Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 1
A round of red sun slowly rises from the end of the sky. At the beginning, it was only a warm orange color, and it looked hazy under the cover of clouds and mists in the mountains.

After a while, a ray of golden light tore through the clouds, and the sun began to show its brilliance, everything between the heaven and the earth restrained its color, allowing its golden light to fill its body!

Zhang Sanfeng's snow-white Taoist robe, snow-white beard, and snow-white hair were also reflected golden.

Zhang Sanfeng retracted his fists slowly, his fluttering sleeves also sank accordingly, and the mist that originally flew with his sleeves also slowly dissipated.The cliff in front of Lao Dao was exposed.

It turned out that he was practicing on a hanging rock protruding from the mountain.If it were an ordinary person, they would be blown away by the strong wind in the mountains just standing here, let alone practicing boxing and kung fu with horse stances.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the golden peaks illuminated by the light of the sky. Although he had seen them for 80 or [-] years, he always felt different feelings every time. The wind, the sea, and the fog follow each other, the fist moves and the clouds rise, and the feet fall and the wind blows. It seems that the whole world is responding to him, accompanying him to practice boxing, and cheering him up.

Is this the realm of the unity of man and nature?

Zhang Sanfeng thought so.

He knows that he has embarked on a completely different path. On this path, he is a pioneer, a pioneer, and a lone traveler.

He hopes that in his lifetime, he can leave a little thought for his apprentice, for Wudang, and for the entire Jianghu martial arts world.

Let the people in this ten thousand zhang river and lake no longer be obsessed with hatred, but have a more hopeful goal.

Just at this time, Zhang Sanfeng heard a rush of footsteps from a distance, the sound seemed close but far away, if he wanted to get to him, he estimated that it would take a long time.

So the old Taoist shook his Taoist robe and walked towards the source of the voice.

But he said that the mountain is high and the road is steep, and it is difficult to walk under his feet, but Zhang Sanfeng made a mistake in this sentence, I saw that although his steps were light, he was not in a hurry.But every time it hits the ground, it can float far away, but when it encounters a steep place that goes straight up and down, it doesn't stop and flies down.There was no support for the body in mid-air, but the speed of the fall suddenly decreased, as if a feather fell from the sky, fluttering without gravity.

Zhang Sanfeng walked faster and faster, and he could already clearly hear the voice of the visitor.

"Master! Master!"

It's Cuishan.

Zhang Sanfeng realized that the person who came was his apprentice Zhang Cuishan.He has accepted 7 disciples in his life, each of them is extremely talented, and each has a different personality, and they are all quite famous.

The boss, Song Yuanqiao, is mature and prudent, and he is upright. In recent years, he has been in charge of Wudang Mountain's affairs, big and small, and he can handle them properly, which convinces everyone.

Although Yu Lianzhou, the second child, is taciturn, he hates evil like an enemy, works hard, and especially improves his skills.In recent years, Song Yuanqiao was busy with Wudang affairs, but his kung fu was gradually surpassed by the second child. In terms of kung fu, he should be the head of the seven Wudang masters.

The youngest, Yu Daiyan, is anxious for justice, has a bright personality, just likes to meddle in other people's business, and often causes disasters, but everyone in the rivers and lakes give him face, and he is good at himself, so he didn't create any big troubles. On the contrary, his fame is getting bigger and bigger.

The fourth brother, Zhang Songxi, is not tall, but he is wise and capable, and his brain is the best. When people in Wudang encounter difficult problems, they often ask him for advice.

The sixth son, Yin Liting, is the most handsome, so he can play with a sword, and his swordsmanship should be the best among the seven.However, he has been a little out of mind recently, and he is limp when practicing swords. He looks like spring, and he doesn't know whose girl he has set his eyes on.

The seventh son, Mo Shenggu, was a 12-year-old boy with a beard and a beard. He was just at the age when he was annoyed by dogs. Thinking of him made his head grow bigger.

Among the seven disciples, only the fifth one, Zhang Cuishan, is the most intelligent, with high comprehension, both civil and military skills, and good handwriting.In terms of martial arts, his achievements may be the highest in the future.

Well, it's just that I'm a bit pedantic, just like the old Taoist when I was young.

Hahaha.

Thinking of this, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but feel joy in his heart, he is a monk and has no heirs.But the seven apprentices are just like their own sons, saying that they are masters and apprentices, and they love each other like father and son.

There is no father who does not want his child to become a talent, and his apprentice to strive for himself. When it comes to the Wudang Seven Heroes in the world, there is no one who does not give a thumbs up and say a hero.

This makes the old man more happy than others boasting about himself.

Especially the eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao's wife Ling Xueyan is about to give birth recently, and Wudang Mountain will soon usher in the third generation.

Thinking of this, Lao Dao suddenly felt refreshed, and his pace quickened a bit.

At this time, Zhang Cuishan's footsteps could already be heard, using the same light body technique, running like a veteran.

Zhang Cuishan saw a white shadow floating down the mountain from a distance, and stopped calling Master, instead shouted: "My sister-in-law is giving birth! Master, my sister-in-law is giving birth!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Cuishan felt the wind blowing all around him, suddenly heard a whistling, and a white shadow landed beside him, he took a closer look to see if it was his teacher or who it was.

Zhang Cuishan was startled, just now his mentor was still far away, he could only see a white figure vaguely, how come he suddenly came beside him.

Master's kung fu is getting better and better!

Zhang Cuishan secretly thought.

Zhang Sanfeng grabbed Zhang Cuishan's hand and asked, "I gave birth! A boy or a girl?"

As soon as the voice fell, the old man's white beard and white robe slowly fell off.

Zhang Cuishan hurriedly replied: "Not yet, but Mrs. Wen has already entered the room. Eldest brother is running around in a hurry, fourth elder brother asked me to come to you."

"go!"

Before Zhang Cuishan finished speaking, the old Taoist was already grabbing his arm and walking towards Yuxu Palace at the foot of the mountain.

Along the way, Zhang Cuishan felt the wind pouring into his ears, and he couldn't even open his eyes. He barely opened them to look at the road, but tears flowed down his face in no time.

So the old Taoist used his internal strength to protect him, and he was barely able to open his mouth to speak.

"Brother said that my sister-in-law felt the fetus move violently this morning at Yinshi (3-5am), and her abdominal pain was even more unbearable at Maoshi. Fortunately, Mrs. Wen came over a few days ago and lived next door. I heard my sister-in-law crying for pain , Immediately throw the eldest brother out of the room, it has been almost an hour now."

"Well, your sister-in-law already has kung fu and is physically strong, so there shouldn't be any problems."

At this time, both of them had lost interest in talking, and the urgency in their hearts made their pace a little faster.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhang Sanfeng brought his disciples to the Yuxu Palace at the foot of the mountain.

Originally, everyone in Wudang lived on the mountain, and the Yuxu Palace at the foot of the mountain was reserved for believers to worship and pay tribute.But considering the coldness on the mountain, it is not as convenient as the downhill, so the couple moved to live down the mountain a month ago.

The old Taoist ignored the greetings from the Taoist boy along the way, and went straight to the room where Song Yuanqiao and his wife lived.

At this moment, there were already a group of people waiting anxiously outside the door, and Song Yuanqiao even changed his demeanor of being the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang in the past, squatting at the door, every time he heard his wife screaming in pain, he hurriedly looked inside.When I found that I couldn't see anything, I walked around the door anxiously, rubbing my hands back and forth, and my eyes were bloodshot.

Seeing their mentor coming, everyone hurriedly stood up and saluted. Song Yuanqiao walked to the old Taoist side and called out in a low voice: "Master, Xueyan..."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't speak, he touched his disciple's forehead, and a wave of true energy flowed over.

Song Yuanqiao suddenly felt warm all over his body, and his mood eased.

"Snow geese already have martial arts, and their bones are strong. Auspicious people have their own appearance, so don't worry." The old Taoist comforted his disciples.

"Ah."

Zhang Sanfeng's arrival seemed like a single log had been pierced into the turbulent lake surface, which immediately calmed down the turbulent lake surface.

While everyone was waiting anxiously, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly frowned, looked up at the northwest sky, and frowned slightly.

Zhang Songxi noticed Master's actions and asked, "What's wrong, Master?"

The old man shook his head and didn't speak.

Zhang Songxi didn't ask any more questions, and turned his gaze to the room where the tragic call came out again.

After all, Ling Xueyan had practiced kung fu, her body was in good shape, and the pain she heard seemed full of energy.

Song Yuanqiao clenched his fists, wishing he could go in and replace his wife.

Mo Shenggu said in a rough voice: "Why haven't you come out yet? Nothing will happen, right?" While talking, he turned his head to the third brother beside him.

Yu Daiyan slapped him hard on the back of the head, making Mo Shenggu stagger.

"Where is so much nonsense!"

Mo Shenggu rubbed the back of his head and said aggrievedly: "I'm not in a hurry. My sister-in-law must be in pain when she yells so loudly. It sounds uncomfortable to me."

Among the Seven Heroes, because of his young age, Mo Shenggu couldn't be called a Hero at first, that is to say, people in the rivers and lakes gave him face, and they were collectively called Seven Heroes.He is Zhang Sanfeng's youngest disciple, and like Yin Liting, his martial arts are passed down by Song Yuanqiao, so he has the best relationship with the elder brother.

Especially Mo Shenggu, who was young at first, Ling Xueyan also took care of him the most, and he also regarded Ling Xueyan as both his wife and mother.

Hearing Ling Xueyan's cry of pain, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and couldn't suppress his irritability, jumping up and down.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly raised his head to look at the southwest sky again, with a pair of white eyebrows furrowed.

Zhang Songxi soon noticed Master's actions again, and looked up at the distant sky.

The newborn sun hangs in the sky, and before it reaches the climax, it already has a radiant majesty that cannot be seen directly.

There is no cloud in the sky, and the clear sky is blue and blue.

Other than that, Zhang Songxi didn't see anything, not even a bird.

Suddenly, he noticed that Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou were also looking up at the sky, all looking in the same direction, with the same brows furrowed, and there seemed to be doubts on their faces.

Then, Zhang Songxi heard a faint and sharp voice coming from a distance.He practiced his kung fu at Tinggong acupoint, and only then did he hear it clearly.

The voice changed from faint and sharp to a piercing scream.

The sound was like the sound of him throwing a dart with great strength, but it was more than seven or eight times louder.

Is someone throwing darts?No, throwing darts won't be so loud!Or is there an enemy who took the opportunity to attack?What's more wrong, the master is still nearby, whoever came to sneak attack at this time, isn't it courting death?

When Zhang Songxi was thinking about it, the rest of Wudang people also heard that voice, the voice was so loud that it even overwhelmed Ling Xueyan's cry of pain.

The next moment, everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and the two shadows, one white and one blue, collided and separated at the touch of a touch.

When I looked again, I saw that Zhang Sanfeng was already standing on the roof, and a long sword was stabbed under everyone's feet with a "bang".

Then a scream went from far to near, from high to low, and disappeared in an instant, never to be heard again.

At the same time, the sound of a baby crying came from the room.

"Wow~Wow~Wow~"

Everyone just woke up like a dream, Song Yuanqiao hurriedly ran to the house, the rest of the people did not dare to enter the house, but gathered around the long sword, watching the sword falling from the sky, talking a lot.

Zhang Sanfeng fell from the roof and came to the side of the crowd, and the crowd consciously got out of the way of their long swords.

Mo Shenggu was the most impatient, and asked, "Did you accidentally fall from the top of the mountain?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the long sword, thinking that he had pinched the tip of the sword with his fingertips just now, and felt the long sword struggling like a spirit snake. He couldn't do it before throwing it out, after all, his fingers were no match for the sword.

Yu Lianzhou said: "This sword looks familiar?"

The old Taoist said teasingly: "Of course it looks familiar, this sword is the treasure of Emei."

"Yi Tian Sword!"

　After studying for seventeen years, Fang Sheng is courageous.Swipe a pen and write a book, don't ask for future.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)