Chapter 1704 Taking advantage of the opportunity

Compared with the disciples under Haidao Ren, all the disciples under Zhou Zhenren's sect are also fierce.

But they also dare not say anything nonsense. Senior brother Qing Meizi is still lying on the bed, and the other junior uncles have generally benefited. These benefits are actually their interests.

This division of interests made them suddenly isolated. In addition, the disciples of the abbot's lineage gained power in the past, and their arrogance within the sect was somewhat arrogant, which would inevitably offend others. If they are suppressed this time, no one will stand up for them.

After the ceremony ended, they left the main hall and walked towards Qingmeiko's room together. At this time, their faces also showed anger and injustice.

Seeing that there was no one else around, some even couldn't help but say: "Uncle Hong, this is too bullying. All our previous tasks have been assigned to others, and almost the worst jobs have been assigned to us!"

"Isn't it? It's just too much!"

"Yesterday's battle was really evil. Uncle Hong's cultivation level is not high at all. How could he possibly injure senior brother in one fell swoop!"

"Elder brother said that his eyes suddenly blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly. The problem seemed to be with the mahogany sword."

"No way, is there such a powerful peach wood sword?"

"That's right, I've never heard of it before."

"What magical weapons are there in Lu Zu Pavilion? It is impossible for us, the abbot's disciples, have not heard about it. Uncle Hong is backed by Yangchun Guan, what do you think?" A disciple raised such doubts.

After hearing this, the others stopped for a moment, vaguely realizing the whole story.

Tu Yazi said: "Even if this is the case, what can we do? The overall situation has been decided now, and it is useless for us to say anything. Let's go see the senior brother first. His injury is not serious, and we don't know how long it will take to recover."

Everyone also knew that this was indeed the case, and they could only shake their heads angrily.

Entering a courtyard, this is where their abbot and his disciples live. This courtyard is better than the courtyards where other disciples live. It is a large courtyard with three entrances.

"Tell me, will we move out of this courtyard?" said a disciple.

Many people have thought about this issue, but haven't mentioned it yet. Hearing what this disciple said, everyone's hearts were aroused.

Qingmeizi's residence was in the courtyard at the back. When she came to his room, Qingmeizi was lying weakly on the bed. Yesterday's severe injury meant that I would have to lie down for at least several days.

When he saw his junior brothers coming in dejectedly, he couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Senior Brother." Tu Yazi lowered his head and said, "In today's abbot succession ceremony, Uncle Hong redistributed the responsibilities in the Taoist temple. Our original responsibilities were all assigned to others. And those who were the worst All the responsibilities have been placed on our heads."

"Not only that, I think we will be kicked out of this courtyard sooner or later and go to live in another courtyard." Another disciple lowered his head and added.

"Asshole!" Qingmeizi was so angry that she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Wow"

"Elder brother." "Elder brother." "Elder brother." When everyone saw this, they rushed to the bedside to check the situation.

Qingmeizi's face was sallow and haggard. He said feebly: "I, I'm fine."

"That's good. But what should we do now?" The younger disciples were already at a loss.

Not to mention him, the other disciples didn't know what to do.

Qing Meizi felt sad and even more traumatized. His junior brother Qing Songzi saw that he looked so bad and said: "Let's go out first and let senior brother have a good rest."

Everyone could only say goodbye one by one, asking the senior brother to take good care of himself, and wait until the senior brother recovers to talk about anything else. It is estimated that even if Qingmeizi is cured, there is nothing that can be done. Whoever asked Hong Yuanpo to become the abbot, their former abbot's disciples would definitely be suppressed and excluded.

When everyone went out, Qingmeizi's face became even gloomier. The master disappeared, and he was the support of these junior disciples. He originally thought that he could get the position of abbot by relying on Taoism, but the result was good, and he was beaten so seriously.

There was a "crunch" and the window suddenly made a sound.

Qingmeizi felt as if someone had come in, so she hurriedly asked loudly: "Who is it?"

Even though it was loud, it seemed a little weak.

"It's me." A young man's voice sounded, and along with the voice, a figure slowly came to Qingmeizi's bedside.

Qingmeizi was lying down, and she could quickly see this person's appearance. When he saw this person, he was startled again and said in surprise: "Zhang, Master Zhang, why did you come to me suddenly?"

Of course this real person is none other than Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu smiled gently and said, "I'm here to treat your injury, don't talk."

With that said, Zhang Yu sat down by the bed and grabbed Qing Meizi's pulse.

Qingmeizi looked at Zhang Yu doubtfully, not understanding what he meant. But with his own strength, even if he is not injured, he is definitely no match for him, let alone now.

He was honest and did not dare to speak out. Zhang Yu took his pulse and said: "The internal injury is not serious. I'm afraid it won't heal in a day. But there is congestion in your chest. If it can be drained out, it will be of great help to your recovery."

Qing Meizi only had a single piece of clothing on her body. Zhang Yu unbuttoned it, took out a silver needle from his pocket, and inserted it into some acupuncture points on his chest and surrounding areas. Qingmei Zi now saw that Zhang Yu was really treating his injuries, which made him even more puzzled.

After a while, Zhang Yu pulled out the silver needle and put his hand on Qingmeizi's chest. His true energy penetrated it, as if massaging it, and pushed it up a few times.

"Wow" Qingmeizi's head suddenly tilted, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Huhu."

As the blood spurted out, Qing Meizi immediately felt that her breathing became much smoother and she felt much better than before.

"Thank you Mr. Zhang," Qing Meizi said sincerely.

"You're welcome." Zhang Yu smiled cordially and said, "I'm here mainly to discuss one thing with you."

"What's the matter?" Qingmeizi asked curiously.

"The abbot of Lu Zu Pavilion has been changed. Your original disciples of the abbot will inevitably be suppressed. It can be said that you, Qingmeizi, will become the most disliked person in the eyes of many people. Instead of being looked down upon by others, it is better to become my disciple. "Zhang Yu said seriously.

"I" Qingmeizi was stunned, why did Zhang Yu want to accept a disciple as soon as he came up? Zhang Yu was much younger than him, but it didn't matter if someone who didn't learn first was a teacher. It's just that he belongs to the Quanzhen Sect, and Zhang Yu is a member of the Zhengyi Sect. Becoming a disciple of Zhang Yu is nothing.

"I'm afraid your master will never come back. Please think carefully about it. If you become my master and join my sect, your achievements in the future will definitely be far better than today." Zhang Yu said gently again.

Qingmeizi thought about it for a while, and realized that the current situation was really terrible. I'm afraid it will be very difficult to get promoted in the future, and it will definitely not be a problem to be put in the shoes of Uncle Hong. If he switches to Zhang Yu's sect now, even if it doesn't work out, he will go one step further by relying on the brand of Wudang Taoist Temple. After all, when his master Zhou Zhenren was alive, he was obviously no match for Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu is on an equal footing with Zhenren Lu.

Thinking of this, Qingmeizi said solemnly: "Thank you very much for your favor, Master Zhang. I am willing to become a disciple of Master Zhang!"