boy, still remember that I am your master!"
"You and Lao Qi went down the mountain to have a drink and you didn't even ask me to come."
A slovenly, fat old man with white beard and hair walked out from behind the stone statue of Daozu.
I saw oil stains hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his hands were still wiping on the Taoist robes. It was obvious at a glance that he was eating secretly behind the stone statue.
Lu Qingyun sniffed hard and said, "Master, you ate it secretly again."
"Nonsense."
Zhang Sanfeng glanced at it and snatched Liuliangye from Lu Qingyun's hand in a flash, "You have a conscience."
He pulled out the cork, took a big sip, turned around and walked behind the stone statue, "Follow me."
Lu Qingyun smiled and followed him.
I saw a hole half a man high on the wall behind the stone statue.
The Taishifu's body has almost come out.
Good guy!
In the open space outside the wall, a half-eaten roast chicken was placed on the fire.
Zhang Sanfeng sat aside, with a wine bottle in one hand and a chicken drumstick in the other. He was eating and drinking while still waving to him.
Lu Qingyun was not polite, walked to the roast chicken, stretched out his hand to break off a chicken wing, and sat down next to Zhang Sanfeng.
"As for the Wu-Tang Clan, the one who has the most bad temper with me is you.
Not like Qingshu, he is not big, he is as old-fashioned and boring as an old scholar! "
"Tsk, Senior Brother Qingshu wants to be the leader, how can he be like me."
Lu Qingyun reached for the wine bottle, but Zhang Sanfeng dodged it.
"What kind of alcohol do you drink at such a young age? If you drink too much, let alone practice martial arts, you can't even marry a wife. Just eat chicken honestly."
Zhang Sanfeng took a good sip of Liuliangye.
