Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 3 Baizhang Flying Sword, Sun Realm

Zhang Sanfeng had already taken the Yitian sword out of the baby's hand at this moment, as if some switch had been triggered, the moment the Yitian sword left the baby's little hand, there was no longer a long sword falling from the sky.

The swords that fell just now, with Zhang Sanfeng at the center, were scattered all around him. Some swords pierced the ground deeply, while others were slightly shallower. By Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Songxi drew out a sword and observed it carefully, saying, "It's my Wudang sword."

Yu Lianzhou looked at her little nephew and said with a smile: "So, whether it's the Yitian Sword or the Sword Rain, it's all made by our little nephew."

Yu Daiyan pulled out a Wudang sword that was half stuck into the ground with a "cang clang", looked at the sky and said: "Wudang swords don't kill Wudang people. I will follow as many times as you come, little nephew, let third uncle see what else you have." ability!"

Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou each chose a sword and drew it out, holding it in their hands and looking at the sky.

At this moment, a breeze blew up, the swords sang, and the robes of Wudang people fluttered. The five disciples stood on both sides of Zhang Sanfeng, raised their long swords, and looked squarely at Tianye.

Zhang Sanfeng held the baby in his left hand and Yitian Sword in his right. He looked at his beloved disciples and said with a smile: "Okay, since the little guy wants to give Wudang a gift, we elders can't let the little guy give it to the little one." Watched."

After saying that, with a shake of his right hand, the Yitian sword was stabbed obliquely into the ground, and then slowly lifted up, hanging on his chest, pausing and not moving.

At this moment, Zhang Cuishan suddenly asked: "Brother, how many swords are there on our mountain?"

Hearing Zhang Cuishan's question, the expressions of the other senior brothers froze.

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound from far to near, this time the sound was more than two or three times louder than the sword rain just now.

Although they haven't seen it yet, the whistling sound of the long sword cutting through the sky still gives everyone a great sense of oppression.

Song Yuanqiao smiled wryly and said: "The dozens of swords just now should be the swords in the hands of the disciples. The ones that come now should be the swords that are always kept in the warehouse."

Zhang Songxi asked: "You mean those in the arsenal?"

Song Yuanqiao: "That's right!"

Yu Daiyan: "There must be hundreds of them!"

Song Yuanqiao: "Not far away!"

At this moment, everyone in Wudang suddenly felt a joking sense of absurdity.Originally, today should be a good day for the birth of the third generation of Wudang, but who knew that the little guy would show off his power first, maybe today's Wudang Seven Heroes might not be complete.

But having said that, the little guy can trigger thousands of swords at birth. If he grows up in the future, the Wudang faction may not really want to dominate the martial arts world.

I really don't know whether to be happy or worried.

Song Yuanqiao glanced at his son, smiled wryly and said, "Nizi..."

At this time, the howling sound in the sky was already as loud as thunder, and hundreds of long swords fell from the sky. Under the attraction of the earth, they were really irresistible like meteors falling from the sky.

Everyone can already see the flickering spots of light, and under the sunlight, they can occasionally show some colorful colors.

Hundreds of long swords enveloped the sky with a radius of one hundred feet, and fell towards the ground densely.

Everyone's face is dignified.

Song Yuanqiao yelled: "Second brother, protect the fifth brother, the third and fourth, and master!"

Zhang Sanfeng is currently holding the baby in one hand, the other hanging in front of his chest, palms facing the sky, his face is solemn, as if he is holding a weight of ten thousand catties in his hands, the Taoist robes around his body begin to swell slowly, his white beard and white hair move without wind.

And with the agitation of the old man's true energy, everyone felt that the ground under their feet began to tremble slightly. The old man seemed to be a small branch, undulating up and down on the calm lake, causing the lake to slightly rippling.

And the dozens of sabers inserted on the ground also shook slightly as the ground trembled.

Whether it's the clothes of the old man, the ground under his feet, or the long sword inserted obliquely, they are all vibrating at the same frequency. This vibration gives everyone a strange sense of rhythm.

The next moment, the old Taoist flipped his right hand over, with his palm facing the ground, and suddenly pressed down. A wave of air visible to the naked eye burst out to the surroundings, shaking everyone's robes, and even blasting away all the things on the ground around them. Whether it is fallen leaves or dust, including those long swords that are not inserted deeply, some long swords even fly from the ground and penetrate into the wall again.

As the air surged, a three-foot-sized circle slowly emerged two feet above everyone's heads. Upon closer inspection, there were two Yin-Yang fish swimming around in the circle, each chasing two round beads. , but no matter how the two yin-yang fish swim or how the two balls dance, they can't get out of the outermost circle.

Whether it is a circle, a yin-yang fish, or a round bead, they all present a kind of gaseous transparency, seemingly virtual yet real, seemingly real and virtual, mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders.

At this moment, whether it is Song Yuanqiao, the actual head of Wudang Mountain, the well-informed Yu Daiyan, the shrewd and capable Zhang Songxi, or the savvy Zhang Cuishan, they all look poor and have never seen the world.

Only Yu Lianzhou, who is taciturn but has profound skills, has an excited expression on his face at this moment, and his eyes are even more frighteningly bright. He saw in his master what he dreamed of. It was already standing in Wudang, no, then It is the scenery standing at the top of the whole world, it is the power beyond the mundane, it is Yu Lianzhou's yearning and pursuit, and it is the realm and future that he will strive for all his life.

"Is that [Tao]?!" He asked himself tremblingly.

All the disciples quietly watched the two yin-yang fish swimming away in the sky, even Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu quietly raised the iron urn and looked at the sky above their heads through a small gap.

The howling sound in the sky was already close at hand, the sound was sharp and piercing, and everyone could even see the cold light on the blade of the sword.

Yu Daiyan muttered: "Next time, buy a blunt sword."

Zhang Songxi said: "If you fall from such a height, a wooden stick can stab you to death."

Yu Daiyan was speechless by his fourth brother. Although he started early, he was not as smart as Zhang Songxi. Zhang Songxi was responsible for the supplies purchased in Wudang Mountain on weekdays. He had no right to intervene. There is no reason for him to blame those who despise sharp weapons.

Ignoring the bickering between the two, although Zhang Sanfeng seems to be lifting weights lightly at this moment, he actually knows from his suffering that this [Tai Chi Kungfu] has not been perfected. According to his idea, there are only two yin and yang fish holding dragon balls in their mouths, and embracing yin and yang. Time is the time of great success.

At this moment, in order to deal with the falling swords from the sky, he reluctantly used this Tai Chi Kung Fu, which was still a heavy burden on him.

"Come here, all of you!" the old Taoist said to his disciples.

Immediately, everyone gathered around the master, hiding under the yin-yang fish.

Mo Shenggu, who was peeking in the urn, asked Yin Liting, "Sixth brother, do we want to go there?"

Yin Liting said, "We're not going there, we're here."

Mo Shenggu knocked on the urn: "Is this urn reliable? It won't be pierced, right?"

Yin Liting replied: "Don't worry, this is made of iron and cannot be pierced!"

Mo Shenggu asked: "Then why didn't Master and the others hide? Aren't there still a few urns over there?"

Yin Liting replied: "You don't understand, we Wudang people can only live standing up, not kneeling to die!"

Mo Shenggu: "If we don't agree, we will kneel..."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Liting slapped him on the back of the head.

"Shut up, watch carefully, Master's skill has reached the peak, we rarely see him make a move on weekdays, today is an eye-opener."

Yin Liting looked at the sky above his head with bright eyes—seeing that there was no sword coming down again, he stretched out his head—but the focus of his gaze was not the two yin-yang fish, but the one above the yin-yang fish, the one that fell from the sky. Flying sword!
If Yu Lianzhou's dream is to climb to the pinnacle of Kung Fu, then Yin Liting's dream is to climb to the pinnacle of Kendo.

And what Yin Liting was thinking, "The flying sword is less than a foot away from the yin-yang fish above everyone's heads.

These more than a hundred "flying swords" did not fall at the same time, but at different speeds. I saw that the fastest sword had already pierced the yin-yang fish and the yang fish in the blink of an eye.

There was no sound at all, as if it was inserted into the air.

But the yin-yang fish, which looked very illusory at first, is now like fine iron, firmly stuck to the leading sword, and the leading sword can't move at all in an instant.

But the sword was not to be outdone, the originally unbendable steel sword was now twisted and flexible, and it kept drilling into the depths of the Yin-Yang fish, shaking and shaking, like a swimming fish caught in someone's hand.

And the two yin-yang fishes are constantly swimming around each other. After being entangled with each other, the sword body of the head sword is broken into more than ten pieces, losing the slightest power, and can only swim with the yin-yang fish, turning around. After a few laps, they scattered down one after another.

Yu Lianzhou watched as she reached out to grab a piece and observed it casually. The sword was still the same sword. He couldn't break it even if he kept grabbing it.

He fell into deep thought, what was the power that turned the ordinary steel sword into a legendary flying sword that only a sword fairy could have?And what kind of kung fu is the master's Yin Yang Fish, which is like grinding beans with a mill, grinding the flying sword into a mortal sword again.

While he was pondering, the rest of the "flying swords" also plunged down at this moment, also without the slightest sound, also filled with Yin-Yang fish, also as agile as swimming fish, also obliterated by Yin-Yang fish, and also scattered all over the ground.

As for the long sword that was beyond the scope of the Yin-Yang fish, according to the original trajectory, it went straight into the ground with a "cang clang" without encountering the slightest obstacle.

Wudang Five Heroes breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Yu Daiyan even exaggeratedly made an exaggerated movement of drying, and laughed and said: "Little nephew, you are not good at flying swords, as soon as your grand master's yin and yang fish come out, they will stop cooking, hahaha, are there any more?" Even more powerful, just use it."

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng cast him a squinting look and said nothing.

Zhang Songxi sighed, didn't this idiot brother see that the yin-yang fish above his head was getting more and more empty?Do you really think that the gaseous yin-yang fish doesn't need to consume the slightest skill to block these hundreds of falling swords?

At this moment, a piece of broken sword blade broke through the entanglement of the yin-yang fish and flew down. This piece came very abruptly, unlike the previous piece, even if it fell, it had lost its power and could only move with the force of the ground. come down.

But this fragment seemed to be a fish that slipped through the net, and flew down with strong momentum, directly into Yu Daiyan's eye socket, as if to blame him for talking too much.

Strong power comes in an instant.

This came so suddenly that no one could react. Seeing that Yu Daiyan was about to end up in pieces, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side. There were some age spots on the hand, the fingers were long and slender, and the joints were thick. Only pinching the two forefingers, he put the broken blade in the palm of his hand and could not move.This action can be said to be as light as lifting a heavy weight, like an antelope hanging its horns, without the slightest smoke and fire.

Only at this time did Yu Daiyan make a movement of withdrawing his head and turning over, but without this hand to help him take away the broken blade, his movement would definitely be too late.

This hand is just old-fashioned. He already felt that the Yin-Yang fish's entwining power was weakening, and there were bound to be some broken blades, and even long swords would leak out, but he didn't expect it to come so fast that he didn't even have time Remind a few apprentices, but fortunately no tragedy happened.

Seeing the yin-yang fish swimming too slowly, the shadow of the air passing through the void, and the "flying sword" in the sky is still falling, Zhang Sanfeng didn't panic at all.

I saw him holding the sky with his right hand and roaring softly.

"The Sun Realm!"

(End of this chapter)