Song Qingshu replied respectfully: "The last time Song and Senior Feng competed was at Siguo Cliff on Yunv Peak. It seems that Senior Feng has lived in seclusion in Siguo Cliff for decades."
"Si Guo Ya?" Mu Renqing showed hesitation. Si Guo Ya is the territory of Huashan Qi Sect. As the head of Jian Zong, it is not so convenient to go there.
After a long time, Mu Renqing sighed: "That's all, if I can see my junior uncle, so what if I have the cheek to go to the Qizong."
"If Head Master Mu finds it inconvenient, we can sneak up to Siguo Cliff. The talents of the Qizong are withered, and it will be difficult to find our traces." Seeing that Mu Renqing was full of contradictions, Song Qingshu suggested.
Mu Renqing showed a look of hesitation: "We don't do shameful things, why are we so sneaky? Qingqing, you can follow me to the Yunv Peak to meet the head of Yue. If Song Shaoxia is interested, you can also come with me .” After speaking, he waved his sleeves and went straight to Yunv Peak.
Xia Qingqing turned around and stuck out her tongue at Song Qingshu, and trotted after him.
"These well-known families are decent, and there are so many rules." Song Qingshu's kindness was boring, and he felt very awkward. Fortunately, seeing Xia Qingqing's gesture of such a child, he was immediately overjoyed, and followed.
After receiving the notification from his disciples that the head of the Sword Sect came to visit him personally, Yue Buqun rushed out to greet him, but he was puzzled: the two sword qi sects have not communicated for decades, so what is the purpose of the other party's visit
Song Qingshu saw a man in the middle dressed as a scholar in green shirt, with five willows and long beard under his chin, with a face like a crown of jade, and an upright expression, he thought it's no wonder that the name of Junzijian is famous in martial arts, this skin is really good.
A group of people were ushered into the Huashan School's Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall. Mu Renqing hadn't set foot on the Yunv Peak for decades. Looking at the familiar plants and trees along the way, he seemed to have returned to the place where he learned art from a teacher. Days later, when he saw clearly the four characters "Sword Qi Rising to the Sky" on the high-hanging plaque, Mu Renqing couldn't help it anymore, and a layer of tears welled up in his eyes.
Seeing Mu Renqing's agitated appearance, Yue Buqun was also filled with emotion, coughing lightly: "I don't know why senior brother Mu is looking for a certain Yue..."
Before he finished speaking, Yue Buqun glanced at Song Qingshu in the corner. As if he had seen a ghost, he drew his sword and pointed at Song Qingshu, gnashing his teeth, "You dog thief, how dare you come here!"
The disciples of Huashan School didn't know why, but when they saw Master drawing his sword, they also surrounded Song Qingshu in the field.
"Hey, hey, Master Yue, I don't know you very well. If you call me like that again, I will sue you for defamation." Song Qingshu was very depressed by his words of being a thief.
"In the Battle of Mount Tai, you, as a hawk dog of the Qing court, forced each other with power, so that the Taishan faction had to submit a surrender form to the Qing court, and indirectly killed the leader of the rebel army, the Golden Snake King..."
"Stop, stop!" Song Qingshu glanced back at Xia Qingqing, and seeing her expressionless face, he secretly broke into a cold sweat: "On the top of the Jade Emperor, Song is upright and upright. Chapter 99 A handsome boy
What's wrong with defeating the masters you sent? As for the death of the Golden Snake King, don't put such a big pot of shit on me. "
Mu Renqing on the side was thinking about the wind on the cliff, so he didn't want to make troubles, and quickly persuaded: "Master Yue, Song Shaoxia didn't have any malicious intentions on this trip. Mu just learned from him that there is a big secret of the Huashan School. , I’m here to ask Master Yue for advice.”
"Oh?" Yue Buqun's expression tightened, and he quickly raised his head to tell his disciples, "You go out first."
"Yes!" A group of Huashan disciples left one after another.
"I'm the most knowledgeable and interesting person, you guys talk slowly, I'll go out to get some air first." Song Qingshu stood up, stretched, and walked out swaggeringly.
Xia Qingqing wanted to call him to stop, but after hesitating for a moment, she watched his back disappear at the door.
Walking out of the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall, Song Qingshu glanced at the Zhonghua Mountain disciples in the training ground, and asked curiously, "Which of you is Linghu Chong?"
The people in the field looked at each other, and after a while, a pretty girl poked her head out and asked crisply, "What are you looking for, big brother?"
A beautiful oval face and a pair of black and white eyes came into view, Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "This must be Ms. Yue, and I'm Linghu Chong's friend, I want to have a drink with him."
"Hmph, stop lying." Yue Lingshan wrinkled her nose, "You obviously don't even know what my senior brother looks like, so how could you be his friend?"
"Miss, don't you know that there is such a thing as "spiritual friendship" in this world?" Song Qingshu said with a smile, "I am not only Linghu Chong's friend, but also know that he misses you very much."
Yue Lingshan also knew a thing or two about the elder brother's intentions. When Song Qingshu said it, she couldn't help but blushed, and was about to refute, but didn't know what to say, so she froze there for a while.
"What a disciple!" With a cold reprimand, a young boy with delicate features and good looks stepped out to protect Yue Lingshan behind him.
"Are you a man or a woman?" Song Qingshu stared blankly at him for a moment.
The young man hated being regarded as a woman the most in his life. Hearing this, he was furious, drew his sword and stabbed at him, but he didn't know that the tip of the sword was three inches in front of the opponent, and he couldn't move forward any more.
Song Qingshu's fingers trembled, and a dark energy was sent towards him. The young man felt a numbness in his mouth, and he could no longer hold the sword in his hand, his body became unstable and he fell backwards.
Yue Lingshan quickly stepped forward to support him, a group of brothers looked at Song Qingshu in horror, the martial arts shown by the other party were far beyond their comprehension.
Looking at the "Huashan Lin Pingzhi" engraved on the sword, Song Qingshu was in a daze for a while, and looked up at Lin Pingzhi again.
When I read the original book, I even thought that he was the protagonist of Swordsman. Although Lin Pingzhi's face is as weak as a woman's, his heart is extremely hard. When he was desperate, the phrase "I would rather be a beggar than a thief" once let the audience at that time
I couldn't be calm for a long time.
Song Qingshu admires Lin Pingzhi's character very much, but it is a pity that in the original book, he bears a bloody feud, and then he learns that his beloved master has been using him to obtain the family-passed evil sword manual. The upright hero has turned into a gloomy and treacherous little boy...
"You are Lin Pingzhi? Come with me, I have something to tell you." Song Qingshu turned around and walked a few steps, but when he realized that there was no movement behind him, he couldn't help but snorted coldly: "What's wrong, you have no guts?"
People in the Jianghu have always been coveting the Lin family's evil sword manual. Seeing that Song Qingshu recognized him, he subconsciously took precautions, but when he heard the other party's agitation, he really hated and said, "Why not!" He waved his hand to stop Yue Lingshan's tugging, He followed Song Qingshu firmly.
The two came to a secluded place, Lin Pingzhi saw that there was no one around, raised his head and said, "What advice do you have?"
Song Qingshu turned around and stared at Lin Pingzhi carefully, seeing that the other party was impatient, he smiled and said: "Young man, I see that your bones are amazing, you must be a martial arts prodigy, I will give you a set of peerless magic skills, and I will protect you in the future." The responsibility of cosmic justice and peace is entrusted to you!" Chapter 100 Compassion
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him vigilantly, but didn't speak.
Song Qingshu was bored and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of sword skills here, and I will show you the whole set, and you can learn it if you want to."
After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword moved lightly, and showed him the moves and moves of the Five Sacred Sword that he had summarized.
At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching for a while, he found that the other party was indeed showing him a set of exquisite sword skills, and it was much more advanced than what his master usually taught them.
Following the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples were sweating slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previous move. With advanced martial arts in front of me, but I am dull and unable to remember, endless regret and despair arise spontaneously.
After the demonstration, Song Qingshu looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was profusely sweating, and asked, "How much do you remember?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from his teeth, and he said angrily, "I didn't remember one layer."
Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's true that pigs will worship you as king."
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassing. After turning blue and red for a while, it suddenly turned blue-gray, so pale that it penetrated.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to have seen the scene where he went to a martial artist to learn Baguazhang on a whim in his previous life. Before studying, I fantasized that I was a heavenly wizard like the protagonists of martial arts, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The contrasting sense of frustration made him unforgettable forever.
Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the halo of the protagonist? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile, and comforted: "Your martial arts are too low now, so I can't blame you for not remembering these advanced swordsmanship. Well, I have a way, you look into my eyes."
Subconsciously, Lin Ping raised his head and saw the other party's dark and deep pupils, his eyes suddenly became confused, as if he had entered a void space.
Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of his eyes, and the other party smiled and said: "I am now using the technique of moving the soul to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but this is not your own after all, it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only when you master it well can you really learn this set of sword techniques.”
Lin Pingzhi was confused when he heard it, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart. Before he could speak, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly concentrated on memorizing it.
I don't know why, but this time I just feel as if I have been enlightened, after a set of sword skills, I can remember every detail clearly.
There was a sound of snapping fingers next to his ear, and Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos. With a thought, every move and style of the sword technique clearly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu in amazement: "I remember the first Chapter One Hundred
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him vigilantly, but didn't speak.
Song Qingshu was bored and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of sword skills here, and I will show you the whole set, and you can learn it if you want to."
After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword moved lightly, and showed him the moves and moves of the Five Sacred Sword that he had summarized.
At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching for a while, he found that the other party was indeed showing him a set of exquisite sword skills, and it was much more advanced than what his master usually taught them.
Following the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples were sweating slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previous move. With advanced martial arts in front of me, but I am dull and unable to remember, endless regret and despair arise spontaneously.
After the demonstration, Song Qingshu looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was profusely sweating, and asked, "How much do you remember?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from his teeth, and he said angrily, "I didn't remember one layer."
Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's true that pigs will worship you as king."
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassing. After turning blue and red for a while, it suddenly turned blue-gray, so pale that it penetrated.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to have seen the scene where he went to a martial artist to learn Baguazhang on a whim in his previous life. Before studying, I fantasized that I was a heavenly wizard like the protagonists of martial arts, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The contrasting sense of frustration made him unforgettable forever.
Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the halo of the protagonist? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile, and comforted: "Your martial arts are too low now, so I can't blame you for not remembering these advanced swordsmanship. Well, I have a way, you look into my eyes."
Subconsciously, Lin Ping raised his head and saw the other party's dark and deep pupils, his eyes suddenly became confused, as if he had entered a void space.
Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of his eyes, and the other party smiled and said: "I am now using the technique of moving the soul to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but this is not your own after all, it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only when you master it well can you really learn this set of sword techniques.”
Lin Pingzhi was confused when he heard it, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart. Before he could speak, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly concentrated on memorizing it.
I don't know why, but this time I just feel as if I have been enlightened, after a set of sword skills, I can remember every detail clearly.
There was a sound of snapping fingers next to his ear, and Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos. With a thought, every move and style of the sword technique clearly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu in amazement: "I remember the first Chapter One Hundred
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him vigilantly, but didn't speak.
Song Qingshu was bored and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of sword skills here, and I will show you the whole set, and you can learn it if you want to."
After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword moved lightly, and showed him the moves and moves of the Five Sacred Sword that he had summarized.
At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching for a while, he found that the other party was indeed showing him a set of exquisite sword skills, and it was much more advanced than what his master usually taught them.
Following the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples were sweating slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previous move. With advanced martial arts in front of me, but I am dull and unable to remember, endless regret and despair arise spontaneously.
After the demonstration, Song Qingshu looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was profusely sweating, and asked, "How much do you remember?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from his teeth, and he said angrily, "I didn't remember one layer."
Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's true that pigs will worship you as king."
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassing. After turning blue and red for a while, it suddenly turned blue-gray, so pale that it penetrated.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to have seen the scene where he went to a martial artist to learn Baguazhang on a whim in his previous life. Before studying, I fantasized that I was a heavenly wizard like the protagonists of martial arts, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The contrasting sense of frustration made him unforgettable forever.
Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the halo of the protagonist? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile, and comforted: "Your martial arts are too low now, so I can't blame you for not remembering these advanced swordsmanship. Well, I have a way, you look into my eyes."
Subconsciously, Lin Ping raised his head and saw the other party's dark and deep pupils, his eyes suddenly became confused, as if he had entered a void space.
Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of his eyes, and the other party smiled and said: "I am now using the technique of moving the soul to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but this is not your own after all, it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only when you master it well can you really learn this set of sword techniques.”
Lin Pingzhi was confused when he heard it, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart. Before he could speak, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly concentrated on memorizing it.
I don't know why, but this time I just feel as if I have been enlightened, after a set of sword skills, I can remember every detail clearly.
There was a sound of snapping fingers next to his ear, and Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos. With a thought, every move and style of the sword technique clearly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu in amazement: "I remember the first Chapter One Hundred
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him vigilantly, but didn't speak.
Song Qingshu was bored and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of sword skills here, and I will show you the whole set, and you can learn it if you want to."
After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword moved lightly, and showed him the moves and moves of the Five Sacred Sword that he had summarized.
At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching for a while, he found that the other party was indeed showing him a set of exquisite sword skills, and it was much more advanced than what his master usually taught them.
Following the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples were sweating slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previous move. With advanced martial arts in front of me, but I am dull and unable to remember, endless regret and despair arise spontaneously.
After the demonstration, Song Qingshu looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was profusely sweating, and asked, "How much do you remember?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from his teeth, and he said angrily, "I didn't remember one layer."
Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's true that pigs will worship you as king."
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassing. After turning blue and red for a while, it suddenly turned blue-gray, so pale that it penetrated.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to have seen the scene where he went to a martial artist to learn Baguazhang on a whim in his previous life. Before studying, I fantasized that I was a heavenly wizard like the protagonists of martial arts, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The contrasting sense of frustration made him unforgettable forever.
Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the halo of the protagonist? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile, and comforted: "Your martial arts are too low now, so I can't blame you for not remembering these advanced swordsmanship. Well, I have a way, you look into my eyes."
Subconsciously, Lin Ping raised his head and saw the other party's dark and deep pupils, his eyes suddenly became confused, as if he had entered a void space.
Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of his eyes, and the other party smiled and said: "I am now using the technique of moving the soul to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but this is not your own after all, it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only when you master it well can you really learn this set of sword techniques.”
Lin Pingzhi was confused when he heard it, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart. Before he could speak, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly concentrated on memorizing it.
I don't know why, but this time I just feel as if I have been enlightened, after a set of sword skills, I can remember every detail clearly.
There was a sound of snapping fingers next to his ear, and Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos. With a thought, every move and style of the sword technique clearly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu in amazement: "I remember the first Chapter One Hundred
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him vigilantly, but didn't speak.
Song Qingshu was bored and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of sword skills here, and I will show you the whole set, and you can learn it if you want to."
After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword moved lightly, and showed him the moves and moves of the Five Sacred Sword that he had summarized.
At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching for a while, he found that the other party was indeed showing him a set of exquisite sword skills, and it was much more advanced than what his master usually taught them.
Following the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples were sweating slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previous move. With advanced martial arts in front of me, but I am dull and unable to remember, endless regret and despair arise spontaneously.
After the demonstration, Song Qingshu looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was profusely sweating, and asked, "How much do you remember?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from his teeth, and he said angrily, "I didn't remember one layer."
Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's true that pigs will worship you as king."
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassing. After turning blue and red for a while, it suddenly turned blue-gray, so pale that it penetrated.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to have seen the scene where he went to a martial artist to learn Baguazhang on a whim in his previous life. Before studying, I fantasized that I was a heavenly wizard like the protagonists of martial arts, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The contrasting sense of frustration made him unforgettable forever.
Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the halo of the protagonist? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile, and comforted: "Your martial arts are too low now, so I can't blame you for not remembering these advanced swordsmanship. Well, I have a way, you look into my eyes."
Subconsciously, Lin Ping raised his head and saw the other party's dark and deep pupils, his eyes suddenly became confused, as if he had entered a void space.
Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of his eyes, and the other party smiled and said: "I am now using the technique of moving the soul to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but this is not your own after all, it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only when you master it well can you really learn this set of sword techniques.”
Lin Pingzhi was confused when he heard it, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart. Before he could speak, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly concentrated on memorizing it.
I don't know why, but this time I just feel as if I have been enlightened, after a set of sword skills, I can remember every detail clearly.
There was a sound of snapping fingers next to his ear, and Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos. With a thought, every move and style of the sword technique clearly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu in amazement: "I remember the first Chapter One Hundred
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him vigilantly, but didn't speak.
Song Qingshu was bored and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of sword skills here, and I will show you the whole set, and you can learn it if you want to."
After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword moved lightly, and showed him the moves and moves of the Five Sacred Sword that he had summarized.
At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching for a while, he found that the other party was indeed showing him a set of exquisite sword skills, and it was much more advanced than what his master usually taught them.
Following the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples were sweating slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previous move. With advanced martial arts in front of me, but I am dull and unable to remember, endless regret and despair arise spontaneously.
After the demonstration, Song Qingshu looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was profusely sweating, and asked, "How much do you remember?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from his teeth, and he said angrily, "I didn't remember one layer."
Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's true that pigs will worship you as king."
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassing. After turning blue and red for a while, it suddenly turned blue-gray, so pale that it penetrated.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to have seen the scene where he went to a martial artist to learn Baguazhang on a whim in his previous life. Before studying, I fantasized that I was a heavenly wizard like the protagonists of martial arts, and I would be able to read it once. As a result, the martial artist taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The contrasting sense of frustration made him unforgettable forever.
Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the halo of the protagonist? Song Qingshu showed a slight smile, and comforted: "Your martial arts are too low now, so I can't blame you for not remembering these advanced swordsmanship. Well, I have a way, you look into my eyes."
Subconsciously, Lin Ping raised his head and saw the other party's dark and deep pupils, his eyes suddenly became confused, as if he had entered a void space.
Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of his eyes, and the other party smiled and said: "I am now using the technique of moving the soul to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but this is not your own after all, it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only when you master it well can you really learn this set of sword techniques.”
Lin Pingzhi was confused when he heard it, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart. Before he could speak, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly concentrated on memorizing it.
I don't know why, but this time I just feel as if I have been enlightened, after a set of sword skills, I can remember every detail clearly.
There was a sound of snapping fingers next to his ear, and Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos. With a thought, every move and style of swordsmanship clearly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help looking at Song Qingshu in surprise: "I remember