Chapter 5: A War of Words Among Heroes

  Zhang Cuishan took a step forward, cupped his hands and was about to speak.

  "Uncle Wu, wait."

  Just then a slightly childish voice rang out, interrupting what Zhang Cuishan was about to say.

  Everyone looked over and saw that it was Song Qingchu who had been standing beside Zhang Sanfeng all along.

  Song Yuanqiao's face changed, and he didn't expect Song Qing to interrupt Zhang Cuishan in front of so many people. He was both angry and anxious, and shouted, "You rebellious son, shut up! What right do you have to speak here? You should apologize to your Fifth Master!"

  Song Qing didn't respond to him, but instead looked at Zhang Cuishan with her eyes. Zhang Cuishan was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand and smiled as if nothing had happened, "Nothing's wrong, Qing. What's up? Do you have something to say?"

  "Wu Shi Shu, can I have a word with Kong Wen Da Shi first?" Song Qing Shu nodded.

  "Rebellious child, how dare you." Song Yuanqiao did not expect that his usually timid son, Song Qingchu, would ignore him repeatedly today, losing face for Wudang in front of so many people.

  "Kongwen Dashi is one of the top Taoist priests in the Jianghu, I suppose he won't mind a junior like me asking for his guidance." Song Qingchu really couldn't understand why Song Yuqiao had such a big prejudice against him and coldly responded with a sentence.

  "Song Yuanqiao didn't expect that Song Qingchu would not only ignore his existence, but also dare to talk back. He took a step forward, wanting to teach Song Qingchu a lesson."

  At this time, Zhang Songxi pulled Song Yuanqiao and said, "In that case, Qing Shu will soon ask for advice."

  "Junior brother, you..." Song Yuanqiao didn't expect his normally steady junior brother to be acting so recklessly today, and was left speechless for a moment.

  Zhang Songxi was puzzled and shook his head at Song Yuqiao. In fact, as soon as Song Qingchu arrived at the Purple Mist Palace today, Zhang Songxi discovered that he was different from others. Although Song Qingchu was excellent in the past, he was very afraid of Song Yuqiao. If it were in the past, Song Qingchu would have been too scared to speak after being scolded by Song Yuqiao, but today he faced him calmly. This caught Zhang Songxi's attention. Later, Zhang Songxi noticed that Song Qingchu's expression was very calm, facing so many heroes of the Jianghu, while others were cautious, even Zhang Wuji had run out at some point, but Song Qingchu stayed by Zhang Sanfeng's side all along, which made Zhang Songxi wonder.

  Although it is not clear now why Song Qing Shu did this, Zhang Song Xi can be sure that he must have his reasons, rather than the nonsense said by Song Yuan Qiao. From this, it can be seen that Song Yuan Qiao's understanding of Song Qing Shu is far from enough.

  "Yes, Master." Song Qing Shu returned a courtesy to Zhang Song Xi, then turned around and bowed to Kong Wen Da Shi, "Master Kong Wen, I am being presumptuous in asking for guidance. If there is anything improper, please forgive me."

  "Amitabha!" Kongwen Dashi raised an eyebrow, "No need to be polite, young donor, speak your mind and I will listen without reservation."

  "So, thank you Master." Song Qing Shu bowed again and got straight to the point, asking, "Master said that my Fifth Uncle killed 71 people from the Dragon Gate Escort Agency of the Shaolin Sect, and also killed six Shaolin monks. Is there any evidence for these 77 lives?"

  "Of course." Kong Wen Master nodded to Kong Zhi Master, who understood and waved his left hand. Three middle-aged monks walked out from behind him, each with a blind right eye - the Shaolin monks Yuan Xin, Yuan Yin, and Yuan Ye, who had been blinded by Yin Susu's silver needle on the west bank of West Lake in Lin'an Prefecture.

  "These three saw Zhang Wuxia kill one of my disciples with their own eyes."

  "Is the Master certain that Fifth Uncle killed the people of Dragon Gate Escort Agency just because of this?" Song Qing Shu asked carefully to Kong Wen Master, ignoring the cold smile from Kong Zhi Master.

  "I am a Shaolin monk, an ascetic. How could I speak deceitfully?" Kong Wen Master waved his hand to stop Kong Zhi Master who was about to speak and said calmly.

  "You Shaolin disciples won't speak deceitfully, but we Wudang disciples will turn black and white upside down?" Song Qing Shu sneered.

  "Kong Zhi pointed at Song Qing Shu and was speechless for a moment."

  "Alright, now is not the time to talk about that." Song Qing Shu waved his hand, but instead of dropping the subject, he continued to ask, "I wonder what Kong Wen Da Shi thinks about my master Yu Dai Yan being injured by Shaolin's Dah Lieh Jin Gang finger?"

  "This is not what my Shaolin disciples are capable of." Kong Wen Master was at a loss for words, and after a long time, he managed to squeeze out one sentence.

  "But the Dahlik Golden Finger is one of the 72 ultimate skills of Shaolin, it's a secret that's not passed down, except for Shaolin, who else would know?" Song Qing Shu muttered to himself with feigned puzzlement.

  "Yes! Besides Shaolin, no one else can use the Golden Finger Technique. It must be someone from Shaolin who injured Yu Sanxiao."

  "Not bad, apart from this, there's no one else."

  "It must be so, Zhang Cuishan killed the people of Longmen Escort Agency, and the monks of Shaolin Temple avenged and injured Yu Daoyan."

  "En, you li you li."

  ......

  The Shaolin monks are now at a loss, embarrassed beyond measure.

  It was heard that the situation was getting more and more intense, so he had to say: "Good, good! The Golden Finger Force of our school has been practiced by only three people, including my master and brothers. However, these three seniors have not left the Shaolin Temple for 30 or 40 years, how can they hurt Yu Sanxiang?"

  "Oh, my fifth uncle was injured by the powerful Golden Finger, but it wasn't the hand of Shaolin Temple. Instead, people from Longmen Escort Agency died at the hands of my fifth uncle, and it was witnessed by Shaolin disciples themselves." Song Qing Shu shook his head, sighing repeatedly, "In that case, how can Master be trusted?"

  Kongyu Master was indeed well-cultivated, although he heard that Song Qing was making a veiled criticism, he didn't get angry and only said: "If the young donor doesn't believe in my words, then there's nothing I can do."

  "Oh, in the eyes of a master, regardless of whether my fifth uncle was injured by your Shaolin hands or not, but I'm sure that my fifth uncle killed the person from the Dragon Gate Escort Agency?" Song Qing suddenly raised his voice, "Originally, my Taishifu often told me that Shaolin monks are all empty, clear and distinct in their judgment of right and wrong, and are the embodiment of justice in the Jianghu. Who would have thought that today you would turn black and white upside down for personal gain, using strong words to seize reason?"

  Song Qingxue didn't wait for the Shaolin monks to refute, and said, "The Jianghu people call Shaolin and Wudang the North Dipper of Mount Tai, hoping that Shaolin and Wudang will uphold justice in the Jianghu. Who would have thought that Shaolin is eliminating dissenting voices for personal gain, wanting to dominate the Jianghu alone? Even so, there's nothing more to say, Shaolin is the number one temple under heaven, and my Wudang isn't easy to bully either. Let's all perish together, and when the time comes, let the Ming Cult reap the benefits of our struggle."

  As soon as Song Qing's words were finished, all the heroes in the Purple Mansion suddenly changed color and discussed it in an uproar.

  Kongzhi Master saw this and angrily shouted, "You little brat, how dare you!"

  "Hmph, Kongzhi Master becomes a Buddha with one thought and a demon with one face. Be careful not to fall into the Avici Hell after death." Song Qingchu didn't have a good impression of this self-righteous old monk, so he didn't give him a good face either.