Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 167
"No." Song Qingshu saw those yellow-clothed guards leaving together, he was anxious and worried, and couldn't help blurting out.As soon as this sentence came out, everyone cast their eyes.

Zhao Min even smiled and looked at Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu was anxious, how could he lose his sense of propriety, revealing his thoughts without a doubt, this action exposed his weakness, his weakness, it was Zhou Zhiruo, Miss Zhou of the Emei School.

Song Qingshu stood up with the support of the pillar, and said aggressively: "All of you dignified men of seven feet, many of them are seniors who have been famous for a long time, why would you embarrass some women?"

Zhao Min giggled, pointed at herself with slender white jade fingers and said, "I'm not a man, I'm just a little girl. Ever since I met Miss Zhou from the Emei School, she's slim and graceful, she's really beautiful like a fairy. It is because of her excessive beauty that I will scratch her face or cut off her fingers, so that she will not be able to hold her head up for the rest of her life."

"You have such a vicious heart." Song Qingshu looked at Zhao Min and gritted his teeth.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"You..." Seeing that she didn't take it as an insult, Song Qingshu still took it as a special one. He raised his eyes and saw that all the guards in yellow clothes had left, as if they were going to the White Pagoda to bring Zhou Zhiruo over.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu stood up and shouted: "What do you want me to do, so I won't embarrass Zhiruo."

"If I knew this earlier, why bother. Not only do I have to cooperate obediently, but I also get beaten for nothing." Lu Zhangke sighed.

Song Qingshu's eyes were firm and resolute, he was silent, and ignored Lu Zhangke. After a while, he said again: "As long as you don't make things difficult for Zhiruo, I will participate in the competition."

Zhao Min's eyeballs rolled around, flashing a sly light, she ordered the guards to stop, and said to Song Qingshu: "I heard that the Wudang School's swordsmanship is profound and ingenious, I have long wanted to experience it, and today I can get my wish. "

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Min laughed again: "I said today that if I don't cut your fingers, it won't change. But if there are no rules, I'm afraid you won't try your best to compete with us. We might as well change the rules. You If you win against the three of us, I will not invite Ms. Zhou to come over. If you lose, it will be Ms. Zhou's turn to appear next. You are satisfied with this rule."

"You..." Song Qingshu saw that Zhao Min had bet on Zhou Zhiruo, and at this time he had lost all his internal strength, and the outcome was hard to tell.He would rather cut off his own finger than to get Miss Zhou involved. Right now, he is stuck, so he has no choice but to fight to the death.

Of course Song Qingshu knew what Zhao Min and others were up to, but for Zhiruo, he would not lose.Song Qingshu clenched his fists tightly, and there was determination and death in his eyes, he would never lose!

"Okay." Song Qingshu said in a high voice.Immediately someone presented a wooden sword, Song Qingshu lowered his head, quickly took the wooden sword, gestured twice in his hand, then looked up at his opponent, ready to fight.

Song Qingshu deserves to be the No. 1 disciple of Wudang three generations. His swordsmanship is fierce and mighty at times, and soft around his fingers at other times. The rapid and complicated changes in sword moves are breathtaking.

Wu Xian hid among the crowd, his face with thick eyebrows and big eyes showed a bit of contemplation, his right hand was quietly hidden in the sleeve robe to refer to the sword, his fingers changed rapidly, and he quickly memorized Song Qingshu's sword moves.

The monk in the end was extremely cautious from the very beginning, he kept in mind the words of the two elders Xuanming, he won this battle, he just needs to defend the gate and use more Wudang sword moves.The iron staff in the fan monk's hand was like a black dragon, and the iron staff wrapped around his body flexibly. He separated Song Qingshu's wooden sword several times.

Finally, when the two competed to the core, Song Qingshu forgot everything and only had one thought in his mind, that is to defeat the person in front of him.Four strokes, the iron staff of the fan monk swept across, the strong wind shone, and the red candle on the right side of the hall suddenly went out.

There is no hiding place in this stance, but Song Qingshu's swordsmanship is excellent, in the stance "swallow copying water", the direction of the wooden sword is turned sharply, and it is cut lightly, just like a light swallow skimming the water, cutting it up against an iron rod, that is The finger of the fan holding the stick was cut off, and he felt numb in the acupuncture points of the tiger's mouth, he couldn't hold it right away, when the iron stick fell to the ground with a bang, the green bricks turned and shards flew.

As soon as Song Qingshu closed the wooden sword, he stepped out leisurely, took three steps back lightly, and said coldly: "You lost." Everyone knows that if the wooden sword is replaced by a sharp sword, if this sword is cut off, eight of the monk's legs will be cut off. The fingers are all broken, and the battle is lost.

Those monks lost under Song Qingshu's hands, they felt shameless and said: "I lost." Then they stopped talking and retreated angrily.

Zhao Min's eyes were like a pool of crystal clear lake water, like the soft spring wind, sweeping over the people present, and accidentally met Wu Xian's eyes, Wu Xian nodded slightly, Zhao Min immediately understood Wu Xian's meaning.

She stepped on the light yellow satin shoes on the short table, and lightly tapped the toes on the ground again. Obviously, she was very serious in watching the battle before, and she said in a clear voice like an oriole: "Next, Mahabas will play, I must do my best!" Do your best, don't let Song Shaoxia underestimate you."

"Yes." There was a resounding voice like a bell, and then the man stepped forward, and saw two heavy sabers around his waist, and his arms were thick, as thick as an ordinary person's thighs, it can be seen that he has extremely strong hands. the power of.

As soon as Mahabas came on the stage, the two Jie Dao danced like two fish with silver bellies. Under the candlelight in the main hall, the light of the sword was so dazzling that you couldn't look directly at it.

Song Qingshu used the Wudang soft sword, the sword was full of meaning, and the drizzle came. The wooden sword cut horizontally and vertically, pierced obliquely, and the sword technique was like splashing water. Zhigang, Maha Baskong possesses brute strength, under Song Qingshu's soft sword's continuous offensive like a surging river, he can only be tired of coping and avoiding the edge.

Song Qingshu thought about Zhou Zhiruo, and his swordsmanship broke through the usual shackles and reached a higher level, giving up life and forgetting death, having a sword without self. Finally, Song Qingshu stabbed 38 times in a row, caught Mahabas and jumped up to lift him up. With sharp feet, sharp eyes and quick hands, he slashed across Mahabas's waist with a sword, knocked him flying, and won another round.

Seeing that Song Qingshu lost two people in a row, everyone admired him, he is worthy of being the No. 1 disciple of Wudang Three Generations, and worthy of the reputation of "Mengchang with Jade Face".

At this time, Song Qingshu was out of breath and felt quite out of breath. Obviously, without using internal force, he only relied on physical brute force to fight several rounds with the two masters of the palace, which was extremely exhausting.

Song Qingshu swallowed heavily, looked up at Zhao Min and said, "We have won two games now, and the third game, please enlighten me."

(End of this chapter)