It was a big event for his sixth uncle Yin Liting to get married, and he would rush to congratulate her no matter what.
Fortunately, there are still more than a month left before August 18th, so there is no problem in terms of time.
"Qingyun will definitely return to Wudang to drink uncle Liu's wedding wine."
Jinghui brought a few dishes to go with the wine, and Lu Qingyun enthusiastically let Song Qingshu try Emei's specialties.
Song Qingshu was not polite. He was drinking and eating side dishes. Seeing no one around him, he asked softly: "Junior brother, is Master Miejie really dead?"
"uncertain."
Without finding the body of Master Tai, Lu Qingyun could not just conclude that he was dead.
However, judging from the time it took for the Sakya sect’s protective elder Charan Dorje to catch up with him that day, it can be inferred that the chance of Jiejie Shitai’s survival was very small.
"Well, it would be great if Master Miejie was alive, and you could go back to Wudang. You don't know how miserable my life is now. I am forced to practice martial arts every day, and I don't even have time to sleep."
Ever since he escaped from trouble and returned to Wudang, Song Qingshu noticed that his father Song Yuanqiao and his six uncles looked at him wrong.
All of them watched him practicing like wolves and tigers every day, and would be scolded if he made any mistakes.
Later, I finally found out the reason from my future sixth aunt Yang Buhui.
In the battle of Wan'an Tower, Lu Qingyun and Zhang Wuji were so powerful that they saved the six factions from trouble.
His cultivation level left Song Qingshu far behind, which made Song Yuanqiao very ashamed.
Song Qingshu, whom he taught with all his strength, was not as good as the lazy Lu Qingyun and the homeless Zhang Wuji.
So he went to discuss with his junior fellow apprentices, and they must be ruthless in supervising Song Qingshu's cultivation.
"Haha, uncle, they are doing this for your own good. You want to take over as the head of Wudang, the largest sect in the world."
"Junior Brother Qingyun, do you feel comfortable taking over as the head of Emei?" Song Qingshu asked.
"Different."
The Emei Sect's vitality was severely weakened. There were only about thirty disciples under the sect, and there was no spare manpower to help him share the burden. It was indeed a headache to manage.
But the Wudang Sect is different. The tedious matters are handled by the disciples, and the leader has very little to do.
"On the contrary, I feel comfortable being the head of Emei. The Wudang Clan has a great master, my father and five uncles. I have to be careful in everything I do."
Lu Qingyun nodded, understanding Song Qingshu's feelings very well.
The great uncle was an old-fashioned man, meticulous in his work, and very demanding, so it was inevitable that Song Qingshu would be tied up in doing things.
Having too many elders is troublesome, but not as free as he was in Emei.
"This is life!"
Scenery in front of others, injuries behind others.
Being the young master of Wudang Clan is not so easy!
Lu Qingyun patted Song Qingshu's shoulder to express comfort.
"Tell us about the Seven Kills Alliance."
Song Qingshu complained and felt a little embarrassed, and told the news collected by the Wudang Clan.
The Seven Kills Alliance was originally just a ninth-rate sect in the martial arts world, specializing in some shady business.
Naturally, Wudang would not pay too much attention to such a low-life sect.
If Lu Qingyun hadn't sent a letter to investigate the Seven Kills Alliance, Song Qingshu would not have known that the Seven Kills Alliance had now become a second-rate sect in the world.
The leader of the Seven Kills Alliance, Sima Feng, was only in the second-level warrior realm and would never be able to annex so many second- and third-rate sects.
After some investigation, it was discovered that there were two elders in the Seven Kills Alliance with extremely high cultivation levels and mysterious whereabouts. One of them actually used the Songshan School's unique skill, the Great Songyang Hand.
Da Songyang Hand is a unique skill of Songshan, and it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to learn it.
Based on this, it can be inferred that the mastermind behind the scenes is most likely the Songshan Sect, which is currently expanding rapidly in the world.
Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan Sect, is said to have reached the realm of a master, and all his juniors are also close to the master's level.
Zuo Lengchan was extremely ambitious. Taking advantage of the fire between the two Sword Qi Sects in Huashan and his vitality was severely damaged, he wanted to form the Five Mountains Alliance to compete with Shaolin and Wudang.
Only then did Lu Qingyun understand why Ning Zhongze was so anxious to return to Huashan. It turned out that such a big thing had happened.
Huashan's vitality was severely damaged and could no longer lead the Five Mountains. Songshan Sect became the strongest sect among the Five Mountains. If Zuo Lengchan wanted to compete with Shaolin Wudang, he would definitely form the Five Mountains Alliance and take the position of leader of the Five Mountains Alliance.
"I heard that you have a close relationship with Nvxia Huashan?"
Song Qingshu showed an envious expression.
Lu Qingyun not only has a beautiful wife and concubine, but he is also rumored to be having an affair with the daughter of the leader of the Huashan Qi Sect, but he is still single.
"It's nothing, we just walked together for a while."
Lu Qingyun quickly denied that this matter was big or small. Mu Wanqing's matter had already made Yang Yaoqin unhappy. If she heard this rumor again, she didn't know if she would fall out.
Thinking of Xiao Zhao, Lu Qingyun was also a little strange. It had been a month since the letter was sent to Wudang, why didn't she come yet.
"Senior brother, I sent a letter to Wudang six months ago asking Xiao Zhao to come over. Why is there still no sign of her?"
"Isn't Xiao Zhao here? She left as soon as she received your letter!"
Lu Qingyun frowned.
"Is something going to happen?" Song Qingshu asked with concern.
"Probably not, maybe she went home."
With Xiao Zhao's martial arts and cleverness, nothing would happen to her. Lu Qingyun guessed that she would most likely return to Granny Jinhua.
"That's good."
Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief.
Xiao Zhao served Yu Daiyan very wholeheartedly in Wudang and did not want her to have any accidents.
Lu Qingyun shook the wine jar, and the two of them drank most of the five kilograms of strong liquor, with a smile on his face.
After filling the empty bowl with wine, he said, "Senior Brother Qingshu's drinking capacity has increased now. It's not like he used to get drunk after just a few sips."
Song Qingshu picked up the wine bowl and said with a smile: "Maybe it's because I felt relaxed after coming to Qingyun's place, so my drinking capacity increased without realizing it."
Lu Qingyun drank all the wine in the bowl, stood up and took a stance.
"It's been many years since I competed with my senior brother. Today, while we're drunk, let's compete. We're only competing on moves, not internal strength."
"Okay." Song Qingshu drank the wine in the bowl and stood up.
Both of them started with Tai Chi and used each other's moves to fight each other with no difference in victory or defeat.
Lu Qingyun looked surprised. He didn't expect that Song Qingshu's understanding of Tai Chi was not as good as his. If their cultivation levels were equal, he might not be able to win.
"Senior Brother Qingshu, Qingyun has lost."
"Junior Brother Qingyun is being humble. As far as Tai Chi moves are concerned, it's hard for you and me to win or lose. But if we really compete, I will never be your opponent."
Song Qingshu's alcohol smell dissipated, he picked up the wine jar, poured two bowls of wine, and handed one to Lu Qingyun.
"After drinking this bowl of wine, senior brother will rush back to Wudang."
Lu Qingyun took the wine bowl and couldn't help asking: "It's so urgent! How many days won't you stay in Emei for a while?"
"Senior brother must rush back to Wudang to continue training and strive to advance to the Grand Master realm before Uncle Six's wedding. Then we will compete with junior brother."
"Okay, then Qingyun won't hold you back anymore."
"Dry!"
The two bowls collided together, causing a splash of hops.
