Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 13

In the twinkling of an eye, it is the ninth day of April, and the mulberry flowers on Wudang Mountain are all over the mountains and plains, staining this blessed place with clouds and rosy clouds, and the whole Wudang Mountain becomes gentle and romantic.

Today is the [-]th birthday of Zhang Sanfeng, the head of the Wudang School. The whole Wudang Mountain is covered with red and colorful colors, and has been refurbished by the disciples. Everyone puts on brand new clothes. It is rare that there is no morning class today. All the disciples are playing in groups of twos and threes .

Although the sects in the martial arts school were not notified according to the request of the old Taoist, the sects that had good relations with Wudang sent people to send congratulatory gifts, and the sects with higher status in the sect personally congratulated them.

The whole Wudang Mountain is immersed in a peaceful and festive atmosphere.

Song Qingshu was also carefully dressed up by Ling Xueyan. He was dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe that fitted him—this was Song Qingshu’s favorite dress—embroidered with beautiful mountains and rivers and a black universe. He wore a jade pendant from Yu Daiyan on his waist. They were neatly put behind their heads, tied into a ponytail with an indigo-colored silk rope, and looked very energetic and beautiful.

The only shortcoming may be his indifferent expression, which makes people look different from mortals, and his stern temperament is like a fairy boy in the heaven, he can only be seen from a distance, not profane.

"Has Third Uncle come back?" His clear and sharp voice sounded.

Ling Xueyan patted Song Qingshu's butt lightly and said: "Third uncle, third uncle, you only have your third uncle in your heart, I don't think you should call me mother anymore, go and be your third uncle's son."

Song Qingshu turned around and gently put his arms around her waist: "That won't work, I am your son, and no one can take it away."

Only then did Ling Xueyan turn his anger into joy, pinched his son's little face, and said happily: "Your third uncle must have stumbled on the road, but he will definitely come back on such an important day. "

Song Qingshu walked towards Zixiao Palace.

The outer disciples who met along the way greeted him one after another, calling him senior brother.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu saw Ren Laifeng on the mountain road not far away, accompanied by several men and women who did not look like Wudang disciples, and they were all eleven or twelve years old. At this moment, he was talking loudly to those men and women .

Song Qingshu walked in and heard what Ren Laifeng was talking about was exactly what Zhang Sanfeng crushed hundreds of broken swords into iron balls two years ago.

It turned out that the people around Ren Laifeng were disciples of several sects and martial arts families who had good relations with Wudang, and this time they also came with the elders of the family to celebrate Zhang Sanfeng's birthday, but they saw that on the mountain wall of Yuxu Palace. When someone asked about the solid iron ball embedded in the mountain, Ren Laifeng gave them an exaggerated interpretation.

Song Qingshu knew Ren Laifeng's character, and was very curious about how he was allowed to receive disciples from other sects, wouldn't he be afraid of ruining Wudang's reputation?
In fact, Liu Sipiao was originally responsible for visiting Wudang with these young disciples, but Liu Sipiao couldn't resist Ren Laifeng's request, so she asked him to accompany them.

However, one of Ren Laifeng's greatest advantages is that he doesn't stand in the cold. No matter what people ask him, he can talk non-stop, no matter whether it is true or not, it makes these people stunned.

Everyone was engrossed in listening, and they didn't notice Song Qingshu's arrival. It wasn't until Song Qingshu spoke that his unique voice woke everyone up.

"Ren Laifeng, can you see Third Uncle?" Song Qingshu asked, his clear voice could not be suppressed even by Ren Laifeng's loud voice, and it was clearly heard by everyone.

Everyone was startled, and turned their heads in unison, only to see a five or six-year-old child on the mountain road away, wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, with neatly combed hair, especially the cold appearance, In the early morning sunshine, it looks like a fairy boy walking out of a painting, and people can't help but secretly praise him in his heart, what a delicate little Taoist boy.

Ren Laifeng also saw Song Qingshu not far away, and he couldn't help being startled, it would be a disaster if the senior brother heard his nonsense.

So he pushed away the wall of people, trotted two steps to Song Qingshu, and asked with a smile: "Eldest brother, where are you going?"

When the disciples of other sects heard Ren Laifeng call that Xiaodaotong as a senior brother, they couldn't help but wonder, how could such a young child be Ren Laifeng's senior brother?

Song Qingshu didn't answer Ren Laifeng's question first, but looked straight into his eyes.

Ren Laifeng was terrified when Song Qingshu saw it. It was these eyes that made me pee my pants in fright when I wanted to challenge Song Qingshu. From then on, whenever I saw Song Qingshu, I couldn't help avoiding his eyes. Those eyes seemed to have magical powers , Can see through the heart, see through the human skin.

Seeing Ren Laifeng lower his head, Song Qingshu asked again: "Did you see Third Uncle?"

Ren Laifeng hurriedly replied: "I just came up from the mountain, and I haven't seen the third master come back yet."

Song Qingshu frowned, he didn't pay any attention to Ren Laifeng, and he didn't even look at the disciples of other sects, the faint uneasiness in his heart made him go straight down the mountain.

But there is only one mountain road, and he had to pass through the group of disciples when he went down the mountain. Those people were so numerous that they blocked the narrow mountain road. They moved forward to block the mountain road even more tightly.

Among the disciples of other sects, the one who lives in seclusion in the leading position is none other than Dai Song, a disciple of the Huashan School. This time, he followed the elders of the Huashan School to come to Wudang Mountain to celebrate his birthday. Naturally, he was prepared to let him see the world and gain experience.

Anyone who can visit Wudang brother with the elders of the sect must be a smart and intelligent person. Dai Song did not despise Song Qingshu because he was young. In any case, the word "big brother" of the Wudang sect is enough for him to value. Brother is just a little doll.

So he clasped his fists together, with a smile on his face, and was about to speak, but inadvertently met Song Qingshu's eyes. The next moment, he saw two cold lights flashing in these eyes, which were like fine iron swords, straight Poke deep inside yourself.

In an instant, it was as if his soul had come out of his body, and he lost the slightest control over his body, and his soul was like stepping into an abyss, surrounded by white mist, so there was no way he could put any effort into it. He could only be passive and kept falling, which filled him with powerless fear!
As if a moment had passed, and it seemed as if a thousand years had passed, he suddenly felt the world shaking, and at the same time, it seemed that someone was calling his name.

He suddenly came to his senses, and saw Ren Laifeng shaking his arm, he suddenly wanted to cry, the feeling of being a human again made him suddenly understand the beauty of being human.

In fact, Ren Laifeng saw all this in his eyes. After all, he was also a victim of Song Qingshu. At the beginning, he was dissatisfied with Song Qingshu being the big brother, so he wanted to play tricks on this little doll and let him know who the big brother was. When Song Qingshu saw it like this, he almost peed his pants. Whoever tries it will know how it feels.

Seeing the disciples of these other sects also feel that feeling today, Ren Laifeng actually felt secretly refreshed, but he didn't show much on his face, instead he asked Dai Song with concern.

"Brother Dai, are you okay?"

People around Dai Song also asked him if he was okay. From their perspective, they could see that Dai Song took a step and then stood still. Song Qingshu walked past him, and the others saw that Dai Song did not make things difficult for Song Qingshu. , As long as he didn't want to offend Wudang, they all gave way to open the mountain road and let Song Qingshu go down the mountain.

But the strange thing was that Song Qingshu was already out of sight, and Dai Song was still standing still with his hands clasped together just now, so they surrounded him and asked him.

Among them, some people with impure thoughts still scolded him in their hearts, thinking that he had a hot face and a cold ass, and everyone left and was still handed over to others.

After Dai Song came back to his senses, he turned his head and looked deep into the mountain road. After looking for a long time, he talked with Ren Laifeng again with a smile on his face, as if nothing happened just now.

But only he himself knows how terrifying this big brother of the Wudang School, this five or six-year-old doll, is.

Besides, Song Qingshu didn't pay much attention to the turmoil just now, and using his eyes as a sword to deter the other party was just a subconscious behavior. He didn't want to delay his trip because of an outsider, and he couldn't even remember what the other party looked like , because it wasn't worth it to him.

He soon came to Yuxu Palace, which is the only way to go up the mountain. He asked the disciple guarding the gate, Yu Daiyan hadn't come back yet, which made him even more uneasy. Because of emotion and reason, Zhang Sanfeng's [-]th birthday, Yu Daiyan couldn't possibly If you don't go back to the mountain, you must be in trouble.But he didn't know where Yu Daiyan was now, so he could only be anxious.

What he didn't know was that a group of people and horses came down from Wudang Mountain at this time. The first few people were riding on the horses. The thread was embroidered with the four characters of Longmen Guards Bureau, and there was a burly man lying in the carriage, but at this time the man's face was gray and haggard, obviously poisoned.

The three leaders looked at the Wudang Mountains in the distance and chatted loudly. Suddenly, they rushed out from the mountain road at the west end and rushed towards the team of the Longmen Security Bureau.

The head of the bodyguard, Du Dajin, looked cold and stern, and shouted: "Come out, bodyguard!" Then he got off his horse.

Seeing everyone dismounting and surrounding the carriage behind him, Shi Zhu's two guards were standing on the left and right sides of Du Dajin, staring fixedly at the oncoming riders, thinking whether they were enemies or friends.

Soon the other party came in front of him, and Du Dajin saw that the other party had a group of six people, the first two were Taoist priests with yellow crowns, and the other four were dressed as ordinary people.

Among the two men dressed as mentors, one was tall and tall, and his loose clothes could not fully cover his gnarled muscles, but a black mole with three long hairs on his face made him look fierce and ugly, while the other was a A bald man with a sallow complexion.

Du Dajin clasped his fists and said, "Longmen Bodyguard Bureau of Lin'an Prefecture passed by Guibao Land, if there is anything wrong, please forgive me."

(End of this chapter)