Chapter 651: Zhang Sanfeng’s Doubts
Song Qingshu snorted, “Shaolin and Wudang have never gotten along. For the past century, they’ve always slandered our grandmaster, accusing him of stealing Shaolin martial arts. They constantly claim you’re a traitor of Shaolin. Add to that the incidents with Dragon Gate Security Service and the matter of our fifth… uncle, and they’ve long regarded Wudang as a thorn in their side.”
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head. “Wudang’s martial arts were painstakingly developed by me later on, but if we trace the roots, without Master Jueyuan passing me the ‘Nine Yang Scripture’, all subsequent martial arts would have had no foundation. It’s not entirely wrong for them to say my martial arts originated from Shaolin.”
Song Qingshu replied solemnly, “That’s because you’re magnanimous, Grandmaster. The people of Shaolin don’t have such high moral character. Moreover, over the past two years, I have had several conflicts with Shaolin. They’ve long wanted to get rid of me. This time, their ambush on the two senior uncles is likely a ploy to gradually weaken our strength and attack when the time is right.” (G: There you go, as of chapter 651, about 2 years have past.)
“You may have a point. Alas, it seems this old daoist will have to pay Shaolin a visit.” Zhang Sanfeng gazed out the window at the distant horizon, his face tinged with a complex emotion, as if memories of the past had been stirred.
“Grandmaster, I’ll accompany you.” Song Qingshu thought to himself, ‘The grievances with Shaolin must come to an end someday.’
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head. “You shoulder the responsibility of expelling the invaders. There are countless tasks waiting for you. You don’t need to come with me.”
“But Shaolin has strength in numbers, and their methods this time have been so despicable. They won’t adhere to martial world rules. I’m afraid you’ll be overwhelmed, Grandmaster,” Song Qingshu said anxiously.
Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily. “Qingshu, you don’t need to worry. Though I haven’t fought in many years, this old daoist hasn’t feared anyone in the past century. Do you think Wudang’s formidable reputation in the martial world came out of nowhere? Since the founding of our sect, countless masters have come to challenge us, and it was through my fists and sword that Wudang’s name was forged!”
Seeing Zhang Sanfeng’s rare display of boldness, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but flatter him, “Your prowess back then truly inspires awe in this disciple.”