Chapter 98

"The ancients said that a proud army will be defeated; one must be careful!"

Speaking of this, Wang Wang Yuyan paused and continued:

"If Young Master Song cannot change this arrogant personality, I fear his martial cultivation will be limited in the end!"

"You must know that Zhang Zhang Sanfeng is an old immortal who has entered the divine realm, but his disciples are weaker than the previous generation; I don't know what the old man would think?"

On the other side,

Yao Yao Yue on the balcony was looking at Su Hang with love.

Seeing Song Song Qingshu’s arrogant appearance, anger could not help but rise from her heart:

"Profligate son!"

"If this person becomes the Mount Wudang sect leader, that would be the misfortune of the sect!"

Lian Xing nodded and said softly:

"That is true..."

"But noble sons are mostly like this; I’ve long been used to it."

"Song Song Yuanqiao refuses to discipline his own son; in this vast Jianghu, naturally, someone will take action to help him educate his son!"

On the other side.

Wan Wan, seeing this, said with disdain:

"This guy, as soon as he comes up, he stares at Palace Master Yao Yao Yue; could it be that he has taken a fancy to her?"

"Does he know that Palace Master Yao Yao Yue is now Mr. Su’s person!"

And Guo Xiang, seeing this scene, said with disgust:

"This is Song Song Qingshu?"

"Hideous face! Hate him to death!"

Thinking of her father Guo Jing, who always mentioned Young Master Song of the Mount Wudang sect in her ear, and even had a hint of wanting to match them.

After all, in Guo Jing’s view, if Peach Blossom Island could join forces with the Mount Wudang sect, it would have endless benefits for both sides.

But now, this so-called Young Master Song disappointed Guo Xiang greatly.

He looks average, his martial arts are average, but he feels extremely good about himself.

Guo Xiang had never met someone so full of himself!

She had heard her mother say before that in the Great Song Jianghu back then, there was a guy named Ouyang Ke who was quite similar to him.

Thinking of this, Guo Xiang cursed secretly:

"Zhang Zhang Sanfeng taught such a grand-disciple,"

"The future days of the Mount Wudang sect are going to be difficult!"

At this moment,

Su Hang looked at Song Song Qingshu before him and said:

"I don't know what Young Master Song wants to calculate by coming from afar?"

Hearing the words [Young Master Song], Song Song Qingshu looked unhappy.

In his view,

By now, who in this Jianghu doesn't know his reputation as the Young Sect Leader?

This fortune-teller is clearly doing it on purpose.

Thinking of this, Song Song Qingshu snorted and said heavily:

"I am here on the orders of my sect to calculate the fortune for my junior brother Zhang Zhang Wuji!"

"I ask Mr. Su to use the power of heavenly calculation to calculate where my junior brother Zhang Zhang Wuji is now?"

"My grandmaster said that as long as Mr. Su can calculate the whereabouts of my junior brother Zhang Zhang Wuji, he will definitely come to thank you in person!"

Song Song Qingshu said these words reluctantly.

The resistance and disgust on his face were visible to the naked eye!

Anyone could see his unwillingness.

After all, if this unlucky junior brother couldn't be found, it would be better; this way, no one would compete with him for Mount Wudang.

It would be best if he, like his parents, ascended to the extreme bliss early; that might not be a bad thing.

Moreover, Song Song Qingshu remembered that Zhang Zhang Wuji had been hit by a Xuanming Palm back then.

This Xuanming Palm is extremely poisonous and basically incurable.

Without the blessing of Zhang Zhang Sanfeng’s internal power, he absolutely could not have lived past sixteen.

Now ten years have passed, I fear he has long since cooled down!

But if this unlucky junior brother is not dead yet,

If the fortune-teller before him calculates his location and guides Mount Wudang to find him, that would be a big problem.

Although it is unlikely he will compete with him for the position of Mount Wudang sect leader, he is still Zhang Zhang Sanfeng’s grand-disciple and the son of Zhang Wuxia Zhang Zhang Cuishan.

Whether out of concern or guilt, Zhang Zhang Sanfeng would definitely share a portion of resources with him.

You must know that those precious pills were originally prepared for himself!

Just because such an unlucky junior brother suddenly fell from the sky, does he have to hand over these resources?

No! This is absolutely impossible!

However, although Song Song Qingshu was ten thousand times unwilling, he did not dare to disobey the sect’s orders.

After seeing Su Hang, he had to say what the sect had explained one by one.

It was just that he was deliberately arrogant, wanting to use this to anger Mr. Su.

It would be best if Mr. Su was angered and directly refused to calculate; that would be the best!

But Su Hang’s performance next shocked Song Song Qingshu.

Su Hang didn't care at all about Song Song Qingshu’s arrogance.

He changed the subject and continued:

"Congratulations, Young Master Song, your junior brother is now in White Ape Valley."

Song Song Qingshu was shocked upon hearing this,

Then the veins on his forehead bulged, and he said:

"Ah!! He is not dead yet?"

Su Hang nodded and said:

"Indeed, your junior brother is still alive; he is just trapped in White Ape Valley, and the valley is blocked by giant rocks, so he cannot get out."

"This place is quiet and picturesque, with birds singing, and fresh fruits hanging on branches, like a cave of blessed land."

"What is called a fairyland on earth, a paradise, is nothing more than this."

Su Hang said this, but Song Song Qingshu was in a dilemma.

He never expected that Zhang Zhang Wuji, this kid, would have such a long life.

He was hit by the Xuanming Palm back then and fell down the mountain valley, not only did he not die, but he lived quite comfortably?

Thinking of this, Song Song Qingshu already felt uncomfortable in his heart!

So he paused and asked again:

"I don't know what his situation is now?"

"I heard back then that my junior brother had a dispute with someone on the way back and finally fell down the mountain valley?"

"He shouldn't... have any disabilities, right?"

In Song Song Qingshu’s view, it would be best if his precious junior brother had some disability.

It would be best if he were like his third junior uncle, getting some kind of hemiplegia.

This way, even if his grandmaster sends someone to chisel open the valley later and takes him back, he would just be a disabled person.

And a disabled person could not possibly practice martial arts, let alone pose any threat to his position as sect leader!

After all, Mount Wudang’s pills and resources are not picked up for free.

Even if his grandmaster is reluctant to part with his grand-disciple and wants to make up for the losses of these years, he cannot share these precious things with a disabled person, right?

Hearing this,

Lian Xing shook her head and said with a look of doubt: