Chapter Thirty-Four: Return to Wudang

  The next day, Zhang Sanfeng took Song Qingxue and Zhou Zhiruo with him to bid farewell to Zhang Wuji and Chang Yuchun. Zhang Wuji regarded Zhang Sanfeng as his own grandfather, and seeing him leave suddenly, he couldn't help but burst into tears. Zhang Sanfeng said warmly: "Wuji, after you recover from your illness, Big Brother Chang will take you back to Wudang Mountain. Good child, we'll be apart for a few months, don't be sad." Zhang Wuji was unable to move his hands or feet, and his tears continued to flow down.

  Song Qingxue watched from the side, feeling heartbroken, but knowing that Zhang Wuji's journey, although fraught with difficulties, was also filled with great opportunities. Not only did he learn the medical skills of Hu Qingniu, the Butterfly Valley Medical Sage, and the poisonous techniques of Wang Nangu, but he also learned the long-lost Nine Yang True Classic, a legendary skill that had been lost for centuries. He cured his own cold poison and mastered an unparalleled technique that would allow him to roam the world unchallenged.

  Just walk up and touch Zhang Wuji's head, saying, "Wuji, don't be sad. When you go to Butterfly Valley, you must listen to Da Ge's words and cooperate with the doctor for treatment. Shixiong will also come to see you when he has time."

  Zhang Wuji looked at Song Qingxue and nodded, then closed his eyes and didn't want to open them again. Tears flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably.

  At this time, Zhou Zhiruo walked up and took out a small handkerchief from her bosom to wipe away his tears. She smiled slightly at him and put the handkerchief into his collar, saying, "Young Master shouldn't be sad, Father often teaches me to be strong, Young Master being a man should also be like this."

  Zhang Wuji heard Zhou Zhiruo's words and thought that he had just died his father, but not like himself seeking death, as a senior should set an example, so he collected the sorrow in his heart, opened his eyes, and nodded.

  At the moment, Chun hired a boat from Jiang to Hankou, and then changed to a Yangtze River boat, going downstream along the river. The Butterfly Valley where Hu Qingniu, the medical immortal, lived in seclusion was located on the north bank of Feishan Lake in Anhui Province. From Hankou to Jiujiang, the Yangtze River flows southeast, and after passing Jiujiang, it turns northeast into Anhui territory.

  On the shore, Zhang Sanfeng, Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo watched as the lone sail disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a trail of tears that seemed to be left by Zhang Wuji.

  "All right, we should also go to Wudang." After a long time, Zhang Sanfeng came back to his senses and said to Song Qingchu beside him.

  "What Master Taishifu said is absolutely right." Song Qingchu nodded, and then looked at Zhang Sanfeng with some shyness, "I have a request to make of my master."

  Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but smile as he looked at Song Qingshu's calm face, and the sadness of Zhang Wuji's departure was somewhat alleviated. He laughed and said, "You little monkey, you're already a model for others, yet you still behave like this, aren't you afraid that Yifei will laugh at you?"

  "He dares." Song Qing Shu pretended to be stern and swept Zhou Zhi Ruo with a glance, saying lightly while winking his eyes.

  Zhou Zhiruo was also a clever person. Upon hearing this, she immediately pretended to be afraid and said with downcast eyes, "The disciple dare not."

  Although Zhang Sanfeng saw Song Qingchu's little movement, he knew it was Song Qingchu's kindness to make himself happy, so he smiled and said, "What can this monkey ask of me?"

  "Two years ago, my disciple secretly left the mountain without permission. This time when he returned to the mountain, his father will definitely punish him severely. Please, Master Zhang, help save him." Song Qingchu looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a pitiful expression.

  "Haha, you monkey also have a time to be afraid?" Zhang Sanfeng laughed and teased, "It's just right to let your father teach you a good lesson, how dare you sneak down the mountain at such a young age."

  "Too awesome." Song Qing said with a pout, "If I hadn't descended the mountain ahead of time, I'm afraid you wouldn't have broken through yet."

  "Ah, you," Zhang Sanfeng said with a loving gaze at Song Qingchu. "The path of cultivation cannot be rushed for quick gains and immediate benefits. This time I'll let it pass, but if there's another time, I won't forgive."

  "Thank you, Master Zhang." Song Qing saw that Zhang Sanfeng had agreed and couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in his heart. Although he wasn't afraid of Song Yuanqiao, after all, Song Yuanqiao was his father, and he didn't want to be too presumptuous. Now with Zhang Sanfeng's words, it was as if he had the imperial sword of justice, and he no longer needed to worry.

  A few days later, at the foot of Wudang Mountain, a group of people appeared. An old man and two young ones - Zhang Sanfeng, Song Qingchu and Zhou Zhiruo.

  Looking at the towering peaks, ancient trees and mist-shrouded Wudang Mountain in front of him, Song Qing couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

  It's been two years since Song Qingchu left two years ago, and now he has finally returned to this old place where he lived for over a decade.

  "Alright, let's go!" said Zhang Sanfeng, leading the way and heading up the mountain.

  As they walked halfway up the mountain, they suddenly jumped out from one side of a pavilion several Taoist priests with long swords on their backs.

  "Third-generation disciple Li Zhichang pays respects to the ancestral master, welcoming the ancestral master back to the mountain." A person led the crowd in kneeling and bowing on the ground, facing Zhang Sanfeng's luggage.

  "All right, get up, no need for more courtesy." Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly and waved his hand, and Li Zhichang and the others stood up involuntarily.

  "It turns out I was who, it was originally Li Shidi guarding here." At this time, Song Qingchu on the side spoke up.

  Li Zhichang was taken aback, looked up and saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth standing beside Zhang Sanfeng, wearing a white robe that fluttered in the wind, and he couldn't help but be stunned, obviously not recognizing who this person was.

  "Haha, it seems that Brother Li doesn't recognize me anymore." Looking at Li Zhichang's expression, Song Qingyu couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. He didn't expect that after leaving Wudang Mountain for only two years, everyone would forget about him. It seemed that his past self was truly a failure.

  "Excuse me, sir, but I don't know who you are?" Although he didn't know who the person in front of him was, he still felt a faint sense of familiarity. Moreover, this person stood beside his master and spoke without being rebuked by his master, who merely smiled at him. This suggested that he wasn't an ordinary person, so he asked politely.

  As for Li Zhichang's courtesy, Song Qingyu also didn't dare to be slow and hastily returned a courtesy, saying "I am Song Qingyu."

  "Song Qing Shu?" Li Zhi Chang was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized and hastily bowed again, saying "So it's Big Brother Master who has returned, I apologize for my earlier disrespect, please forgive me, Big Brother Master."

  "Alright, no need for formalities between us brothers." Song Qing helped Li Zhi Chang up.

  Just then, cries for help came echoing down from the mountain.

  "Master."

  "Master."

  Then several white shadows flashed by from the top of Wudang Mountain, and before they could react, several people arrived in front of them, all bowing down at Zhang Sanfeng's feet.

  "Disciple didn't know Master returned to the mountain, and came late to welcome you back. Please forgive me, Master." Song Yuqiao spoke first as the eldest senior brother.

  "Alright, alright, I'm not an emperor, no need for so many rules." Seeing his disciples, Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed and personally helped them up, saying "Let's head up the mountain first and talk later."

  Song Yuanqiao and others naturally took Zhang Sanfeng's words as the standard. Having heard Zhang Sanfeng's words, they naturally had no dissenting opinions.