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Chapter 108 Heading to Wudang

"how?"

Sheng Wansong put on the tight-fitting clothes sewn by Ouyang Xue and proudly showed them off in front of Shangguan Hong and the others.

This outfit fits very well, and the silk feels very comfortable against the skin; it is a top-quality material treasured by Aoki Hōbō.

"Perfect for you, young hero."

Clap clap clap.

Everyone present applauded enthusiastically.

"It's a pity that I'm the older sister, and I don't have a loving older sister to sew me a new set of clothes."

Shangguan Hong's tone was melancholic, as if she were referring to something.

She raised her arm, and the corner of the sleeve showed signs of mending. "This outfit has been with me for almost two years since I left my master's sect, and it's been patched up and repaired."

Upon seeing this, Ouyang Xue smiled and said, "Sister Hong, please don't say any more. I've already asked the people on the pleasure boat for suitable fabric. Once the design is complete, we'll start making new clothes for you and An'an."

Compared to venturing into the world, making clothes seems to bring her more joy.

"Then I'll thank Xiaoxue in advance."

As she thanked her, she suddenly smiled brightly, "Is this order of garment making your preference ranking, Xiaoxue?"

Xue'er's face flushed red instantly. "Sister Hong!"

"My...new clothes."

An Lan murmured to herself. She had no shortage of new clothes, but the last time her mother had sewn clothes for her by hand was when she was the last time.

The woman whose Achilles tendon was severed and who committed suicide next to her father's body.

Speaking of which, Ouyang Xue had been taking good care of me throughout the journey.

An Lan's face was flushed, and she seemed to see her mother's shadow in Ouyang Xue.

It's so good to be young.

Mu Haitang watched the youthful comedy unfold with a smile.

Sweet and sour romance is so heartwarming to watch, but she has no such experience; it only goes straight to the stomach.

In a lighthearted comedy about teenagers, Mu Haitang inadvertently makes eye contact with the male lead.

The moment their eyes met, Mu Haitang guiltily turned her face away.

She didn't notice that two disciples on either side of her were staring at her.

Sima Ling was alright, but she felt sorry for her master and continued to work hard.

For Sisi, however, she felt a sudden emptiness and envy for no reason.

The interaction of yin and yang, and the attraction between men and women, is a natural phenomenon. The Qingmu Painting Boat, which usually isolates men, has indeed eliminated many troubles.

However, these women who have been living alone for a long time are prone to going berserk once they come into contact with matters between men and women.

This is what is known as "showing off while feeling repressed."

"Young Master Sheng."

Sisi took the initiative to speak, interrupting the bittersweet atmosphere.

"While you were recuperating on the pleasure boat, another change occurred in the martial arts world of the Central Plains."

"A red-haired barbarian named Fanma traveled across the ocean to the Central Plains. He single-handedly defeated the Shaolin Subduing Demon Formation and claimed that the martial arts of the Central Plains were just a useless burden."

She said, "Young Master Sheng, as the number one person in the Central Plains today, will be ridiculed by the world if he does not step forward."

Sheng Wansong already knew what Sisi was talking about.

His ears could hear everything that happened inside the Aoki pleasure boat.

Sheng Wansong knew everything about the daily conversations of the women on the pleasure boat. He also knew that several disciples had discovered his affair with Mu Haitang, and which disciples would secretly generate electricity in the middle of the night.

One of them is this Miss Sisi.

Sisi's first experience of generating electricity was behind that artificial rock, with the voice of her own master as a side dish.

Sheng Wansong didn't care about the Red-Haired Barbarians.

But since someone has brought it up, a response is naturally needed.

"I have also heard about this."

"I heard that the red-haired barbarian is also looking for me."

Sheng Wansong remained calm, not taking this barbarian seriously. "The Central Plains are vast. If he seeks me and I seek him, we will only get lost and miss each other."

"So, I think he'll soon release the news and ask me to set a place for a showdown."

His reasons were convincing enough for everyone to believe him.

Even in modern society, finding someone across provinces is incredibly difficult, let alone in ancient times when communication was underdeveloped.

The day came very early.

The next day, Mu Haitang brought news about the latest intelligence on the Red-Haired Barbarians.

"Fan Ma appeared near Wudang Mountain, claiming that he would crush the second pillar of the Central Plains martial arts world in a month."

After Shaolin, it was indeed Wudang.

Shaolin is there to establish authority. If we don't defeat Shaolin first, who will believe that a random barbarian tribe can defeat Wudang?

After establishing his authority, he made outrageous remarks that insulted the martial arts of the Central Plains. Then, he used Wudang as bait to lure the heroes of the Central Plains to stop him.

His goal was to fight against the powerful figures of the Central Plains.

Shengwansong is only one of the goals, not the whole goal.

Sheng Wansong immediately asked, "Haitang, how long does it take to get from the Green Wood Painting Boat to Wudang?"

Without hesitation, Mu Haitang immediately replied, "We'll first travel by water to Junzhou, then take a carriage from Danjiang to Wudang. If we travel day and night, it will only take half a month."

half a month.

"If Young Master Sheng requires it, I can arrange for a ship to depart right now."

Sheng Wansong grabbed Mu Haitang's hand, "There are still half a month left, what's the rush?"

With a gentle pull, Master Mu sat down in his lap.

Although the women on the Aoki pleasure boat practiced martial arts year-round, their bodies were supple, as if they were made of water.

One month later, Junzhou, Wudang Mountain.

Like Shaolin, Wudang is not only a martial arts sect but also a well-known Taoist temple that carries on the incense offerings of Taoism.

Having received advance notice of the terrorist attack, Wudang has refused entry to ordinary guests. Those who are allowed to enter the mountain gate are all martial arts heroes who have come to help.

"It's today."

Divine Marquis Zhu Wu waited at the gate for the barbarian who had disturbed the Central Plains, eager to see his true form as soon as possible.

However, the first person to arrive was someone he didn't expect.

"The Empress?!"

The empress, who was the mother of the nation, actually climbed Wudang Mountain alone without any guards.

The Empress was dressed in a phoenix gown, still magnificent, but her style was quite different from her usual attire.

"What happened?"

Zhu Wu was a member of the imperial family and a grandmaster of martial arts.

Now that the emperor was dead, he was not afraid of the empress's authority and stepped forward to question her: "Feng Xuanji, why are you here?"

The Empress didn't even glance at him and continued forward.

"This is not a place for you."

Zhu Wu reached out and blocked the Empress's path, preventing her from advancing further.

result.

"Varied!"

His joints went weak, and he knelt on one knee on the stone steps of Wudang Mountain.

What happened?

Zhu Wu was shocked. He tried to stand up but lacked the strength and knelt down again after only standing halfway up.

His internal energy circulated throughout his body, but he did not notice anything unusual.

His internal energy circulated freely, and no acupoints were struck.

He couldn't understand what had happened.

The "Empress," however, completely ignored him and continued up the mountain.

"Lord Shenhou, I know you welcome me, but there's no need to kneel down to greet me so formally."

Zhu Wu's face flushed red as he pleaded, "Young Master Sheng, please help me up."