Martial Arts: My Song Qingshu Opening Crime of Pride template

The Wudang Seven Heroes who suddenly backed the pot were also a little confused all of a sudden, and Zhang Cuishan looked at Song Yuanqiao with some resentment in his eyes.

“Senior brother, don’t you wronged us, when you train your own disciples, are you really embarrassed? What exactly is the master and the green book, don’t you have any numbers in your own heart? ”

Being stared at by such resentful eyes, Song Yuanqiao also rubbed his nose a little embarrassed.

“It’s not interesting for you to say that, isn’t it for the good of my disciples…”

Before the words were finished, Zhang Sanfeng’s voice came from outside the door.

“Ahem, it seems that everyone’s enthusiasm for cultivation is 267 very high.”

Behind Zhang Sanfeng came Song Qingshu.

Seeing Song Qingshu, who was famous in World War I, the disciples under Wudang also began to stir.

“Senior brother, you really gave Wudang a long face, and there is still that person in the world who dares to disrespect me Wudang.”

“That’s right, what Shaolin and the like, how to compete with us Wudang in the future, let them not sprinkle water.”

“Hahahaha, with Senior Brother and Master, in the future, our Wudang can really be said to be the first sect in the world.”

Before the disciples were happy, Song Yuanqiao stood up.

“Okay, just said to guard against arrogance and irritability, what does this look like, let’s go back to cultivation, I have something to say with the leader.”

When Song Yuanqiao said this, his face was already blue.

Next, the disciples of Wudang fully expressed what it means for the eldest husband to be able to flex and stretch, and as soon as the words fell, the hall that was still full of people just now was instantly left with only a small group of people on the top floor of Wudang.

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and looked at Song Yuanqiao with a smile.

“Well, Yuanqiao is also becoming more and more in charge, it seems that I can finally retire.”

Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao also looked at Zhang Sanfeng angrily, and the resentment in his tone had even begun to materialize faintly.

“Master, since your eightieth birthday, I (CACG) has begun to be in charge, there was no Qingshu at that time, now you are almost a hundred birthday, in the past twenty years, you have not cared about any sect affairs…”

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand gently, as if he had been dotted dumb, and he couldn’t make any sound in his mouth.

“Hahaha, your senior brother started talking and laughing again, but it seems to be a hundred years old in a few months, lively and lively?”

The Wudang Seven Heroes looked at each other, and their eyes showed a different look.

“Yes, the master is about to turn 100 years old, and we still have such a young talent as Qingshu, so it must be lively and lively now.”

“That’s right, taking this opportunity, we must also let the whole rivers and lakes see, our Wudang is now different.”

Chong Void also nodded slowly, and the void wrote Zhang Sanfeng’s three big characters.

“This invitation, let’s write it again, I have been immersed in calligraphy for many years, and it is time to show it to the world.” (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Song Qingshu looked at Chong Void with some stunnedness, and now Chong Void did not have the low-key appearance of the past.

The whole person exudes a posture of self-respect in heaven and earth.

Zhang Sanfeng was also a little surprised, and waved his hand to erase the words in the air.

“Okay, good, leave it to you, it’s a year old, why is it not stable at all.”

“There should be only three months left.”