Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 140 Centennial Birthday - The End

For a long time, there was no words in Zixiao Palace, and everyone was silent. Looking at the three corpses on the ground, Guan Neng and Tang Wenliang of the Kongtong School, and Xian Yutong, the head of the Huashan School, were all on the day of Zhang Sanfeng's [-]th birthday. Killed, and the murderer was just a young man who had not yet reached the crown.

Since then, no one thinks that Wudang's decline or rumors originated from Shaolin, but only one of the Wudang Seven Heroes beat the two great monks of the Shaolin School into dog heads, and Song Qingshu, a disciple of the third generation, fought against Shaolin Kongwen and Shaolin. Emei Jingxuan, at the same time, was so bold that he directly killed the head of the Huashan School and the second of the Kongtong Five Elders. Although he said he would leave Wudang, from today onwards, there is probably no sect in the entire Jianghu who dares to have a heart-to-heart with Wudang up.

"Yuanqiao, let's see off the guests." The old Taoist broke the silence. With so many things happening on his birthday, he had already lost the mind to hold any banquet.

"It's Master." Song Yuanqiao and the others replied, and then arranged for the disciples to see off the guests.

Some people from the Jianghu wanted to leave a long time ago, but they left due to the bad situation. At this moment, when they heard the old man speak, they walked out without waiting for anyone to invite them.

The three elders of Kongtong and the disciples of the Huashan sect restrained the corpses of their brothers and master, and were about to leave, but they were stopped by Song Yuanqiao. Both Kongtong and Huashan looked at Song Yuanqiao with hatred, and the fourth of the five elders of Kongtong often said sharply : "What, is Song Daxia planning to wipe out my Kongtong faction?"

As soon as he said this, all the disciples of the Huashan School looked at Song Yuanqiao with some concern.

I saw Song Yuanqiao shook his head, bowed to everyone and said: "Song is incompetent, and he raised a son like this. He will come to the house someday to apologize and let him deal with it."

After he finished speaking, the faces of the people in Kongtong and Huashan became better.

Song Qingshu heard the words and said, "I want to see, who dares to deal with it."

Huashan disciples said one after another: "Don't dare, Daxia Song is polite." After saying that, they carried Xian Yutong's body and walked out quickly.

Chang Jingzhi snorted coldly, stopped talking, and walked out with Guan Neng's body on his back, leaving a bright red bloodstain along the way, Zong Weixia carried Tang Wenliang's body on his back, and the fifth child held Guan Neng's Head, a group of people left the Zixiao Palace and headed down the mountain, not to mention the Huashan faction, the killing of the head is bound to cause chaos, and maybe it will even become silent because of it.

The Kongtong faction has no head, and the five elders of Kongtong were in charge. Now Guan Neng and Tang Wenliang, who are the most powerful, are dead. It is still unknown whether the remaining three elders can suppress the disciples in the faction.

It can be said that Song Qingshu has changed the situation of the entire arena with his own power. If Wudang can take this opportunity to develop his power, his strength will definitely rise to a higher level, but it is a pity that Wudang does not seem to have this plan.

Song Yuanqiao then walked up to Kongwen and Jingxuan, and confessed in turn.

Kong Wen said to Song Yuanqiao: "Your son's skill is so high that poor monks can't match it, but his heart and nature are not correct. This is a catastrophe. I hope Song Daxia will teach you well."

Song Yuanqiao nodded in agreement.

Kong Wen turned around and prepared to leave, he seemed to have forgotten to say goodbye to the old Taoist, the old Taoist sat on the chair, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep.

"Xiaofu, let's go." Mrs. Jingxuan said to Ji Xiaofu who was on the side. At this moment, Ji Xiaofu and Yin Liting were talking to each other. People in Wudang and Emei knew the relationship between the two, and they didn't think it was strange. Jingxuan Xuan Shitai didn't bother the two of them, and didn't greet Ji Xiaofu until it was time to leave.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Ji Xiaofu couldn't help but blushed, jumped to the side of Mrs. Jingxuan like a rabbit, and quickly walked out of Zixiao Palace, not daring to look back at Yin Liting before leaving.

Yin Liting kept watching Ji Xiaofu leave, until he was about to lose sight, and suddenly shouted at the door of the Three Gates Hall, "Xiaofu, I will go find you in a few days!"

He spoke in a loud voice, and immediately everyone present looked over. Ji Xiaofu heard it from a distance, and staggered, then quickened his pace and went down the mountain.

What Yin Liting did made Wudang disciples put smiles on their faces, especially Mo Shenggu and Zhang Songxi looked at him with smirks.

Soon, only Wudang people remained in the entire Zixiao Palace.

"Qingshu, kneel down!" Song Yuanqiao couldn't bear it anymore, and roared angrily.

Song Qingshu knelt down as he said, but he was tall and straight, looking at his father with burning eyes.

Song Yuanqiao lamented: "Do you know how much disaster you caused Wudang today?!"

Song Qingshu said: "A disaster? I think it's a good thing."

"Come, come! Tell me, what's so good about it?!" Song Yuanqiao laughed angrily.

Song Qingshu smiled and said: "From then on, no one dared to say that Wudang originated from Shaolin, or that Wudang declined. Isn't this a good thing?"

"Stop arguing! You're making excuses! Why do I need to kill someone to pass on my name to Wudang? If I kill someone of the same kind, how do you make people in the world think of Wudang?" Song Yuanqiao took a sharp step forward, stretching out his hand as if wanting to punch Song Qingshu, But hesitantly withdrew his hand.

Song Qingshu said calmly: "Father wants to hit me, just hit me. I have ruined the reputation and chivalry that my father has maintained in the Jianghu for many years. I have made Wudang ashamed and made enemies. I should fight."

Seeing that he was such a bachelor, Song Yuanqiao immediately felt a little angry, but he didn't know how to teach him a lesson.

At this time, the old Taoist suddenly said: "After going to Yuanqiao, you can't beat Qingshu, who should show those appearances?"

When Song Yuanqiao heard what the master said, he seemed to think of something, and said angrily: "That's right! You dare to do something to your great-grandfather, are you really unkind and unfilial?!"

Song Qingshu said: "Father, do you think I can beat my grandfather?"

Song Yuanqiao froze, although he hadn't seen his mentor make a move for a long time, but with Song Qingshu's kung fu, he was far from Zhang Sanfeng's opponent, he suddenly figured out something, and looked at the old man in shock.

When the Wudang Seven Heroes at the side heard this, except for Mo Shenggu and Yin Liting, they all looked at the old man.

"Master, did you acquiesce in this matter?" Yu Lianzhou couldn't believe it. He has always been kind, and seeing his nephew suddenly kill someone today, he wanted to stop it, but Tang Wenliang and the others are also to blame. Let's do it. Song Qingshu is Song Yuanqiao's son after all. He felt that he had crossed the line with his actions, so he had to resist the urge to do so. Hearing what Song Qingshu said suddenly, he thought it was his mentor who respected him like a god and loved him like a father and son, instigating his nephew. It was extremely difficult for him to accept the murder of his son.

The old Taoist shook his head and said, "How is it possible? Your master was attacked by his disciple and grandson. I didn't know anything when Qing Shu killed someone." Only the old man knows.

Zhang Songxi looked at his master in deep thought. He was sure that when Qingshu killed someone, his master had the ability to stop him, but why he didn't stop him is beyond his own ability to guess, but if he kills, he kills it. .

The old Taoist asked Song Qingshu at this moment: "Qingshu, what you said just now is true?"

Song Qingshu nodded: "Really!"

The old Taoist nodded and said: "Okay. From today on, you can go down the mountain."

As soon as the old Taoist said this, Song Yuanqiao on the side was shocked at first, and Ling Xueyan rushed out from the back of the hall, hugged Song Qingshu and pleaded with the old Taoist.

"Master, Xueyan begs you, don't drive Qing Shu out of the school, Qing Shu is just a child!"

Song Yuanqiao also opened his mouth and said: "Yes, Master, after all, Qingshu is young, and the disciple will discipline him well. Please take back your life. As for the Huashan Kongtong, if you want to take revenge, free disciples will bear it all, and will never implicate Wudang. Yes! Master."

The old Taoist looked at Ling Xueyan and said, "Xueyan, in your eyes, is Master that kind of person who is afraid of heartlessness? Yuanqiao, is Master that kind of person who is afraid of things?"

Ling Xueyan snotted and cried: "But, but didn't you let Qingshu go down the mountain?"

The old Taoist sighed and said: "Qing Shu said that he would leave Wudang, but the old Taoist would never agree. The reason why I let him go down the mountain is because the mountain of Wudang can't hold him anymore."

"Go Qingshu, let's go down the mountain. With your kung fu, there are not many people in this Jianghu who can threaten you. Just take a closer look and see what is going on in this Jianghu? See what the world is like!" the old Taoist looked at. Looking at the floating clouds outside the hall.

"By the way, don't forget to bring a Wudang sword."

After Song Qingshu heard this, he suddenly fell down and knocked his forehead heavily on the blue bricks. He didn't use zhenqi to protect his body, and his forehead turned red after three or two strokes, with blood oozing faintly.

"Qingshu is reckless, he failed his grandfather, failed his father, failed his second uncle, and committed murder." Song Qingshu buried his head on the ground and said, "Qingshu will travel all over the world to find the answer in his heart, and then Qingshu will return to Wudang , Apologize to grandpa, parents, and uncles!"

After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu stood up abruptly, drew his sword back with a wave of his hand, then turned and left.

Ling Xueyan watched Song Qingshu leave with tears in his eyes, and Song Yuanqiao also had a sad expression. As for the others, they felt more of a sense of accomplishment from watching their children grow up and going out to make a living.

Yu Daiyan said at this time: "Qingshu's future will not be limited to Wudang, let him go."

"Yeah." The others nodded in agreement.

Zhang Wuji, who was embraced by Yin Susu, looked at Song Qingshu's leaving figure with eyes full of stars, and his heart was overwhelmed. For the first time, he had the idea of ​​wanting to practice martial arts seriously, so he couldn't help but raised his head and asked Yin Susu: "Mom, I can also be like you in the future." Is Brother Qingshu that powerful?"

Yin Susu chuckled and said: "As long as Wuji practice hard with his grandfather and uncles, he will be as powerful as Brother Qingshu in the future."

"En!" Zhang Wuji nodded heavily, and made an oath in his heart to practice martial arts seriously.

"Hey, where is Yaoqin?" Zhang Songxi asked suddenly, and everyone looked around, only to realize that Yang Yaoqin had disappeared at some point.

Yin Liting smiled and said: "Need to say? Where is Qingshu, Yaoqin is there."

"Oh!" Everyone smiled, and pictures of various warm boys and girls appeared in their minds.

At this moment, Zhang Songxi suddenly pointed to the circles of weapons outside Zixiao Palace and asked: "Master, what should we do with those weapons?"

Everyone looked at it one after another, and saw that there were still rows and rows of weapons inserted in the place Song Qingshu called "Xiejian Pond". Some of the weapons were taken away, but most of them remained where they were. Ordinary weapons, but still give people the feeling of a collection of treasures.

The old Taoist looked at the weapons and said: "To enter Wudang Mountain, first pass through Jiejian Pond. Then get out of Jiejian Pond. I, Wudang, can't enter easily."

Everyone nodded in agreement, after this battle, Wudang's statement will surely spread far and wide, and they are not afraid of what other people will say.

At this moment, a rush of footsteps came suddenly, accompanied by an eager roar: "Master! Uncle! Uncle! It's not good!"

(End of this chapter)