Zhang Sanfeng's Suspicions

Song Qingshu snorted. "Shaolin and Wudang have never had a good relationship. For the past century, they have constantly slandered Great-Grandmaster, claiming you stole Shaolin martial arts, and whenever they pleased, they publicly declared you a Shaolin traitor. Add to that what happened at the Dragon Gate Escort Agency and with Fifth... Uncle, and they have long regarded Wudang as a thorn in their side."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head. "Although Wudang Sect's martial arts were created through my later devoted study, tracing them back to their roots, without Master Jueyuan passing the Nine Yang Divine Skill on to me, I would have had nothing to rely on for everything that followed. It would not be wrong for them to say my martial arts came from Shaolin."

Song Qingshu replied gravely, "That is only because Great-Grandmaster is broad-minded. Those people at Shaolin do not possess such good cultivation. Moreover, Qingshu has clashed with Shaolin Temple many times over the past two years, and they have long wanted to get rid of me. Their ambush on my two martial uncles this time was likely intended to gradually wear down our strength, then strike suddenly once the time was ripe."

"What you say is not without reason. Sigh, it seems this old Daoist must make a trip to Shaolin." Zhang Sanfeng looked out the window toward the distant horizon. A trace of complicated emotion surfaced on his face, as though memories of the past had been stirred.

"Great-Grandmaster, I'll go with you." Song Qingshu thought, It was time to settle the score with Shaolin once and for all.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head. "You bear the heavy responsibility of driving out the Tartar invaders. Countless matters await you; there is no need for you to come along."

"Shaolin Temple has many men