Xuan Cheng glared at him furiously. "Mister Song, so many people outside saw me breaking the exquisite chess game, so how could it be fake?" Earlier on, Ou Yangming had evoked the fear of the 10,000 Ancestral Swords, so he was no longer as arrogant as before. Even though he was furious, he dared not curse anymore.
Song Qingshu noted, "Your Excellency, I've witnessed your intelligence, and I'm sure that you can't break the exquisite chess game."
"You!" Xuan Cheng flushed, and he wanted to jump up and tear Wu Yazhi apart. Unfortunately, he was too shocked during their last fight, and he had not fully recovered yet. If he acted rashly, he would only die. His life was not a big deal, but the temple's plan was a big deal.
"This young master is …?" Wu Yazi could not help but look at Song Qingshu. Seeing how Xuan Cheng, who had great martial arts and a high status in the Shaolin temple, dared not retort to a young man, he became extremely curious about the young man's identity.
Looking at his handsome appearance, and the most important thing was that he had a calm temperament as he stood there, he secretly praised in his heart, "This kind of person is the best candidate for the successor of the Xiaoyao Sect. It's a pity that he didn't break the exquisite chess game …"
"I'm Song Qingshu. Greetings, Senior Wu Yazi." Song Qingshu bowed. Whether it was because of his age or his relationship with Li Qingluo, he deserved the greeting.
"Oh, you're the Golden Snake King who's been famous these years." Wu Yazi was rather surprised too. He had been looking for a successor to take revenge on Ding Chunqiu all these years, so he naturally paid attention to young talents in the martial arts world. For example, Qiao Feng was one of the candidates he was looking for. Unfortunately, he did not come to the exquisite chess game this time. "Sure enough, heroes come from young."
"You're … Wu Yazi?" At this moment, the people outside slowly entered. Ku Rong was overjoyed when he saw the situation inside.
"Master Kurong, I haven't seen you for many years, but you're still as elegant as ever." Wu Yazi smiled. He used to be good friends with Ku Rong, and in the original work, he even asked if Master Kurong came to the exquisite chess game.
"You're …" Ku Rong was shocked when he saw the rope that was tied around Wu Yazi's body and that he was paralyzed.
"It's unfortunate that a traitorous disciple appeared in our sect." Wu Ya Zi sighed faintly and stopped explaining. He did not want to talk about the sect's scandals in front of so many outsiders.
"Master!" Su Xing He and the rest also squeezed in, unable to hold back their sobs.
"Huh? Why are you injured?" Wu Yazi was in seclusion in the innermost chamber, waiting for the selected disciples to come in. Therefore, he didn't notice what was happening outside.
"He was injured by the Mongolians. That Jinlun Fawang is so strong." After Su Xinghe explained, he suddenly saw Song Qingshu and the others and hurriedly said, "Master, they're the ones who came to cause trouble." He then explained what had just happened.
"Oh?" Wu Ya Zi's expression changed, but he didn't respond immediately.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but shake his head. "Senior, you've found such a muddle-headed disciple who can't tell right from wrong. No wonder you haven't been able to take revenge after so many years."
Su Xinghe was angry. "Song Qingshu, all the heroes in the world are here today. Justice is in everyone's heart. Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you're good at martial arts."
Song QingShu sighed. "I'm clearly trying to save your master's life, but you keep stopping me. Instead, you're helping the person who wants to kill your master. You've really wasted your years."
"You!" Hearing this, Su Xinghe couldn't help but bristle with anger. But he respected his master the most, so he was a little hesitant when he heard that someone wanted to kill his master.
"Amitabha!" Xuan Ci stood out. "Almsgiver Song, please don't talk nonsense. Who wants to kill Senior Wu Ya Zi?" The seniority in Shaolin Temple was divided into Ling, Xuan, Hui, and Xu. Wu Ya Zi was of the same generation as the abbot of the Ling Sect, so he was naturally his senior.
Song QingShu smiled. "Whoever can't hold it in anymore will be the one who jumps out."
The people of Shaolin Temple were furious. Reverend Yideng couldn't help but say, "Almsgiver Song, Shaolin Temple is, after all, the most powerful temple in the martial arts world. If there's no solid evidence, I'm afraid that such an accusation will be hard to convince."
Reverend Yideng was a man of virtue and prestige. Hearing his words, the people around him all nodded.
Song Qingshu also respected Reverend Yideng, so he said to Wu Ya Zi, "If I'm right, I'm afraid that the reason you asked your disciple to set up the Exquisite Chess Game this time is to choose a last disciple to take revenge for you."
Wu Ya Zi was stunned. "That's right."
"Revenge?" Ku Rong glanced at his hands and feet. "Is it Ding Chunqiu?"
Wu Ya Zi's face darkened. He was an extremely arrogant man, and it was already a lifelong shame for him to be plotted against by his own disciple. Now that so many people in the martial arts world knew about it, it was even more embarrassing.
Song Qingshu had roughly guessed what he was thinking. Knowing that it would be difficult for him to admit it, he said for him, "Back then, Senior Wu Ya Zi knew that Ding Chunqiu was not a good person, so he didn't teach him the profound martial arts of our sect. But Ding Chunqiu hated him, so he took the opportunity to plot against Senior Wu Ya Zi and knocked him off the cliff. Although Senior Wu Ya Zi survived, he was seriously injured and his limbs were broken. He couldn't take revenge by himself, so he planned to choose a last disciple to teach him the martial arts of our sect and clean up the sect for him. "
Wu Ya Zi sighed, obviously full of helplessness.
"I see." Reverend Yideng nodded. "But why did you say that someone wanted to kill him?"
Song Qingshu said with a smile, "Ding Chunqiu is a famous devil among the evil sects. Who here can guarantee that they can kill him?"
They looked at each other with hesitation. Reverend Yideng replied, "If we were to talk about martial arts, I am confident that I can defeat Ding Chunqiu. But he also has a world-famous poison skill. If we were to fight to the death, I am not confident that I can kill him."
"Reverend, you're a kind man. I'm afraid you won't kill him even if you have the chance." Song Qingshu complimented him and then said to the others, "Even someone like you, one of the Five Greats of the Central Plains, can't guarantee that you can kill Ding Chunqiu. Let me ask you, Senior Wu Ya Zi's new last disciple. How can he be sure that he can kill Ding Chunqiu?"
The group nodded. Even if the martial arts of Wu Ya Zi's sect were amazing, no disciple would be able to kill Ding Chunqiu in less than twenty or thirty years. But if that happened, Ding Chunqiu might have died of old age. How could he take revenge then? Wu Ya Zi must have thought about this.
Seeing that it was about time, Song Qingshu said, "Senior Wu Ya Zi has been planning to clean up the sect for decades. It's impossible that he didn't think about this. The reason why he still wants to choose a last disciple is that he plans to transfer all his power to that last disciple through enlightenment. In this way, the last disciple will be able to learn martial arts with half the effort and get revenge in a very short time."
"Wu Ya Zi, you're crazy! If you transfer the inner force of the Northern Underworld Divine Skill to someone else, you'll die!" At this time, the two women who were fighting on the other side heard his words. They stopped and looked at Wu Ya Zi anxiously.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
