Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 349
When Song Qingshu learned about Huang Yao's news, he had already arrived at the mountain gate of the Qingcheng School.

"These sects occupy the mountain as the king, and they are closed and conservative. This is not good!" He looked at the tall Qingcheng Mountain. Compared with Wudang Emei, Qingcheng Mountain looked more green and mysterious.

At this moment, there are two Qingcheng disciples at the mountain gate, dressed exactly like those of Chen Yuxiang. When they saw Song Qingshu and others approaching, especially the tall and mighty Huo Qilin behind Song Qingshu, their hearts trembled, as if they had thought of something , one of them hurried up the mountain.

Another person stood on the mountain road, watching Song Qingshu and the others warily.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly and asked: "Why, is this how the Qingcheng faction treats guests?"

That Qingcheng disciple said: "Dare to ask Your Excellency but [Sword Immortal] Song Qingshu?!"

Song Qingshu nodded.

The disciple followed up and said: "Your Excellency killed Feng Luan, my senior disciple of Qingcheng, and killed dozens of my disciples of Qingcheng. The enmity between my Qingcheng faction and Your Excellency is irreconcilable!"

"Who told you that I killed Feng Luan?" Song Qingshu asked.

The disciple trembled and said: "What I, the head of Qingcheng said, can be false?"

"What did the head of the Qingcheng sect say?" Song Qingshu was a little puzzled. Could it be that the head of the Qingcheng sect didn't know about Tang Hao?

It shouldn't be, the whole world is full of uproar.

Suppressing doubts in his heart, Song Qingshu asked: "Your head, are you on the mountain?"

The disciple replied: "Disciple of Qingcheng, I swear to live and die with the sect!"

After all, the long sword in his hand trembled, and stabbed at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu stared blankly at the stabbing long sword, but didn't see anything on him, so the long sword suddenly stopped three feet in front of him, unable to advance an inch.

That disciple didn't believe in evil, so he sent the long sword forward, and saw that the blade of the long sword was almost bent into a right angle. Even so, he still couldn't let the tip of the sword make an inch of progress, even though at this moment, there was nothing in front of the tip of the sword .

"Don't waste your efforts in vain, no one can use a sword in front of me!"

As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, the long sword in the Qingcheng disciple's hand broke into several pieces with a "nail" sound, and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

"What kind of demon technique are you doing?!" the disciple asked with a trembling voice.

Song Qingshu said lightly: "This is the way!"

The next moment, the disciple turned his head and ran, shouting while running.

"Song Qingshu is here!"

"Song Qingshu is here!"

"Everyone be careful"

Song Qingshu looked at Yang Yaoqin helplessly, then walked up the mountain, and said as he walked: "This master of Qingcheng is really good at teaching Qingcheng's disciples one by one."

Yang Yaoqin continued: "It stands to reason that Qingcheng disciples should not be ignorant of the person Tang Hao killed, but a word from the master made them choose to believe the master instead of what other people said. It can be seen from here that this The head of Qingcheng is well-mannered."

When she said the last four words, her tone was quite mocking.

Song Qingshu laughed and continued to walk up.

At this time, Yang Yaoqin suddenly noticed something wrong with Zhou Zhiruo's expression beside her, so she asked, "Zhiruo, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Zhiruo said softly: "I'm worried, master will think like Qingcheng faction and blame Senior Brother Song for the death of Senior Sister and Junior Sister."

Yang Yaoqin said: "Why, isn't there still you here? Doesn't your master believe you?"

Zhou Zhiruo hesitated to speak, thinking that although his master believed in him, this was Song Qingshu. In this world, apart from Xie Xun, only Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu could make his master jump when he heard his name.

But after all, there is no Emei in front of me, so it is useless to think too much.

Zhou Zhiruo sighed, and could only obediently follow Song Qingshu up the mountain.

When the few people walked halfway up the mountain, they could already hear the bells on the mountain, and there was a lot of people's voices, as if something big was about to happen.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a group of people walking down the mountain path. The leader was dressed in a blue Taoist robe, his figure was thin, and he looked like a fairy.

When the Taoist saw Song Qingshu and the others, he stood still immediately, and said condescendingly to Song Qingshu and the others: "Song Qingshu, Mr. Song, you killed dozens of my Qingcheng disciples, and you dare to go up to my Qingcheng Mountain. You really think that there is no one in my Qingcheng sect." no?!"

Enraged, he slapped a pine tree as thick as a bowl by the side of the road with his palm.

The pine tree "squeaked" and fell to the ground, making a crashing sound.

Song Qingshu knew that the Taoist in front of him must be Yue Songtao, the head of Qingcheng.

"Master Yue, where did you hear about me killing your Qingcheng disciple?" Song Qingshu asked.

Then Yue Songtao snorted coldly: "Why, do you still want to kill someone to silence you? Where did I get the news? I won't bother you, Mr. Song. If you kill my Qingcheng disciple, I should have let you pay for your blood." Compensation, but I, Qingcheng, have always been on good terms with you, Wu. First, I want to give Zhang Zhenren a face, and second, because you are young, I am afraid that you were fooled by others to commit the murder, so I will not care about you. But the Qingcheng faction doesn't welcome you, so please go back!"

After finishing speaking, Yue Songtao turned his back to Song Qingshu, only to see him with his hands bound, his head bowed in thought, with a heartbroken but helpless look.

After hearing his words, almost all Qingcheng disciples glared at Song Qingshu, gnashing their teeth one by one, wishing to smash Song Qingshu's corpse into thousands of pieces.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, but he couldn't figure it out. If it were him, Wudang's disciples were killed, he might try his best to avenge them. For the first time, Song Qingshu was easily let go, just let them leave quickly, what does this mean?
At this moment, Yang Yao leaned close to Song Qingshu's ear and said softly, "He wants to drive you away, but he doesn't want you to talk about driving out the Tartars."

Yang Yaoqin's words instantly made Song Qingshu understand that the problem of daring to love lies here.

This Yue Songtao wanted Song Qingshu to leave and framed him for killing Qingcheng's disciples, because he didn't want Song Qingshu to reveal the purpose of his trip - to unite with various sects in the Jianghu to fight against the Mongols.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help snorting coldly, and said directly: "Sect Master Yue, I think you are well aware of the death of Qingcheng's disciple, today I came to Qingcheng for one thing, and that is."

Yue Songtao didn't wait for Song Qingshu to finish, so he interrupted him and said, "Song Qingshu, do you really think that my Qingcheng faction will be afraid of you? You kill my disciple, and I will spare your life. Who would have thought that you would make an inch of it?" , is it possible that you are really planning to challenge the bottom line of my Qingcheng faction and deceive me that there is no one in Qingcheng?!"

After Yue Songtao finished speaking, all the Qingcheng disciples behind him unsheathed their swords and pointed at Song Qingshu and the others.

A murderous air suddenly spread.

Huo Qilin smelled the killing intent, suddenly spewed out two pillars of smoke from its nostrils, and kept stepping on the ground with its two front paws, quite restless.

Song Qingshu's face has already collapsed. He understands that the head of the Qingcheng faction is determined not to contribute, and he even threatens the hundreds of disciples of the entire Qingcheng faction to make himself unable to speak. gained fame.

"You really want to be a bitch, and you still need to set up a memorial archway." He suddenly said loudly, not afraid of Yue Songtao's hearing.

Yue Songtao's face darkened, but he didn't say much, he only hoped that Song Qingshu would leave quickly so that he could continue to return to Mount Qingcheng and become his master.

As for expelling the Tartars, that's a fool's job.

But I heard Song Qingshu speak again: "Master Yue, are you determined not to let me, Song Qingshu speak?"

Seeing Song Qingshu's attitude softened, Yue Songtao thought that he was subdued, so he waved his sleeves, looking like an outsider: "You, let's go!"

The next moment, Yue Songtao was suddenly trampled into the ground.

His head was deeply buried in the ground, and on top of his head was stepping on the sole of a foot, and the owner of that foot was Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu, who was still a few feet away a moment ago, trampled the dignified head of the Qingcheng faction into the dirt under the horrified eyes of everyone.

"Song Qingshu!" Yue Songtao's face was buried in the soil, and the words he yelled were very dull, and his hands and feet were propped on the ground, as if he wanted to pull the thief out.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu raised his foot and stepped on it again. This time, Yue Songtao seemed to have passed out and did not continue to struggle.

At this moment, all the people in Qingcheng came to their senses, and the long swords in the hands of the elders at the front stabbed straight at Song Qingshu, while many disciples of Qingcheng rushed forward one after another, preparing to save their master.

But at the next moment, all the disciples of the Qingcheng School suddenly felt the hilt of the long sword in their hands shake violently, and then they got rid of their master's palm, flew straight across the void, and fell not far in front of them.

In the eyes of Yang Yaoqin and Zhou Zhiruo, they saw hundreds of Qingcheng disciples rushing down to Song Qingshu's place, but suddenly the long swords in their hands flew out of their hands, thrusting in front of them in unison, forming a A sword wall made up of long swords blocked the way of everyone in Qingcheng.

(End of this chapter)