Chapter 155

"Cough, cough."

A cough from behind reached Zhang Zhang Jie's ears.

Yu Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Zhang Songxi, and the others then slowly walked out from behind the main hall:

The matter just now was a private affair between the father and son Song Song Yuanqiao and Song Song Qingshu,

and the senior and junior brothers Zhang Zhang Jie and Song Song Qingshu.

As relatives and elders to both sides, it was truly inappropriate for them to step in;

after all, favoring either side would be bad, and it wasn't appropriate to remain neutral.

Since that was the case, not stepping in was the best choice to avoid embarrassment for everyone.

As the saying goes, if you're not deaf or dumb, don't be the head of the household!

The reason Yu Yu Lianzhou wasn't as anxious as Song Song Yuanqiao was because he had confidence in Zhang Zhang Jie:

His disciple acted openly and honestly, but that didn't prevent him from being full of schemes.

It was always him scheming against others, never the other way around.

One can only say, no one knows a son like his father~

"Master, Grandmaster, Senior Uncles!"

Recognizing that the two coughs came from Yu Yu Lianzhou, Zhou Zhou Zhiruo's cheeks instantly flushed,

and she pulled away from Zhang Zhang Jie's embrace as if electrocuted, bowing gracefully to Yu Yu Lianzhou and the others.

"Zhang Jie'er, I know you and your wife are loving, but you must pay attention to the occasion."

Yu Yu Lianzhou glared at Zhang Zhang Jie, who was either unaware of the gravity of the situation or simply unconstrained, and warned him.

Of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, none were married except for Senior Brother Song Song Yuanqiao and Fifth Junior Brother Zhang Zhang Cuishan.

Sixth Junior Brother Yin Yin Liting did have a marriage contract with Junior Sister Ji Ji Xiaofu of the Mount Emei Sect, and they were at the age to be married.

But for some reason, whenever they talked about letting the two get married,

Abbess Miejue of the Mount Emei Sect would always change the subject and never give a specific time.

They had no choice but to let it drag on.

As for Zhang Master Sanfeng?

Who on Wudang Mountain didn't know that the old man had been pining for the Mount Emei Sect's founder, Guo Xiang,

and had been a pure-yang Daoist for over a hundred years?

According to unreliable sources, the old man could still stand tall every morning!

Zhang Zhang Jie was showing off his affection in front of these single dogs,

directly feeding them a huge mouthful of dog food, filling their cheeks to the brim!

As Zhang Zhang Jie's undisputed master and elder, he didn't mind,

but he couldn't be so frivolous in front of other elders.

Zhang Master Sanfeng, however, didn't mind, and the old Daoist smiled:

"Yu Lianzhou, don't be so serious; young people, isn't it good to be a bit lively?

When I was young, I was even more unrestrained than Ah Zhang Jie and the others!"

Looking at the vibrant Zhang Zhang Jie, he thought of his own running in the sunset; that was his lost youth!

"Yes, Master."

Hearing Zhang Master Sanfeng say this, what else could Yu Yu Lianzhou say?

He had to let the matter pass.

However, he still decided to teach Zhang Zhang Jie a lesson in private, to prevent him from getting carried away.

This Jianghu isn't a place where you can do whatever you want just because your martial arts are high;

top experts overturning in the gutter and being killed by second or third-rate experts,

or even ordinary people, is not unheard of.

To live well and long in this Jianghu, one must learn from Little Zhuge Liang:

Little Zhuge was cautious his whole life and never took risks.

"Ah Zhang Jie, Song Qingshu has done such a pig-and-dog-like thing; I apologize to you on his behalf!

Don't worry, when I go back, I will definitely educate him well so that he never dares to have such thoughts again!"

Song Song Yuanqiao came before Zhang Zhang Jie, bowed deeply, and promised solemnly.

"Senior Uncle, why do you do this?"

Zhang Zhang Jie flashed his figure, avoiding Song Song Yuanqiao's bow.

In all fairness, Song Song Yuanqiao had done a good job as the chief steward of the Wu Dangpai.

Over the years, Zhang Zhang Jie had received no small amount of care and guidance from him,

and this matter was mainly because Song Song Qingshu was blinded by lust and didn't know his own worth.

"If a son is not taught, it is the father's fault; if a teacher is not strict, it is the teacher's laziness.

Since I am both Song Qingshu's father and his teacher,

I have an unshirkable responsibility for him becoming what he is today."

Song Song Yuanqiao insisted on bowing.

Zhang Zhang Songxi and the others did not stop him.

It would have been one thing if Song Song Qingshu had just been arrogant in the past, but today's matter was too much.

To put it nicely, it was "a fair lady is a good match for a gentleman";

to put it bluntly, Song Song Qingshu was trying to harass Zhou Zhou Zhiruo.

This had greatly exceeded what a Wudang disciple should do.

Their Wudang was a famous orthodox sect, not some side-door, left-handed path.

Finally, Zhang Master Sanfeng set the tone:

"Song Yuanqiao, you should manage Song Qingshu well from now on.

As for other Wudang matters, let Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and the others share some of the burden."

Song Song Yuanqiao was silent upon hearing this; Zhang Master Sanfeng had directly stripped him of his position as the acting leader of Wudang!

However, in the end, he responded: "Yes, Master."

Zhang Master Sanfeng was his master; he could not disobey his master's words.

At the same time, he was also reflecting on whether there was something wrong with his way of managing Wudang.

Otherwise, how could Song Song Qingshu, whom he had always taught, become so pathetic?

They say a son is like his father, but why didn't he see a shadow of himself in Song Song Qingshu?

"Master, Senior Brother is venerable and respected, and manages affairs in an orderly manner; we fear we won't be able to do it!"

Yu Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Zhang Songxi hurriedly refused.

Zhang Master Sanfeng twisted his beard, blowing his beard and staring:

"What are you afraid of? Isn't there still me, the old Daoist?

If nothing else, I can still live for another dozen years!"

"Grandmaster is mighty and domineering!"

Zhang Zhang Jie secretly gave a thumbs up to the decisive Zhang Master Sanfeng.

Only such determination could build such a large foundation for Wudang in the chaotic world.

No one would think that the food, clothing, and housing for these hundreds of Wudang disciples were donated by charity, right?

No one would think that those mountain bandits and road bullies were so respectful

as not to rob the merchant caravans and escort agencies protected by Wudang, right?

If Zhang Master Sanfeng had been as gentle to the point of weakness as Zhang Zhang Wuji,

perhaps there would be no Wudang in the Jianghu today.

After all, Zhang Zhang Wuji was someone who could abandon the throne within his reach

and take Zhao Min to Ice Fire Island to live in seclusion.

Of course, if you are not a fish, how do you know the joy of a fish?

Zhang Zhang Wuji's choice was his own business; there was no need to criticize it.

But the only thing that is certain is that Zhang Zhang Wuji was not suitable to be the helmsman of a large force.

A helmsman of a large force can be cruel, can be serious, but he cannot be weak!

"Grandmaster is still vigorous in his old age!"

At the same time, Zhang Zhang Jie also praised the old Daoist's longevity.

According to his observation, the old Daoist didn't just have "a dozen years" left to live.

With his vitality, which was now even more vigorous than that of an ordinary middle-aged man,

he could live for at least another half a cycle, which is thirty years!

The year Zhang Zhang Cuishan brought Zhang Zhang Wuji back, Zhang Master Sanfeng was exactly one hundred years old.

Now he is nearly one hundred and ten; add another thirty years,

as long as there are no major accidents, such as the sneak attack and serious injury by the experts of Prince Prince Ruyang's mansion in the original work,

damaging his vitality, he could live to at least one hundred and forty.

If he works a little harder, one hundred and fifty is not an extravagant hope!

In an era where the average lifespan of a first-rate expert is 60 or 70 years,

Zhang Master Sanfeng being able to live to one hundred and fifty is simply jaw-dropping.

It's no wonder some people say Zhang Master Sanfeng has reached the realm of a land immortal who dwells in the world forever!

Even hundreds of years later, some people firmly believe Zhang Master Sanfeng is still alive, experiencing the endless red dust in the Jianghu,

such as the Emperor Jiajing Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, who boasted of being the Emperor of Longevity, the Emperor of Loyalty and Filial Piety, and the True Lord of Flying Origin.

Dragon Chair: My load-bearing area is limited; I can't seat so many people~

"This... disciple obeys."

Since Zhang Master Sanfeng had spoken to this extent, Yu Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Zhang Songxi had no choice but to bow and obey.

"Go, go.

Today we still have to welcome Ah Zhang Jie, Zhang Wuji, and Miss Zhou Zhiruo!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat heavy, Yin Yin Liting brought up a lighthearted topic.

"Yes, yes!"

Mo Mo Shenggu echoed repeatedly.

"Then let's go."

Yu Yu Lianzhou and the others also smiled at each other, temporarily forgetting what had just happened.

"Hiccup, I, I can still drink!"

In the evening, at the banquet to welcome Zhang Zhang Jie and the others,

Mo Mo Shenggu hiccuped and said incoherently.

"Snore, snore!"

The next second, he slumped onto the table and fell asleep, snoring like thunder.

"Little weakling!"

Zhang Zhang Jie gave a look of disdain to another challenger who had overestimated his own strength.

"Yin Liting, send your Seventh Junior Brother back."

Zhang Master Sanfeng, sitting at the head, didn't mind Mo Mo Shenggu's drunken performance and smiled.

Zhang Zhang Jie, who had lived on Wudang for many years, was already accustomed to this:

Although the Wu Dangpai founded by Zhang Master Sanfeng theoretically belonged to the Quanzhen Sect, which strictly forbade alcohol,

the precepts were loose, allowing moderate drinking and even viewing alcohol as one of the tools for cultivation.

Zhang Master Sanfeng himself had a habit of drinking and created the concept of "seeking the Dao in wine."

Of course, not strictly forbidding alcohol didn't mean disciples could drink excessively.

Wudang naturally had corresponding sect rules waiting for those who drank excessively.

Mo Mo Shenggu wasn't like this in the past; today he was just too excited to see Zhang Zhang Jie and Zhang Zhang Wuji.

And he was just drunk, not acting crazy, such as hitting people or destroying property.

Like Lu Lu Zhishen in Water Margin smashing the statues of the Heavenly King and Bodhisattva after getting drunk, that would not be something easily forgiven.

"Ah Zhang Jie, want to walk with the old Daoist?"

After the banquet, Zhang Master Sanfeng invited Zhang Zhang Jie.

"This grand-disciple also has many questions he wants to ask Grandmaster."

Zhang Zhang Jie gladly agreed.

The grandfather and grandson walked toward the back mountain of Mount Wudang.

The moonlight tonight was not very bright; although it wasn't pitch black,

it was difficult for ordinary people to walk, and they would have to light lanterns or torches.

However, for Zhang Zhang Jie and Zhang Master Sanfeng, this was not a matter of importance.

With martial arts at their level, they could already see in the dark as if it were day.

When they reached a large blue stone that looked like a blue ox lying down,

Zhang Master Sanfeng stopped and sat cross-legged on it.

The moment he sat down, the old Daoist merged with the blue stone.

It was as if there were no Daoist named Zhang Master Sanfeng, only a statue of someone riding a blue ox.

Harmonizing with the light, merging with the dust—it was nothing more than this.

"Drunken Immortal, Drunken Immortal, lying high on the stone root, forgetting the years.

The three lights sink, the nature is complete, the slovenly Daoist Zhang Xiao Fengxian!"

Looking at the old Daoist's appearance of unity between heaven and man, this poem couldn't help but emerge in Zhang Zhang Jie's heart.

If there really were immortals, this is probably what Zhang Master Sanfeng would look like!

"Sit."

Zhang Master Sanfeng pointed to another blue stone nearby.

"Thank you, Grandmaster."

Zhang Zhang Jie didn't stand on ceremony, jumped onto the blue stone, and sat cross-legged.