Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 19

Coming out of Leshan, the two walked west all the way, and soon entered the territory of Emei.

If Wudang Mountain is a majestic and majestic man, then Emei Mountain is a beautiful and delicious girl. Emei has been known as "beautiful in the world" since ancient times. fascinated.

Zhang Sanfeng followed him all the way without saying a word, and after a while, he suddenly said to Song Qingshu: "Little Qingshu, do you know what is the most powerful thing about Emei?"

Song Qingshu shook his head and asked, "Is it a magic book?"

The old Taoist didn't answer him, but continued to walk forward. After walking out of a line of sky, the front suddenly opened up, and all the breath of life rushed over. The fragrance of flowers and grass mixed with the singing of insects and birds showed a sense of vitality.

The old Taoist said suddenly: "You will know soon."

Song Qingshu was startled when he heard it, and looked around, but found nothing powerful, so he couldn't help but think to himself, is there any master in ambush here?
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing. With a move of his right hand, a wet and hard object fell into his hand, about the size of a palm. When he looked carefully, it turned out to be an unfinished peach pit.

Probably seeing that it didn't hit the target, another peach pit flew from somewhere much faster than before. Song Qingshu didn't catch it with his hands this time, but dodged it, and then threw the peach pit back with his backhand .

"Aww!" The peach pit hit something and let out a cry of pain.

When Zhang Sanfeng saw that Song Qingshu had hit the opponent, he cried out inwardly, he made a quick step, and turned around the corner of the mountain to disappear, unexpectedly he didn't care about his disciple.

When Song Qingshu saw his great-grandfather leaving on his own, he felt at ease. He knew that if there was any danger, his great-grandfather would definitely not abandon him. Now that his great-grandfather has left by himself, it means that no one will pose a threat to him ——He thought it was the Emei senior who was playing with him.

However, immediately he didn't think so.

Song Qingshu saw a brown-yellow monkey slowly hanging down from the tree crown above his head, grinning at him, holding half a peach in his hand.

The monkey looked at him, and he looked at the monkey. He said, "You throw me once, and I throw you once. It's fair. If you miss the throw, it's because you are incapable. You can't blame others."

As if the monkey could understand what he said, it suddenly let out a shrill roar, and the hair on its body was flaring with anger.

It was the first time that Song Qingshu saw that monkeys were not afraid of people. There were also macaques in Wudang Mountain, but those monkeys had long been used to being bullied by the disciples on the mountain, and they never dared to grin at people. I didn't expect the monkeys in Emei to be so ferocious.

He didn't want to get acquainted with a monkey, so he was about to leave. Unexpectedly, the next moment he saw that the canopy above his head began to buzz and rinse, and monkeys emerged from the canopy one after another, densely packed for nearly four or five Ten monkeys surrounded him, and each monkey held peaches of different sizes.

Song Qingshu suddenly remembered what his great-grandfather said just now, and now he knows what the most powerful thing about Mount Emei is.

"It's his mother's hairy monkey!" He cursed in a low voice, and then jumped out with his head in his hands. As soon as his front feet were east, peaches were covered in place. These hairy monkeys are stronger than ordinary adults, and peaches smashed On the ground, the soft soil was smashed into a small hole.

So, Song Qingshu galloped all the way, the monkey chased him all the way, and Tao Zi followed closely all the way.

Finally, when the monkey group threw all the peaches out of their hands, Song Qingshu could no longer read.His clothes were covered with peach juice, his face, hair, and hands were covered with crushed peach crumbs, and some patches of skin on his hands were already blue and red. It was obvious that he had been smashed badly. The face was not injured, and the handsome appearance was preserved.

Hearing the triumphant cheers of the monkeys behind him, Song Qingshu suddenly laughed. It was a smile that cracked the ice, a smile that dissipated depression, and a smile that only belonged to children.

At this time, Song Qingshu showed the demeanor that a child should have. At this time, he dissipated the anger that had been suppressed in his heart since Yu Daiyan's accident. Get out of the tragedy.

After all, he is only a two-year-old child. Even if he is more mature, facing the tragedy of his loved ones, the shadows and traumas left in his heart, if he cannot be repaired and comforted in time, then the shadows and traumas will definitely be in his heart. Take root in my heart, waiting for the day when it breaks through the ground. At that time, the possibility of becoming a demon with a single thought will be far greater than the hope of becoming a Buddha with a single thought.

Fortunately, it all melted away.

Zhang Sanfeng in the distance couldn't help laughing when he saw his apprentice and grandson suddenly laughing out loud. The grandfather and grandson were on the mountain path, laughing loudly.

After a while, Zhang Sanfeng walked over to his apprentice and said, "Little Qingshu, go take a bath with Grandpa."

Song Qingshu looked at his messy clothes and nodded obediently.

So, under the scorching summer, on Mount Emei where there are many female disciples, Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu took a refreshing bath in this mountain spring.Of course, it was mainly Song Qingshu who was doing the washing, while the old Taoist just washed his face and feet, and dusted off his body.

After washing, Song Qingshu changed his clothes, tied his wet hair neatly behind his head, and tied it into a ponytail. His mother always wanted to tie two corners for him, but he was unwilling, so the ponytail became his ponytail. The symbol of the celestial being is gone, and he has returned to that fairy boy who is full of fairy spirit.

The two continued to climb up, and soon came to the reception hall. After telling the reception disciple Wudang Zhang Sanfeng to visit, they had a tea break under the arrangement of the reception disciple, and the reception disciple quickly went to inform the master.

Soon after receiving the disciples, he came back, followed by Mrs. Jingxuan who had been to Wudang before, Mrs. Jingxuan said to Zhang Sanfeng: "Really Zhang, the master welcomes you."

Song Qingshu was a little unhappy at once, Zhang Sanfeng, as the head of Wudang and a senior in Jianghu, has a deep relationship with the ancestor Guo Xiang of Emei, and you should greet him personally as the head of Emei, and now you only send Jingxuan to invite people, it's too much It's too big.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't take it seriously, he knew Juejue's temperament, he was a lonely and strong person, his eyes couldn't tolerate sand, and he had practiced Emei Jiuyang Kung Fu well, his temper was the most fiery and fierce, he also He didn't want to be as knowledgeable as a woman, and he was also a casual person himself, so it wasn't too strange, so he followed Jingxuan forward.

Jingxuan said as he walked: "I heard that Master Zhang came to Emei in person today. The head of the school specially ordered all the disciples to gather to receive Master Zhang. They are cleaning up the arrangement at the moment. Master Zhang is not welcome. Please don't be offended by Master Zhang."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed: "No wonder, no wonder, the old man is not so stingy."

Jingxuan looked at Song Qingshu again, and found that it was the child of the envoy Yitianjian, so he couldn't help but smiled at Song Qingshu, Song Qing was expressionless in his writing and pretended he didn't see it.

Jingxuan is not surprised either, he just treats the child as young and doesn't understand these etiquettes.

Soon, the three of them arrived outside the Puguang Hall, and saw many Emei female disciples separated on both sides, with a long red carpet in the middle, leading directly into the hall.

Song Qingshu took a closer look, and saw that Miejue Shitai was about 34 or [-] years old, dressed like a monk, and Mo Yang was very beautiful, but with thin lips and thin face, and two eyebrows drooping slightly, he looked a little special.

Master Juejue saw Zhang Sanfeng approaching, walked forward quickly, and said as she walked, "Master Zhang came to Emei in person, Juejue failed to meet him in person, please don't be offended by Master Zhang." Her voice was unexpectedly clear and beautiful, unlike her Song Qingshu was very surprised.

Zhang Sanfeng once told Song Qingshu some things about Emei. Miejin Shitai is the third generation head of Emei. His Emei swordsmanship is superb. Coupled with the blessing of Yitian Excalibur, there are few people in the world who can match him. A generation of women, but they are strong and hot-tempered, and they are upright. They don't like cult monsters the most, so it can be said that they will kill each other.It is said that this has something to do with Yang Xiao, the left envoy of the Demon Sect's Guangming, mad at her senior brother Gu Hongzi. Since Gu Hongzi's death, the extermination has become so severe, but Zhang Sanfeng doesn't want to talk about these martial arts grievances with his disciples.

Zhang Sanfeng and Miejue Shitai exchanged courtesies and walked into the hall, followed by Song Qingshu.

There are mostly female disciples in Emei, and of course there are also male disciples, but after Miejue became the head, the status of male disciples has declined day by day. On such occasions as today, male disciples don't even have the opportunity to show their faces.

Most of the female disciples around were young, and when they saw Song Qingshu's tender appearance, they all wanted to tease him, but Song Qingshu ignored him and entered the hall, which made the female disciples giggle, and was later dismissed by Master Jingxuan. After staring at him, he didn't dare to make a sound anymore.

Entering the main hall, Zhang Sanfeng and Miejue Shitai sat at the head, and Song Qingshu sat at the bottom of Zhang Sanfeng, looking at the Buddhist hall in front of him, comparing it with Wudang.

The first thing Miejue Shitai saw was not Zhang Sanfeng, but the sword on the old man's waist.This is the first time she has seen Yitianjian again since the Yitianjian suddenly flew away more than two years ago. Everyone in the world knows that the Juejian sword is superb, but without the blessing of the Yitianjian, she would not be able to make it to this big name no matter what. of.

"Master Zhang, I don't know how this Yitian sword got into your hands? Can you explain it to me?" Miejue Shitai went straight to the point.

Zhang Sanfeng put the Yitian sword on the table, and said sadly: "This sword was brought back by Yu Daiyan, the third disciple of Pindao, when he returned to the mountain more than a year ago. When he came back, he was seriously injured. It took more than half a year to recover, Pindao wanted to return the Yitian Sword to Emei himself, but before I went out, Daiyan suffered because of this sword." The old Taoist suddenly covered his face with his sleeve and cried bitterly. .

When Zhang Sanfeng cried, everyone in Emei was stunned. Who would have thought that the majestic Wudang sect leader, ninety-year-old Zhang Sanfeng Zhang Zhenren, would cry so sadly in front of the Emei faction leader.

Miejue Shitai was also dumbfounded for a moment, and looked at Zhang Sanfeng crying at a loss.

(End of this chapter)