Li Huan stared at Song Qingshu, feigning surprise.
"Holy crap! This young master is so handsome! He's as good-looking as Pan An, as elegant as Song Yu, unparalleled in the world!"
Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu smiled.
Li Huan took two steps forward and continued to scrutinize Song Qingshu.
"Young master, you are tall and handsome, elegant and dashing. Standing among the Wudang Sect, you are like a crane among chickens, full of spirit and admiration!"
Li Huan deliberately emphasized the word "chicken flock".
He openly praised Song Qingshu while secretly disparaging the Wudang Sect.
Song Qingshu was so engrossed in enjoying the praise that he didn't pay any attention to Li Huan's teasing.
"I've traveled the world, selling boxed lunches at various stalls, and I've never seen such a handsome young man before!"
"Today, having come to Bright Summit, I am fortunate to witness your magnificent appearance, young master. This trip has been worthwhile!"
Li Huan praised Song Qingshu enthusiastically, deliberately exaggerating his appearance.
"If I were a woman, I would pursue this young master without hesitation, and I would marry no one but him!"
"Young nuns and junior sisters of the Emei Sect, don't miss this opportunity! Quickly express your feelings to this young master and try to marry him!"
*Pfft...* One of the junior sisters from the Emei Sect burst out laughing.
"Insolence!" Abbess Jingxuan scolded, "Don't talk nonsense! How can a nun get married?"
Li Huan chuckled: "Sorry, I got a little excited and misspoke."
Song Qingshu could not hide his pride and straightened his chest and raised his head.
Li Huan clasped his hands in greeting: "May I ask your honorable name, sir?"
Song Qingshu, who was originally in a bad mood, was now extremely pleased.
He answered loudly, "I am Song Qingshu, son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the 'Seven Heroes of Wudang'!"
Damn it, you even used Song Yuanqiao's name when you introduced yourself, as if you were afraid people wouldn't know that he was the biological son of the Wudang Sect's big boss.
Now, Zhang Sanfeng is 110 years old and lives in seclusion, no longer concerned with worldly affairs. Song Yuanqiao's position in the Wudang Sect is equivalent to "acting sect leader," and he will take over the position of sect leader sooner or later.
Song Qingshu, on the other hand, has the potential to become the third-generation leader.
Li Huan gave a thumbs up: "Song Qingshu! What a great name! It sounds like the name of an outstanding young talent! He will surely be remembered in history!"
"Hahaha..." Song Qingshu could no longer hold back and burst into laughter, overjoyed.
Li Huan continued, "Young Master Song's appearance is not only handsome and extraordinary, but also exudes an air of wealth and nobility. He must be kind-hearted, charitable, and generous!"
"If I come to Bright Summit to set up a stall and do business, and meet a hero like Young Master Song, I'm sure I can sell hundreds more boxed meals!"
"Hmph!" Ding Minjun sneered, "You're such a smooth talker, always flattering me, just to sell more boxed lunches!"
Li Huan retorted, "I'm just stating the facts! Tell me, among all the men here, who is more handsome than Song Qingshu?"
Instantly, a buzz of discussion arose.
"Young Master Song is handsome and is known in the martial arts world as 'Jade-faced Mengchang,' a name he truly deserves!"
"Among the disciples of the Wudang Sect, Song Qingshu is indeed the most handsome!"
"Not only the Wudang Sect, but even among the six major sects, it would be hard to find a man more handsome than Song Qingshu!"
...
Hearing the praise, Song Qingshu became even more smug, looking quite pleased with himself.
Seeing his son being praised by everyone, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but smile with satisfaction, forgetting to urge the various sects to besiege the Ming Cult.
Taking the opportunity, Li Huan said, "The Wudang Sect is famous throughout the world and must be ten or even dozens of times richer than the Emei Sect! The weather is cold, why doesn't the Wudang Sect buy more boxed meals and let the disciples have a meal to ward off the cold?"
Song Qingshu nodded and hurriedly said to Song Yuanqiao, "Father, we've used up a lot of energy, why don't we buy some boxed lunches..."
"shut up!"
Abbess Miejue suddenly shouted.
"Master Song, you just reminded me not to give the Demonic Sect a chance to breathe, so why are you so preoccupied now that Li Huan is praising Song Qingshu, instead of being in a hurry to eliminate the Demonic Sect?!"
Song Yuanqiao immediately realized what was happening, his expression awkward and somewhat guilty.
"What you say is absolutely right, Master. I was careless for a moment and delayed something important!"
Li Huan hurriedly said, "Old nun, I advise you to be a decent human being and not stop the Wudang Sect from buying boxed lunches."
Abbess Miejue said, "With a formidable enemy at hand, we must first eradicate the Demonic Sect!"
Li Huan said, "Your fight is fierce, and many people will definitely die. That means I'll sell fewer boxed lunches! So, you should buy boxed lunches first, and then fight the Ming Cult to the death!"
Abbess Miejue was speechless.
She is highly skilled in martial arts, has fought countless battles, and fears no opponent.
Today, she happened to encounter a vendor with superhuman strength who wielded a "mysterious iron pig-slaughtering knife." Abbess Miejue not only suffered a major setback but was also driven to madness.
Li Huan continued, "Esteemed guests from the six major sects, you are all heroes. Could you please do me a favor and buy some boxed lunches before we besiege the Ming Cult?"
"Look, the Ming Cult members are seriously injured and completely surrounded. They have no way to escape. What are you afraid of?"
Abbess Miejue quickly shouted, "Take advantage of the Demonic Sect's weakened state and eliminate it as soon as possible to prevent future troubles!"
The Shaolin, Huashan, Kunlun, Kongtong, and Wudang sects responded in unison, brandishing their weapons.
Li Huan feigned helplessness and sighed.
"Sigh...you guys are so stubborn, refusing to patronize my business. You'll regret it later!"
Song Yuanqiao's expression was solemn. He raised his hand to signal a man to go into battle.
This man was burly and had a full beard.
He strode toward the White-browed Eagle King and suddenly drew his longsword.
The snow has stopped, and the sun is peeking out from behind the clouds.
The sunlight shone on the longsword, making it dazzling!
"Old Yin! My Third Brother Yu and Fifth Brother Zhang were both destroyed by the Eagle Sect! If I, Mo Shenggu, do not avenge this, I will not live up to the name of the 'Seven Heroes of Wudang'!"
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