Mo Qiao brought the Mo family caravan to Wudang. After handing over the wine, he handed a set of precious jewelry boxes to Lu Qingyun.
With the help of Lu Qingyun, he successfully obtained the protection of Wudang at the cost of 50,000 taels of silver per year, and the caravan also had the right to use the Wudang flag.
Regardless of the amount of money required to pay tribute to Wudang every year, in Mo Qiao's opinion, it was a huge profit. From now on, caravans can travel north and south with their heads high and no longer fear of small robberies.
Mo Qiao left Wudang Mountain with the caravan with a smile on his face.
Lu Qingyun opened the jewelry box and glanced at the shining gem necklace inside, thinking of Yang Yaoqin and Mu Wanqing.
He is really unqualified as a husband and has never even given her a decent set of jewelry.
In the future, when he has money, he will buy two sets for them.
Yin Liting had gone to pick up Yang Buhui half a month ago, and Lu Qingyun could only hand the jewelry box to Song Yuanqiao.
August 15th, sunny.
Wudang Town at the foot of Wudang Mountain is very lively early in the morning.
A large number of Mingjiao disciples walked into Wudang Town carrying dozens of large wooden boxes tied with red silk.
Yang Xiao, the Mingjiao Guangming Zuo envoy, married a daughter, which naturally led to great ostentation.
Accompanied by the White-browed Eagle King of the Ming Sect, Yin Tianzheng, the Green-winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao, and the entire Wu San people.
Accompanied by Yin Liting and Zhang Wuji, the bride Yang Buhui arrived at the largest inn in Wudang Town, waiting to be taken up the mountain for the wedding.
"No regrets, I will return to the mountain now and come down to pick you up on the wedding day."
"Okay, Brother Six."
Yang Buhui smiled sweetly.
To reach this point today is truly unexpected.
At first, her feelings for Yin Liting were out of sympathy and guilt, and she even wanted to atone for his sins on behalf of her parents. Little did she know that she actually fell in love with him during the days when she took care of him.
Even if Yang Xiao strongly opposed it, she would not look back.
Looking at Zhang Wuji with a smile on his side, Yang Buhui was very grateful.
If he hadn't persuaded his father Yang Xiao, the obstacles to marrying Yin Liting would have been very great.
There is an age difference of more than 20 years between Yin Liting and Yang Buhui, and they have a special relationship with Ji Xiaofu. One can imagine how tough Yang Xiao's attitude is.
"Brother Wuji, thank you very much."
Zhang Wuji quickly waved his hand and joked, "I can't afford Aunt Six's thanks."
"We agreed a long time ago that regardless of seniority, you will still be my brother Wuji."
The founder of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng, lived too long and was closely related to the founder of the Emei Sect, Guo Xiang. This led to great confusion among the seniority of the disciples of the two sects.
Yang Buhui's mother, Ji Xiaofu, was a disciple of Master Miejie and a disciple of Emei Xidai.
Her daughter Yang Buhui can be regarded as the fifth generation of Emei.
And Yin Liting is Zhang Sanfeng's disciple. In terms of seniority, he should be the same generation as Fenglingshi, the second generation head of Emei.
The original engagement with Ji Xiaofu was also two generations apart.
Because of this matter, Zhang Sanfeng and Miejie decided that from now on, the disciples of the two sects would only be judged by their age, regardless of their seniority.
"Sister Bugui, I have to go to Wudang in advance to meet the Grand Master. On August 18th, I will take you up the mountain with Uncle Six."
Zhang Wuji followed the room that Yin Liting left and arrived at the inn lobby.
At this time, all the people sitting in the lobby were Mingjiao disciples.
"Yang Zuoshi, Grandpa, Bat King, Wu Sanren, Wuji and Sixth Uncle go first." Zhang Wuji clasped fists with everyone.
"The leader will leave on his own, and we will make arrangements for him."
Yin Liting clasped his fists towards Yang Xiao, who was not used to calling his father-in-law, "Mr. Yang Zuo, Yin Liting takes his leave."
Yang Xiao did the same, with a smile on his face, "Yin Liuxia, don't worry, I won't regret marrying into Wudang."
Yin Liting then hugged his fists towards everyone in the Ming Cult and left the inn with Zhang Wuji.
Wudang disciples had already reported the situation at the foot of the mountain. Song Qingshu and Lu Qingyun stood outside the gate of Zixiao Palace, waiting to greet Yin Liting.
Lu Qingyun waved and shouted from a distance, "Congratulations to Uncle Six for bringing home this beauty!"
Yin Liting felt helpless for a while.
Looking at the Wudang disciples in Xizhou who covered their mouths and snickered, he walked a few steps quickly and said, "You kid, you can't keep your voice down in public."
Lu Qingyun laughed without hesitation, "Haha, Uncle Six is so shy!"
Seeing Yin Liting's embarrassment, Song Qingshu smiled and got rid of the situation, "Uncle Sixth, my father and other senior uncles are waiting for you in the main hall."
"Oh, I'll go in first."
Yin Liting glared at Lu Qingyun angrily and strode inside.
"Senior Brother Qingshu, Junior Brother Qingyun." Zhang Wuji stepped forward to say hello.
"Junior Brother Wuji, how about we say goodbye to each other?" Song Qingshu said with a smile on his face.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Qingshu, for your concern. Everything is well with Wuji."
Zhang Wuji looked at Lu Qingyun and said, "Junior brother Qingyun, as soon as I returned to the Central Plains, I heard your name."
"There are definitely no good things to say. I've probably become a murderous villain in the world."
Just as Lu Qingyun said, with the spread of the word by thoughtful people, his reputation has surpassed that of Heimuya Dongfang Bubai.
However, he didn't care at all.
In Lu Qingyun's eyes, those so-called decent people only form cliques behind their backs to bully the few.
When encountering powerful people, they will use their own moral standards to criticize them as monsters.
"Ha ha."
Zhang Wuji laughed.
Mingjiao used to be a thorn in the flesh of the decent people, and his reputation was even worse. He was also called the devil.
"As long as you have a clear conscience, no matter what others say, we Wudang disciples are not afraid!"
Song Qingshu has the demeanor of a leader of a sect. His words are not only righteous, but also have the meaning of protecting Wudang disciples.
"As expected of the future leader of Wudang!"
Lu Qingyun gave a thumbs up.
"Junior Brother Wuji, go to Yuxu Palace to meet Grand Master. If he knows that you are back, he will definitely be very happy."
"Thank you for reminding me, senior brother. Wuji will go to see Grand Master now."
Looking at Zhang Wuji's leaving figure, Song Qingshu turned his attention to Lu Qingyun.
"It seems that the gangsters in the arena are starting to take action."
Lu Qingyun didn't care.
If you can't beat them, just smear them. Those who hide in the dark use these methods.
It's a pity that their wishful thinking is destined to be miscalculated. Lu Qingyun is not the kind of person who fishes for fame and doesn't care about reputation at all.
Song Qingshu reminded: "We still need to prepare early."
"Well, Qingyun knows it well."
Lu Qingyun looked down the mountain with a sneer on his lips.
He wanted to see who had the guts to take advantage of Yin Liting's wedding to go to Wudang to cause trouble.
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In front of the Emei Sect's golden-domed hall, Zhou Zhiruo was wearing a plain skirt, with long hair reaching her waist, and she calmly raised her left index finger.
"Senior Sister Ding, won't you bow when you see the leader?"
Ding Minjun stood at the door of the hall, with a face full of ridicule, "Zhou Zhiruo, you have the nerve to come back and take over as the leader. Where were you when Emei was in the most difficult time?"
