Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 41

Song Qingshu chased under the tree, and found that there was no one on the tree, but there was a pool of blood flowing down the trunk, which had dried up and solidified at this time, and he thought it must be the half of the arrow he broke and threw back that hurt the eagle shooter Hands, there will be this puddle of blood.

He knelt down and checked under the tree carefully, and found some fresh blood dripping on the green grass under the tree, and the blood stains stretched all the way to the distance.

Song Qingshu followed the bloodstains and chased down. As a result, he had just taken two steps, but when he was about to land, a flash of light flashed in his mind. A bad premonition was reminding him. He withdrew his steps and squatted down to check carefully again. When he peeled off the grass, he found that half of the arrowhead was buried in the soil under his feet, and half of the arrowhead was exposed to the ground. If he had stepped on it just now, the arrowhead would have pierced through the sole of his shoe, and he found that there was a stick on the arrowhead. If you touch the blue reflection, it should be poisoned.

Song Qingshu sighed secretly, he was indeed the best eagle shooter, his kung fu might not be as high as his own, but his battlefield experience was not something he could match. The effect of Zhi Qi on detoxification is far inferior to its healing effect. If you are pierced by this arrow, although you will not die, you will definitely not be able to chase the eagle shooter again.

After this scene, Song Qingshu curbed his carelessness. After all, the Mongols almost made him suffer a dark loss. If he continued to pursue the enemy with this attitude, he might capsize in the gutter.

So he stood up on the spot, put his feet on the tree trunk beside him, and flew lightly a few feet away. When his figure was about to fall, he tapped the weeds under his feet again, and then floated a few feet away. It is erratic, but the speed is extremely fast, and the land of a few feet is reached in an instant.

Not long after, Song Qingshu saw a somewhat staggering figure appearing in front of him, dressed as a Mongolian soldier, carrying a huge bow and a quiver on his back, walking forward with his legs covered and rolling.

As if hearing movement behind him, the man turned his head to take a look, and suddenly found that Song Qingshu was galloping towards him, rolled on the spot, and when he stood up again, the huge bow behind him was already in his hand, and at the same time a long black arrow Also resting on the bowstring, he saw his arms expand, and he pulled the bowstring of the giant bow into a full moon shape, and the arrow pointed directly at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu didn't continue to practice his kung fu, but landed on the ground and stood three feet away from the eagle shooter, which made the sculpture shooter overjoyed. You must know that for a sculpture shooter at this distance, as long as the bow is fully drawn, everything will be shot. The shot must hit.

You are courting death.The Condor Archer meditated in his heart, took a deep breath, suppressed his heart rate to the lowest, and looked for that moment of peace.This is the unique skill of every eagle shooter. At this moment, he is in absolute calm and stability.

"Sah!" The Condor Archer let out a breath. At this moment, the black arrow left the string and turned into a black shadow, passing through time, stealing the sunlight, and arriving at the front of Song Qingshu's throat in an instant. inch.

But at this moment, the Condor Archer's breath hadn't finished yet.

Song Qing's expression was flat and cold, as if he hadn't seen the black arrow in front of him, he still stood there blankly, so the black arrow passed through his throat and deeply inserted into the trunk behind him, leaving its tail feathers in the Shaking in the air.

Seeing this scene, the Condor Archer sat on the ground exhausted, threw the giant bow in his hand aside, took out a water bag from his waist, and prepared to take a good rest. The wounds are all open.

But the moment he raised his head to drink water, his face suddenly became very ugly, because he saw a ghost-like figure on a tree in the distance, swaying up and down with the breeze on a twig .

The archer looked sharply at the place where he shot the arrow just now, there was nothing but a long black arrow stuck in the tree trunk.

"You don't need to look for it." Song Qingshu stomped on the twig so hard that he bent over. The twig supported Song Qingshu and sent him to the ground. Under the action of the tree, it bounced back into the air, swayed a few times during the meeting, and then slowly stopped. As the branches swayed, countless leaves fell down one after another, wrapping the two of them into a space that was sprinkled.

"Desperate?" Song Qingshu walked up to the eagle shooter, looked down at him from top to bottom, and said such a sentence.

The eagle shooter was a standard Mongolian with a broad nose, short bridge and prominent cheekbones. When he heard Song Qingshu's question, he seemed to disdain to answer him, and gulped down water on his own.

Song Qingshu didn't interrupt him, or he was waiting for the next move of the Condor Archer. He knew that his question was not answered because the Mongolian in front of him was not desperate enough.

Sure enough, the eagle shooter pretended to drink water, but in fact he secretly touched the meat knife at his waist. Suddenly he threw the water bag in his hand at Song Qingshu, and then the meat knife at his waist was unsheathed. Xiang Song Qingshu's dantian, this knife is not innocuous, if it is really stabbed in the dantian, the innate qi behind Song Qingshu will also disappear and become a useless person.

But how could Song Qingshu make such a mistake, his right hand was actually faster than the knife, before the knife touched his clothes, his index finger was already close to the forehead of the carving hand.

Then, flex your fingers and flick!
Like a stone being thrown, the Condor Archer flew out while spinning sideways. After bouncing up and down a few times on the ground, he slammed into a big tree three feet away. He even Hearing the "cracking" sound of the big tree behind him, maybe it's not the big tree, but his spine.

The body slammed into the tree trunk, and was bounced back to the ground in front of the tree by the huge inertia. The weeds under the tree were crushed by his face, revealing the brown soil. run away.

He felt that his spine was broken, because he couldn't feel his body at the moment, he wanted to get up quickly and give the Han man a knife, but this was impossible, he even smelled a smell of urine, presumably it was himself piss.

Song Qingshu walked up to the Condor Shooter at this moment, lowered his head and asked again: "Are you desperate?"

The Condor Archer spat fiercely with the only mouth he could control and said, "Kill me! Kill me!"

Song Qingshu actually admired the bravery of this Mongolian man at this moment. His spine was broken and he was incontinent, and his body was already disabled.

"You're still a man, but it's a pity you killed my Han..." Before Song Qingshu could finish speaking, he grabbed the Condor Archer by his hair and dragged him towards the ruined temple.

"The hair of the Mongols is really thorny." Song Qingshu muttered, but his voice was covered by the screams of the eagle shooter. Song Qingshu dragged him by his hair. It was broken, and blood splashed all over his cheeks in an instant. He couldn't move his whole body, he could only curse Song Qingshu loudly, spit out all kinds of obscenities mixed with Mongolian words, until Song Qingshu kicked his jaw and shot the eagle. Hand can only curse Song Qingshu with resentful eyes.

"You need to know that your pain at this moment is self-inflicted. If you didn't kill the Han people, you wouldn't meet me. If you didn't run so far, you wouldn't suffer for so long. This is what we often say Yes, just and honest, retribution is not good!"

It was rare for Song Qingshu to say a few words, but the angry Condor Archer's hand and mouth squirmed and spurted blood.

Until meeting the Mingjiao disciple who came to hunt down the Mongols, Song Qingshu threw the eagle shooter to a Mingjiao disciple, and then walked to the ruined temple by himself, not caring how terrifying the Mingjiao disciple looked at him.

Back at the ruined temple, the seven or eight headless corpses were still standing there, as if there was some kind of curse, no one dared to touch those corpses, only Peng Yingyu sighed "good sword" when she saw this scene.

The open space in front of the temple was filled with the corpses of Mongolian soldiers. At this moment, the disciples of Mingjiao Lihuoqi had poured kerosene on fire and burned them before leaving.

Seeing Song Qingshu come back, Peng Yingyu hurried over and cupped her hands and said, "Thank you Song Shaoxia for your help!"

Song Qingshu first gave Yang Yaoqin a stable look, and then said to Monk Peng: "Your Excellency, you are welcome. I said that this is a grievance between me and the Condor Archer, and has nothing to do with your religion."

Monk Peng laughed and said: "Monk Peng is still able to distinguish between grievances and grievances. Shaoxia Song values ​​love and righteousness, and has great skills. He will definitely lead Wudang to glory in the future. Monk Peng hereby swears that if he becomes an enemy of Shaoxia Song in the future , I will sever my own heart in return for saving my life!"

Chang Yuchun interjected, "I, Chang Yuchun, are the same!"

Song Qingshu shook his head and didn't say anything else, let them post if they are willing to swear, he has nothing to do with it.

Yang Yaoqin came over at this moment, looked at Song Qingshu's hands full of blood donations and asked, "How did you make it like this?"

Song Qingshu said: "It belongs to the Mongols."

"Then come here, and I'll wash it for you."

"Ah."

Neither of them realized that this shocking change had actually made the relationship between the two of them closer, as if a barrier had been broken invisibly.

When the two came to the corner, Yang Yaoqin washed Song Qingshu's palm with a water bag, and it took two bags of water to rinse it clean.

While the two were washing their hands, the Mingjiao disciple who dragged Song Qingshu back to shoot the eagle came back. After he came in, he glanced at Song Qingshu first, then walked up to Monk Peng and whispered a few words, Monk Peng and Chang Yuchun So he went out with him.

Several people went out to take a look, and saw the eagle archer, who was lying on his back on the ground, groaning weakly, his clothes were worn to shreds, and the flesh on his chest was covered with broken bricks and tiles on the ground. The flesh and blood cut by the stones turned outwards, and the thighs were as ragged as the chest in two days, the chin was crushed, and the saliva mixed with the donated blood kept dripping. The worst part was the top of the head. The scalp is numb at first glance, but weak at the end.

"Did you do this?" Monk Peng asked the disciple.

He replied: "No, it was Song...Song Shaoxia who did it. When I met him, he was dragging the animal back by the hair, and he handed him over to me after he saw me. How long has it dragged on, and it has become like this."

After everyone heard this, they couldn't help sighing, they all felt that this young man's kung fu is superb, his heart is like a stone, and he will become a great weapon in the future, but if they want to sympathize with this eagle shooter, they will never have it.

Chang Yuchun stepped on the Condor Archer's chest, but found that the other party did not respond at all. Only then did he realize that the Condor Archer was paralyzed and lost consciousness, so he ordered his two disciples to throw the Condor Archer into the pile of corpses and pour water on him. The kerosene will be burnt to death together when he leaves.

As promised, the two disciples casually threw the Condor Archer into the corpse pile of the Mongols, poured oil on fire, and went on to other things.

Peng Yingyu looked at the eagle shooter, and at the moment he was looking at herself with resentful eyes, so he picked up two stones from the ground, flicked the bow left and right, and blinded the eagle shooter's eyes, the painful eagle shooter He banged his head desperately.

"I'll let you live a little longer, and I'll use you as a living sacrifice to my dead brothers later!" Chang Yuchun spat, turned and went back to the temple.

(End of this chapter)