Zongwu: Blind box shop, Wanwan hits the mark

On the other side, on Wudang Mountain, Song Yuanqiao and others finally returned to Wudang Sect after running all the way.

However, after they entered the Wudang Sect, they found that the sect was on high alert. Although some disciples were performing fiercely, Song Yuanqiao could still see the strange look in their eyes.

At this time, a disciple came up to them and said respectfully, "Uncles, Junior Brother Wuji, Master wants you to go to the main hall to find them."

After hearing this, Song Yuanqiao and others looked at each other and immediately rushed towards the hall.

Inside the main hall, Zhang Sanfeng and others were discussing something with grim expressions.

Song Yuanqiao and others entered the hall and saw Zhang Sanfeng's expression.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt something was wrong. He quickly walked to Zhang Sanfeng and the others and said respectfully, "Master!"

Seeing Song Yuanqiao and the others, Zhang Sanfeng and the others forced a smile, greeted them, and then looked at Song Yuanqiao with complicated eyes.

Song Yuanqiao's uneasiness became more and more serious. He knew that something big must have happened in Wudang, and this big event was related to him. The only thing that could be related to him was his son, Song Qingshu.

Song Yuanqiao was a little uncertain and said weakly, "Master, has Qingshu made another mistake?"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and nodded.

Song Yuanqiao hurriedly asked, "Qingshu, what did he do?"

Mo Shenggu, who was standing by, handed a small porcelain bottle to Song Yuanqiao and said in a low voice, "He poisoned us and wanted to kill us."

"This...How is this possible!?"

"How could Qingshu do such a thing?"

The few people who came back suddenly had expressions of shock and disbelief on their faces.

I didn't expect that Song Qingshu would actually do such a thing as betraying his teacher and ancestors.

Hearing Mo Shenggu's words, Song Yuanqiao's face changed drastically, as if struck by lightning. His hands, which had been steady after practicing martial arts for so many years, were now trembling.

Song Yuanqiao reached out to take the poison, put it to his nose and sniffed it, wanting to see what kind of poison it was.

"hiss!"

But when he smelled the poison, he gasped and instantly inhaled all the poison in the bottle.

Suddenly, I felt my muscles and bones all over my body become sore, and my internal strength suddenly dissipated.

If Zhang Wuji hadn't been quick to support him, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Isn't this the same poison we were poisoned with last time?"

He knew the smell of this poison very well; it was the same poison he had inhaled when he was ambushed among them.

Yu Dayan, who was standing by, nodded and said in a deep voice, "That's right, Qingshu used exactly this poison!"

The small porcelain bottle in Song Yuanqiao's hand slipped to the ground and broke into pieces. Song Yuanqiao looked dazed, as if he had aged a dozen years. At this moment, he was just a father of a child who had done something wrong, not a respected and esteemed hero Song.

Seeing Song Yuanqiao like this, the others felt a little uncomfortable. You know, Song Qingshu was someone they had watched grow up, but now he did something so heartbreaking.

After a moment, Song Yuanqiao came to his senses and looked at Zhang Sanfeng and others pleadingly.

"Master, can you give him another chance?"

After all, he was his son. He couldn't just watch Song Yuanqiao's cultivation being abolished and expelled from Wudang.

After hearing Song Yuanqiao's plea, Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Yuanqiao, take him down the mountain."

Zhang Sanfeng finally decided to let Song Qingshu go, then waved his hand and directly removed the poison in Song Yuanqiao's body.

Song Yuanqiao signaled Zhang Wuji to let him go, then bowed respectfully to Zhang Sanfeng.

He turned and walked towards the place where the apostates were imprisoned.

Luoyang City, inside the jar shop.

At this time, everyone was preparing things for the evening party.

Next to Wei Zhenzhen were seven seven-star knives of different sizes, flashing with cold light.

Wei Zhenzhen's eyes focused, she picked up a seven-star knife on the table, and quickly came to the side of the cow. She used the knife technique to butcher the cow. In an instant, the sharp seven-star knife turned into white light and flashed across the cow's body. Wei Zhenzhen was like a butterfly flying through flowers, flying around the cow.

After a moment, Wei Zhenzhen stopped and saw that the seven Seven-Star Knives were still on the table. There was no trace of blood on the blades, as if they had never been used.

There were no scars on the cow's body, as if Wei Zhenzhen's previous actions were just in vain.

The women who were busy watching the show on the side had solemn expressions on their faces.

Yao Yue even lamented that she was deceived by the name of this sword technique.

Although the name of this sword technique is crude, it is extremely exquisite.

"Moo~"

When the cow was about to lower its head to eat grass, scratches suddenly appeared on its body, and then its body exploded. The beef broke into pieces and separated from its body. Just as it was about to fall to the ground, Lian Xing waved his hand and used his internal force to pull the pieces onto the table where the meat was placed.

Fu Junqian and Fu Junyu, who had been waiting here for a long time, saw the beef coming. A light suddenly flashed in their eyes. They took the kitchen knife next to them, and knife flowers appeared in their hands as they cut towards the beef.

A moment later, two plates of beef, one lean and one thin, fell onto the iron plate.

Hua Yuenu, who was standing by, looked at the pile of firewood in front of her. With a thought, the firewood on the ground instantly shot up into the sky. The long sword beside her instantly turned into a white light, shuttling back and forth among the firewood.

After a moment, Hua Yuenu placed the chopped firewood on the ground beside her.

Aunt Tie Ping and Huang Rong were standing by, cutting the pork that Wei Zhenzhen had just slaughtered, and then controlling the iron skewers to pierce through it.

Ling Longjiao, who came with Dong Shuni, looked at this scene in shock. Such unfathomable and exquisite knife skills were actually only used to slaughter cattle?

There are also people at the Grandmaster level who are just chopping wood!

Where does the master of the Xiantian realm cut the meat into skewers?

Everything that happened before her eyes made Linglongjiao feel a little unbelievable and shocked.

Some people brought the cut meat to a strange table in a daze.

She had previously been given to Dong Shu Ni by Wang Shichong as a maid.

Dong Shu Ni brought her here just to help.

She originally wanted to help with other things, but was disliked by others and asked to serve dishes.

At the beginning, she thought these people were spoiled girls. She, a master in the early stage of the innate realm, was only fit to serve dishes.

What I thought in my mind was that I would carry the dishes first, and then help them if they needed anything else. But now it seems that I am like a monkey in the hands of a street performer, like a clown.

I couldn't help but feel lucky that I didn't say anything wrong at that time.