Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 78 I Want Wudang, Return to Shaolin

Before Song Qingshu and the two entered Zhang Sanfeng's room, they heard the voice of the old Taoist: "Is it Qingshu and Yaoqin?"

Song Qingshu took two quick steps, entered the door, and said as he walked, "It's our great-grandfather."

When the two entered the room, they saw the old man with white beard, white hair and white Taoist robe, sitting on the futon and doing exercises. With the old man's breathing, a ray of white mist that was as bright as a streamer and as light as the sunset glowed from the top of the old man's head. , fluttering three feet above his head, it condensed into a mysterious flower, and on the left and right sides of this flower, there were two smaller flowers respectively, and the three flowers condensed on the top of the old Taoist head. It's like a fairy descending from the earth, and one can't help but want to bow down.

The old man squinted his eyes halfway. Although he was practicing, nothing that happened within the radius could escape his induction.

When he saw Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin walking in, he slowly stopped, the three flowers spun around, then slid back along the top of the old Taoist head, and disappeared in an instant.

Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin sat cross-legged next to the old Taoist quietly, waiting for their great-grandfather to finish his work, not daring to disturb him in the slightest.

After a while, the old Taoist suddenly said: "You two have been walking for several months, but have you gained something?"

Song Qingshu hurriedly replied: "Grandpa, we have found Hu Qingniu, and we also know a piece of news that seems to be related to the injury of the third uncle. I dare not make up my own mind, so I made a special trip back to Wudang to tell you."

Zhang Sanfeng asked with a grunt, "Let me hear what you say."

So Song Qingshu told what happened after he went down the mountain, including what happened in Jianzhong and Wuchang, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help being speechless.

The old Taoist really didn't expect that Song Qingshu just went down the mountain, but encountered so many things, both adventures and grievances, among them, there are two things that the old Taoist cares about the most.

The old Taoist said to his disciple: "It is your chance that you meet the sword demon senior and inherit it. Grandpa shouldn't disturb you too much, but the inheritance of unique skills is extraordinary, so you should be more cautious." His words It was aimed at Song Qingshu's promise to Huang Shihu to use the unique skills of the young Dugu as a bodyguard. After all, all sects in the world now take their own unique skills very seriously and dare not pass them on lightly, so as not to harm others or themselves.

Song Qingshu nodded, he knew it.

And the old Taoist said: "Furthermore, it is the matter of the Vajra Gate in the Western Regions. Grandpa has lived in the Central Plains for a long time and has never heard of this sect. According to the two of you, even if the Vajra Gate is not the main culprit who hurt your third uncle, it must have something to do with it." They can't get away with it. But don't jump to conclusions, you still need to go to the Western Regions and investigate carefully, but it's a matter of your third uncle's life, so I'm a little worried about going alone with you two."

Song Qingshu said: "Didn't Second Uncle and Seventh Uncle go to the Western Regions? I don't know if they have arrived yet."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "How can it be so fast, Wudang is more than ten thousand miles away from Kunlun, walking all the way, it is estimated that it will take four to five months to get there."

Song Qingshu said: "Then the two of us will set off now, first go to the Western Regions to find Second Uncle and the others, and then look for the Vajra Gate together."

The old Taoist pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "Since that's the case, then you all go, young people have ambitions everywhere, it's not bad to go out and walk more."

Song Qingshu looked at his great-grandfather, and suddenly said: "Great-grandfather, don't you blame me for what happened to me in Wuchang?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "What's your fault? You shouldn't save people? Or should you not kill people?"

"But I saved people from the Ming Cult." Song Qingshu said hurriedly.

But the old Taoist reached out and touched the top of his head and said: "Don't say that you are a member of the Ming religion. Even if you are a Mongolian, grandpa will not blame you. You have been wise since childhood, but there are some things that need someone to help you." I told you."

Song Qingshu nodded, looking at Zhang Sanfeng earnestly.

"It should be noted that when it comes to saving people, no matter who you save, there is no right or wrong in this behavior itself. It is only because outsiders add some assumptions and guesses to this behavior itself that it is right or wrong. It’s up to people to be right or wrong.”

"But my Wudang sect is a decent sect, while Mingjiao is an evil sect."

"Why is Wudang decent, but Mingjiao is evil?"

"Everyone in the rivers and lakes says so."

"It's just that everyone in Jianghu needs a Demon Sect. When necessary, Wudang can also be called a Demon Sect by everyone. It's not difficult."

"But we didn't do anything outrageous?"

"We don't need to do it, they will do it for us."

"It's like everyone in the world is saying that Uncle Wu destroyed all the people in his family?"

"Yes, isn't it something that only the Demon Cult can do to destroy people?"

"But fifth uncle is not such a person."

"You know, I know, your father knows it, your mother knows it, and even the whole Wudang Mountain people believe in your fifth uncle, but people in the Jianghu don't believe it, so your fifth uncle is really such a person."

"It turns out that this is the righteous way and the evil way."

"This is just a part of righteousness and magic, Qingshu, remember, never believe what you hear, you must read more, listen more, do more, think more, and practice more."

In fact, Song Qingshu still can't figure out what the old man said, but he firmly kept these words in his heart, and the old man's affirmation of his saving behavior has already allowed him to let go of his worries up.

"Grandpa, I understand." Song Qingshu knelt down on both knees and sincerely kowtowed three times to Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng sat upright, stroking his beard and accepting the disciple's kneeling, a sense of pride welled up in his heart. Just ask the whole martial arts world, who has the intelligence and kung fu of their own disciple, as long as the child's personality does not deviate, and he does not mess with him. In the future, the Wudang faction will be passed on to him in the future, and when he and Yuanqiao grow old and Qing Shu really grows up, Wudang's status in the martial arts world will definitely go up even further.

The old Taoist thought of the beauty in his heart, and a smile could not help showing on the corner of his mouth, so that Song Qingshu and the two could see what the old Taoist was thinking of.

At this time Song Qingshu asked again: "Grandpa, who are my father and fourth uncle talking to?"

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and said, "He's from Shaolin Temple."

Song Qingshu was taken aback: "What are they here for?"

The old Taoist said with a strange expression: "Hey, your sixth uncle did a good job."

"Sixth Uncle?!" Song Qingshu was startled suddenly, a bold idea suddenly popped up, he stared at Zhang Sanfeng with wide eyes, "Is...that matter?"

The old man nodded jokingly.

Yang Yaoqin has been listening by the side, her mind is pure, and she understands some things more thoroughly than Song Qingshu, but at this moment, she finds that the grandparent and grandson seem to be playing charades, and she can't understand what they are saying, so she can't help asking Song Qingshu curiously : "What are you talking about? What did Sixth Uncle do?" In view of Ling Xueyan's unknown strategy, Yang Yaoqin basically called everyone in Wudang the same as Song Qingshu.

After Song Qingshu received Zhang Sanfeng's affirmative answer, he suddenly burst into laughter, and the old Taoist also laughed together, and the two laughed louder and louder, as if they couldn't stop at all, and finally the sound passed through the room and reached Zixiao Went to the palace.

Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi were discussing some sect matters in Zixiao Palace today, but they were suddenly told by the doorman that Master Kongzhi from Shaolin Temple was visiting. When the doorman invited monk Kongzhi in, the two suddenly discovered that Kongzhi came alone Yes, suppressing the curiosity in my heart, I invited Monk Kongzhi to take a seat.

Kongzhi came to Wudang Mountain alone this time, not relying on profound skills, but relying on Wudang Mountain's handle in Shaolin Temple, so his attitude is a bit arrogant.

"Song Daxia, you Wudang sent people to my Shaolin to steal scriptures, and my Shaolin people got all the stolen goods. I came here this time to ask you Wudang to give Shaolin an explanation!" He just sat down and went straight to the topic.

Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi looked at each other, not knowing what he meant by that.

Song Yuanqiao asked: "I, Wudang, don't know what Master Kongzhi said, and as for stealing scriptures, it's even more impossible. I'm afraid you, Shaolin, made a mistake."

Kongzhi knew that it was impossible for Wudang to trust their people to steal scriptures just by his own words.

So he took out a long cloth-wrapped strip from behind and put it on the table, and said to Song Yuanqiao: "We got this from the book thief, so the hero Song must be familiar with it."

He intended to ask Song Yuanqiao to open it to have a look, but he saw Zhang Songxi picked up the thing casually, without using any force in his hand, the long cloth covering it broke and scattered, revealing what was inside - it was actually a Wudang long sword.

Zhang Songxi frowned and pulled out his long sword, but saw the word "Liting" engraved on the junction of the sword body and hilt.

He made another "clang" sound, put the long sword into its sheath, then carefully observed the hilt of the sword, and then looked at the bottom of the scabbard, and then said to Song Yuanqiao: "It's the sword of the sixth younger brother."

Song Yuan didn't change his expression on the bridge, and took a sip of water from the teacup. The hand holding the tea was as steady as Mount Tai, and there was no sign of shaking at all.

Seeing this, Zhang Songxi asked Kongzhi: "Master, you brought my sixth brother Yin Liting's sword to Wudang Mountain today, did you tell us that my sixth brother is the one who stole the scriptures?"

Kongzhi uttered the Buddha's name and nodded: "It was half a month ago that the Six Heroes of Yin from your sect broke into the scripture storage pavilion of my Shaolin Temple, intending to steal the manuscript of the Nine Suns Sutra from Master Wuse of our sect, and were later captured by our temple. The monk found out and was arrested."

"Is my junior brother injured?" Zhang Songxi continued to ask.

Kong Zhi said: "The monks are merciful, even the heinous people have a chance to repent and redeem, let alone Yin Liuxia, you two can rest assured, he is very good."

Zhang Songxi nodded and said: "That's good. But how could my sixth brother go to Shaolin to steal scriptures for no reason?"

Kong Zhi shook his head and said: "The old monk doesn't know, and he won't tell me when I ask him, just say that this is his personal behavior and has nothing to do with Wudang."

Song Yuanqiao suddenly said: "Since Master Kongzhi went up the mountain with the sword, he must have received the approval of Abbot Kongwen from the noble sect. Dare I ask Master Kongzhi, did Abbot Kongwen explain how to solve this matter?"

As soon as Kongzhi saw Song Yuanqiao open his mouth, he knew that he had grasped the weakness of the Wudang sect, so he said: "Wudang originated from the same lineage of Shaolin, and they have the same root and origin. Shaolin will not embarrass Yin Liuxia. But it is a fact that Yin Liuxia steals scriptures, so Shaolin I just want Wudang to give an explanation, so Wudang agrees, Yin Liuxia can leave Shaolin and return to Wudang naturally."

"What do you say?"

"I want Wudang, it belongs to Shaolin!"

And just as soon as Kong Zhi said this, before Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Songxi changed their faces, Zhang Sanfeng's laughter spread into Zixiao Palace, and the three people present could hear it clearly, especially Kong Zhi, who seemed to be There was a thunder-like sound, which made his blood boil, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his breath suddenly weakened, and he no longer lost his previous arrogance.

(End of this chapter)