Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 139 Centenary Birthday - Decisive Killing ([-])
Abbot Kong Wen exclaimed: "What a powerful sword energy, it really is a hero born of a boy!"

Song Qingshu said with a chuckle: "If you can beat it, you will have a sea of ​​suffering, but if you can't beat it, you will be a hero? You have said everything."

Abbot Kongwen's face turned livid, but Song Qingshu didn't bother him too much, instead he looked behind Abbot Kongwen and said, "Sect Master Xianyu, are you planning to leave?"

It turned out that when Abbot Kongwen and Master Jingxuan were making moves, Xian Yutong sneaked out of Zixiao Palace. It seemed that he wanted to escape alone regardless of the lives of other Huashan disciples in the palace.At this moment, he had already left the main hall and was running towards the mountain road, when he suddenly heard Song Qingshu speak behind him, his body trembled and he activated his internal force, and the speed was a little faster.

Song Qingshu gave a cold snort, and the Ziwei soft sword came out of his hand, and the next moment it appeared behind Xian Yutong, and directly inserted into his thigh, Xian Yutong staggered and fell to the ground.

Then Song Qingshu appeared next to Xian Yutong in a flash, carried him back to Zixiao Palace, and threw him to the ground.

"I haven't finished talking yet, are you in a hurry to go home for dinner?" Song Qingshu said coldly.

Xian Yutong blushed and bowed his head in silence.

Song Qingshu looked around and said loudly: "You are the one who ruined my grandfather's [-]th birthday, you are the one who said I killed your apprentice, and you are the one who provoked the relationship between Wudang and the factions. You are so bad, you might as well die." Well, Song Qingshu pointed at the center of Xian Yutong's eyebrows while Xian Yutong was exclaiming, and suddenly a large handful of brains mixed with blood shot out from the back of Xian Yutong's head, and the head of Huashan was killed like this.

So far, Song Qingshu has killed three people. Every time he kills, he is so calm and normal. One second he was still talking, and the next second he was dead. The people Tang Wenlong made a fuss of were secretly trembling in their hearts, fearing that Song Qingshu would be the next to kill him.

Abbot Kongwen's expression was very ugly at this time, and he suddenly said to the old Taoist who had been sitting on the chair: "Master Zhang, the disciples of your sect are killing fellow Taoists so cruelly, are you just sitting idly by?"

However, the old Taoist's eyes were slightly closed, his face was calm, as if he was asleep, and he thought he was in deep thought.

It was only then that Song Yuanqiao and the others realized that Master was strange, and hurried to the old Taoist side, and asked with concern: "Master, Master, what's wrong with you? Master!"

Song Qingshu said at this time: "Father, don't worry. Grandpa has been hit by my Sword Transformation Power. At this moment, heaven and man are fighting. Unless he wakes up by himself, otherwise he won't be able to perceive the outside world."

Song Song Yuanqiao roared angrily: "Nie Zi, how dare you attack your great-grandpa?!"

At this time, Yu Lianzhou whispered to Song Yuanqiao: "Brother, Qingshu can't be killed like this anymore, otherwise Wudang will definitely become a demon cult and become a public enemy of martial arts."

Zhang Songxi also said: "Yes, Qingshu must be stopped!"

Song Yuanqiao nodded. He didn't know why his son suddenly killed people violently, but he absolutely couldn't let him continue like this, so he whispered: "I'll restrain him, you guys find a chance to do it together, he won't attack us , and only we can stop him."

The rest of the people nodded in unison.

Song Yuanqiao stood up and asked his son loudly: "Qingshu! Let me ask you, where do you put Wudang and your great-grandfather when you slaughter like this?"

Song Qingshu said with a smile: "Father, you are too kind, the whole Wudang is too kind."

Song Yuanqiao frowned and said: "A gentleman stands between heaven and earth with benevolence and righteousness. If he is not benevolent and righteous, how can he be considered a human being?"

Song Qingshu asked back: "Father, if the third uncle's injury is not healed today, and he is still lying on the bed and surviving, dare to ask where is the benevolence and righteousness?"

Hearing this, Yu Daiyan's heart darkened, and he remembered that ten years ago, he devoted himself to helping the weak and the strong, but he ended up with a crippled end. If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's innate talent, healed himself with innate qi, I'm afraid that he would now be He was still lying on the bed moaning, thinking of this, he felt a little gloomy in his heart, and when he looked at Shaolin Emei and the others, he felt a little bit more unkind.

Song Yuanqiao hesitated, but still replied: "Your third uncle is really unfortunate, but this is not the reason for you to kill innocent people indiscriminately."

Song Qingshu continued: "Father, let me ask you again, if Uncle Wu was persecuted by these people today, trapped himself in injustice, and committed suicide in this world, Aunt Wu was loyal to love and died for Uncle Wu, and Wuji became an orphan. But it is still difficult to escape the siege of these people, and you will be persecuted and lonely all your life. Dare I ask, where is the benevolence and righteousness?"

Hearing this, Zhang Cuishan's heart tightened suddenly. When facing the crowd before, he also had the idea of ​​committing suicide, and he would end up in the world, but he missed his wife and children, and was very reluctant to let go, so he hesitated. Fortunately, he was interrupted by Yu Daiyan. However, if there is no Yu Daiyan today, Shaolin Emei Huashan Kongtong is persecuted again and again today, I am afraid that in order to preserve benevolence and righteousness, I will end up committing suicide in the end, and based on my understanding of my wife, she will definitely Martyred for love, leaving Wuji alone, helpless, persecuted by others, unable to escape for life.Thinking of this, he immediately looked at Yin Susu, but saw Yin Susu hugging Zhang Wuji, looking at him with tears in his eyes.He couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and didn't dare to think about it any further.

Song Yuanqiao looked at the fifth brother, and his heart trembled. According to Song Qingshu, not to mention the Wudang Seven Heroes, but the Wudang Six Heroes, the Five Heroes also ceased to exist.How desolate it would be for a Wudang faction to be left in his own territory, crippled to death.

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help asking himself whether his insistence on benevolence and righteousness was right or wrong.

When Song Qingshu asked these two questions, everyone in Wudang immediately forgot the plan just now, they were all silent and frowning.

Song Qingshu continued: "Father, this is what I learned from the sages' books. The sages teach you to be a good person, but this martial arts world, this rivers and lakes, cannot tolerate abusing good people!"

After finishing speaking, Song Qingshu pulled out the Ziwei soft sword, pointed at the people present and said: "You, in the name of celebrating your birthday, all of you go up the mountain with swords and swords, Wudang treats you benevolently, but you trample it under your feet, don't you! "As his words fell to the ground, everyone could only feel the weapons on their waists or behind them trembling in unison.

And as Song Qingshu walked towards the crowd step by step, the trembling movement became louder and louder. Some people carried weapons in scabbards, and the blades and scabbards collided continuously, making ear-piercing noises, while some people's weapons were scabbard. But it was directly wrapped with silk and satin. At this moment, as the weapon trembled, the cloth and satin that wrapped the weapon suddenly shattered, revealing his shiny body.

"Huh!" Song Qingshu snorted coldly, "Everyone has no good intentions, do you really think I'm Wudang easy to bully!"

"Cang!"

"Tear!"

With the sound of weapons being unsheathed and robes being broken, almost everyone's weapons were out of the control of their masters. For a while, all kinds of weapons were suspended in the air, aiming their sharpest parts at their masters , and all the weapons were trembling slightly, as if they were waiting for an order, and the next moment they would be bloodthirsty and devour the Lord.

And those who went up the mountain without weapons couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that they were lucky.

Song Qingshu roared: "Speak up! Didn't you just talk very happily? Don't you all want to know Xie Xun's whereabouts!"

No one spoke, not even the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Kong Wen, dared to speak, because there were nearly a hundred people present at the moment, almost seven of them, no. If you are not careful, your head will fall to the ground.

"You should be thankful that Wudang is benevolent and righteous." Song Qingshu sneered, then waved his hand, and the purple-red Ziwei soft sword drew a crack on the ground. The crack was drawn between Wudang and other sects, like a gap.

"Otherwise, half of the martial arts world will die first!"

Abbot Kongwen finally lowered his head and said: "Amitabha."

Mrs. Jingxuan also bandaged the wound and began to recite scriptures silently.

In the entire Zixiao Palace, the atmosphere suddenly froze.

"Enough." An old voice came, breaking the frozen atmosphere. Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw the old man's eyes shining inexplicably, looking at everyone. It was said to Song Qingshu, but it seemed to be said to everyone present.

"That's enough, Qingshu." This voice was said to Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu looked at his great-grandfather, and saw that the old Taoist's face was slightly sad, his eyes were slightly red, and he seemed to be crying.

"Grandpa." Song Qingshu called softly.

The old Taoist waved his hand, and said a little tiredly: "Enough." This was the third time he said enough.

Song Qingshu didn't insist anymore, and took one last look at Song Yuanqiao, and said decisively: "From today onwards, I, Song Qingshu, have left Wudang. Everything I do today is done by me alone, but if anyone refuses to accept it, come to me!" With a flick of Ziwei's soft sword, it flew straight to Yang Yaoqin's waist. Before Yang Yaoqin could react, Ziwei's soft sword wrapped around her slender waist twice, joining together end to end, forming a purple red belt.

And the next moment, all the weapons floating in front of everyone turned around and flew to the outside of Zixiao Palace. The eighteen kinds of weapons shuttled among the people, but no one was injured, and they were connected end to end, like It is a big river, and it looks like a giant dragon, which sprang out from the gate of Zixiao Palace and flew straight to the outside of the palace.Then they were lined up and inserted into the ground one by one, as if a nimble hand was manipulating them, all the weapons surrounded the city in circles, spreading out layer by layer.

"bass!"

When the last knife was inserted into the ground, the outermost circle was finally completed. All the weapons were inserted into the ground in unison, shaking with the breeze in the mountains, there was a different kind of beauty.

"From today onwards, all those who go to Wudang will first enter the Jiejian Pool!"

(End of this chapter)