Xuan Cheng glared at him immediately: "Song benefactor, I broke the Zhenlong chess game. So many people outside saw it with their own eyes. Is there any deceit?" His tone was not as arrogant as it was at the beginning, even though he was angry, he didn't dare to curse any more.
Song Qingshu said lightly: "I have seen your ingenuity before, and you will never reach the point where you can solve this rare chess game."
"You!" Xuan Cheng's face was flushed red, wishing to jump up and tear the opponent to pieces, but unfortunately he was too shocked in the last confrontation, and the injury has not fully healed so far, if he is impulsive, he will only die, his own life is the matter. Small, the whole temple's plan is a big deal.
"Who is this young master?" Wu Yazi looked at Song Qingshu involuntarily. Seeing Xuan Cheng's high martial arts and such a high status in Shaolin was choked by a young man who dared not refute. Great curiosity.
Seeing his handsome appearance, the key is to stand there with a calm and breezy demeanor. I secretly praised him. Such a person is the best candidate for the successor of the Xiaoyao Sect. It's a pity that he didn't break the Zhenlong chess game...
"Song Qingshu, I met Senior Wu Yazi." Song Qingshu saluted, no matter in terms of age or relationship with Li Qingluo, such a salute is still worthy.
"Oh, you are the Golden Snake King who has become famous all these years." Wu Yazi was also a little surprised. He has been looking for heirs to take revenge on Ding Chunqiu all these years, so he naturally pays attention to the young and handsome people in the martial arts world, such as Qiao Feng. He was among the candidates for his investigation, but it was a pity that he did not come to Zhenlong Chess Game this time, "Sure enough, a hero is born as a boy."
"Are you...Wu Yazi?" At this time, people outside gradually came in, and Ku Rong couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw the situation inside.
"Master Kurong, I haven't seen him for many years, but he still has the same demeanor." Wu Yazi smiled slightly. He and Kurong used to be good friends.
"You are..." At this time, Ku Rong also saw clearly the rope tied to his body, and saw that his whole body was paralyzed, and was immediately shocked.
"Unfortunately, there is a traitor in the master's school." Wu Yazi sighed quietly, and stopped explaining, he didn't want to say too many scandals about the school in front of so many outsiders.
"Master!" Su Xinghe and others also squeezed in, and couldn't help sobbing.
"Hey, why are you injured?" Wu Yazi retreated in the innermost secret room, waiting for the outside to choose a disciple to come in, so he didn't notice what happened outside.
"The injury was in the hands of the Mongols. That Jinlun Fawang has great strength." Su Xinghe explained, and suddenly saw Song Qingshu and others, and hurriedly said, "Master, they are here to make trouble." Then he said what just happened I said it again.
"Oh?" Wu Yazi's expression changed, but he didn't respond immediately.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but shook his head: "Senior found such an apprentice who doesn't know right from wrong, no wonder he couldn't take revenge for so many years."
Su Xinghe was angry: "Song, the heroes of the world are here today, justice is at ease, don't think that you can do whatever you want with martial arts."
Song Qingshu sighed: "I was obviously trying to save your master's life, but you kept stopping me and instead helped the person who wanted to kill your master's life. You really lived like a dog."
"You!" Hearing his words, Su Xinghe couldn't help but burst into anger, but he respected his master the most, and when he heard that someone wanted to kill his master, he hesitated for a while.
"Amitabha!" Xuanci stood up, "Don't lie, Master Song, who is going to kill Senior Wu Yazi!" Shaolin seniority ranking, Ling, Xuan, Hui, Xu, Wu Yazi and the previous generation of abbot of Lingmen In terms of peers, he can naturally be regarded as his senior.
Song Qingshu smiled: "Whoever jumps out without composure is the one."
People in Shaolin were furious, and Master Yideng at the side couldn't help but said: "Song Benefactor, Shaolin is after all the Taishan Beidou in martial arts. If there is no real evidence, such an accusation may not be convincing."
Master Yideng is highly respected, and when he said this, the people around him nodded.
Song Qingshu also respected him somewhat, so he said to Wu Yazi: "If what I expected is correct, the senior let the disciple set up the Zhenlong Chess Game this time, and the glory of the world's heroes is probably to choose a closed disciple to avenge himself .”
Wu Yazi was startled: "That's true."
"Revenge?" Ku Rong glanced at his hands and feet, "Could it be Ding Chunqiu?"
Wu Yazi's complexion is a little ugly, he is extremely proud, it is already a lifelong shame to be counted in such a miserable way by his own disciples, and it is even more embarrassing to be known by so many people in the martial arts world.
Song Qingshu roughly guessed what he was thinking and knew that it was difficult for him to admit it, so he said for him: "Senior Wu Yazi saw that Ding Chunqiu's heart was not right, so he didn't teach him the advanced martial arts of his own sect, how could he know that Ding Chunqiu held hatred In his heart, he took the opportunity to design a plot to drive senior Wu Yazi into the cliff. Although the senior took his life, he was seriously injured, his limbs were broken, and he couldn't take revenge in person, so he planned to carefully select a close disciple to pass on his own martial arts , clear the door for him."
Wu Yazi sighed, obviously full of helplessness.
"I see," Master Yideng nodded, "but why do you say someone is going to kill him?"
Song Qingshu said with a smile: "Ding Chunqiu is a well-known devil in the evil way, who among you here dares to pat your chest and guarantee that you will be able to kill him?"
A group of people looked at each other, all showing hesitation, Master Yideng replied: "In terms of martial arts cultivation alone, I am confident that I can surpass Ding Chunqiu, but he also has a world-renowned poison kung fu, he is really good at life and death. I'm not confident I can catch him."
"Grandmaster Zhai has a kind heart. Even if there is a chance, I'm afraid he won't kill him." Song Qingshu complimented him, and then said to others, "Even a person like Master, who is among the five best in the Central Plains, can't guarantee the ability to kill With Ding Chunqiu, how can senior Wu Yazi accept a new closed disciple, how can he ensure that he has this ability?"
A group of people nodded one after another, no matter how miraculous the Wuyazi sect's martial arts are, the disciples they recruited would not be able to kill Ding Chunqiu in twenty or thirty years, but after twenty or thirty years, maybe Ding Chunqiu would have died of old age, Where can I get revenge? It is impossible for Wu Yazi not to have considered these things.
Song Qingshu saw that it was almost time, so he said: "Senior Wu Yazi has been planning to clean up the sect for decades, it is impossible not to think of this, the reason why he still chooses the closed disciples is because he intends to use the method of empowerment If the martial arts is lost to the closed door disciple, then the other party will get twice the result with half the effort after learning martial arts, and may take revenge in a very short time."
"Wu Yazi, you are insane. If you pour the internal force cultivated by the Beiming Divine Art back to others, you will only die!" At this time, the two women fighting on the other side stopped when they heard his words, and looked anxiously at each other. Xiang Wuyazi.
Wu Yazi's expression was indifferent: "As long as you can clean up the door, even if you die, you will have no regrets."