Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 138 Centenary Birthday - One Sword Female Fu ([-])
Song Yuanqiao clasped his fists at the crowd and said: "Everyone, Mr. Song still doesn't believe that I would do such a thing. There must be other reasons. Didn't this Huashan disciple say that there were two disciples from the Kongtong Sect present at the time?" Is it? If we ask them to come over again, let’s talk about the specific situation at that time again.”

This was a stab at Tang Wenliang's heart, and he yelled: "The disciples of the Kongtong sect..."

The next moment, Tang Wenliang didn't dare to say a word anymore, because at this moment, a long sword surrounded by purple clouds was pressing against his throat, and the person holding the sword was Song Qingshu.

No one expected his sword, even most people didn't see it, Song Yuanqiao roared: "Qingshu, stop! Mr. Tang is a senior..."

But his words were interrupted by Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu said: "Father, he is too noisy, why don't you just let me kill him and leave him alone." He spoke very calmly, not as if he was discussing killing people, but as if he was discussing drinking water and eating.

Song Yuanqiao stretched out his hand to stop him: "How can it be?!"

Xian Yutong took the opportunity to say: "Look, everyone, in front of all the heroes, he wanted to kill people. From this point of view, the death of my disciple Xue Gongyuan may be like Mr. Tang. He will be killed if he doesn't like him. of!"

After Song Yuanqiao heard this, he was even more furious: "Song Qingshu! You have read the sage books for five years, and you only learned one word for killing!"

Song Qingshu didn't speak, as if he was remembering something, he said softly after a while: "Father, I have read all the books in the past five years, but the more I read, the more boring I feel."

Song Yuanqiao frowned and said, "Boring? How could it be boring?"

"Because those sage books are written for ordinary people, but I am extraordinary!" Song Qingshu replied.

"I think you are an idiot in studying..." Tang Wenliang sarcastically said, but this was the last sentence he said in his life.

When Song Qingshu moved his hand, Ziwei's soft sword cut through his neck in an instant, and a stream of bright red blood flew out instantly, but was thrown away by Song Qingshu with the sword, and not a single drop fell on him.

"The third one!" The four elders of Kongtong roared in unison. Tang Wenliang stared at Song Qingshu with disbelief. He couldn't believe that he would die in this way, today, here. In the hands of the juniors.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed, watching this scene in disbelief, especially everyone in Wudang, who thought Song Qingshu was just trying to frighten Tang Wenliang, but they didn't expect him to really dare to draw a sword.

Yu Daiyan murmured: "This kid is more kind than me."

The rest of the heroes were also dumbfounded.

With a wave of Song Qingshu's hand, the blood on the sword drew a tragic "one" on the blue brick floor, then he walked slowly in front of the crowd, and said slowly, "I have tolerated him for a long time since he came in."

"You killed my third brother, I will never live with you!" Guan Neng roared, and then flew towards Song Qingshu, but he couldn't even get close to Song Qingshu's body, so Song Qingshu casually grabbed him. A sword qi drawn cut off the head.

Guan Neng's head soared into the sky, it was spurted by the blood in his body, and a large amount of blood stained the ground of Zixiao Palace red.

"I hate people like you who are old and disrespectful!" Song Qingshu threw another bloodstain on the ground.Then he pointed his long sword at everyone in Shaolin and said: "There are you, and you." He pointed at Xian Yutong again.

Anyone who was pointed at by him with the sword couldn't help feeling guilty, as if the beautiful purple sword had pierced his own throat.

"My great-grandfather's [-]th birthday is a big event for me in Wudang. Come here as soon as you come, why do you have to disturb this happy event? It's just one person and a knife." Song Qingshu continued, "In your In my eyes, is that dragon-slaying knife really more important than my great-grandfather's birthday?"

"Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, Kongtong." Every time he called out a name, his tone became more serious, until in the end, all the voices in the entire Zixiao Palace were suppressed, and the only one that resounded was Song Qingshu. There are those messy rivers and lakes gangs, do you really treat Wudang as a soft persimmon?"

Although he killed two people, he felt very transparent in his heart. A question that had been trapped in his heart for a long time finally got the answer at this time.

"Father, do you still remember our conversation five years ago? I said I wanted to change the world, but you said it was impossible. Let me find the answer in the book."

Song Yuanqiao said with regret on his face: "Qingshu, it's all father's fault, father missed you!"

Song Qingshu shook his head and said: "No, I found the answer, but it's not in the book, but on the sword." He looked down at the Ziwei soft sword, and at this moment, the Ziwei soft sword, which was full of blood, exuded a haze of bleeding purple , and at the same time following Song Qingshu's intention, her sword body was trembling continuously.

"Sect Master Xian Yu!" Song Qingshu looked at Xian Yutong and asked, "Now I'll ask you again, do you have anything to say about Xue Gongyuan's death?"

Xian Yutong frowned tightly: "The truth has been revealed to the world, it was you, Song Qingshu, who seized the treasure and murdered someone after seeing the wealth! Master Kongwen, this son has already been possessed by a demon, and he must not be kept!"

Abbot Kong Wen listened, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said to Song Qingshu: "Song Shaoxia, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head and stay on the shore."

Song Qingshu didn't even look at him, and said, "It's your turn later." Then he looked at Dai Song behind Xian Yutong, and the next moment everyone saw another Song Qingshu, one standing in front of Xian Yutong, One stood in front of Dai Song, but before everyone could scream, the Song Qingshu standing in front of Xian Yutong disappeared, leaving only Song Qingshu standing in front of Dai Song.

"This is, the sword energy stays in shape?!" [White Ape Layman] Liu Baiyuan said in surprise.

Seeing Song Qingshu appearing in front of him, Dai Song couldn't hold on any longer, squatted down with his head in his arms and shouted: "Don't kill me, I'll tell you! It was Xue Gongyuan who picked up your sword and didn't want to return it to you. The one who died at your hands was forced by Master to lie, so please let me go."

"Scumbag! What nonsense are you talking about!" Xian Yutong roared angrily.

Song Qingshu looked at Song Yuanqiao and said, "You heard it, this is the truth."

Song Yuanqiao said with tears in his eyes: "Father blamed you wrongly, Qingshu, stop!"

Song Qingshu shook his head and said: "Father, you are too kind. Great grandfather, all the masters, and the whole Wudang, are too kind."

At this time, Xian Yutong suddenly shouted: "Abbot Kongwen! Master Jingxuan! If you don't subdue this evil obstacle, the whole world will be devastated!" After finishing speaking, he rushed towards Song Qingshu first, but what no one noticed was , he was not rushing fast.

After Kong Wen listened, he and Jing Xuan looked at each other, nodded at each other, and rushed towards Song Qingshu respectively.

Song Yuanqiao anxiously said: "Master Kongwen, Mrs. Jingxuan, don't be harsh!"

Kong Wen didn't answer, Jing Xuan replied: "Yes."

Qi Qi, two top masters in the rivers and lakes, rushed towards Song Qingshu, before they arrived, the aura firmly suppressed Song Qingshu.

Kong Wen pushed his palm towards him, and saw that the air in front of him was suddenly rippling, as if the air in front of his palm was being drained instantly, and at the same time, there was a thunderous sound beside his ear, which was breathtaking.

And Mrs. Jingxuan sealed her throat with a sword. The cold light on the Emei long sword was shining brightly, and the tip of the sword trembled continuously, shaking off countless sword flowers. With one move, Song Qingshu's body was blocked, giving people a feeling that once the sword is fired, life The involuntary feeling, although it is not as shocking as Kong Wen's palm, but it hides a deeper killing move.

Song Qingshu frowned, and the crape myrtle soft sword trembled in his hand, and suddenly there were more than a dozen crape myrtle soft swords in front of him. The guards guarding the center are average.

Song Qingshu pointed at the Ziwei soft sword in his hand, and spit out a word: "Go." The next moment, those Ziwei soft swords floating beside him shot out, split in two in front of Song Qingshu, half of them were facing Kongwen And go, usually come towards Jingxuan.

Seeing this, Abbot Kongwen yelled: "【Prajna Palm】!" Then he saw a dozen more palms out of thin air around his palm, the size and thickness of which were exactly the same as Kongwen's palm. The palms are distributed in the center of the circle, and they directly grab the shooting Ziwei soft sword, but it is like catching fish with empty hands, catching the flying Ziwei soft sword one by one in the palm of the hand, but this delay, Wu Wen heard this The palm was exhausted, so he had no choice but to stop, frowning and looking at his palm, only to see a faint blood color slowly appearing in his palm, piercing his palm from left to right, and then there was blood Beads start to come out.

Kong Wen clenched his fists and looked at Song Qingshu. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Master Jingxuan beside him screaming in pain. He hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw only the hilt of the long sword in Master Jingxuan's hand. But it has turned into iron powder, penetrated her arm, turned into drops of blood and shot into the ground, leaving dense pores on the green bricks on the ground, like a beehive and ant nest.

Song Qingshu swung his sword, and injured the two masters of the world. For a while, the whole Zixiao Palace was terribly quiet, and everyone's eyes were on the tall and straight boy.

(End of this chapter)