He saw a few Taoists sitting in the corner, and the one leading them was an old Taoist. He sat there with a dignified air, like a Sect Leader. However, Song Qingshu thought about it for a long time, but he did not expect such a person to exist on Mount Wudang.
Beside him sat a few young Taoists, and the most eye-catching were two of them. Although they had beards on their faces, they were thinner than ordinary men.
"Sissy!"
A word popped into Song Qingshu's mind, but he did not think much about it. After all, these two Taoists looked ordinary. Even if they were women dressed as men, they must not be very good-looking.
Song QingShu could not be bothered to deal with these idle people, but on second thought, Wudang Sect was about to hold the Sect Leader Succession Ceremony, and there was also a Taoist who looked extraordinary appearing here, so it was better to find out more about him.
"Waiter, put the vegetarian food on my tab." Song Qingshu called the waiter. If he wanted to get information, he had to find an opportunity.
The old Taoist was a little surprised, and bowed slightly, "Thank you, young master."
"Are you here to participate in the WuTang Mountain Sect Leader Succession Ceremony?" Song QingShu took the opportunity to ask. In his heart, he felt that this Taoist priest was somewhat familiar.
The old Taoist was a little surprised, but he still answered, "Yes, young master. Why are you here?" He also felt that it was a little strange. The young man in front of him seemed familiar. Had he seen him somewhere before?
Song Qingshu smiled slightly, "I am also here to participate in the Inauguration Ceremony."
The old Taoist looked at him doubtfully, "Strange, Zhenren Zhang did not invite other martial artists this time. He only asked these people from Wudang to be witnesses."
Song Qingshu was stunned. No wonder he did not hear about it. Zhang SanFeng deliberately kept a low profile. But thinking about it, he was now old and did not care about the world. He did not want to have anything to do with the big sects in the martial world. Not to mention that on his 100th birthday, Zhang CuiShan and his wife were forced to death by the six big sects. A happy event became a funeral. He probably did not want to invite other sects to the mountain.
"Daoist priest, are you also from the WuTang branch?" Song Qingshu asked curiously.
Before the old Taoist could answer, a Taoist priest at the side had already proudly introduced, "Of course, our master is the master of Baiyun Temple, one of the five temples of Wudang."
"So it's Daoist Yu Cha. Sorry for not recognizing you." Song Qingshu finally remembered his identity. The WuTang branch had a long history. In recent years, it had spread out and the temples could be said to be all over the world. Among them, the most famous were the Five Temples. The Purple Cloud Palace of Wudang Mountain was the headquarters, which had a high status. There was also the Zhenwu Temple, whose master was Taoist Chong Xu; the Baiyun Temple, whose master was Daoist Yu Cha; Shang Qing Temple, whose master was Taoist Tian Xu. The famous black and white swords in the martial world also came from Shang Qing Temple. The last one was the Jade Clear Temple, whose master was Ma Zhen. The Manchurian master Zhang Zhaozhong was also from this sect.
Li Yuanzhi's master, Lu Feiqing, was also from this sect. Among the five temples, except for the direct descendants of Zhang Sanfeng in the Purple Cloud Palace, the one with the best martial arts was Chong Xu and the Silly Tea Taoist. A few decades ago, Silly Tea Taoist was even more famous. His magic sword was on par with Master Miaodi of Shaolin Temple. However, he basically didn't show up in the martial world these years, so people gradually forgot about his fame.
Song QingShu's heart skipped a beat. Others might not know, but he knew where he had been all these years. Most of the time, he was studying the Supreme Mystery Scripture with Miaodi on the Isle of Heroes. He rarely left the island. Now that he was here, it was most likely the Isle of Heroes' instruction.
Thinking of Jia Shidao behind the Isle of Heroes and the Mansion of Spirits he had heard in Chengdu, Song Qingshu didn't believe that he was just here to watch the ceremony.
However, even if he suspected, he didn't have any evidence. Silly Tea was a highly respected senior in the martial world. Even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't do anything to Silly Tea just because of his words.
"May I know who you are?" Silly Tea couldn't help but ask. He couldn't see through the young man in front of him at all. He was full of flaws, as if he was a playboy who had never practiced martial arts. However, the unique temperament and calmness of the young man couldn't be faked. The two completely different feelings made Silly Tea feel that the young man in front of him was unfathomable.
"I am Song Qingshu," Song Qingshu answered with a smile.
Silly Tea was shocked. He sat up straight and said, "You are the Golden Snake King. My apologies." People in the imperial court usually called him the King of Qi, but people in the martial world still called him the Golden Snake King.
In fact, as one of the five temple masters, he was at the same level as Song Qingshu. In terms of seniority, he was even higher than Song Yuanqiao. As Song Yuanqiao's son, Song Qingshu was definitely his junior.
It was a pity that Song Qingshu had been famous in the martial world for the past two years. He was so famous in the martial world that almost no one dared to call themselves a senior in front of him. Silly Tea naturally wouldn't be arrogant.
Song Qingshu smiled and asked, "When will the ceremony begin?"
Silly Tea replied, "The ceremony will be held tomorrow. I was delayed by some matters so I came a little late. After I finish my meal, I will have to hurry up the mountain. I'm afraid I won't make it in time."
"It's actually tomorrow?" Song Qingshu blushed with shame. He was fooling around with Shen Bijun on the ship and forgot about the sun and moon. Luckily, their fooling around did not affect the speed of the ship. In addition, they had been riding at full speed for the past few days. If something happened, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
The two chatted for a while more. Song Qingshu stood up and returned to his table. Before he left, he looked at the two effeminate Taoists beside Silly Tea and asked, "Did we know each other before?"
One of the Taoists turned his head and ignored him. The other Taoist replied coldly, "What kind of person is Young Master? How could you know us?"
After confirming that he had never heard his voice before, Song Qingshu nodded, "If you don't know us, why did you stare at me?"
"Who stared at you?" The Taoist snorted.
Song Qingshu smiled, "It's best that you didn't. You should focus on cultivation. Don't think about all this nonsense all day. I don't like men." He laughed and returned to Shen Bijun's table.
The Taoist was furious. He wanted to grab the sword next to him and get up but Silly Tea pressed him down with his horsetail whisk, "Don't be impatient."
Only then did the young Daoist sit down resentfully. In the end, he saw the lips of another young Daoist beside him curling up slightly. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. "You're still smiling?"
"I'm not."
"You're obviously smiling!"
…
Shen Bijun couldn't help but whisper to Song Qingshu, "Those Taoists are a little strange."
Song Qingshu felt the same way, "Not only are they strange, they're perverted. Never mind, let's not care about them. Let's finish our meal and continue our journey. "
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