The next day at noon, Zhu Yunwen took Zhao Qingzhu to a nice restaurant in town. After eating and drinking their fill, Zhu Yunwen ordered a pot of tea and chatted with Zhao Qingzhu.
But just then, seven or eight more Taoist priests entered the restaurant.
Among the seven or eight Taoist priests, three were middle-aged and appeared very composed, while the other four or five were young.
The key point is that Zhu Yunwen had seen these four or five young Taoists before. One of them was the Wudang disciple who was originally the number one in the martial arts competition among the younger generation of Hongfeng Mountain.
They were the so-called senior disciples of Wudang, and the others were some of the people who had tried to settle scores with their senior disciples on the road but were severely punished by Zhao Qingzhu.
They had just sat down when they noticed Zhu Yunwen and Zhao Qingzhu. One of the young Taoist priests, who had been beaten, immediately stood up and said to the three middle-aged Taoist priests:
“Master, Uncle-Master, it’s him…”
The senior disciple also looked grim, staring at Zhu Yuntong and Zhao Qingzhu. The three middle-aged Taoist priests slowly stood up, the oldest of whom had a few white hairs on his beard.
He looked at his disciples and said:
"You were defeated by this young man, and even knelt down before him?"
The senior disciple from Wudang, his face grim, gritted his teeth and said:
"Neither of them... I'm a match for either of them..."
The white-bearded Taoist priest slammed his fist on the table in anger and cursed:
"It's utterly pathetic. They're so young, and you're no match for them? You couldn't even beat the man, let alone the woman? You're a disgrace to Wudang."
And you lot, a dozen of you were actually injured by a single woman! How can Wudang maintain its standing in the martial world if word gets out?
The young Taoist priests lowered their heads in shame, glaring at Zhao Qingzhu and Zhu Yuntong with resentful eyes.
Zhu Yunwen rubbed his forehead, wondering why this trouble had come knocking again.
Sure enough, the three middle-aged Taoist priests walked over to Zhu Yuntong and Zhao Qingzhu.
The leading Taoist priest, with his white beard, snorted and said:
"Gentlemen, you have injured my Wudang disciples twice. Shouldn't you give us an explanation now that we've met?"
Zhu Yunwen took a sip of tea, took a deep breath, and then said to the middle-aged Taoist priest who had spoken:
"I must remind you that the laws of the Ming Dynasty are very comprehensive. If you were to arbitrarily attack people or cause trouble for them, the laws of the Ming Dynasty would not tolerate it!"
As soon as Zhu Yunwen said this, the three Taoist priests all showed disdain and sneers.
The middle-aged man with the gray beard even curled his lip and said:
"The imperial court? Kid, you actually dare to use the imperial court to scare us? Do you think we're scared? Don't you know how many years Wudang has existed? When have we ever cared about the imperial court?"
Even though the Ming Dynasty is very powerful now, it can't control the martial arts world or the Jianghu (江湖, the martial arts world). The affairs of our Jianghu are none of the government's business, let alone in this place.
So stop trying to scare people with the imperial court!
Zhu Yunwen's expression also turned slightly unpleasant. Judging from his tone, it seemed that this so-called Jianghu, this so-called martial arts world, had its own system and did not take the laws of the country seriously at all.
It's important to understand that in the Ming Dynasty today, it's practically impossible for anyone to provoke others on the street or in any public place.
Or rather, they would attack others, but these martial arts practitioners seemed to completely disregard this.
Their previous duel was just a friendly exchange, so that was fine. But the dozen or so Wudang disciples who followed clearly intended to take revenge on Zhu Yuntong and Zhao Qingzhu.
These three middle-aged Taoist priests are clearly doing the same thing.
So Zhu Yunwen stood up, looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest, and said:
So what do you want?
Zhu Yunwen now only wants to figure out one thing: whether the Jianghu and the martial arts world have their own system.
Upon hearing Zhu Yunwen's words, the middle-aged Taoist priest coldly replied:
"Of course, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget. Then you'll kneel down, kowtow to Wudang, and apologize. Ideally, you'll also have a public duel with my disciple, and you must lose. That will be the end of it. Otherwise…"
Zhu Yunwen's face darkened:
"Otherwise what?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest snorted and said:
"Otherwise, you won't even know how you died..."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunwen's face darkened completely. After thinking for a moment, he said:
"This martial world seems to be a dark one. Your so-called sects and gangs seem to be no different from criminal gangs."
After saying this, Zhu Yunwen made up his mind: the Ming Dynasty was so beautiful, its system was so perfect, and its court was dedicated to the country and its people.
The martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty could not be allowed to develop into a completely different system.
It's time to discipline them; we can't let them act like this, running rampant and above the law.
As long as one is part of the Ming Dynasty, as long as one is on the territory of the Ming Dynasty, one must abide by the laws of the Ming Dynasty and must never act recklessly.
Furthermore, they cannot use the excuse of the underworld to implement their own system and rules that disregard the law.
Having made up his mind, Zhu Yunwen took a deep breath and looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest, saying:
"Everything you just said is absolutely impossible. If you want to attack me, then go ahead and try."
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