The chaos in the Wudang Hall lasted for a stick of incense.

It was not until Song Yuanqiao returned that Lan Li's uncles and uncles stopped the chaotic dispute.

Song Yuanqiao walked into the hall.

The crowd spontaneously made way for him.

Song Yuanqiao, who was nearly sixty years old, frowned.

"Why are you all back? Don't you care about the matter at the foot of the mountain?"

"this...."

"Senior brother, what did the master say? Will he go down the mountain this time?"

"Senior brother, please give us a sure letter."

"Yes, senior brother of the sect, if the master doesn't go down the mountain this time, our Wudang will be over."

"That child Qingshu..."

Lan Li was dizzy when he heard the messy voice.

It is said that three women are just a group of ducks. In fact, as long as there are too many people talking, the situation between men and women is not much worse.

But wasn’t the person recalled by Song Yuanqiao?

Why does he still ask this?

Confused, Lan Li secretly looked at her master.

What I saw was the stern expression of the master.

Seeing this, Lan Li closed her mouth obediently.

Well, in the entire Zhenwu Palace, he is only one of three generations of disciples.

When others discussed it, he really didn't have the same amount as he was talking.

Lanli has already started to play soybean mode.

On the other side, Song Yuanqiao's face turned red after hearing what his junior brothers said:

"Nothing! What are you doing?

How can you decide the survival of Wudang?”

"Senior brother, but I am the third generation of Wudang..."

Seeing Song Yuanqiao get angry, the quarrels in the crowd are reduced.

But someone said unwillingly:

"Master, he has been on the golden top for decades. Now, Wudang is at a time of ups and downs. If he doesn't leave the mountain..."

What the hell?

How did things start to change in the direction of urinating?

After hearing this, Uncle Master, who had never seen him, Lan Li's heart sank.

He vaguely felt that the situation seemed to be different from what he imagined.

really!

Next, Song Yuanqiao said coldly:

"Master, of course, has his own thoughts on his work. You can do whatever you should do.

Do your own thing.

Before my Wudang could be reduced to the point where I was a great fight to summon my disciples because a group of three generations of disciples were captured!”

After saying this, Song Yuanqiao turned around and left.

I ignored the shouts of the junior brothers behind me.

It can be seen that Master Song was a little angry.

Results that can be left...

A mess.

This made Lan Li couldn't help but complain in her heart.

‘I don’t blame the master for saying that the master is not capable. This is really a irresponsible fool...’

Of course, he would definitely not say this sentence.

It’s a sin of disrespect to think about it in my heart.

As soon as Song Yuanqiao left.

The quarrel in the Zhenwu Hall rang again.

This time, Lan Li focused on the second-generation disciples who caused trouble.

I found that they were all real faces who had never appeared in Wudang for a long time.

After realizing this, Lan Li turned to look at his master.

"Master, Master, just leave like that?"

"Yes, I'm leaving..."

"Will the master come forward?"

"I think... Isn't it?"

Yu Daiyan looked dazed.

Yu Daiyan has been a disciple by Zhang Sanfeng for more than 30 years.

Over the years, Yu Daiyan discovered that he had never understood the ideas of his master.

Is a real immortal on land?

Living gods walking in the world?

Why did he feel that his master has become a statue of a mud wood god who is not moved by emotions?

Lan Li didn't understand the meaning of Song Yuanqiao's actions, but Yu Daiyan had known Song Yuanqiao for more than 30 years, so how could he not understand the meaning of Song Yuanqiao?

He is angry!

Be angry with Zhang Sanfeng!

I was so angry that Zhang Sanfeng ignored him, and even more angry that Zhang Sanfeng ignored his disciples and his disciples' lives...

"If the head master doesn't say, will we organize people to go to Chang'an to save people, and who should we let?"

“Let’s talk about it….”

Take off from the trance expression.

Facing his most proud disciple, Yu Daiyan suddenly spoke earnestly:

"Bright moon, you must remember that when you walk under the mountain in the future, you must not act on your master's name.

Otherwise, you will suffer a lot."

"Well....."

Lan Li's face was confused when she heard this.

Why did the topic get caught on him?

Since there is no fixed number of things.

The crowd gathered in the Zhenwu Hall soon dispersed.

Following Yu Daiyan out of the hall, Lan Li felt inexplicably.

This time, something happened in Wudang seemed to expose the fatigue of the "Wudang" as the most powerful sect in the world.

The contemporary leader lacks the ability.

As the best master in the world, he is not enough to become a reliance on Wudang.

So much so that the disciples of the disciples were tied up by the Mongols, and even the second-generation elites of Wudang Mountain could not come up with an idea.

This made Lan Li feel a little disappointed.

He thought that because of this storm, Wudang would be able to rise once.

The head of the sect has issued the order to convene.

Who would have thought that there was a big start and a bad start?

Sitting in Yu Daiyan's courtyard for a while.

I chatted with my master's wife for a while.

When Song Renjia returned when he was out, Lan Li offered to say goodbye.
To be continued...