Mistress, I am a real gentleman

Just when Zhang Sanfeng hesitated.

Zhao Min stood up.

"Master Zhang, you have to think clearly, today he just wants to kill Song Qingshu, but in another day he might just kill the hero Song Yuanqiao."

She glanced at Zhang Wuji with her beautiful eyes, then stared at Zhang Sanfeng and said.

Zhang Sanfeng was shocked.

He was indeed affected by Zhao Min's words.

The so-called country is easy to change and nature is hard to change, and dogs can't change eating shit.

Whether Zhang Wuji can rein in the precipice, he is not sure.

Although it is said that the prodigal son will not be exchanged for money.

But Zhang Sanfeng was worried that the head did not return.

But someone from the Wudang faction died again.

Zhang Wuji was stunned.

When he heard Zhao Min's words, he was stunned.

Zhang Sanfeng was by his side, even if he had a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to do anything wrong to Wudang.

He also promised in his heart that he would never make such a mistake in the future.

But now that what Zhao Min said, even he himself felt that he might do something to hurt the Wudang faction in the future.

"Zhao Min! Don't fart! How could I hurt Uncle Song!"

Zhang Wuji was a little flustered, he pointed at Zhao Min and shouted.

This shout seemed hysterical.

The corner of Zhao Min's mouth curled up slightly.

"Yes, yes, someone just wanted to kill his Senior Brother Song!"

She put her hands behind her back and looked up, as if she didn't point at anyone in particular.

Song Qingshu was taken aback when he heard this.

yes……

Zhang Wuji just wanted to kill him...

Doesn't that mean that he might kill his father in the future?

If there is a first time, there may be a second time.

He was not sure that Zhang Wuji could really change it.

In the past, his relationship with Zhang Wuji was not very good.

It was also because Zhang Wuji was too favored when he was a child, which made him a little jealous.

Although under the guidance of his idol Lin Pingzhi, he was active and sunny, and he was born facing the sun.

But what Zhang Wuji will be like, he is not sure.

"Master... I think there is some truth to this."

He lowered his head, a little embarrassed to look at Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Song Qingshu, a little surprised.

He didn't expect that Song Qingshu was unwilling to believe Zhang Wuji.

If he ignored Lin Pingzhi's thoughts and kept Zhang Wuji in Wudang, that would be fine.

But Song Qingshu is the son of his eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao.

For a while, even Zhang Sanfeng, who had lived for more than a hundred years, was also caught in a tangle.

Zhao Min saw such a tangled expression on Zhang Sanfeng's chubby face.

A smug smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

"Renren Zhang, no matter what your decision is, at least let me heal Yu Daxia's leg first, what do you think?"

Lin Pingzhi glanced at Zhang Wuji and said nothing.

When Zhao Min spoke just now, he did not stop him.

That's because he didn't want Zhang Wuji to stay in Wudang either.

But Zhao Min's words have already reached that point.

If he said it again, it might arouse Zhang Sanfeng's disgust.

What he needs to do now is to gain Zhang Sanfeng's favor.

Healing Yu Daiyan is the way to gain Zhang Sanfeng's favor.

"Yes, yes! Of course!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded repeatedly.

There was an unconcealable joy in his eyes.

He has nothing to do with the legs of his third disciple.

Now that Lin Pingzhi can be cured, he is naturally happy.

"it is good."

Lin Pingzhi nodded.

He turned around and looked at Yu Daiyan who was lying on the bed, unconscious.

The internal force of the Shenzhaojing was input into Yu Daiyan's body again.

Yu Daiyan's legs were twitching continuously under the stimulation of the internal force of the Shenzhaojing.

Although the convulsions are not large.

But at least there was movement.

Nearly 20 years, almost 20 years.

Yu Daiyan's legs didn't move at all.

"Move! Move!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes narrowed in excitement.

Finally, his third disciple was able to stand up!

With a smile, Lin Pingzhi withdrew the inner strength of the Shenzhaojing.

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Sanfeng.

"Master Zhang, it's almost there."

Lin Pingzhi said with a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the inner power of Shenzhaojing is really strong.

Without the use of Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, Yu Daiyan has been restored only by the internal strength of the Divine Illumination Sutra.

Zhang Sanfeng walked tremblingly to the bedside.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Yu Daiyan's legs.

Then he seemed to think of something, and took his hand back.

"Is the third child able to go to the ground?"

Zhang Sanfeng's voice trembled a little.

He looked at Lin Pingzhi and asked.

Lin Pingzhi frowned slightly.

He felt that there should be no problem.

Although it may be a little uncomfortable at first.

"it should be OK."

As he said that, his index finger and middle finger merged into a sword finger, a little on Yu Daiyan's neck.

"Well……"

Yu Daiyan whimpered with doubts.

He opened his eyes slowly.

I feel that the pants on the legs seem to be a little uncomfortable.

He subconsciously pulled down his pants.

However, this behavior made him stunned.

Why……

Can he feel that the pants are uncomfortable?

Is it...

He looked around in surprise.

The first thing that came into his eyes was his master Zhang Sanfeng with red eyes and mist in his eye sockets.

"master……"

Yu Daiyan shouted dully.

In this sentence, master, there seems to be some sadness and guilt.

"Third brother, you finally woke up..."

Zhang Sanfeng wiped his eye sockets lightly.

People who are over 100 years old are still pissing here, which is shameful.

"Try quickly, can you walk on the ground!"

Zhang Sanfeng said excitedly.

Perhaps Yu Daiyan felt that he would never be able to walk again in this life.

But he waited for a day, for a long time.

"walk……"

Yu Daiyan was shocked as if he was hallucinating.

Can he walk now?

real or fake?

Why does he always feel a little unbelievable?

"Can I really walk..."

Yu Daiyan looked at Zhang Sanfeng in a daze, then skipped Lin Pingzhi, and looked at Song Qingshu.

In the room, he was only familiar with Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu.

Only with their nods did he dare to try to get down to the ground.

"Try, try quickly."

Zhang Sanfeng held Yu Daiyan's shoulders, supporting him, for fear that he would fall.

"it is good!"

Yu Daiyan was also a little excited.

Supporting Zhang Sanfeng with his arm, he slowly moved off the bed.

When the legs touch the ground slightly.

despite wearing shoes.

But that kind of coldness was something he had never experienced in the past 20 years.

After nearly 20 years.

Touching the ground again, he was a little excited and at a loss.

When he just tried to stand up, he fell to the ground.

"The third one!"

Zhang Sanfeng quickly supported Yu Daiyan.

His expression was very nervous, as if looking at his own son.

The Seven Sons of Wudang, in the eyes of many people, are Zhang Sanfeng's disciples.

In fact, in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, it was as if he was his own.

"It's fine! I'm fine!"

Yu Daiyan's words couldn't hide his excitement.

Although he almost fell just now, he did feel the strength of his legs.

That said, he was indeed able to walk on the ground.

Naturally delighted.

He supported Zhang Sanfeng's arm and walked slowly a few steps.

Seeing this scene, Lin Pingzhi also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Yu Daiyan is indeed fine.

"Congratulations Yu..."

The words of congratulations have not yet been spoken.

On Wudang Mountain, several bells were heard.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of the bell rings in my ears, like a death knell!