"Patriarch's affairs are finished so quickly?" Song Qingshu asked in surprise when he recognized the other party as Patriarch Sunflower.
"The people from the Red Flower Society colluded with Southern Shaolin to trick me out last time. Thanks to you for saving the little emperor." Sunflower Patriarch seemed to be talking about a very common thing. Humanly speaking, there is really nothing that can move him.
Song Qingshu remembered that the Sunflower Patriarch said last time that the reason why he protected Kangxi was that he took a fancy to the real dragon spirit in Kangxi, which would help him cultivate the Sunflower Canon. "Old Ancestor, there is a question I don't quite understand. You need the real dragon's aura. It stands to reason that Temujin has more real dragon's aura. Why don't you go to him?"
"Genghis Khan is indeed good, but it's a pity that he has too much desire to conquer, and has been fighting north and south on horseback. My ancestor, I have old arms and legs, and I really don't want to run around with him. Among the remaining emperors, the rest The emperor's air is full of decay, but Kangxi is thriving here, and I am used to life in the Forbidden City, and I don't bother to change places." Sunflower Patriarch explained slowly, his voice was as sharp as fingernails on glass Unpleasant, Song Qingshu frowned.
"What advice does the ancestor ask me this time?" Song Qingshu knew that the ancestor Sunflower had always lived in the shadows like a ghost, and would not show himself in front of people unless there was something important to do.
"Boy, you also know that my ancestor is quite good at the art of gazing. Just now I saw a black aura gathering on your head in the imperial study. I think you have had a catastrophe recently. I want to get to know each other. The ancestor kindly reminded me." Take care of yourself, you can take care of yourself." Sunflower Old Ancestor laughed dryly, then quickly turned around and disappeared in place.
"Benefactor, I think Yintang is black, and there is a bloody disaster recently..." Song Qingshu seemed to hear the lines of those bluffing and deceiving sticks on the road in his previous life, "If you are really so capable, why didn't you expect Kangxi to be assassinated last time?" Song Qingshu shook Shaking his head, he didn't take Patriarch Sunflower's words to heart.
After leaving the palace, Song Qingshu wanted to go to the Viscount's mansion to see Shuang'er, but worried that the other party was too thin-skinned and didn't know what to say when they met, so he decided to go directly out of the city to Heimuya, letting time dilute the two. Human embarrassment.
Song Qingshu rode his horse all the way to the west, and two days later, he came to a place more than 40 miles northwest of Pingding Prefecture. He saw the rocks were as red as blood, and there was a long beach with fast-flowing water. He asked the local residents and learned that this place was called Gorilla Beach. The cliff is not far away.
Going further north, it didn't take long for Song Qingshu to see the mountain gate of the Sun Moon God Sect from a distance. The stone walls on both sides were like walls, and there was only a stone path about five feet wide in the middle. Step forward.
"Who dares to break into the main altar of the Sun Moon God Sect!" The guards quickly noticed Song Qingshu and stopped him with a knife.
"Please also pass on to your Eastern leader that her friend Song Qingshu has something to ask for." Song Qingshu jumped off the horse and cupped his hands at them.
"Song Qingshu? Chapter 153: Aerodynamics in Reed Crossing the River
I haven't heard of it." The guards discussed with each other for a while, looking at him with a bad expression, "You said you are a friend of the Eastern Hierarch? "
"Exactly!" Song Qingshu replied even though he noticed something wrong.
The guards all thought to themselves: There are only a handful of friends of the leader, which one of us can't recognize the elders on the mountain? This person dared to pretend to be a friend of the leader. If it spreads out and the people on the mountain track him down, we will lose our lives. Glancing at each other, they swung their knives at Song Qingshu in unison.
Song Qingshu had been prepared for a long time, a ladder cloud jumped over their heads, looked up to the mountain, only to see the clouds and mist, and couldn't see anything clearly, wondering in his heart: "Could it be that they are allowed to go one step earlier?" , Already took control of Heimuya? No, I have to go up and have a look."
Worried about Dongfang Bubai's life and death in his heart, Song Qingshu used lightness kung fu and rushed up the mountain.
The main altar of the Sun Moon God Sect is heavily guarded, and the way up the mountain is strictly guarded by one man. It is almost impossible for ordinary people to break through the mountain road of about five feet, but Song Qingshu's lightness kung fu is too high, and Wuhen is running quickly. The guards only felt a gust of wind blowing by, and they lost sight of the enemy before their eyes, and their swords slashed into the empty space one after another.
Encountering an unavoidable situation, Song Qingshu would lift up the ladder cloud and step on the two mountain walls to jump over the guards' heads. He went back and forth, and unexpectedly broke through the first line of defense of Heimuya.
After crossing three mountain paths, we came to a lake, where we saw vast blue waves and steaming water. Several ferry boats by the lake had received the news earlier, and they all rowed to the middle of the lake, and the congregation on board all drew their swords and concentrated on their guard.
Sensing that the pursuers behind him were getting closer, Song Qingshu smiled: "In the past, there was a miracle of Bodhidharma crossing the river with a reed. Today, you are not talented. Let's imitate the sages." He drew out his wooden sword, and moved his true energy to the other side of the lake. Sent, the wooden sword shot out like a sharp arrow. Song Qingshu kicked his feet, and chased after him with lightness kung fu. Stepped a few times on the surface of the water, stepped on the wooden sword with one foot, one person with one sword, leaped across the lake like a long wind and waves, leaving only the horrified congregation behind.
"There is a saying in "Sun Tzu's Art of War": the disease caused by the flood, as for the boulders, it is the force." Song Qingshu, who stepped on the opposite side, finally understood why Feng Qingyang was able to fly with a sword on a full moon night, and why stones could float on the water. In the same way, the key is speed. It's just that this method can only be used for short-distance sprints, but it is absolutely impossible to fly around the world with the sword.
Reminiscing about the subtle tenderness that came back from the water when his toes stepped on the water just now, Song Qingshu seemed to have realized something, "It is said that during the Republic of China, there was a master of Chinese martial arts who could walk on water with his feet above his knees. With superb internal strength and peerless lightness skills, why can he only rely on speed to float on the water? Could it be that he has not made good use of the power in the water... Since the power of water can be used, if he can make full use of the wind in the air, he will be able to resist It is not impossible for the sword to fly..."
Seeing that the pursuers had been thrown far away, Song Qingshu continued to move forward while thinking, not much
After a long time, they came across an iron gate, and the guard stepped forward and shouted: "Password!"
Song Qingshu secretly groaned, he didn't know the password, it seemed that he had to force his way in, and he replied casually: "Wenchengwude."
Unexpectedly, the other party obviously breathed a sigh of relief, and replied: "Benevolence, righteousness and wisdom."
"It's really a blind cat meeting a dead mouse." Song Qingshu didn't expect to be able to guess it right, and his face beamed with joy, "The dead eunuch also said that my seal is black, this is obviously a lucky star, and I am lucky. "
"And the waist card?" Before he could finish his joy, the guard stretched out his hand and spread it in front of him.
"Uh, I'll circle you around!" Song Qingshu felt at this moment that someone was playing with him, cursed, drew out his wooden sword, and rushed over.