Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 286
Three months later, at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

"Yaoqin, do you still remember this place?"

At the foot of the mountain, beside the path, Song Qingshu asked Yang Yaoqin.

Yang Yaoqin nodded: "Well, every time we go back to the mountain, we will pass by here. As long as we get here, we are going home."

Song Qingshu nodded with a smile. Song Qingshu, who has grown up completely now, is tall but not bloated, and his temperament is dusty but not lofty. Only the inadvertent arrogance revealed in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes reveals the integrity of his heart. Rong.

The closer to Wudang Mountain, the more Song Qingshu could feel a majestic force affecting and watching him all the time.

He knew that it was his great-grandfather.

In the past, he didn't know his great-grandfather's kung fu, what realm he was in, he only knew that he could be called a martial arts myth, but now that the golden core has been formed, he can clearly feel that his great-grandfather's innate realm, It is possible to use human power to rhyme with the power of heaven, and with every move, the power of heaven circulates, brilliant and unpredictable.

If it is said that the realm of the old way is the unity of man and nature, but he, Song Qingshu, has walked out of another path, that is the golden elixir avenue!
The body forms the heaven and the earth by itself, completes the gods and completes me, without any flaws, no matter how God's power circulates, I am the only one who is the only one!

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Wudang Mountain in the distance. The Wudang Mountain in his eyes was still the same Wudang Mountain, but in Song Qingshu's mind, that Wudang Mountain suddenly became an old Taoist sitting on a futon.

That old man is none other than his great-grandfather Zhang Sanfeng.

Song Qingshu looked at Lao Dao, and Lao Dao also looked at Song Qingshu.

Suddenly, the corner of the old Taoist's mouth rose, and he smiled slightly, while Song Qingshu also smiled at the old Taoist. The next moment, the old Taoist suddenly stretched out a finger, and pressed down on Song Qingshu.

Before the finger was stretched out, it was just an ordinary finger, but at the moment when it was stretched out suddenly, it immediately turned into a jade pillar supporting the sky, like a sky pillar turned upside down, and pressed down towards Song Qingshu.

Compared to the jade pillar that holds up the sky, Song Qingshu is particularly small. Even a trace of fingerprints on that finger is like a mountain to him. If he is afraid at this moment, he is afraid that he will die in the next moment. under this finger.

Song Qingshu knew that this was the innate realm of Grandpa, this was the realm of the unity of man and nature!
But he was not afraid at all.

I saw him facing the fingers like a jade pillar that lifted the sky, and gently raised his right hand. On the palm of his hand, there was a long sword at some point. The long sword was blue and bright, unpretentious, But it exudes a kind of self-confidence and determination that can destroy everything.

This sword is Song Qingshu himself.

"Ding!"

The next moment, I saw Song Qingshu leveling his long sword, and gently handing it forward, the long sword collided with the jade pillar that held up the sky.

It was a light push, and the seemingly unshakable finger was pushed away from the sword.

It seems that this is Song Qingshu's answer to his great-grandfather, let your power be unpredictable, let you be one with heaven and man, but you can't destroy me, as long as I, Song Qingshu, exist, I will not belong to your world!
If the realm of the old way is to be in harmony with the sky, then Song Qingshu is my heaven!
Suddenly, Song Qingshu felt that his hand was loosened, and the towering finger had been retracted. Song Qingshu seemed to see his grandfather's gentle smiling face again, and he couldn't help laughing too.

But the next moment he couldn't laugh anymore, he saw five jade pillars that lifted the sky, together with a piece of heaven and earth, enveloped him.

"Since one finger can't do anything to me, it's the same if Grandfather comes with five or ten!" Song Qingshu murmured.

Suddenly, a second sword appeared beside him, it was a gorgeous sword with golden light, inlaid with colorful gemstones, it was unstoppable.

Then, a third sword appeared, but it was a rusty iron sword with some damage on the blade, which looked tattered.

Then came the fourth sword, the fifth sword, the sixth sword...

Until the ten thousandth sword.

Those swords seemed to have not existed one moment, and the next moment they seemed to have existed beside him for tens of thousands of years.

Song Qingshu looked at these swords, but they were very familiar. He knew that these swords were the swords in the endless sea of ​​swords in the sword mound.

At this moment, his mind was clear, but he inadvertently called out the Ten Thousand Swords.

He looked at these swords, all of them were his old friends, so familiar, as if he had used these swords before.

But he didn't think too much, because at this moment the giant palm covering the sky had already come to him.

The broken lines in the palm are like the abyss of Jiuzhou, trying to suppress him in it.

Song Qingshu didn't panic, pointed at the long sword with his right hand, and said softly: "Go!"

The next moment, a sword shot out suddenly, and it grew in the wind, turning into a mountain in an instant, gently touching the center of the giant palm.

The giant palm seemed to be pushed lightly, paused slightly, and then pressed down.

But the next moment, another sword shot towards him, and it grew against the wind, piercing the fingertip of the middle finger of the palm.

Before the giant palm could react, the third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword, and the sixth sword flew out, piercing the remaining four fingers of the giant palm at once.

Six swords, one for each of the five fingers, and one for each of the palms, firmly nailed the giant palm in place, making it difficult to move even half a cent.

But Song Qingshu knew that it would not be that easy.

Sure enough, the five fingers of that giant palm suddenly closed together, turning into a fist, and this fist clench smashed the six swords into pieces.

But the next moment, the six swords appeared beside Song Qingshu again.

"Grandpa, are you going to clean up the house?" Song Qingshu murmured, he knew that the old man must hear what he said.

Sure enough, the next moment the giant palm suddenly retracted, and on the Wudang Mountain in the distance, the old Taoist's slightly satisfied face appeared again.

"Come up, let grandpa see you!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly cleared. The Wudang Mountain in the distance is still Wudang Mountain, and there is no trace of a veteran.

Yang Yaoqin was pushing her arm and calling her name, Song Qingshu came back to his senses, smiled at Yang Yaoqin, signaled that he was fine, put his legs on the horse's belly, and walked towards Yuxu Palace.

"What happened to you just now?" Yang Yaoqin asked, "Why are you so stunned, why don't you respond."

Song Qingshu was recalling everything that happened just now, that giant palm, that ten thousand swords, that familiar feeling, at this moment a figure could not help appearing in his mind.

It was a figure in coarse clothes. Before, I thought that figure was extremely lonely, but now I looked closely, and found that the figure was so similar to myself.

Song Qingshu shook his head, and shook off the thoughts in his mind, secretly thinking that he was just performing martial arts in their respective realms under the induction of grandpa's qi, and it couldn't be real.

No matter who he was before, he is Song Qingshu now!

Song Qingshu said silently in his heart, that God is so firm and confident!
"Let's go, grandpa is still waiting for us on the mountain!"

(End of this chapter)