Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 49
The confrontation between the two of them was just a touch of water, and there was no sword, sword, blood flowing into a river, but in these two confrontations, the two sides basically knew each other's details. Song Qingshu knew that the young Dugu at this time was just a fledgling apprentice When it is completed, it can be seen from his name that the saint is fearless, fearless, and invincible.At this time, Dugu also has millions of soldiers in his heart, and he dares to kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners. It can be said that it is the most vigorous, upward and most willful time in a person's life, so his sword is also the most direct, simple and deadly. when.

And the young Dugu's view of Song Qingshu is exactly the same. This young man who looks younger than himself has a powerful qi in his body, and his stamina, endurance, and recovery power are stronger than his own. It was a defeat, a complete defeat, but when I was sober, I was only able to draw with it. It also proved that the skill of the young man in front of me was indeed comparable to my own. The only thing he was not as good as my own was Weak understanding of swords and basic skills.

Yes, Juggernaut Dugu is qualified to say that anyone's foundation is weak, because no matter who it is, they only practice thirteen moves when facing a person, and they don't do it ten times a hundred times.Instead, practice thousands of times and millions of times. Facing such a person, no one dares to say that their foundation is solid.

"Your foundation is too weak." The boy Dugu opened his mouth and said.

Song Qingshu frowned. In the past five years, besides gathering energy during the day and dusk, he has also practiced the basic Wudang swordsmanship. Make him unable to refute.

From the fight just now, he could see that the basic skills of this young Dugu were unbelievably solid.

The young Dugu waved his sword and said, "See clearly, I created this myself!"

"[Piercing Sword]!" As soon as he finished speaking, the young Dugu used the most basic posture in swordsmanship - stabbing the sword. Song Qingshu also practiced this move every day, but at this moment he saw the young Dugu using it This move, the hairs all over his body stand on end and he can't move his eyes anymore. It's not because of how powerful this move is, but because this move is too standard. No matter which direction you look at it, it is the standard of the standard. Song Qingshu couldn't find any flaws.

The young Dugu didn't use his true energy, but seemed to be just demonstrating his swordsmanship to Song Qingshu, so when he performed this move, there was no earth-shattering movement, but Song Qingshu was dazzled by it.

"The second trick is here, [Sword Splitting Style]!"

It is still the most basic sword move, and it is still a flawless standard, but it is not a rigid standard. In Song Qingshu's eyes, when this sword is used, it seems to have thousands of vitality, and it may be transformed into any one at any time. With this kind of sword power, people move with their heart, and their heart moves freely.

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu's heart moved, and he suddenly thought of a sentence: "No sword is better than a sword!"

At this moment, tears welled up in his eyes. This was the first time Song Qingshu cried in five years. It was not because he was so sad, but because he suddenly saw the excitement of another realm, which was a kind of attachment to "Tao". It was the same when Yu Lianzhou first saw Zhang Sanfeng using the Yin-Yang Fish.

"[Broken Sword Power]!"

"[Falling sword momentum]!"

"[Sword Transformation Potential]!"

"[Wipe Sword Power]!"

"[Sword Swing]!"

"【Li Jianshi】!"

"【Sword Swinging Poses】!"

"【Cutting Sword Poses】!"

"[Frustrating Sword Power]!"

"【Abandoned Sword Poses】!"

"【Wan Jianshi】!"

After the demonstration of the thirteen sword moves, the young Dugu looked at Song Qingshu and said loudly, "How is it? Do you understand?"

Song Qingshu shook his head: "I don't understand."

"Hahaha. It's normal if you don't understand it. You are still young, and you have plenty of time to understand it."

"I'm afraid I'll forget."

"Don't worry, you won't forget until you understand."

The young Dugu seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and looked a little tired at the moment. He sat on the ground with his buttocks on the ground, leaning on a sword in one hand, and looked at the endless sea of ​​swords in the distance.

Song Qingshu also looked in the same direction. Apart from the sword, there was only a dim yellow sky.

"These thirteen moves were created by you?" he asked.

The young Dugu replied: "That's right, I'm going to call him [Dugu Thirteen Swords]."

Song Qingshu said: "It's really ugly."

The young Dugu said: "You are jealous of me. You are handsome at a young age, you are also a sword master, and you have created your own swordsmanship. It is already very powerful for ordinary people to have the same ability as me. You don't have to feel inferior."

Song Qingshu didn't bother to refute, but instead asked this question: "Why don't you practice swords anymore?"

The expression on the young Dugu's face suddenly changed. He didn't speak for a long time, and Song Qingshu didn't ask questions until after a while, he slowly said: "Did you see the sky over there? That dim yellow color, like a very that evening."

"That night, my master found out that I practiced the knife secretly. I knelt in front of him and begged his forgiveness. The master stroked the top of my head and said that I was an idiot. Then he took my knife and said that he would take it back. Go. I understand the meaning of withdrawing the knife, but Master wants to drive me away."

"I grew up in Badaomen, and that is my home. If I leave Badaomen, I will die."

"I begged Master not to drive me away, but Master didn't say anything. Instead, he used my sword to perform a set of [Sangran Sword Technique]. That set of knife technique was created by Master after Master's death. Dance alone, that set of sword skills makes people uncomfortable."

"Master is going to break up with me at this time, but I am not reconciled. I think Master is jealous of my talent. I am afraid that I will be better than him, and I am afraid that I will surpass him one day. I am not convinced. Why are you not as good as me? My choice? Just because you teach me to raise me, just because you kiss me and love me, just because you treat me like a son, and I treat you like a father? Absolutely not!"

"Thinking about it now, I really followed Master's words at that time. Those who become demons will not be recognized by their six relatives, and they will not be relatives for a hundred generations."

"So I took advantage of Master practicing the saber, and put my body up to the edge of the knife. As expected, Master withdrew the knife, so I snatched the knife and stabbed Master directly."

"I still remember the astonishment Master looked at me at that time. He probably never dreamed that his apprentice would point the blade at him."

"Actually, I didn't stab him. Master himself grabbed the blade with his hand and inserted it into his chest."

"I still remember the last words Master said before he died."

"I serve the devil with my body, I hope you will never touch a knife again in this life!"

"Thinking about it now, Master was begging to die for me at that time."

At this point, the young Dugu's tears have already wet his collar, and the pain and regret can no longer be suppressed.

He had kept this matter in his heart for an unknown amount of time, but now that he said it, he realized that the memory of that time was so clear and the pain was so deep.

At this time, Song Qingshu suddenly found that the boy's figure was slowly fading, like a colored painting, slowly fading with the passage of time.

The young man was immersed in pain and couldn't extricate himself, he didn't notice his abnormality, and Song Qingshu didn't intend to disturb him.

The next moment, his figure first turned into black and white, and then even these two colors gradually faded. Finally, he was like a phantom, or like a wisp of smoke, which was blown by the wind and dispersed.

Only the blue sword was trembling slightly, making a buzzing sound.

"That's it, are you leaving?" Song Qingshu watched the young Dugu disappear slowly without panic or retention, like a dream, and he was bound to wake up.

He raised his eyes and saw that there was no one else here except himself at this moment, and he returned to the time when he just woke up, except for the sword or the sword.

"Sure enough. This is the Sword Tomb."

As his words fell to the ground, except for the green sword, all the swords here soared into the sky, and a long river of thousands of swords hung in the sky above Song Qingshu's head, like a giant dragon, or like a Kunpeng, with the sky as the sea, in " "sea" tossed and wandered, but never left the sky above Song Qingshu's head.

Song Qingshu walked to the place where the young Dugu disappeared, and pulled out the green sword. At this time, the green sword was not disobedient at all. He let Song Qingshu play with him. The blue light on the sword flickered, and the rhythm seemed to be breathing.

Song Qingshu raised his sword and raised his chest, facing the river of ten thousand swords proudly, and shouted loudly: "Come on!"

The next moment, the Ten Thousand Swords Changhe seemed to be responding to Song Qingshu. His figure, which was originally wandering around, suddenly paused, and then came straight towards Song Qingshu.

The length, width, and height of the river of ten thousand swords are unknown. Song Qingshu is in front of it, like Mount Tai is to ants, and the sea is to krill. But at this moment, Song Qingshu's long sword is upside down, and the innate qi fills his whole body. His aura soared to the sky, and he did not lose the wind in the face of the river of ten thousand swords.

So under the dim light, a huge giant fell from the sky, aiming at a small figure under it, the figure lifted the long sword upside down, facing the huge giant above its head without fear, lingering around With wisps of blue sword energy, the sword energy wanted to soar into the sky, but it was suppressed and restrained on his body surface, waiting for the final blow.

"The wind rises towards the sky, and the sword goes all the way to the west! Well done!" Song Qingshu yelled, stepped forward, and instead of retreating, he attacked the giant first. The tip of a sword at the very front of the object.

"[Sword stabbing momentum]!"

The next moment, the two collided, and the sword energy flew horizontally, shattering everything.

Sword energy is mixed with true energy, and the two collided and blended to create an endless gust of wind, which contained countless fragments of the sword blade, setting off "monstrous waves" in the entire sword mound, one after another, one after another. One by one, the entire ground was torn up and rolled up, revealing the dark and deep void below, and then the entire sky was torn apart one by one like a canvas, each tearing a piece, revealing the same dark and endless void behind, and finally this violent With one volume, everything between the heaven and the earth has been turned into a black void, only this huge storm is still roaring.

After a long time, the storm gradually subsided, and then everything torn by the storm, like a scroll of painting, slowly stretched out, covering the endless void.

Everything is back to how it was at the beginning.

The wind blew, and the countless swords trembled slightly, as if they were saying goodbye to something, or looking forward to something.

(End of this chapter)