Chapter 53

Thus,

Xu Fengnian and Old Huang, under the "coercion" of Jiang Ni,

formed a group of three and set off toward Xueyue City.

On the other side.

On Mount Wudang.

Mist curled, and the forest was dyed in layers.

A snow-white figure stood under the eaves, watching the falling rain, and could not help but sigh.

This person is none other than the Wudang Sect Leader, Zhang Sanfeng!

Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps.

Turning his head, he saw a middle-aged man running over excitedly.

"Master!"

"It is rumored that Mr. Su has fortune-told for the Huashan Sect Leader's wife, Ning Zhongze again!"

"He actually calculated that the Huashan Sect Leader had already castrated himself to practice sword arts, and even the fact that the Huashan Sect's old Sword God, Feng Qingyang, is still alive was calculated!!!"

The middle-aged man speaking was full of excitement,

and although his face was covered in rain, his excitement and enthusiasm were beyond words.

Zhang Sanfeng, after hearing this, was slightly stunned,

then turned around,

swept his horsetail whisk lightly, and said with a smile:

"Liting, you have really worked hard!"

"Since Mr. Su can calculate that Sect Leader Yue castrated himself to practice sword arts, and even that Feng Qingyang is still in the world..."

"It seems this Mr. Su is a person with real ability!"

Yin Liting nodded heavily and smiled deeply:

"Indeed!"

"That is good then; as long as we ask Mr. Su for a divination, wouldn't we be able to get Wuji's whereabouts!"

"Great! Thinking of this, this disciple couldn't sleep at all and came early this morning!"

Zhang Sanfeng, hearing this, felt his eyes moisten a little.

Wuji, originally named Zhang Wuji,

is the son of his fifth disciple, Zhang Cuishan. He was clever and pure-natured since childhood and was deeply loved by Zhang Sanfeng.

But ten years ago, because Zhang Cuishan was close to the Mo Sect's Golden-Haired Lion King, Xie Xun, he was forced onto Wudang by Emei and the other five major sects.

In the end, so as not to implicate Wudang, Zhang Cuishan and his wife committed suicide on the spot, leaving behind only a young child.

The young Zhang Wuji also had a miserable fate; first, he lost his parents, then he was struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm,

and on the way to seek medical treatment, he was abducted by someone and has had no news since.

For so many years, Wudang has mobilized all its strength to search, but the result has been nothing.

Zhang Sanfeng, as a person who practices Dao, should have ended his worldly ties and put it out of his mind,

but thinking of his grand-disciple Wuji, he still could not help but shed old tears.

After all, ten years ago he failed to stop it, and ten years later he lost his grand-disciple; who can understand the remorse in his heart?

Thinking of this, Zhang Sanfeng also swept his horsetail whisk lightly and said to Yin Liting:

"Indeed!"

"Send a reliable disciple to Xueyue City to ask Mr. Su for a divination!"

"If we can successfully find my grand-disciple Wuji, this poor Daoist will be eternally grateful!"

Yin Liting said:

"Then let Qingshu go..."

"He is Wuji's elder brother and also a disciple of our Wudang; it is naturally appropriate for him to handle this matter!"

"Besides, Qingshu is grown up now; it is the perfect time for him to bid farewell to his sect and roam the Jianghu."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and nodded:

"Indeed."

"Tell Qingshu that the Jianghu is not Wudang; he must not think too highly of himself, and in all things, it is still better to be humble."

At the same time,

besides the Beiliang Prince's Mansion and Wudang, sects in other dynasties also took action one after another.

For a time, martial arts people from all over the world flocked to Xueyue City.

Everyone knew very clearly,

whether practicing martial arts or cultivating immortality,

as long as you ask Mr. Su for a divination, you will at least save ten years of detours!

If you happen to run into a lady who wants to remarry, you might even save twenty years of detours!

How could one not join in on such excitement?

PS: This small-time writer continues to beg for flowers and votes... Thank you, big shots! ===== CHAPTER 55 =====