Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 37 Looking for the Sword Tomb, Encountering the Ming Cult

Song Qingshu didn't say goodbye to Yu Daiyan, but just told his mother that he was going to find Hu Qingniu, a doctor of Butterfly Valley, and then his mother said a word, which made him stunned.

"Do you know where Hu Qingniu is?"

"Uh, Butterfly Valley."

"Then do you know where Butterfly Valley is?"

Song Qingshu fled and went to find his fourth uncle Zhang Songxi. The fourth uncle had rich experience in the world, so he must know where Hu Qingniu was.

But when he found Zhang Songxi, the other party didn't know the exact location of Hu Qingniu, only knew that it was near AH.

"So fourth uncle, will you also go down the mountain to look for Hu Qingniu this time? What about second uncle? Will he go too?" Song Qingshu asked.

Zhang Songxi shook his head: "Going down the mountain is going down the mountain, but you can go to find Hu Qingniu. I have other things to go to Jinling."

"Jinling? Where are you going and what are you going to do?" Song Qingshu was puzzled.

Zhang Songxi said with a smile: "Don't worry about it. Anyway, it's a very important matter. Your second uncle accompanied your seventh uncle to Tianshan Mountain. So this time, the important task of finding Hu Qingniu is entrusted to you."

Song Qingshu nodded and said: "Well, since you know the approximate location, you can go and search for it in the past. If you can't find it in one day, you can search for it for ten days. If you can't find it in ten days, it will be a month. If you can't find it in a month, it will be a year! You can always find it." This green bull."

"Okay! Uncle Si looks good at you!" Zhang Songxi patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder, "But this time when you go down the mountain, Uncle Si will send you a word, you must remember it. Remember! Don't meddle in your own business! Right and wrong in the rivers and lakes, How many of them started with the words meddling in my own business."

"I remember! Don't worry!"

After the two finished talking, they separated.

Song Qingshu returned to Ling Xueyan's room and found that his mother had packed her bags and was sitting beside her talking with Yang Yaoqin.

Seeing Song Qingshu walk in, Yang Yaoqin nodded slightly to him, and continued to listen to Ling Xueyan's speech.

"Mom! I'm going down the mountain now, so I'll say goodbye to you." Song Qingshu walked over and gently took his mother's hand.

Ling Xueyan patted her son's hand and said: "Your descent this time is no better than before. Last time, your great-grandpa took care of you. This time it's just the two of you. Be careful."

When Song Qingshu heard this, his eyes turned to Yang Yaoqin, and Yang Yaoqin blinked at him, as if it was a deal.

It doesn't matter to Song Qingshu, it's good to bring Yang Yaoqin with her, she is left alone on the mountain without even a practitioner, and besides, after five years together, she is not used to being separated suddenly.

Ling Xueyan sent the two of them down the mountain all the way, seeing the two of them riding their horses and going away along the road, a burst of sadness arose in their hearts.

After the two of them were completely out of sight, Ling Xueyan still stood there for a long time.

Suddenly a hand stretched out from behind her, hugging her waist, Ling Xueyan also followed the trend and leaned her body back, leaning against a soft belly.

The person who came was Song Yuanqiao. He also looked at the direction in which his son was going, and gently kissed his wife's hair.

"Do you think all parents will see their children go away one day?" Ling Xueyan asked her husband.

Song Yuanqiao replied: "Yes. The most gratifying thing about being a parent is to see your children succeed, but success means separation and distance."

Ling Xueyan's eyes were red: "But our children parted too quickly. He is only seven years old."

Song Yuanqiao smiled wryly: "You said that he was believed even at seventeen."

Ling Xueyan stroked her husband's arm and said: "May Emperor Zhenwu bless Qingshu with peace in this life, peace is enough."

Song Yuanqiao repeated: "Yes, peace is enough."

Besides, Song Qingshu and the two were rushing on the road, and after a while, it rained patteringly, which wet the boys and girls who were galloping on horseback.

"Yaoqin, let's find a place to shelter from the rain first." Song Qingshu said on horseback. Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly heard in Yang Yaoqin's ears. The sound of the wind and the sound of galloping horseshoes had no effect at all.

"Yes." Yang Yaoqin agreed.

Soon, the two came to a ruined temple by the side of the road. Song Qingshu led the horse into the temple and tied it in a corner.

The clothes of the two of them were already soaked, but the temple was small and open, and there were no shelters, so the two of them didn't change their clothes, they just dried their clothes clean after a little luck. , Although a little wrinkled, it is better than wet clothes.

Song Qingshu has practiced [Innate Kung Fu] for five years, and his starting point is more than a step higher than that of ordinary warriors. Naturally, drying clothes is no problem, and Yang Yaoqin has practiced [Nine Yin Manual] since childhood, and his internal strength is even stronger than Song Qingshu's. It is a bit higher, but it is not as pure as Song Qingshu's innate energy in quality, but it is also comparable to ordinary second-rate masters.

The two approached the fire, looking at the rain outside the door, each thinking about something.

Song Qingshu was thinking about how to find Hu Qingniu, but Yang Yaoqin was thinking about her parents at the moment. There was no news for five years, which made this weak girl feel lonely.

"Yaoqin, look." Song Qingshu noticed that the girl's expression was a little gloomy, knowing that she was thinking of her parents, so she wanted to divert the girl's attention.

When Yang Yaoqin looked over, he stretched out his hand, and slowly stretched his right hand into the fire, and then slowly backed out. Looking at his right hand again, it was still as white as jade, without any sign of burns, and between his two fingers, But there is a piece of wood that is still burning.

Yang Yaoqin took a closer look, and saw faint strands of fluorescence floating under the skin of Song Qingshu's right hand. It was these fluorescence that protected his hand from being burned by the flames. Yang Yaoqin knew that the fluorescence was Song Qingshu's innate qi.

If she is asked to do it, she will absolutely not be able to do it, this is the uniqueness of Xiantian Qi.

Yang Yaoqin saw the flame dancing between Song Qingshu's five fingers, like a flame elf, who was given life, and finally the flame danced faster and wrapped Song Qingshu's palm, his palm was like a A fire was burning.

The next moment, the flame rushed from Song Qingshu's hand into the rain curtain, and disappeared in an instant.

Yang Yaoqin faintly heard the scoffing sound of rain water extinguishing the flames.

But when she turned around, she saw that Song Qingshu was holding a piece of gray wood in his hand, which was exactly the piece he took out from the fire just now.

It was as if it was only the fire that flew out just now, but the fire starter stayed behind.

"How about it? It's not that bad." Song Qingshu said with a smile, and without waiting for Yang Yaoqin's answer, he took out a piece of dry food from his bag and roasted it on the fire.

Yang Yaoqin didn't plan to praise him either, she knew that Song Qingshu didn't care if she praised herself or not, she just wanted to divert her attention away from thinking about her parents, and she deserved it.

"Qingshu, we will arrive in Xiangyang tomorrow, and I suddenly remembered something."

Song Qingshu asked: "What?"

"Xiangyang is not an ordinary place for my Yang family."

"why?"

"Because of the sword mound!"

"Sword species? Which species?"

"The mound of graves."

Song Qingshu became interested, moved his buttocks, and prepared to listen carefully to Yang Yaoqin's talk about the sword mound.

Yang Yaoqin saw how funny he was, so she pursed her lips and continued: "Back then, my great-grandfather lost his arm unfortunately. He didn't want to embarrass the hero Guo Jing, so he left Xiangyang with his injuries and came to Jianzhong by accident, where he met Yi Shiyi Friends of the divine sculpture, and obtained the black iron epee and black iron swordsmanship of the sword demon Dugu Qiubai, and only then did the later divine sculpture heroes come into being."

"How did your great-grandfather break his arm?" Song Qingshu was quite curious, if it wasn't for the biting hatred, how could he easily break someone's arm.

Yang Yaoqin shook her head, expressing that she didn't know either: "I only occasionally heard my father talk about the great-grandfather, and I don't know everything about it."

"Then why did you bring up Jianzhong?"

"Because I know that there is something in the sword mound, which may be of great benefit to the third uncle's body." Yang Yaoqin said with a little pride.

Song Qingshu asked: "What is it?"

"Pussian curved snake!"

"snake?"

Yang Yaoqin nodded: "That's right, it's a snake. This kind of snake is a different species. When my great-grandfather broke his arm and suffered a serious injury, he relied on eating this kind of snake to replenish his vitality. My father also ate this kind of snake when he was young. For ordinary people. I think this kind of snake will have the miraculous effect of activating blood, dredging collaterals and replenishing vitality for the third uncle who has rejoined his bones."

Hearing this, a smile floated on Song Qingshu's face. Seeing Yang Yaoqin's silence, Yang Yaoqin was very uncomfortable being looked at by him, and shyness welled up in his heart. His face, which was as pure as jade all the year round, was also stained with red. Xia, showing a kind of thrilling coquettishness.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment and forgot to look away.

The two of them were under the heavy rain, in the ruined temple, beside the fire, one looked at the other, and the other lowered his head shyly, the air froze for a while, and there was nothing else in his heart except you and me.

Suddenly, a burst of chaotic footsteps broke the tranquility here, and several voices came from far and near to the ruined temple.

"There's a fire ahead, everyone, hurry up and go in to shelter from the rain."

Then the two people in the temple heard a loud shout and the sound of heavy objects crushing the soil.

Hearing that someone was coming, Yang Yaoqin immediately retreated from her shyness, and returned to that cold look. Song Qingshu also looked away, and continued to bake dry food, but he was reminiscing about the feeling just now.

Soon, a group of more than a dozen people appeared in front of the temple pulling a car. The group of people were dressed in uniform red clothes and covered their faces with red scarves.

The leader was wearing a black monk's robe, with a bald head and a round face. He turned out to be a monk. As he walked into the temple, the monk said to the people around him: "Quickly, put the things in the room and keep out of the rain. Keep two people on guard. Everyone else came in to take shelter from the rain."

After he entered the temple, he found a fire in a corner of the temple. Sitting beside the fire were two young men, a man and a woman. While eating dry food, the young man stared at himself and the others with bright eyes.

The monk said with a chuckle: "I didn't expect it to be two dolls. Why are you warming up in this wild temple on a rainy day? Could it be that they eloped and ran away from home. Hahaha"

The people around him also laughed out loud when they heard it.

Yang Yaoqin's face was reddish, and she didn't want to talk to these people. Song Qingshu could see that the monk had no malicious intentions, but he was still quite upset that he had been made fun of by others.

"Then you, a monk, did you also elope with those men in red?" Song Qing said expressionlessly, "Have you served so many people?"

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, the monk didn't get angry. Instead, he clasped his fist at Song Qingshu with a smile on his face: "Little brother, don't take offense, the monk likes to play tricks. When there is a sudden heavy rain on the road, use precious land to shelter from the rain."

Song Qingshu pointed to the opposite corner and said: "There is no owner here. Monk, you can do whatever you want, but first come, first served. Please go there to shelter from the rain."

A young man behind the monk saw Song Qingshu as a little doll, who was not polite to himself and others, and wanted to drive them to a corner, so he couldn't help saying angrily: "It's so small, and there are so many of us, who can squeeze it in. I See, you two should go over there and give this place to us!"

As he said that, he was about to come over and grab Song Qingshu's collar.

But as soon as he got close to the fire, he let out a scream and flew back.

The monk was blocked by the young man, so he didn't see how Song Qingshu made the move, but seeing his subordinates flying over, he quickly put his palm on his back to relieve him.

Looking at the young man again, there was an over-burned gray-white piece of wood embedded in his chest. At this moment, along with the skin of the young man's chest, the wood slag was falling down from the floor after rinsing.

The monk turned pale with fright, and looked at Song Qingshu in disbelief, how fragile this piece of wood is after being burned, it will break with a little force, and the little doll in front of him, who is at most fourteen or fifteen years old, can use this kind of wood residue What kind of effort is it to knock one's own men into the air.

The monk clasped his fists together again, and said with a serious face: "My next teacher, Peng Yingyu, dare to ask the young hero Gao's name?"

Song Qingshu was stunned, he was actually a member of the Mingjiao, whether it was his great-grandfather or several uncles, they all told himself that Mingjiao is really a cult, teaching many eccentric and extreme people, if you meet them, you should not be close friends .

Song Qingshu lost interest in these people in an instant, but out of understanding, he responded: "I'm going to Wudang Song Qingshu."

(End of this chapter)