Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 96
In the face of an old ape that has matured, neither Song Qingshu nor Yang Yaoqin dared to be careless. After all, there have been legends about Kunlun Mountain's many spirits and gods since ancient times. It is not uncommon for there to be one or two animals that have matured.

Song Qingshu held the little monkey in his hands, and didn't intend to let it go. He looked at the old ape and asked, "You said this little thing came to me? What did you want me for?"

The old ape didn't make random gestures like the little monkey, but stretched out his hand sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

"You want me to go with you?" Song Qingshu asked.

The old ape clapped his hands again and nodded.

Song Qingshu asked again: "What if I don't go?"

Now the old ape was a little confused, and unconsciously scratched the hair on the top of his head with his hands, and made a gesture of invitation again.

Now both Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin understood that the old ape hadn't become a master, but could understand some human speech, but only a few, if it was more complicated, it would not be able to understand it.

So Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin looked at each other, and Yang Yaoqin patted his slender waist. Song Qingshu knew that there was a sword that cut iron like mud, and also understood what Yang Yaoqin meant—if it was impossible, draw the sword.

So he nodded to the old ape and agreed to let him go.

The old ape grinned wide, revealing a row of wide teeth, and pointed to the little monkey in Song Qingshu's hand.

Only then did Song Qingshu put the little monkey down, and as soon as the little monkey landed on the ground, it rushed towards the old ape with a whoosh, hiding behind the old ape so as not to show its head.

The old ape patted the little monkey's head fondly, like an elder who dotes on the child. This scene even reminded Song Qingshu of his great-grandfather.

He shook his head and threw out the thoughts in his mind, thinking that an old ape was a great grandfather, which was a great disrespect to the great grandfather.

At this time, the old ape made another gesture of invitation, and Song Qingshu also returned the invitation.

So the old ape threw the little monkey on his back, and the little monkey firmly grasped the old ape's silver-white hair. The next moment he saw the old ape nimbly climbing the pillars and going up to the roof. Song Qingshu and the two looked at each other. Also jumped up to the roof.

Yu Lianzhou in the next room heard the noise and knew that Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin were outside, and just thought they were two children playing around here, so she didn't take it seriously and continued to meditate and exercise.

The old ape seemed to be quite old, but he didn't make the slightest sound between his actions, so he jumped from one roof to another. Song Qingshu and the two followed behind, trying to keep their voices quiet so as not to alarm others.

When passing by the dog's courtyard, Song Qingshu's nose suddenly smelled a bloody smell. He turned his head to look at the courtyard, and saw that the heads of the three big Tibetan mastiffs were torn apart, and blood was dripping all over the ground.

He looked at the old ape in front of him fiercely, and he was secretly on guard in his heart. He didn't expect this old ape who looked like a senile man to have such sharp attack power.

The old ape seemed to have made some inquiries, and turned his head to look at Song Qingshu, grinned at him, then turned his head and continued walking outside the village.

Soon the two monkeys left Lianhuan Village and headed north all the way. After leaving Zhuangzi, the old ape seemed to let go of his hands and feet, using all four limbs to run quickly on the snow, and his speed was no less than that of a galloping horse. Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin were both startled, and they used their skills one after another to keep up with the speed of the old ape.

Yang Yaoqin whispered to Song Qingshu at this moment: "Qingshu, look at that old ape's movements, does it look like he knows kung fu?"

When she said this, Song Qingshu suddenly realized that he had also faintly felt that the old ape's movements were a little extraordinary, but he didn't know where it was. Rules can be found.

Could it be that this old ape knows martial arts?This idea immediately appeared in Song Qingshu's mind, and even he himself was taken aback.

But when he thought about the miraculous performance of the old ape just now, he felt that it was not impossible.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin followed closely behind the old ape, and saw that it first went all the way to the north, and then turned over several snow mountains. Let Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin not be unable to see things.

After walking like this for two or three hours, the old ape slowly slowed down his pace. Even Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin had some difficulty walking together. Fortunately, it seemed that the old ape was about to reach his destination, so he slowed down. , let the two have a breathing time.

The old ape walked to the side of a cliff, then turned around and gestured at Song Qingshu, which meant that he wanted Song Qingshu to jump off the cliff.

Song Qingshu frowned and walked to the side of the cliff to have a look. He saw that the cliff was more than a hundred feet high, and the moonlight could only reach three feet, and then it was pitch black. The biting cold wind came up from under the cliff, blowing his The clothes and hair are messy.

Song Qingshu withdrew his gaze, took two steps back, looked at the old ape and said, "You want me to jump?"

The old ape nodded.

Song Qingshu walked towards Yang Yaoqin without looking back, and said while walking, "Let's go back, this monkey is crazy."

When the old ape saw Song Qingshu turn around and leave, he suddenly became anxious and jumped in front of Song Qingshu, baring his teeth and claws to prevent Song Qingshu from continuing to walk back.

Song Qingshu frowned and said to it: "Jump down, and I will die!"

The old ape shook his head, nodded again, shook his head again, pointed at the cliff at last, and galloped towards the cliff.

So, under the watchful eyes of Song Qingshu and Yang Yaoqin, the old ape ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped down, and his figure disappeared in front of them.

Song Qingshu hurriedly walked over, and looked down again, but saw that it was still pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

He was a little dazed for a while, and he followed a monkey around in the middle of the night, just to watch an old monkey commit suicide?
Yang Yaoqin also came over at this time, and looked at Song Qingshu blankly, not knowing what happened.

Song Qingshu said to her: "This old monkey is really crazy."

So he pulled Yang Yaoqin, turned around and left, expecting that a monkey's cry suddenly came up from the cliff.

Song Qingshu was taken aback, then turned around and walked to the edge of the cliff, and looked down again. Although it was still dark, he could clearly hear monkey cries coming up from the darkness. very far away.

Yang Yaoqin couldn't help but said: "Isn't there a cliff underneath?"

Song Qingshu shook his head: "There should be a cliff below, but there seems to be a place to stay."

While the two were talking, the old ape below fell silent again, but suddenly popped its head out of the broken wall the next moment.It turned out that the old ape waited for the two people below for a long time, but he didn't see them coming down, so he had to climb up again.

This time Song Qingshu could see clearly that the old ape climbed up by climbing the ice wall. He also looked at the two front paws of the old ape. The nails on each paw were extremely sharp. Open, thanks to the blessing of these two front paws.

So Song Qingshu said to Yang Yaoqin: "I'll go down and have a look first, no matter whether there is a platform or not, I will come up."

Yang Yaoqin originally didn't want to let Song Qingshu go down, it was too dangerous, but seeing that he had made up his mind, she could only draw out the Ziwei soft sword and hand it to him, so as to have a grasp.

Song Qingshu took the sword, shook the blade, and the soft sword became a hard sword.

Knowing that he was going to go down, the old ape happily led the way, only to see that it reached the place where it jumped off just now, and jumped down again.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to imitate it, so he turned around, faced Yang Yaoqin, stepped back slightly from the cliff, and fell down.

Although Yang Yaoqin was prepared in her heart, she was still taken aback, and couldn't help covering her mouth, for fear of disturbing Song Qingshu.

As soon as Song Qingshu fell, he stabbed the Ziwei soft sword straight into the ice wall in front of him, and his whole body was suspended on the ice wall of the cliff.

Fortunately, the ice wall has a certain slope, which can be regarded as a buffer for Song Qingshu.

He first listened carefully, and found that the cry of the old ape was right under his feet, so he slowly pulled out the sword. Before the sword was completely pulled out, he fell down again, and the fall was more than ten feet. A long distance, and then he plunged the sword into the ice wall with lightning speed.

Now he heard the cry of the old ape not far away, so he drew out the sword again, waited for his body to fall more than ten feet, and inserted it again.

But at this moment, he suddenly found that the force with which the Ziwei soft sword was inserted into the ice wall was wrong, as if it was inserted into the air, without any feeling of force. When he felt that the sword in his hand was not under any force, he secretly thought something was wrong. , the strength of the whole person's fall did not stagnate at all. Although the sword in his hand plunged into the ice wall, it couldn't support the force of his body's fall. A long crack.

Song Qingshu was secretly anxious, knowing that he could not let himself fall like this, otherwise the sword alone would not be able to support the force of his fall, so he groped on the ice wall with his left hand and both feet, trying to find a grip that could ease his fall strength.

The ice wall has been scraped by the cold wind all year round, so it is naturally very hard and smooth, and his hands are not the sharp claws of the old ape, so it is very difficult to grab the ice wall with bare hands.

All this happened very suddenly, and Song Qingshu was not given a chance to breathe. Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the top of the cliff, and at this moment, he could no longer hear the howl of the old ape, and he continued to slide into the abyss. sink to the bottom.A sense of loneliness arises spontaneously, and at the same time, the fear of facing death becomes clearer.

Song Qingshu never thought that he would die in such a way. He died in the icy and snowy Kunlun Mountains. He is only seven years old this year. He has not seen enough of this world, he has not enjoyed the joy of love, and he has not left his own reputation. He is not reconciled. .

But what can I do if I am not reconciled, there is no place to borrow strength around, and my kung fu is not high enough to fly.

Looking at the moonlight above the head, which turned out to be getting farther and farther away, but under his feet was the darkness that was about to swallow him.

Like this, Song Qingshu slipped into the abyss step by step.

(End of this chapter)