Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 42 Xiangyang Sword Tomb
The Mingjiao people returned to the ruined temple and found that Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin had packed their bags and were ready to go on the road.

Monk Peng said: "Song Shaoxia is in such a hurry, where do you want to go?"

Song Qingshu suddenly thought that Hu Qingniu was not a disciple of the Ming Sect, and it happened that Peng Yingyu was one of the five members of the Ming Sect, and his status was not low. He might know the exact location of Hu Qingniu, so he asked Monk Peng, "Do you know where Hu Qingniu, the doctor of the Butterfly Valley?"

Peng Yingyu laughed and said: "Song Shaoxia is asking the right person. Others may not know, but the monk and I have a close relationship with Hu Qingniu, so I still know his position."

"Oh? Is it convenient to tell me?"

"The location of Butterfly Valley is very hidden. If there is no one to guide you, it will be very difficult to enter. If Song Shaoxia doesn't dislike it, how about asking Boren to take you to find Hu Qingniu?"

Song Qingshu didn't want Mingjiao people to follow him, because the two of them had to go to Jianzhong next time. If someone from Mingjiao followed, it would be inconvenient, so he readily rejected Monk Peng's offer.

"It's inconvenient! You just need to tell me the general location of Butterfly Valley, and I will be able to find it."

Monk Peng's face changed a little at this time, he was always a person who valued friendship, Song Qingshu saved them, he remembered it here, but the other party's attitude of not wanting to have anything to do with them, a group of Mingjiao people, really annoyed him a bit.

Chang Yuchun interjected at this moment: "Butterfly Valley is on the bank of Nushan Lake in Chuzhou, northern Anhui. I can wait for the two of you in Chuzhou first, and then I can bring you two into the valley together?"

"Well, that's fine." Song Qingshu nodded, agreeing with Chang Yuchun's opinion.

Yang Yaoqin naturally did not object.

Chang Yuchun said happily: "Since that's the case, I'll wait for you two at Mingguang Inn in Chuzhou. When you arrive in Chuzhou, you can find Mingguang Inn by asking around. You just need to tell the boss to find Chang Boren."

Song Qingshu clasped his fists and said, "Thank you Your Excellency over there."

Hearing this, Monk Peng saw that Song Qingshu opened his mouth and shut his mouth, and knew that he was trying to avoid suspicion. After all, Wudang is a well-known and upright school, but Mingjiao's reputation is not very good, so he stopped talking and asked Chang Yuchun to take them into Butterfly Valley , can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the two.

So he greeted: "Brothers, the boxes are loaded and ready to go!"

Mingjiao everyone promises!

Then he turned around and clasped his fists to Song Qingshu and said, "Song Shaoxia, I'll take a step ahead. When we meet again by fate, we will have a good time together! Farewell!"

Song Qingshu clasped his fists in return.

Seeing that Peng Yingyu had gone out, Chang Yuchun clasped his fists at Song Qingshu and said, "Then I will wait for you two in Chuzhou. Goodbye!"

After all, he left the temple gate with the disciples of the Ming Cult.

Song Qingshu watched them move the three big boxes out, he didn't ask where the gunpowder came from, just like Peng Yingyu didn't ask why he was looking for Hu Qingniu.

Song Qingshu kept in mind his fourth uncle's words, "Don't mind your own business", just like this time, if he wasn't cautious enough, he might really be poisoned by the eagle shooter. A lot of trouble.

Only now did he truly understand the weight of the words "meddling his own business".

Watching the Mingjiao people load the gunpowder into the carriage and drift away in a burst of chaos, only one person was left waiting in the pile of Mongolian corpses.

Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin also led the horse out of the ruined temple.

I don't know when the rain has stopped, the surrounding ground is mottled, and the thick blood in some puddles still reminds the two of what happened before.

At this time, that Mingjiao disciple came over and said to Song Qingshu: "Song Shaoxia, the Buddha asked me to wait here, and I will light the fire after you two leave, so as not to stain your eyes."

Song Qingshu took a look at the high pile of corpses, there were already a lot of flies flying on it, and from time to time there was a head shaking, but it was the surviving eagle shooter.

Yang Yaoqin glanced in that direction timidly, her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but clutch Song Qingshu's sleeve.

Song Qingshu patted the back of her hand, and said to the Mingjiao disciple: "Light it up."

After finishing speaking, without taking a look, Tong Yang Yaoqin got on the horse and galloped down the mountain. Behind them, the fire rose into the sky, instantly heating up the surrounding temperature. Even if the two were far enough apart, they could still feel it. to that heat flow.

After the Mingjiao disciple clicked, he chased in the direction of the brigade, ignoring the scorching flames that burned the pile of corpses and burned the ruined temple at the same time.

The fire lasted for most of the day. I don't know whether it was the kerosene or the people who couldn't bear it. In the end, only a large pile of off-white powder was left, which was blown by the wild wind in the mountains, and then fell into the forest profusely. Leaving a piece of barren land without any grass, without any trace.

Besides, Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin slowed down after galloping for a period of time. Yang Yaoqin's face was still pale at the moment. It seemed that the scene she had just seen had a deep impact on her. After all, she was only an eleventh year old. Two-year-old girl.

Song Qingshu saw that something was wrong with her, so he asked, "What's the matter, are you scared?"

Yang Yaoqin thought for a while and said, "I just think it's too sudden."

"Huh? What's so sudden."

"Things happened too suddenly. The Mingjiao people came suddenly, the Mongols came suddenly, the killing came suddenly, and it ended suddenly."

Song Qingshu didn't expect Yang Yaoqin to say this, thought for a while and said: "The fourth uncle once told me not to meddle in other people's business after going down the mountain. I thought he was afraid that I would lose money, but now that I want to come, he just wants to tell me about the things in this world. Too many people, too many people, I can't handle it."

Yang Yaoqin nodded.

Song Qingshu continued: "Maybe this is Jianghu. There are many grievances and hatreds, but not many joys, anger, sorrows and joys. You think everything happened too suddenly, but in fact it is already predestined."

"Then we can ignore it." Yang Yaoqin tilted her head and said.

"But it doesn't agree!" Song Qingshu pointed to his chest, where there was a throbbing heart, "It's like I don't want to see my compatriots slaughtered by alien races, but I have a unique skill but stand by. If I meddle in other people's business, I will go against my heart and be a spectator? I can't seem to do it."

"Then you mean that fourth uncle made a mistake?"

"No, Fourth Uncle is right, and I am also right. Wrong, it is this world!" For the first time in his life, Song Qingshu felt that it was not optional for him to come to this world, and he felt that he should bear some kind of responsibility. Change the current world where killings are everywhere and hostility is rampant.Although these are still too complicated for a seven-year-old child, no matter how mature he is, it is undeniable that a seed called ambition has been quietly planted in Song Qingshu's heart, and it will only wait for one day with the help of the spring breeze. Yu took root and sprouted, and grew into a towering tree.

After that, the two of them never mentioned what happened in the ruined temple again. It was a bad memory, so just keep him in the bottom of your heart and let it go with the passage of time.

After several days of running around, the two finally arrived outside Xiangyang City. Looking at the majestic city standing in the distance, even Yang Yaoqin couldn't help showing a relaxed smile, and hurriedly greeted Song Qingshu to enter the city.

Instead of going to the Wudang Taoist Hall, the two found an inn to rest, and asked Xiaoer to boil hot water to wash off the dust on his body, then went to bed early, and prepared to go to find the sword tomb the next day.

The next day, Song Qingshu was waiting for Yang Yaoqin downstairs, but after more than half an hour, Yang Yaoqin was not seen coming downstairs, so he was about to go upstairs to find her, but he ran into her at the stairs.

Song Qingshu asked her why she hadn't come down for so long, Yang Yaoqin didn't speak, just pushed him outside.

The two rode horses all the way east out of Xiangyang City, Yang Yaoqin led the way, Song Qingshu followed by half a horse behind, the two of them were not walking fast, because Yang Yaoqin was also walking and stopping to identify the direction and route.

After more than half an hour, the two walked through the forest and across the water, and slowly walked into a valley.

Both sides of the valley are covered with vines and moss, which is difficult for ordinary people to climb. From time to time, the roar of some wild animals can be heard, which adds a bit of mystery to the valley.

"Back then, my great-grandfather was able to find the sword mound, all relying on divine carvings to guide the way. Because the valley was full of poisonous snakes and beasts, it was difficult for outsiders to enter. Later, my grandfather and father also went to the sword mound with my great-grandfather. It is said that the great-grandfather would go to the sword mound every Qingming Festival to worship. Daddy I once told me about his going to Jianzhong, and I only remembered a rough idea, but I can't guarantee that I will find it." Yang Yaoqin looked at the surrounding scenery and said to Song Qingshu, she also had no idea.

Song Qingshu comforted her and said, "It's best if you can find it. If you really can't find it, it's God's will, so don't blame yourself."

"Ah."

Suddenly, the horses under the two of them stopped in place and refused to move forward, and kept neighing, as if there was some natural enemy ahead.

The two looked at each other and felt that they had found something, so they tied the horse to the tree and continued on foot.

The two of them passed through the valley and walked downhill, gradually getting deeper and deeper. The vegetation was lush and the canopy covered the sky everywhere, and there was no trace of human presence anymore. Moreover, Song Qingshu could smell a faint fishy smell, which was very faint at first. But it's getting thicker.

"Did you smell it?" Song Qingshu asked.

Yang Yaoqin sniffed and said, "What do you smell?"

"A stench."

"Is it the bosi snake?"

"I don't know, pay attention to your feet and be careful."

"Ah."

The two walked deeper and deeper, and they could no longer stay where they went. They could only use their swords to pick apart the lush branches and weeds. However, the further Song Qingshu walked, the more he felt something was wrong. It seemed that thousands of pairs of eyes were staring at him invisible. This feeling became more obvious from the moment he smelled the fishy smell.

"Yaoqin, stop."

Yang Yaoqin looked at Song Qingshu suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Song Qingshu looked around and said, "We seem to be surrounded."

"Huh? Surrounded by what?"

"What else can you be, Boss bends the snake."

(End of this chapter)