Chapter 154

"Could it be that something went wrong?"

Song Yuanqiao and the others became extremely nervous at the sight.

Everything was fine just a moment ago, so why was Third Brother/Third Brother Yu Daiyan suddenly in such agony?

"This is?"

Thinking he had made an operational error, Zhang Wuji cast a questioning and pleading look at his Brother Zhang Jie, who was omnipotent in his eyes.

Zhang Jie spoke calmly, soothing everyone:

"Masters, Uncles, do not worry; this is a normal phenomenon.

Although I can always suppress the pain with the finger strength of the One Yang Finger,

this is not conducive to Third Uncle's subsequent recovery."

"That makes sense."

Zhang Sanfeng also explained: "Pain helps stimulate the brain to control the limbs.

If there were no pain at all, that would be a very bad sign,

after all, it would mean the brain has lost all sensation from the limbs."

"So that's how it is."

Yin Liting and the others suddenly understood.

The heart of Yu Daiyan, who was on the bed, finally settled down.

In order to recover better in the future, he even silently recited in his heart:

'Let the pain come more fiercely!'

"Junior Brother Wuji, continue."

Zhang Jie reminded Zhang Wuji, who had subconsciously stopped applying the medicine thinking something had gone wrong.

"Okay."

Zhang Wuji then continued to apply the medicine.

Under the blessing of the application technique he learned from the Divine Physician Hu Qingniu of Butterfly Valley,

he very skillfully rubbed the Black Jade Shattered Bone Ointment all over Yu Daiyan's body.

After applying the medicine, and waiting for Yu Daiyan's pain to subside and for him to fall into a deep sleep, everyone left.

"Jie, Wuji, tonight we uncles will hold a welcome banquet for you."

Song Yuanqiao, who was the de facto leader of the Wu Dangpai, was very enthusiastic.

From Zhang Jie and Zhang Wuji, he saw the future of the Wu Dangpai.

How could this not make him, who regarded Wudang as his home, inexplicably happy?

"Jie, Wuji, tonight we will drink until we drop!"

The heroic Mo Shenggu was even more enthusiastic.

"Alright."

Zhang Jie smiled at Mo Shenggu, who was more like a close friend than an uncle.

This mischievous guy used to rely on his deep internal energy,

being able to neutralize more alcohol to challenge him to drinking contests,

and would mock his low alcohol tolerance, saying things like "if you're weak, you need to practice more."

Tonight, he wanted to see just how much alcohol Mo Shenggu could actually neutralize!

His big blade was already hungry and thirsty!

Walking and laughing all the way to the main hall of Wudang,

a voice, clearly from Zhou Zhiruo, suddenly entered everyone's ears:

"Senior Brother Song, I am already Brother Zhang Jie's person, so please stop pestering me."

At the same time, there was also the persistent voice of Song Qingshu:

"Sister Zhiruo, don't you understand my feelings for you?

What is so good about following that Zhang Jie?

Follow me, and in the future, you will be the wife of the third-generation leader of Wudang!"

"This degenerate!"

Song Yuanqiao's originally gentle face instantly turned livid.

Zhou Zhiruo's relationship with Zhang Jie, anyone with a normal brain knew it,

yet Song Qingshu was actually pestering a married woman; how was this any different from a hooligan?

And the first-generation leader of Wudang was still alive and well,

yet Song Qingshu was talking about the third-generation leader of Wudang.

Was he cursing the first and second-generation leaders of Wudang to die early?

The faces of Yu Lianzhou and the others, who also thought of this, became ugly.

They themselves didn't care, but when it involved their master, Zhang Zhenren, they could not turn a blind eye!

Even the smile of Zhang Sanfeng, who was always smiling, could not help but falter.

When did the third-generation eldest senior brother of Wudang become like this?

Zhang Sanfeng could not help but wonder if he had been too indulgent toward the third-generation disciples over the years.

"This degenerate!"

Song Yuanqiao could not care about anything else and rushed toward the direction the voice came from, full of anger.

Zhang Jie, on the other hand, followed unhurriedly, not worried about Zhou Zhiruo suffering a loss:

Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts, under his guidance and day-and-night nourishment,

let alone a Song Qingshu who wasn't even second-rate, could even trade blows with Abbess Miejue of the Mount Emei Sect.

Sure enough, as soon as Song Yuanqiao arrived at the hall entrance, he saw Song Qingshu blocking Zhou Zhiruo's path.

"Senior Brother Song, I really am already Brother Zhang Jie's person, so please stop pestering me."

A trace of impatience flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful face.

Why couldn't this Song Qingshu understand human speech?

If this were in Mount Emei, she would have already taught this lecher a lesson!

Song Qingshu clearly did not believe it, still wearing a deeply affectionate look:

"Sister Zhiruo, that Zhang Jie is just a brute,

how could a person like you, who is like a celestial being, look up to him?

Don't use him as a shield to fob me off anymore.

Sister Zhiruo, you and I are the perfect match, a celestial couple."

"This Song Qingshu..."

Seeing Song Qingshu being so persistent, and still wearing that nauseatingly affectionate look,

Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, and raised her hand, intending to teach this lecher a lesson.

But thinking that this guy was Zhang Jie's senior brother no matter what,

and that directly teaching him a lesson might make things difficult for Zhang Jie, Zhou Zhiruo put her hand down.

But Song Qingshu, who had no sense, or rather, had been blinded by beauty, thought this was a sign that Zhou Zhiruo was moved,

and immediately prepared to step forward to perform a domineering wall-pin,

to let Zhou Zhiruo see what a real man is,

and what a real young talent of the Jianghu is!

"You degenerate, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a roar, full of anger and very familiar to Song Qingshu, entered his ears.

He looked back and saw Song Yuanqiao, his hair standing on end with rage, looking like an angry lion.

"Father!"

Being roared at by the father he both respected and feared, Song Qingshu immediately wilted.

Where was the domineering CEO style he had in front of Zhou Zhiruo,

full of vigor and ignoring Zhang Jie?

"What father?

In my Wudang, there are only masters and disciples, no fathers and sons!"

Song Yuanqiao was still furious, not giving Song Qingshu any face at all.

"Yes, Master."

Although Song Qingshu was aggrieved in his heart, he could only honestly respond.

'Oh my god, what is this "use titles during work" stuff!'

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jie could not help but laugh, silently complaining in his heart.

Netizens who have watched In the Name of the People all know: "I don't put sugar in my porridge for breakfast, I am Provincial Party Secretary Gao Yuliang."

"Use titles during work, call me Secretary Yuliang, remember..."

And over there, Song Yuanqiao began to lecture Song Qingshu:

"Miss Zhou has already given her heart to your Junior Brother Zhang Jie, yet you are still pestering her; what kind of decorum is this?"

Song Qingshu, however, was dismissive:

"Master, the Analects say 'The beautiful lady is a good match for the gentleman.'

Sister Zhiruo has not yet become betrothed to Junior Brother Zhang Jie, so why can't I pursue her?"

"You..."

Seeing Song Qingshu being so stubborn, Song Yuanqiao was almost angered to the point of vomiting blood.

Zhou Zhiruo's relationship with Zhang Jie was something anyone with a little bit of insight could see.

With their level of intimacy, they likely already had the reality of husband and wife.

In this case, where was the need for any empty names like engagement to prove it?

At this moment, Zhang Jie also walked out leisurely from the corner,

came to Song Qingshu, and bowed calmly:

"Senior Brother, long time no see."

"Junior Brother Jie, you..."

Hearing Zhang Jie's address, which didn't even include "Eldest Senior Brother," Song Qingshu's face was extremely ugly.

He had always been proud of his status as the eldest disciple of the third generation of Wudang,

and the third-generation disciples of Wudang had all previously called him "Eldest Senior Brother."

Zhang Jie had intentionally or unintentionally omitted the "Eldest" word today; could it be that he wanted to seize power?

If Zhang Jie knew Song Qingshu's thoughts, he would definitely complain:

If he wanted to seize power, he wouldn't need such a crude strategy.

Not to mention anything else, just based on his real, pot-sized fists,

even if he wanted to be the second-generation leader of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao would happily abdicate and yield the position.

The reason he did this was simply because he found Song Qingshu unpleasant:

Zhou Zhiruo was clearly already his person, yet Song Qingshu was still persistent.

Wasn't this just like Gao Yanei in Water Margin, who continued to harass Lady Zhang even after knowing she was Lin Chong's wife?

It was just that Song Qingshu hadn't laid hands on her, or tried to force himself on her like Gao Yanei,

otherwise, he would have already broken his legs with a stick.

He, Zhang Jie, was not a loser like Lin Chong; he had plenty of strength and means!

In the Myriad Realms, what great power doesn't know that their Zhang Jie is an absolute pure-love war god?

Zhang Jie: Being cuckolded is absolutely impossible, giving away women is absolutely impossible.

Only by finding true love in every world can one maintain the appearance of life.

As for why there is a bit too much true love in some worlds?

For example, in Water Margin, Zhang Jie had already flirted with Li Qingzhao after having Pan Jinlian, making the talented woman insist on marrying no one but him.

Zhang Jie spread his hands: He just wanted to give a warm home to many displaced beauties; what was wrong with that?

If he really had a fault, then the fault might be that he was a bit too loving~

And at this moment, something even more heartbreaking for Song Qingshu happened.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes lit up the moment she saw Zhang Jie,

and she trotted to Zhang Jie's side with lotus steps like a swallow returning to its nest, saying with a beautiful smile:

"Brother Jie, have you finished your business?"

Zhang Jie stretched out his arms, embraced Zhou Zhiruo,

reached out to flick her nose, and answered dotingly:

"Yes, I have."

"You, you!"

Seeing this scene, and seeing Zhou Zhiruo, who was cold as frost in front of him,

but peach-blossom-faced and smiling beautifully in front of Zhang Jie,

Song Qingshu felt as if something in his heart had shattered.

"What 'you' what? Why don't you go back and face the wall to reflect on your mistakes!"

Seeing his son and first disciple, in whom he had placed high hopes, being so pathetic,

Song Yuanqiao shouted, hating that he couldn't turn him into steel.

"I, I..."

As if having received a great blow, Song Qingshu ran out, lost and confused.

That lost and confused back looked just like a defeated dog abandoned by its owner,

and drenched by the rain.

Zhang Jie, meanwhile, was cuddling with Zhou Zhiruo, not even looking at Song Qingshu:

For such a loser, ignoring him was the greatest insult.

and then looked at himself, who was short-statured and a dwarf, the light in his eyes instantly dimmed.

Everything was just Song Qingshu, this lick-dog, being delusional.

Haven't you heard the principle that a lick-dog ends up with nothing?

As a Sigma male, what Zhang Jie wants to warn Song Qingshu is: don't be a lick-dog, be a war wolf~