"Why, you still haven't decided who will be the head of Emei?"
Yu Daiyan felt even more strange.
"Yes, Master. Emei disciples Ding Minjun, Jingxuan, and Zhou Zhiruo. The three of them are the best disciples of this generation, but I feel that they cannot support the Emei Sect at the moment."
Ding Minjun is jealous of talents and is not broad-minded enough.
Jingxuan has soft ears and is easily taken advantage of.
Zhou Zhiruo is talented and ambitious, and is also the best candidate to be the head of Emei.
But she followed Master Miejie's last wish and followed Zhang Wuji to Binghuo Island to steal the Nine Yin Manual.
Lu Qingyun was afraid that Zhou Zhiruo would turn into a black man and bring Emei into the abyss.
"You are the only one who is capable!"
Yu Daiyan retorted.
"Look what you said, I am your apprentice, am I as capable as you?"
Lu Qingyun said with a playful smile.
"Hmph, don't do this. Your master and I are only at the level of a seventh-level warrior. Can I compare with a grandmaster like you?"
"That's because you were injured, otherwise you would have become a great master long ago."
"Don't flatter me, I don't have the skills of your great master. I will be very satisfied if I can reach the master level. What stage of cultivation are you at now?"
"Later stage of Grandmaster."
Yu Daiyan's eyes widened, the hand holding the teacup stopped in mid-air, and he looked at Lu Qingyun in disbelief.
Late stage of Grandmaster!
Except for the great master Zhang Sanfeng, no one in Wudang has reached this level of cultivation.
His apprentice turned out to be the number one person in Wudang besides the founder!
"Okay, okay! Come with me to meet your uncles and uncles."
Yu Daiyan laughed and pulled Lu Qingyun quickly towards Zixiao Palace.
In the Zixiao Palace, everyone in Song Yuanqiao was discussing Yin Liting's marriage.
It is rare for Wudang to have such a big happy event, so it is natural to make a big deal to offset the bad luck of more than ten years.
Hearing the laughter coming from far away, everyone walked out of the hall.
"Elder brother, Qingyun is back." Yu Daiyan said loudly and excitedly.
"Good boy, you are finally willing to go back to Wudang. Are you feeling comfortable as the head of Emei?" Mo Shenggu joked with a smile.
"Greetings to all my uncles and uncles."
Lu Qingyun bent down and saluted everyone.
"Okay, there are no outsiders here."
A smile appeared on Song Yuanqiao's serious face.
"Elder brother, Qingyun is doing really well now. At the late stage of the Grand Master realm, he can even outshine us old guys."
Yu Daiyan said with an exaggerated expression.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically.
When you are in your early twenties and in the late stage of the master realm, this is too scary. People with this level of cultivation in the world have already established sects.
"Uncle, where is senior brother Qingshu?"
Lu Qingyun felt like he was now a monkey in a zoo exhibit. He couldn't stand the attention of everyone, so he asked.
"I was locked up in Yuxu Palace by your great master to practice in seclusion. You can only come out on the day your sixth uncle gets married."
Mo Shenggu interrupted with a smile.
"Senior Brother Qingshu is really lucky. With Grand Master teaching him on his own, his cultivation level will definitely improve greatly."
Lu Qingyun was also happy for Song Qingshu. With the guidance of Grand Master, it would be just around the corner to break through to the Grandmaster realm.
"Compared with you, Qingshu is still a little behind. After your sixth uncle gets married, let him go to the world to gain some experience."
The three generations of direct disciples of Wudang are each more exaggerated than the others. Song Qingshu's understanding and cultivation are considered outstanding among his peers, but compared with Lu Qingyun and Zhang Wuji, they appear to be much mediocre.
Song Yuanqiao felt that he could no longer keep Song Qingshu by his side. Like Lu Qingyun and Zhang Wuji, he should go through hardships in the world to accelerate his growth.
"Uncle, Senior Brother Qingshu is a talented person. You are not afraid that he will be seduced by the seductress outside, and Wudang will have no leader in the future."
Lu Qingyun was joking.
"so rude!"
Yu Daiyan slapped Lu Qingyun on the back of the head.
"I ran away, didn't I still have you?"
Song Yuanqiao smiled.
This kid is already in his twenties, and he is still as out of character as he was when he was a child.
"Elder brother, this kid is not good enough. He is too murderous. There are only twenty people in Emei, but he dared to lead the Seven Kills Alliance to destroy Fei Bin and Zhong Zhen of the Songshan Sect."
"There are less than a thousand Wudang disciples. If he becomes the leader, he will not cause a bloody storm in the world!"
In Yu Daiyan's heart, Song Qingshu was mature and suitable for the position of head coach, and Lu Qingyun could just stay in Wudang.
Mo Shenggu was a little unconvinced and retorted loudly, "I don't agree with what Third Senior Brother said! Wudang disciples should be happy with their grudges. If you don't even have this kind of blood, you are not worthy of being a Wudang disciple."
Song Yuanqiao stopped the two from arguing.
As the second generation leader of Wudang, I am very happy to see the juniors stand out one by one.
The third generation disciple of Wudang, no matter who becomes the leader, he will not disgrace the reputation of Wudang Sect.
Seeing that Lu Qingyun looked uncomfortable standing here, he said, "You should go to Yuxu Palace to meet Grand Master. He always talks about you."
"Okay, uncle."
Lu Qingyun bowed, turned around and walked out of the hall, heading towards Yuxu Palace.
Song Yuanqiao looked at the disappearing figure, the smile on his face disappeared, and his expression was very serious.
"Qingyun killed Fei Bin and Zhong Zhen, and the Songshan sect will never give up. This time when the sixth brother gets married, they will most likely come to ask for an explanation. We must be on guard to prevent emergencies from happening again."
Everyone has not forgotten the painful lessons learned more than ten years ago. If they had been stronger at that time, Zhang Cuishan and his wife would not have died.
If the Songshan sect dares to cause trouble this time, they will never be merciful again.
Lu Qingyun came to Yuxu Palace, said hello to the Taoist boy at the door, and walked in swaggeringly.
In the open space in front of the main hall, Zhang Sanfeng was teaching Song Qingshu with a wine gourd in his hand.
Hearing the footsteps of someone coming, he turned around and saw Lu Qingyun swaggering in. He couldn't help but laugh and curse, "You brat, I just thought of going back to Wudang."
"When people are in the arena, they can't help themselves."
Lu Qingyun didn't have so many scruples when talking to Zhang Sanfeng. He was already used to laughing and joking.
Song Qingshu opened his eyes with a smile on his face. He was about to end his practice when he saw Zhang Sanfeng staring at him, and he immediately did not dare to move.
"Qingshu, don't imitate this brat, he has too many bad habits."
"Hey, Grand Master, don't talk nonsense. I, a third-generation disciple of Wudang with a good foundation, can have any bad habits."
"Bah, don't you have any idea? You still have the nerve to say there's nothing wrong with you. We don't have such a playboy like you in Wudang."
"Tch, that's because you don't have the ability to worry about it."
"You brat, what did you say?"
Zhang Sanfeng jumped up. Lu Qingyun's words seemed to have touched his sore spot. Without saying a word, he slapped him away.
Lu Qingyun moved his left hand and immediately realized something was wrong, and his body was pulled around.
Tai Chi!
He shows no respect for martial arts. He uses his big moves when he comes up, and he doesn't even have the dignity to do so.
