Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 47 Young Dugu
The hazy halo shone in Song Qingshu's eyes through the eyelids, making him involuntarily stretch out his palms to cover his eyes.

This was Song Qingshu's first feeling when he woke up, it was glaring.

After his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized that he was lying on a wilderness.

There is no blue sky and white clouds above the head, nor the sun, the moon and the stars, only the dim yellow light falling down, and the whole wilderness is gloomy.

And this is when Song Qingshu discovered that what lay under him was not the ground, but a metal color. If he had to choose a color to describe it, Song Qingshu felt that it was somewhat similar to the color of a sword, not the new kind. The sword is the kind of rusty sword that has been exposed to wind and sun for hundreds of years. The silver-white metal is stained with this maroon rust, and it looks even more dilapidated under the dim yellow light.

Song Qingshu stood up and looked around, not knowing where he was.

Suddenly, he saw what seemed to be some low bushes in the distance, which was the only difference here, so he walked towards it.

But when he got closer, he realized that what kind of bushes were there? There were tens of thousands of long swords stuck on the ground in all directions, which looked like bushes from a distance.

Song Qingshu looked at these long swords in surprise. They were long or short, big or small, wide or narrow, new or old, gorgeous or ordinary; some were golden, some were broken, some were thick There are thick ones, but also delicate and transparent ones; some upright ones, and some evil ones...

This made him feel that the people in front of him were all living people.

Surprised in his heart, he didn't go any further. He turned around to return to the place where he woke up, but when he turned around, he found that the way he came had been covered by densely packed long swords. The gap can be used for people to walk.

So he took two steps forward and walked up to a sword, which was a very ordinary sword, the only thing special was the occasional blue light flowing on the sword.

He stretched out his hand to take out a sword, and then opened a path for himself, but when he stretched his hand close to the sword, the blade of the sword suddenly trembled, and then released a blue sword energy, The sword energy did not fly away, but was bound to the sword body, but even so, it still cut through Song Qingshu's palm, and blood gushed out instantly, pouring on the ground in front of him, and also pouring on the sword in front of him. On ordinary swords.

What he didn't realize was that as soon as the blood fell on the ground, it turned into a brownish-red rust-like substance on the ground, but he saw that the blood that fell on the sword hadn't even dripped on the ground yet. , was twisted by the sword energy on the sword, and disappeared in the next moment.

At this moment, the sword in front of Song Qingshu suddenly soared into the sky, leaving a white trail and a sharp scream in the air.

"I see the sky and move a sword, open the clouds and break the moon to hang the sun."

Seeing the sword qi roaring through the nine heavens, even though he didn't know where he was, Song Qingshu was still excited by it at the moment. He had seen such a scene in his dream before. Ming, how unrestrained and ethereal it is, I didn't expect to see such a scene here now.

Is this a dream come true?Song Qingshu couldn't help guessing secretly, but looking at the scar on his palm, the painful feeling still reminded him that this was not a dream.

So what is this place?He looked into the distance again, but there was nothing but various swords.

"Could it be possible to use my own blood to open the way?" Looking at the endless sea of ​​swords in front of him, he couldn't help swallowing. Even if each sword uses a drop of blood, with his small body, it is estimated that he will not be able to walk 100 miles. He would bleed too much and die.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a loud bang above his head, he hurriedly looked up, and saw that flying sword descended from the sky at this moment, and came straight towards him.

He hurriedly backed away, trying to avoid the sword, but the sword seemed to be a gangrene, no matter how Song Qingshu moved, the tip of the sword was always pointing at him.

Seeing that the long sword was coming straight at him, and would stab himself right through in the next moment, Song Qingshu took his time and pulled out a long sword beside him, and then blocked the incoming sword with a stance of [Turning the Wind].Once the move worked, Song Qingshu swung his sword, and swung the oncoming long sword aside, then stretched out his left hand, ready to grab its hilt first.

Unexpectedly, just before his hand grabbed the hilt of the sword, a slender but rough hand grabbed the sword one step ahead of him.

Song Qingshu was taken aback, is there anyone else here?
He stepped a little bit, his figure floated back, and then looked at the person who appeared suddenly.

I saw a young man in coarse white clothes standing there with a long sword upside down. The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old. Singular attraction.The most noticeable thing is his pair of eyes, which are as deep as ink, and the pupils are surprisingly large, showing a strange appearance with few whites and large pupils. Only when the eyes roll can you see those tiny whites. If he stares at a Looking around, the eye sockets are completely black, there is no joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sorrow or resentment, it is daunting to look at.

At this moment, the boy looked down at the sword in his hand and remained silent.

"Who are you?" Song Qingshu asked, but the young man didn't answer,
"Where is this place?" The boy still seemed not to hear it.

Suddenly, the boy raised his head, looked at Song Qingshu with dark eyes, and asked, "Do you like swords?" His voice was the same as Song Qingshu's, like the sound of metal and iron clashing.

Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, he thought it was his own voice in a trance, how could the voices of two people be so similar.

He asked back, "Do you like it?"

The boy frowned and said, "I... probably don't like it."

"should?"

"Well, it should be... right?"

The conversation between the two is like a person talking to himself.

Song Qingshu couldn't help asking again: "Don't you know if you like it or not?"

The young man said: "Of course I know! I don't like swords! But... Master and senior brother said that I should like swords and I should practice swords. After all, my sword skills are very poor."

Song Qingshu asked curiously: "Then do you like knives?"

The boy seemed to think for a while and said: "I should like it, but the master and brother said that I should not practice swords."

"Perhaps your master and senior brother are right." Although Song Qingshu didn't know where this place was, he thought it must be closely related to the sword mound, and the sword mound was built by the sword demon Dugu Qiubai, so he speculated that the young man in front of him was very likely It is Sword Demon.

He tentatively asked, "What's your name?"

The boy said casually, "My name is Dugu."

Sure enough, this young man is really Dugu Qiubai, but at this time he has not become the sword demon who only wants to be defeated, he is just a young man who doesn't know whether to practice swords or swords.

Song Qingshu said affirmatively: "Then you should practice sword!"

The young Dugu looked at him and said with a painful expression: "But, I don't like practicing swords, I want to practice swords."

Song Qingshu was also very depressed in his heart, how could the sword demon like to practice swords? !

So he asked, "Are you good at swordsmanship?"

When it came to sword skills, the young man's loneliness immediately became full of spirits, and he waved the sword in his hand like a knife and said: "My sword skills are very good. There is no one in Ba Dao Sect that is better than me. Even my senior brother and master are not as good as me."

When Song Qingshu heard this, he frowned and said, "Your saber technique is better than your master?"

"That's right! Hahaha! The master can't beat me, and the senior brother can't beat me either! Then they don't allow me to practice swords. But my sword practice is very painful, but they can't see it at all!" Speaking of this, the young Dugu suddenly changed. He became a little hysterical, "He is jealous of me! They are all jealous of me! They are jealous that I am better than them in swordsmanship, talent, and martial arts!"

After being hysterical for a while, he suddenly became a little weak again, and said softly: "But the master is my master, and the senior brother is also my senior brother. They treat me very well, and I should listen to them. I should go to practice swords But I can't help it! I can't help not practicing the sword!"

Song Qingshu looked at the young man in front of him, saw his expression suddenly became cunning, and then heard him say: "So I practiced secretly without telling anyone. I practiced sword during the day and practiced knife at night. I ran to the river. Practice secretly, practice secretly. Until..."

"Until it's discovered?"

The young Dugu nodded, and said sadly again: "One evening, I was practicing knives by the river, and the master came out suddenly. I was startled, so I knelt down in front of him and begged the master to forgive me. on the top of my head and said..."

He stopped here, and instead stroked his hair with his hands, as if he was remembering something.

Song Qingshu asked: "What did your master say?"

"Master said that I... have become enchanted."

Song Qingshu's eyebrows twitched, obsessed?Could it be that the sword demon's demon is not a title, but a realm?
"What is obsession?"

"You are the same as I was asking." The young Dugu smiled at Song Qingshu. His smile was so pure that one couldn't help but feel joy in his heart.

"What did your master say?"

"He said that those who have become demons will not recognize their relatives, they will not be relatives for a hundred generations, there is no righteousness and no evil, no good and no evil, and only self in their hearts, it is very easy to cause murder and call for divine punishment!"

Song Qingshu couldn't help shivering secretly, if he also fell into a demon, which one should he abandon from the Wudang family?No!It is impossible to give up one!
"And then?" He continued to ask.

The young Dugu looked at him and laughed twice: "Then? Then you died!"

After all, he raised his sword and slashed at Song Qingshu. The way he danced the sword was completely like a saber, and he slashed at Song Qingshu with a "sword".

Song Qingshu raised the sword in his hand to block it, and the sword in his hand broke when the two swords met. The young Dugu's sword continued to strike at Song Qingshu's roof.

Song Qingshu stepped on his feet, turned around and suddenly appeared behind the young Dugu. This step used the Wudang light kung fu [Tiyun Zong], which has the full effect of flashing, turning, and moving.

Song Qingshu's broken sword aimed at the back of the young Dugu's neck and slashed. Because half of the sword was broken, he was very close to Dugu. The trick [wrap the head and wrap the brain] blocked Song Qingshu's broken sword.

Then he kicked back, he was much taller than Song Qingshu, this script was prepared to kick the lower abdomen, but it went straight to the chest.

Song Qingshu also raised his foot and kicked the young boy Dugu's ankle horizontally. With this move, he used eyes to fight against no eyes. One step, and Song Qingshu also took two steps back.

(End of this chapter)