Lu Qingyun was anxious.
It is really embarrassing to be treated like this by a group of Wudang disciples in public.
But no matter how much he promised, it would be of no avail.
Unless they pay back the money on the spot, they will just hold on to one song until the Emei faction leaves.
The chaotic scene attracted the attention of Zhang Sanfeng and others standing in front of the hall.
"Old Seven, go and see what happened and what kind of behavior you are in."
Mo Shenggu followed the order and walked to the Wudang disciples area and shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing?"
"Uncle Master, Qingyun owes us money and has been hiding from us for almost five years. We finally met him today and he still refuses to pay us back."
Mo Shenggu almost couldn't hold back his laughter after hearing this.
He had also heard about Lu Qingyun's borrowing money, but if the trouble continued like this, the Wudang Clan would lose face.
"Okay, let him go, I will take care of the money."
After hearing the assurance, everyone loosened their hands.
Mo Shenggu glared at Lu Qingyun, returned to the door of the hall and spoke in a low voice.
Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao suppressed their laughter and looked towards the field.
At this time, Ding Minjun drew out his long sword and attacked Song Qingshu unceremoniously.
Song Qingshu easily dodged the incoming sword and struck with his sword.
There was a big difference in their skills. After twenty moves, Ding Minjun was clearly defeated.
"Sister, stop it."
Zhou Zhiruo saw that the defeat was certain and interrupted, thus leaving a step for Ding Minjun.
Hearing this, Song Qingshu took back his sword and said, "Senior Sister Ding, I accept the concession."
Ding Minjun blushed and walked towards the Emei disciples without saying a word.
Song Qingshu returned to the main hall with a proud look on his face.
"Qingshu is good. He didn't disgrace Wudang." Mo Shenggu had a smile on his face.
"Uncle Qi is so complimentary."
Song Qingshu was very happy to be praised by Mo Shenggu.
"More than calm, not enough dexterity." Song Yuanqiao commented.
Mo Shenggu laughed and said: "Elder brother, we in Wudang can't all be like that little monkey Qingyun."
Song Yuanqiao also smiled and said to Zhang Sanfeng: "Master, Qingyun has already left school, should Qingshu also go to Yuxu Palace to practice in seclusion for some time?"
Lu Qingyun reached the first level. Song Yuanqiao was happy and envious at the same time. He hoped that his master could also guide Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu's expression froze, his heart pounding, and he secretly glanced at Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng nodded with a smile.
They are all his nephews. If Song Qingshu is willing, it doesn't matter if he teaches him.
"Why don't you hurry up and thank Master Tai."
Song Yuanqiao was overjoyed and glared at Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu was excited and saluted quickly, "Qingshu thanked Grand Master."
"Okay, now that this is over, you can move to Yuxu Palace."
at the same time.
Ding Minjun knew clearly that he was no match, but he refused to admit it in front of his fellow disciples.
"Zhou Zhiruo, why did you interrupt the competition between me and Song Qingshu just now? Do you still see me as the senior sister in your eyes?"
Ding Minjun was so pampered in the Emei Sect that no one dared to refute Zhou Zhiruo's arrogance and unreasonableness.
"Zhiruo doesn't dare."
"Hmph! You dare to open your mouth to block the competition, and you still say you don't dare? Then you can win the next game."
"Senior sister, my little sister has just started and her skills are still insufficient. How dare she go up to challenge. If she loses, she will not lose Master's face again."
Zhou Zhiruo is not stupid.
Now that even Ding Minjun can't beat her, how can she be Wudang Clan's Song Qingshu's opponent?
"Then why did you interrupt the martial arts competition? I have a unique trick that can defeat Song Qingshu. It's all your fault."
Ding Minjun said this, obviously shirking responsibility.
Returning to the Emei Sect, she also had something to say in front of Master Jiejie.
Even if he had to be punished, Zhou Zhiruo would still be there to take the lead.
Zhou Zhiruo was angry.
Even though he was about to lose, he still made excuses and insisted on a trick.
She has practiced Emei Kung Fu no less than Ding Minjun, so there is no way she can turn defeat into victory.
Unexpectedly, good intentions were regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs, and in the end it all fell on her.
"Zhou Zhiruo, why are you still standing there? Go up and challenge me. If you don't go, I will lose my dignity in Emei. See if I don't go back and tell Master about her."
Ding Minjun was unforgiving when he was in power, and desperately wanted Zhou Zhiruo to make a fool of herself, so that she could cover up her incompetence.
"Little sister, just go out and challenge."
In desperation, Zhou Zhiruo handed the Yitian Sword to Ding Minjun, walked out of the Emei Sect team, and came to Zhang Sanfeng.
"Zhenzhen Zhang, I just saw Senior Brother Song's exquisite swordsmanship, and I would like to ask other senior brothers from the Wudang Sect for advice. Please allow Zhenren Zhang."
Zhang Sanfeng laughed.
The Emei sect was ruined by the extermination, and their disciples and grandchildren were all eager to win and refused to admit defeat.
However, Zhou Zhiruo was so clever this time. She knew clearly that she was no match for Song Qingshu, so she took the initiative to avoid him.
"Which one is better, you or the little girl just now?"
"Of course Senior Sister Ding is much taller than Zhiruo."
In front of outsiders, she naturally wanted to protect the face of the senior sisters in her sect.
The only difference between her and Ding Minjun is that she started early, but her talent is much higher. I believe she will be able to surpass him in a short time.
"It's hard to handle!"
Zhang Sanfeng glanced around and saw Lu Qingyun hiding in the crowd looking around, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
"We, the third generation disciples of Wudang, only have two direct disciples, one is Qingshu and the other is Qingyun."
"You already understand Qingshu's skills, can you win?"
"Zhiruozi is invincible."
Zhou Zhiruo had a bad feeling. The Qingyun mentioned by Zhang Sanfeng might be even more powerful.
"No need to compete. Go back. I see you are not the kind of unreasonable girl. Please talk to your classmates."
"If we really want to compete, make an appointment and let Miejie send Emei's strongest disciple."
Lu Qingyun's strength is far ahead, and the disciples like Emei are no match at all.
"I'm so angry. This is looking down on our Emei sect."
Ding Minjun was very unconvinced.
"I don't believe there are more powerful disciples in Wudang than Song Qingshu."
"No way, Master Zhang is a martial arts senior after all, he won't lie to us." Zhao Lingzhu blurted out.
Ding Minjun glanced at him, "What do you know! If a Wudang disciple could defeat Song Qingshu, he would have become famous in the world a long time ago. Why would he hide it?"
"Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's challenge now, he probably wants to scare us away and preserve the reputation of the Wudang Sect."
"Senior Sister is right."
Ding Minjun's disciples from Emei were flattering him.
Zhou Zhiruo's face is also not good-looking. Although she is not strong in kung fu, she represents the Emei sect.
If he backs down now, he will be embarrassed, and the Emei Sect will also be humiliated.
Zhang Sanfeng could see that he was another person who wanted to save face and suffer the consequences.
"Qingyun, come out and spar with the Emei disciples."
What happened to the old naughty boy? He had to go up and bully the little girl.
But everyone was called by name, and it was not good if he didn't go out. Lu Qingyun had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out of the crowd.
"Qingyun, kill the Emei faction, and you don't have to pay back the money you owe me."
"That's right, if you kill the Emei faction, the money you owe me will be cut in half."
