Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 21 Guo Xiang's Handwriting
Soon, Miejue Shitai ordered his disciples to lead Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu to an airtight wing. This was a place where Miejue Shitai often used to study secret books, and it happened to be used by them today.

As soon as the two of them entered the secret room, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help asking Song Qingshu: "Little Qingshu, you are a little reckless."

A smile hung on Song Qingshu's small face: "Grandpa, don't worry, think about it carefully. When I said I got Shaolin Jiuyang Gong, did you say that Shaolin Temple gave it to me? Besides, from the beginning to the end, I I didn't even involve you in it, I just said a bearded and bald uncle, give it to me!" With the last three words, he knocked his thumb to death and pointed at himself.

"As the so-called Tongyan Wuji, I was deceived at most. You can just reprimand me. Could Miejue Shitai still eat me up! Besides, I have read and remembered the Nine Yang Kungfu. I can still spit it out and forget about it.”

Zhang Sanfeng laughed out loud after hearing this, his grandson was exactly what he thought, and he was also ready to play tricks, which gave him a sense of accomplishment as if he had successors.

Song Qingshu was about to say something, but Zhang Sanfeng made a gesture for him, signaling him to shut up, and after a while, Miejue Shitai's voice came from outside the door.

"Master Zhang, the Emei Nine Suns Kung Fu is here." After speaking, Miejue Shitai opened the door and entered.

I saw that she was holding a tray in her hand, and there was a book in the tray, looking very solemn.

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu got up and looked at the tray.

Miejue Shitai put the tray on the table and said: "This is the handwritten script of the ancestor Guo Xiang, the head of our sect. It records the important and unforgettable events of the ancestor's life, and among them is the original text of the Nine Suns Manual."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the red-covered book in front of him. There were a few words written on it——Half Life's Supplements, and several small characters——Guo Xiang's own handwriting.

Suddenly seeing the old friend's handwriting, Zhang Sanfeng's heart trembled suddenly, and he remembered that in Shaolin Temple, Guo Xiang couldn't understand how the Shaolin monks abused their teacher, so he stood up and spoke out, and he was like watching a fairy come down to earth. The feeling of admiration, later on she went to Shaolin to compete with He Zudao, the three sages of Kunlun, and the fact that she was defeated by He Zudao, but was expelled from Shaolin, at this moment, it came to her mind again, vividly in her mind.

It's a pity that people in the past have gone there by yellow crane, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.

For a moment, the old Taoist was a little disappointed, and the Nine Suns Divine Art in front of him was not interested in him.

He thanked Jue Jue with a calm expression, and said to Song Qingshu: "Qingshu, you are talented and intelligent, this Emei Jiuyang Kungfu is up to you to watch."

Song Qingshu glanced at the old Taoist in surprise, and nodded in agreement.

Miejue Shitai didn't stop her either, it didn't matter to her who was looking at her, but she didn't leave, but sat quietly at the side with her eyes slightly closed, as if she had fallen into samadhi.

Song Qingshu picked up the "Half Life Collection", and turned to the first page, on which were neatly written a dozen small characters in hairpin lowercase script.

"For the rest of my life, I was very fortunate, very miserable, and very lost."

Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the first page would contain these few sentences, not the original text of Nine Suns Divine Art as he imagined.

Is this the exclamation of Grandma Guo Xiang?Fortunately, I still understand, what does it mean to be very miserable?
He couldn't wait to turn to the second page, and there were a lot of words written on the second page, densely written on the whole page, and when Song Qingshu was about to read it carefully, Miejue Shitai's voice came from beside him.

"Turn back!" Her voice was not loud, but Song Qingshu could hear it clearly.

He looked up at Master Miejue, and saw that she was still meditating with her eyes closed, as if she wasn't the one who spoke just now.

He glanced at Zhang Sanfeng again, and saw that the old Taoist was also resting with his eyes closed, so he turned back helplessly.

Almost every page is filled with dense small hairpin characters, but when Song Qingshu was about to turn the pages slowly and read more, he heard the voice of Miejue Shitai "turning back".

But he had no choice but to obey and do as he was told, turning back obediently.

Suddenly, Miejue Shitai said "Stop!"

Song Qingshu hurriedly stopped, thinking he had turned the page, and was about to read it carefully, but heard Miejue say, "Turn forward!"

Song Qingshu rolled his eyes, and flipped forward page by page.

"Stop! Just watch from here!"

Now Song Qingshu is not in a hurry, just read it slowly, anyway, he didn't say how long it will be.

So he looked at the page, only to see that it was written in the familiar font on the page.

"Today when I went to Shaoshi Mountain, I wanted to go to the Shaolin Temple to find the colorless monk to inquire about the whereabouts of my eldest brother, but I saw two big monks abusing an old monk. The old monk who understands people's hearts, the little apprentice Zhang Junbao is also on the side, and the little apprentice who is a follower..."

Song Qingshu glanced at Zhang Sanfeng secretly, feeling a little amused in his heart, and continued to read.

"I couldn't find the colorless monk, but I heard that the three sages of Kunlun came up to challenge me. I feel very lucky, and there is a lot of fun to watch. I know that Shaolin regards me as an accomplice of the three sages of Kunlun. They want to take me but are defeated. After the colorless monk makes a move, you should know me." Who is it? Ask him, he doesn't know the whereabouts of the big brother. Feeling depressed and lost all interest, he went down the mountain."

"Playing with others in the mountain depression, the sound of the piano is very fond of me. It turns out that this person is He Zudao, the three sages of Kunlun. He is called the three sages, but there is only one person. It's really interesting. From now on, I will call him Peach Blossom Nine Immortals Guo Taohua."

"It turned out that He Zu's trip to Shaolin was not a challenge, but a message for Yin Kexi, saying that 'the scriptures are in the oil'. Yin Kexi stole the scriptures from Shaolin, but he didn't want to die because of the scriptures. In this world, the cycle of karma and retribution is not good."

Song Qingshu couldn't help being curious, what kind of scripture is so important, that Yin Kexi will never forget it until his death, and he wants to return it to the original owner.

"I really never thought that the martial arts of the little apprentice who is a follower can be so strong, how can he be defeated!"

"But Shaolin Temple is also a bastard!"

"Poor old monk Jueyuan left the mountain with my little disciple and passed away."

"This is the original text of the Nine Suns Scripture dictated by Monk Jueyuan. It is mixed with the original scriptures. It is very difficult to distinguish. I will write it in hand so as not to lose the magical skills of the unique learning."

"The other's strength hinders my skin, and my intention has penetrated into his bones. Supporting with both hands, one breath penetrates. If the left is heavy, the left is empty, but the right is gone, and the right is heavy, the right is empty. And the left is gone..."

"... Qi is like a wheel, and the whole body must follow each other. If there is no phase, the body will be scattered. The disease lies in the waist and legs..."

"... First use the mind to make the body, from others but not from oneself, from the body to follow the heart, from the self to follow the others. If you follow yourself, you will be stagnant, and if you follow people, you will live. If you can follow people, you will have a square inch in your hand, and you will be able to measure the size of your strength. , the points are not bad; the length of the right and he comes, there is no difference. Forward and backward, everywhere is just right, the craftsmanship is long and the skill is fine..."

"So I heard. At one time, the Buddha lived on the top of Langa Mountain in the South Sea. All kinds of precious flowers were regarded as adorned. He was with the great monks, monks, and great Bodhisattvas. He came from that various Buddhalands. It is the power of the Bodhisattvas Mahasattva's immeasurable samadhi... "

This section of exercises and scriptures made Song Qingshu feel dizzy and dizzy. Fortunately, he was born smart, and the innate qi in his body has greatly developed his brain power. Not to mention his memory, but he can also recite the articles very quickly.

Soon, when Song Qingshu turned to the next page, it was no longer a scriptural exercise, but a narrative. He secretly glanced at Miejue Shitai, knowing that although Miejue Shitai closed his eyes and meditated, he must practice the exercises at this moment Yu Erxue, listening to the number of pages he turned, he had just turned to the next page when Master Miejue spoke.

"Turn forward!"

So he pretended to turn a few pages forward, looked at it for a while, and turned the page back again. At this time, he played a trick and flipped the two pages together. He thought to himself, I don't believe that Master Miejue can listen too When I turn the page back, can you still hear that I flipped two pages together?
Sure enough, when he turned to a new page again, Miejue Shitai didn't stop him, only as if he was still reading the scriptures and exercises.

The corners of Song Qingshu's mouth turned up slightly, and he continued to read.

"After returning from Shaolin without success, I will go to Zhongnan again, hoping that my elder brother and sister Long have returned to the ancient tomb."

Seeing this, Song Qingshu's heart was beating wildly. If it says how to enter the ancient tomb, wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?He forced himself to be calm, fearing that Master Juejue would find out, so he continued to read.

"I walked up the shady slope of Zhongnan Mountain for more than ten miles. The weeds rustled in the mountains, the birds returned to their nests, and finally I saw the jade bee flying. I was so happy that I walked into the ancient tomb..."

"But the tomb is empty, and the rest of my heart is bitter..."

This is the end of this page, Song Qingshu frowned slightly, this page did not write in detail how to enter the ancient tomb, he immediately turned to the next page, but before he could take a closer look, a slender The palm suddenly stretched out and grabbed the book.

Song Qingshu was in a hurry, and when he looked up, Mijue Shitai looked at him coldly, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Miejue Shitai stuffed the handwritten book into his sleeve, and said flatly: "That's it."

Zhang Sanfeng stood up abruptly, pulled Song Qingshu up and walked out, the speed was extremely fast, and he left the room in an instant.

Miejue Shi was too anxious, so he jumped up and flew in front of his grandfather and grandson and said in a loud voice: "Master Zhang, why is he in a hurry to leave? It's still early, and it's not too late to go down the mountain after eating a light meal, otherwise the world will say that I don't understand Emei." Courtesy!"

The last four words were said emphatically, obviously saying that Zhang Sanfeng didn't understand etiquette.

The old Taoist said with a smile: "It's getting late and the road ahead is difficult, so we won't bother you. We will hold a banquet in Wudang another day, and I will invite my master to honor me."

After all, he turned around and left Miejue Shitai behind.

Miejue Shi was too shocked, he didn't expect Zhang Sanfeng's kung fu to be so mysterious, he had to be on guard, but he still bypassed him.

"All disciples obey the order and line up!" Miejue Shitai shouted loudly.

The next moment, a large group of Emei female disciples flew in densely from outside the courtyard, surrounded Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu, and pointed their swords at the grandfather and grandson.

Miejue Shitai took the Yitian sword handed over by Jingxuan Shitai, and said sharply: "Emei still wants to leave, it's not that easy!"

(End of this chapter)