Wuxia: I’m driving Gundam in Mixed Wu

Sword?

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned his head to look at Song Yuanqiao.

“Sword, sword.”

Receiving Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes, Song Yuanqiao quickly recalled in his mind.

It didn’t take long for him to remember half a month ago.

At that time, not long after Zhang Sanfeng returned to Wudang, he did give him a sword.

He also instructed him to keep the sword in a well-guarded place, preferably in a well-guarded and open enough place.

It’s just that he didn’t think about where to put it at that time, so he happened to encounter an emergency.

So he handed the sword to his son Song Qingshu and repeated Zhang Sanfeng’s request.

Later, Song Yuanqiao forgot about this matter and didn’t ask Song Qingshu where he put the sword.

Now listening to Qin Chuan mention this matter, he realized that the sword was given to Zhang Sanfeng by him.

Moreover, Qin Chuan was also angry because he was dissatisfied with the way they handled the sword.

Although now was not the time to shirk responsibility, Song Yuanqiao really didn’t know how that sword was handled in the end.

So I could only bite the bullet and say:

“Master, Lord Qin Zhuang.”

“I asked Qingshu to deal with that sword according to Master’s request, if it is not handled properly, allow me to wait for Qingshu to apologize to Lord Qin Zhuang.”

Then, Song Yuanqiao saluted the two and ordered someone to call Song Qingshu.

While waiting for Song Qingshu to arrive, Zhang Sanfeng personally refilled tea for Qin Chuan and said:

“Lord Qin Zhuang, this is a junior who is not sensible and slightly negligent.”

“I also hope that Lord Qin Zhuang will forgive me.”

After doing it for a long time, Qin Chuan also knew that Zhang Sanfeng had made an oolong by himself, but his heart was always a little uncomfortable.

It’s like handing someone a business card, and someone else receives it and throws it in the trash.

Although the gift is of little value, what matters is the intention.

The intention was so despised, no wonder Qin Chuan was a little angry.

“Insensible?”

“Zhang Zhenren, you probably don’t know where they put their swords, right?”

“Just behind the sword stele.”

While speaking, a young man walked into the main hall.

He first saluted Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao, and then, under the guidance of Song Yuanqiao, he saluted Qin Chuan.

Song Qingshu is now about twenty-one or two years old, dressed as a scholar, with clear eyebrows, and looks a little angry.

Especially when he heard Qin Chuan’s identity, his eyes lit up, and his movements were a little more respectful.

“Qingshu, tell Master Zu, how did you think of inserting the sword behind the sword stele?”

When Song Qingshu finished saluting, Zhang Sanfeng couldn’t wait to ask.

He felt that his expression was no problem, whether it was the True Martial Hall, or the Taihe Palace, or the Jade Void Palace, it was a good choice, how could he think of the Sword Monument.

“Back to Master Ancestor, the Sword Solving Monument is a symbol of the prestige of my Wudang Sect, isn’t it the most important place in the sect.”

“Moreover, the sword stele is located under the gate of the Wudang Sect, and you have to pass through there to enter and exit Wudang, and it is guarded twelve hours a day, isn’t it the most closely guarded place in the sect.”

“In addition, in front of the sword stele is where the Wudang Sect’s court is located, and not far behind is the martial arts training ground, isn’t it the most empty place in the sect.”

Song Qingshu’s three rhetorical questions directly confused Zhang Sanfeng.

What is called reasonable, this is justified.

The most important, the tightest, the most empty.

All three requirements were met.

For a moment, Zhang Sanfeng couldn’t find a reason to refute.

Coughing lightly a few times to cover up his gaffe, Zhang Sanfeng did not expect that his simple request would be misinterpreted to such an extent by Song Qingshu.

And I also have to praise a quick thought.

Qin Chuan was also surprised at this time.

I didn’t expect that Song Qingshu, who could bully and destroy his ancestors for a woman in the future, was actually a person who thought so freely.

It can be called a logical genius.

“Lord Qin Zhuang, this matter is to blame for the old way of not thinking it through, and where he offends, he still looks at Qin Zhuang Lord Haihan.”

Song Qingshu did exactly according to his own requirements, naturally there is no way to blame, Zhang Sanfeng can also take the guilt on his body.

Qin Chuan is not a stingy person, but he regarded the sword as his positioning as his business card, and suddenly saw that his business card was despised, and he was a little angry for a while.

Now that he figured out what happened, the little anger in Qin Chuan’s heart had long since disappeared.

However, the Song Qingshu in front of him made Qin Chuan a little more interested.

So, Qin Chuan said to Zhang Sanfeng:

“Since it’s just a misunderstanding, then I won’t pursue it anymore.”

“Anyway, that sword only cost five taels of silver.”

Then, Qin Chuan looked at Song Qingshu and said:

“Song Shaoxia, I wonder if you can take me around to play.”

“This…”

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao with some hesitation.

Although Zhang Sanfeng didn’t know what kind of medicine was sold in Qin Chuan’s gourd, he would definitely not sweep Qin Chuan’s Xing.

Song Yuanqiao saw that his son was estimated to have entered Qin Chuan’s eyes, and he couldn’t ask for it, how could he stop it.

Got an affirmative reply from the two, Song Qingshu said:

“Lord Qin Zhuang has a life, and Qingshu does not dare to shirk.”

So he led Qin Chuan to Wudang Mountain.

During the period, through Qin Chuan’s side knocks, and listening to Song Qingshu’s heart.

Only then did Qin Chuan know where Song Qingshu’s change began.

It turned out that in this world, it was the Southern Song Shaolin who had a grudge with Zhang Sanfeng.

Although the relationship between Daming Shaolin and the Wudang Sect is not very close, it can be regarded as harmonious.

After Zhang Sanfeng discovered that his pure Yang Wuji Gong could not dissolve the cold poison on Zhang Wuji’s body, he asked for the head of Daming Shaolin.

If you want to dissolve the cold poison on Zhang Wuji’s body, unless you are practicing the ‘Yi Tendon Sutra’ and the ‘Cleansing Sutra’.

Daming Shaolin saw Zhang Sanfeng’s face, and was also willing to teach the two martial arts to Zhang Wuji.

But Zhang Wuji was asked to become a monk and enter the gate wall of their Shaolin, and he would not be allowed to return to the world for the rest of his life.

For the sake of Zhang Wuji’s life, Zhang Sanfeng could only agree.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji had been in the Shaolin Temple for twenty years.

Zhang Sanfeng did not go around again because of Zhang Wuji, naturally it was impossible to meet the father and daughter of the Zhou family, and now if Zhou Zhiruo can still worship the Emei faction, it is still two words.

At least Song Qingshu’s fate changed completely.

The current Song Qingshu is the leader of the third generation of disciples of Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect, and he is both literary and martial arts and outstanding.

Moreover, he has always been gentle and funny, and he has an excellent reputation among the brothers.

It can be said that he is a beautiful young man with a bright future and strong martial arts, and he has almost fixed the position of the third generation of their lineage.

Through seeing and hearing the domineering, Qin Chuan can also see that the current Song Qingshu, whether it is character or martial arts, is impeccable.

If this is the real Song Qingshu, then how much magic Zhou Zhi has to make such a person’s temperament change greatly and completely blacken.

Or is it that behind it, Emperor Shitian is doing ghosts.

But now that Emperor Shitian has hung up, will Song Qingshu’s fate change?

Qin Chuan was really curious.