Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 229 Wedding - Gift Post from Tianshan Child Elder ([-])

The news of Yin Liting and Emei's wedding soon spread throughout the Jianghu, and the three barriers and five cards set by Emei were also well-known.

Some storytellers even compiled the incident into a short paragraph and began to preach it in teahouses and restaurants, which shocked all the listeners.

As for the protagonists of this incident, our groom Yin Liting and bride Ji Xiaofu, after getting off Mount Emei, they took off their wedding clothes and rushed to Mount Wudang without stopping.

The whole welcoming team finally arrived at Wudang Mountain in early October.

The ninth day of October!

The whole Wudang Mountain is covered with red and hanging colors. As the party to get married, the bigger the pomp, the better, so that the newly married bride has enough face, and at the same time, it also gives an explanation to the natal family and shows the importance of the bride.

The person who came here from the Emei Sect was Shitai Jingjia. As for the head of the sect, Shitai Juejue, I am afraid that he will not go down the mountain in the near future.

The old Taoist has been smiling when he sees everyone in the past few days, and the snow-white Taoist robe on his body has been taken care of without a single wrinkle.

"That kid Qingshu, hasn't he come back yet?" the old Taoist asked the Taoist beside him.

Dao Tong replied: "Eldest senior brother came back last night, and he should be coming to you now."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a tall and straight figure walked in, but he saw that this person was wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, embroidered with beautiful mountains and rivers, and the black universe.

Looking at his appearance again, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the hair is like splashed ink, the eyebrows flying into the temples are like two long rainbows, the cheeks are shaved like ten thousand years of black ice, the skin is as pure and white as jade, and the spirit is as tall and straight as pine.

It is Song Qingshu, the third generation elder brother of Wudang, the son of Song Yuanqiao.

"Grandpa, I'm here." Song Qingshu knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to the old Taoist three times.

The old Taoist smiled and helped him up, and after a closer look, he found that his disciple was different.

If Song Qingshu in the past was like a peerless sword that hurt anyone who touched it, then he is now more like an ancient sword that lasts forever, seemingly harmless to humans and animals, but once the hidden edge blooms, I am afraid that everyone in the world Everyone is shocked.

"Qingshu, you are learning some peerless martial arts, my great-grandfather doesn't even recognize you." The old Taoist asked.

Song Qingshu replied: "I learned some martial arts from Uncle Yang."

When Song Qingshu said this, the old Taoist knew that it was inconvenient for him to speak directly, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"Let's go, your sixth uncle and the others, it's time to go up the mountain, follow me to meet the bride." The old Taoist said as he walked, "Your second uncle and third uncle are going to be single for the rest of their lives, and your fourth uncle is thinking about it all day long." What, your hair is about to fall out. What about your fifth uncle, who married your fifth aunt, this wedding will have to be made up sooner or later, and you can’t treat him badly. I won’t say anything about your sixth uncle. , as for your seventh uncle..."

Lao Dao chatted homely with Song Qingshu all the way, and soon came to Zixiao Palace, but there were lanterns and festoons everywhere, a festive and peaceful scene.

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi were checking the list of guests for the ceremony. Seeing their mentor coming, the two hurriedly got up to greet them.

The old man smiled and asked the two to sit down, and casually asked a few questions about the preparations for the wedding.

At this time, Zhang Songxi suddenly said a gift sticker, with four large characters written on it-Tianshan Child Elder!
Zhang Songxi frowned, and handed the gift sticker to Song Yuanqiao. After Song Yuanqiao looked at it, his expression changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Songxi and was ready to go out.

As a result, as soon as his buttocks were raised, he realized that he couldn't move. In shock, he turned his head to look, only to find that his mentor was putting one hand on his arm and the other was on his arm. It made him feel as if his soul had gone out of his body, and he lost the ability to control his physical body.

"What can you say, can't you say it in front of me?" The old Taoist looked at Song Yuanqiao with a smile and said, "Anyway, I'm also the master."

"Master..." Song Yuanqiao whispered.

The old way: "Hmph. I watched you grow up, get married and start a business. If you stick your ass up as a teacher, you will know what you ate last night!"

Seeing his vulgarity, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but annoyed: "Master!"

The old Taoist didn't take it seriously: "Speak up! What happened?"

"Nothing!" Song Yuanqiao said firmly.

The old man turned his head to look at Zhang Songxi again: "Fourth brother, tell me!"

Zhang Songxi was just about to speak, but was scolded by Song Yuanqiao: "Fourth brother, you..."

At this time, Song Qingshu and Zhang Songxi suddenly realized that Song Yuanqiao had spoken halfway, and they suddenly remained motionless as if they had been acupunctured.

Song Qingshu looked at the old man, but the old man looked at Zhang Songxi again.

"He's speechless now, fourth child, go ahead!" The old man let go of his fingers on Song Yuanqiao's arm.

Zhang Songxi nodded and said: "Master, do you still remember Tianshan Child Elder?!"

The old Taoist didn't speak, but Song Qingshu frowned and said, "The one in Vulture Palace?"

Zhang Songxi nodded, looked at the old man, saw the old man also nodded, and then said: "She posted a gift."

As he said that, he reached out his hand to get the gift sticker in Song Yuanqiao's hand, but suddenly found that the red gift sticker had arrived in the hands of the old Taoist at some point, and he was looking at it at the moment.

The old Taoist glanced at it roughly, and saw that the gift sticker was nothing more than a list of congratulatory gifts, and there was nothing worth noting, except for the last sentence - on the ninth day of October, a visit to the mountain, martial arts mythology, a showdown is required.

This sentence is obviously not the same person who wrote this gift post. The handwriting is wild and uninhibited, but it is unique, and it has a bit of skill.

The old Taoist casually threw the gift sticker to Zhang Songxi, then stretched out his hand in front of Song Yuanqiao, and saw Song Yuanqiao suddenly regained his senses, as if he didn't know that he was in a trance, and then said just now: "Don't talk too much!"

After saying this, he seemed to have reacted suddenly, and then turned his head to look at the old man with an embarrassing look on his face.

"What's the matter, a Tianshan Child Elder scares you, Song Yuanqiao Song Daxia?" The old Taoist asked expressionlessly.

Song Yuanqiao lowered his head: "I just don't want to let this matter disturb Master. As for being afraid? It's not possible to talk about it yet." He raised his head with a firm and confident look in his eyes.

Zhang Songxi on the side also nodded. Today's Wudang, compared with five or six years ago, the overall martial arts has risen by more than one level. To put it bluntly, except that there are not as many disciples as Shaolin, now Wudang can push Shaolin Temple horizontally, If necessary, Emei can also be added.

As for the remaining Huashan and Kongtong, one Yu Daiyan is enough.

Besides, even if Child Elder Shan really dared to come to Wudang that day, then there is still her own master, a martial arts myth, sitting in charge, who can make waves in this huge Jianghu?

Thinking of this, Zhang Songxi suddenly felt that he was looking for troubles on his own. With the mountain of his own master, why should he worry about it.

At this moment, Ren Laifeng and Liu Sipiao ran in, shouting as they ran, "Master Master! Master Master! Uncle Six has brought his bride up the mountain!"

As soon as everyone heard this, they hurriedly got up and walked out of the main hall. Before they walked out of the main hall, they heard a burst of firecrackers, and then a burst of noisy and lively sounds came over.

"It seems that the sixth uncle has gone up the mountain. I'll take a look at the excitement." As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, he disappeared in front of everyone without a sound.

Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi were startled, and they couldn't help but look at the old Taoist, who spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me, I didn't give him a little trouble."

The two looked at each other, suppressing the surprise in their hearts.

"Hehe, I'm going to join in the fun too!" He said rubbing his hands together, and when he was about to leave, Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi grabbed an arm each, not allowing him to leave.

Song Yuanqiao hurriedly persuaded: "Master, you can't go!"

"That's right, Master, you can't go, how can elders go to see juniors." Zhang Songxi also persuaded, "We will stay here with you."

The old man had no choice but to raise his hand to break away from the hands of the two, sighed and turned back to Zixiao Palace.

Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi heard him say: "It's getting more and more boring."

The two of them were just outside Zixiao Palace, listening to the voice from the foot of the mountain, they could feel the joy and festivities thousands of miles away.

Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi couldn't help but look at each other, and both smiled.

(End of this chapter)