Chapter Thirty-One: Recruiting Disciples - Zhou Zhiruo

  "Not bad, it's a person. As the saying goes, a person is just recruiting disciples with good qualifications." Song Qing said, and also mentioned lightly, "I think that year Quanzhen Sect was what kind of prestige, compared to now Wudang can be said to have been surpassed, if after Quanzhen Seven Sons there are outstanding talents, I'm afraid it won't collapse so quickly."

  Zhang Sanfeng was shocked, thought for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing. This left Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji puzzled.

  "Haha, you, you, after talking for so long, isn't it just that you don't want me to send Zhou Zhiruo to Emei Sect? You're even playing tricks on me."

  Song Qing's face turned red, obviously hit in the heart, but his skin was thin, and he immediately wanted to retort.

  Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, the smile on his face gradually disappeared and turned into a serious expression. He sighed and said, "Alright, what you said actually makes sense."

  Zhang Sanfeng sighed and said, "Alas, everyone in the world knows that I used to be from Shaolin. In recent years, I have been closing my doors to create a set of martial arts that is different from the rest of the world, so that Wudang can truly become its own school and completely break away from the influence of Shaolin. Unfortunately...". Zhang Sanfeng let out a long sigh. Obviously, wanting to create a new style of martial arts that is different from the mainstream in Jianghu is a very difficult thing to do, even for someone like Zhang Sanfeng who is a great master of martial arts.

  Zhang Sanfeng sighed, but Song Qingyu secretly thought to himself that Zhang Sanfeng had indeed created Tai Chi fist and sword. Thinking that he would soon learn the world's most supreme martial art, Song Qingyu felt a thrill of excitement in his heart.

  "I never thought that I would live a hundred years in vain, yet not as good as you, this teenager, who can see things clearly. Indeed, my Wudang Sect has already reached the stage of blooming flowers and boiling oil."

  "Master Taishifu, you can't say that." Song Qing saw Zhang Sanfeng starting to blame himself and hurriedly advised, "Master Taishifu, for the sake of creating a unique martial art different from the world, it's a complicated matter. How can you be distracted by other things? Besides, Father and the various masters are not unaware of this, they just don't want Master Taishifu to worry. Only I, this young whippersnapper, am ignorant of what is important and disturb Master Taishifu with these matters, which is a great sin."

  "Alright, alright." Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but chuckle at Song Qingchu's head-shaking and arm-waving advice. "Now that I know, and Zhou Zhiruo has exceptional talent, naturally she won't be sent to Emei."

  "Master Zhang is indeed wise." Song Qing saw that he had finally changed his mind and was overjoyed, hastily flattering him.

  "Are you clear now? If not, are you just an old fool?" Zhang Sanfeng pretended to be expressionless, but seeing Song Qing's anxious face wanting to explain, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  Song Qing saw this and was speechless, never expecting that Zhang Sanfeng had such a side to him, wasn't he the typical old stubborn child?

  "But all this depends on what the young lady herself wants." Half a moment later, Zhang Sanfeng finally stopped and smiled.

  Although he was speaking to Song Qingchu, he also threw a questioning glance at Zhou Zhiruo.

  If it were some other Jianghu person who had the good fortune to join the Wudang Sect, they would definitely be overjoyed, but at present, Zhou Zhiruo is just an ordinary boatman's daughter, how could she know what the Wudang Sect is?

  However, Zhou Zhiruo is now an orphan, and being young with nowhere else to go, she can only head to the Wudang Sect.

  "Are you going to be my master?" Zhou Zhiruo asked with her head tilted.

  "Of course not, I will make you bow to my fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said, "Right, Zhang Cuishan is the father of Zhang Wuji." As he spoke, Zhang Sanfeng pointed to Zhang Wuji beside him.

  Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu saw Zhou Zhiruo turn her head to look at Zhang Wuji, without saying a word, both thinking that this matter had already been settled. Zhou Zhiruo blinked her clear and bright eyes, suddenly said: "I want to learn martial arts from you, can I?"

  "Want to learn martial arts from me?"

  Song Qing's face turned red as he burst out laughing and said, "How did you think of learning martial arts from me? You must have thought I was quite impressive when I saved you earlier, but actually the one you should be worshiping as your master is Zhang Cuishan, who is my uncle. His skills far surpass mine. Do you still want to learn from me?"

  "It must be." Zhou Zhiruo's voice was tender and ethereal, yet her answer was firm and decisive.

  "No, no." Song Qing Shu shook his head vigorously and said, "My martial arts skills are still not enough to teach disciples. You should go worship Fifth Master as your teacher instead!"

  "No, I'm just learning from you." Zhou Zhiruo said stubbornly. At the same time, tears had already welled up in her eyes.

  "Ah..." Song Qingchu looked at Zhou Zhiruo's tears and couldn't help but be stunned.

  At this time, Zhang Sanfeng, who was on the side, spoke up and said, "Qing Shu, just accept him."

  "What?" Song Qingchu heard Zhang Sanfeng advising him to accept Zhou Zhiruo as a disciple, with an incredulous expression. "Master, I..."

  "You can take an apprentice now." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, smiling and said, "Anyway, this disciple is also one you found yourself. Moreover, judging from your martial arts skills earlier, it seems that even among the third-rate ones, you're not at the bottom, so teaching Zhi Ruo should be fine."

  Song Qingxue looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a mixture of laughter and tears, never expecting that her attempt to change Zhou Zhiruo's fate and bring a talented individual into the Wudang Sect would end up with her jumping into her own pit.

  Looking at Zhang Wuji's curious face, Zhou Zhiruo stared tightly at herself, as if she would be a sinner for all eternity if she didn't agree. As for Zhang Sanfeng, he was smiling wryly at his own joke.

  Song Qing said with a gritted teeth, "Alright, I'll take you as my apprentice!"

  Isn't it just taking a disciple? As the saying goes, 'If you die in the morning, you won't live for ten thousand years.' Besides, I haven't even eaten pork, let alone seen a pig run.

  "Haven't you met your master yet!" Just then, a loud and boisterous voice came out. Everyone turned around to look, if it wasn't Chong You Chun, who else could it be?

  Although Chang Yunqiu was tapped to sleep, Zhang Sanfeng only symbolically tapped him once, just to let Chang Yunqiu rest well. When Song Qingchu advised Zhang Sanfeng, Chang Yunqiu woke up and walked to the door, but didn't make a sound. Both Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingchu knew, but neither said anything.

  So when Chang Chunyuan suddenly spoke up, Song Qingchu and Zhang Sanfeng were not surprised at all.

  Zhou Zhiruo didn't know about the Wudang Sect, but Chang Chun was very familiar with it. Although he regretted that Zhou Zhiruo hadn't taken Zhang Cuishan as her master, judging from Song Qingxue's previous moves, she was also a skilled fighter. More importantly, Song Qingxue was still young and had unlimited potential in the future.

  So when he heard that Song Qingquan was going to take Zhou Zhiruo as his apprentice, Chang Yuchun finally spoke up and urged him on.