Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 2

Everyone was startled when Zhang Sanfeng said that it was the Yitian Sword, but Yin Liting suddenly squatted down and looked at the legendary sword carefully.

I saw the Yitian sword was about four feet long, and there was a faint layer of green energy around the body of the sword, and two characters were inlaid with gold threads on the hilt of the sword——Yitian.

Then I saw him looking up at his master expectantly and saying, "Master, let's... hide it."

Everyone could even see his throat move.

Zhang Sanfeng gently stroked the top of Yin Liting's head, because Yin Liting was squatting, so it was more like Yin Liting took the initiative to put his head in the master's palm.

"Li Ting, I know you love swords as a teacher, but this Yitian sword is a sacred object of Emei, we can't keep it for ourselves."

"This, this, this Yitian sword is destined for my Wudang!" Yin Liting was still struggling for the last time, "Look, my little nephew just came into the world, and the Yitian sword flew over, which means that this sword has a good life on the side of Emei. It's not good, that's why I want to join Wudang. Master, let's take pity on her and accept it!"

The old Taoist shook his head: "Silly boy, you actually said something stupid."

Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan and Zhang Songxi, who are a little older, all know the origin of their master and Emei. There are still a pair of bronze figures in the master's bedroom, and they can't bear to make it difficult for the master.

The second child, Yu Lianzhou, said: "Okay, the sixth child, we in Wudang don't care about the Yitian sword, and it is the right way to cultivate our own kung fu."

The third brother, Yu Daiyan, also answered, "Second brother is right. Sixth brother, we don't care for her Emei's things. I will find you a better sword when the third brother goes to the Western Regions some other day."

Yin Liting immediately asked: "When is the next day?"

Yu Daiyan paused for a moment and said, "It will be another day, uh, another day."

Zhang Cuishan also patted Yin Liting on the shoulder and said: "Sixth Brother, if you don't mind, first use Fifth Brother's sword to play with. Fifth Brother's sword can cut iron like mud."

After all, Yin Liting is only eighteen or nineteen years old, all the senior brothers treat him like a child, but he is serious.

Yin Liting looked at Zhang Cuishan in confusion and asked: "Aren't all our swords made from hair? Why can't mine cut iron like mud?"

And when Yin Liting turned his attention away from the Yitian Sword, Zhang Songxi took the opportunity to pull out the Yitian Sword and handed it to Zhang Sanfeng.

Looking at this sword, the old Taoist couldn't help but fell into the memory again. That woman in light yellow clothes held this sword and founded the current Emei Sect in Mount Emei. At the opening ceremony of the Emei Sect, he was also affected Inviting to watch the ceremony, I also saw that the woman who was no longer young, but more mature, held this Yitian sword and defeated all the heroes in the world. Since then, Emei has stood side by side with Shaolin Wudang.

Seeing this thing again now, things are different, Jiazi years have passed by, my beard and hair are all white, and that woman has long since become a dead bone in the grave.

All that is left is a short flash of memory.

Just when Zhang Sanfeng fell into memories, Song Yuanqiao had already left the room with his son in his arms.

Ling Xueyan originally didn't want the child to go out, for fear of being caught in the wind and catching cold.But he couldn't help her husband, knowing that the relationship between her husband and her mentor and juniors was more like a family, so I had to let him go.

When Song Yuanqiao saw his child for the first time, his heart was filled with joy.

This child didn't have the wrinkled body of an ordinary newborn baby, his skin was as white as jade, a pair of big eyes were staring at Song Yuanqiao flickeringly, a pair of small hands even stretched out from the swaddle, ten fingers were thin and long.

Not like a newborn child, more like a baby who has grown up for three or four months.

No wonder Ling Xueyan was so painful and difficult when she gave birth just now.

After Song Yuanqiao comforted his wife with the child in his arms, he quickly walked out of the room, ready to let the master see his disciple and grandson as soon as possible.

He didn't notice that Zhang Sanfeng was in a trance with the Yitian sword at the moment, excitedly brought the child to the master and said: "Master, this is your disciple and grandson, please take a look!"

Zhang Sanfeng woke up abruptly from his memory, with a sense of confusion, he stretched out his hands to take over the swaddle that Song Yuanqiao delivered, his hands loosened, and the Yitian Sword fell down, ready to plunge into the ground again with his own sharpness.

But its plan did not succeed, and one hand firmly grasped it in the palm of its hand.

At the same time, everyone was shocked to see such a picture.

Between Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao is a big red baby's swaddle, and a slender baby's arm is protruding out of the swaddle. At the end of the baby's arm is a small white hand with five thin fingers It is longer than the length of a normal baby's fingers by nearly one-third, and between these five slender fingers, the sword head of the Yitian Sword is being held. raised.

But it was this small palm that held the Yitian Sword firmly in his hand, and the Yitian Sword was suspended in the air like this, shaking up and down as the baby was handed to Zhang Sanfeng by Song Yuanqiao.

Neither Zhang Sanfeng nor Song Yuanqiao noticed that the baby was holding a long sword at this moment, and the baby held the opening of the Yitian sword, which was the moment when the old Taoist took the child, so Song Yuanqiao didn't notice the increase in the child's weight, but as soon as the old Tao took the child, He suddenly felt his arms sinking, and he almost couldn't hold it firmly. He was so frightened that he hurriedly used both hands, and then firmly hugged his disciple and grandson into his arms.

The old Taoist didn't react for a while, and said to his first disciple with a smile: "Hey, this little guy is really big, it's really hard work."

After saying this, he immediately realized that it wasn't right, he moved his arms vigorously, not to mention a small baby, even a calf could be picked up, why did he almost fall while holding a baby.

At this time, after Song Yuanqiao handed the child to the master, he took a step back. This step was not a big deal, but when he saw his son holding a long sword in his little hand, he was startled and was about to reach out to take the sword away. , but when he heard the master praise his son, he couldn't laugh or cry.

At this time, the old Taoist also saw that the child was holding a sword in his hand, and it was the Yitian sword. He was afraid that the sword would hurt the child, but he didn't dare to break free, so he signaled Song Yuanqiao to take the Yitian sword away.

Song Yuanqiao understood, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to take the Yitian Sword from his son, but the moment his fingers touched the handle of the Yitian Sword, the Yitian Sword trembled suddenly.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, Yin Liting noticed that the saber in his hand also began to tremble.

Except for Yin Liting, the others didn't have swords today, because the elder sister-in-law gave birth to a child, and weapons were unlucky, but Lao Liu's love of swords was well known, so everyone didn't blame him.

But now the sword is trembling in the scabbard, and at the same time it keeps making clear sounds, as if it has spirituality and wants to escape from this cage.

Yin Liting saw that his saber was shaking more and more violently, as if it was about to jump out of his palm, so he couldn't help but press the mechanism on the scabbard. This mechanism could have directly ejected the blade, making it easier to draw the sword, but at most it could be ejected by one foot. blade.

But today, when he pressed the mechanism, the whole sword body flew out with a "cang clang", circled around Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao twice, and then stabbed obliquely in front of them with a "boring" sound, the sword pointing towards two people.

Seeing the slightly shaking saber, Yu Daiyan praised loudly: "Lao Liu, your swordsmanship is superb!"

Several other people also looked at Yin Liting in disbelief, Yin Liting hurriedly waved his hands and said, "It's not me! I don't! Don't look at me!"

"If it's not you, who else could it be? Could it be Xiao..."

Before Yu Daiyan finished speaking, everyone's eyes were on the baby in Zhang Sanfeng's hands.

At this moment, the baby was still holding the Yitian Sword in his hand, and the Yitian Sword pointed to the ground, shaking slightly.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the disciple and grandson in his arms, with a pair of round eyes on his white and tender face, he was also staring at the old man, neither crying nor making noise, nor shouting nor laughing.

The old Taoist looked up at his first disciple and said, "Yuanqiao, you gave birth to an amazing child!"

Song Yuanqiao smiled wryly: "Master, I..."

Before Song Yuanqiao finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sharp whistling sound.

The whistling sound came from the top of their heads, and everyone looked up one after another.

I saw light spots constantly flickering above the head, which was the reflection of the sun shining on the sword body, and each light spot was accompanied by this clear and sharp sound, which was the sound of the sword cutting through the air.

Looking closely, there are dozens of swords attacking, just like the rain on a sunny day that cannot be chased, or like a meteor falling from the sky that will never return.

Before everyone had time to react, there was a rain of swords from the sky, and each sword was inserted into the ground obliquely until it reached the hilt.

"Hide!"

Song Yuanqiao roared, and quickly rushed to the room, Ling Xueyan was still inside, as for his own son, he didn't have to worry about his master.

He smashed through the window and flew in. The first thing he saw was that Mrs. Liu, surnamed Liu, lying straight on the ground with a sword stuck in her chest.

And Ling Xueyan was struggling to sit up from the bed, she still didn't know what happened, Mrs. Liu didn't even make a sound before she died.

Having just given birth to an oversized baby, Ling Xueyan was also seriously injured. She looked at her husband who jumped in through the window with a pale face and asked, "Husband, what happened? What happened to old Liu Po?"

Before Song Yuanqiao had time to explain, he leaped to the side of the bed, grabbed the quilt and shook it, wrapped Ling Xueyan in it, and stuffed it under the bed without any hassle, then jumped a few more times, kicked a wooden box and a square table in the house onto the bed, Cover the entire bed tightly.

Then he dodged again and left the room again. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Zhang Cuishan was holding Mo Shenggu's neck, avoiding Jian Yu continuously. Although he was not injured, his expression was also very embarrassed.If Zhang Cuishan avoided the sword rain by himself, it would not be a big problem, but when the sword rain hit, he was the only one who was the closest to Mo Shenggu. If he didn't rescue Mo Shenggu, his seventh younger brother might have been pierced by thousands of swords.

Song Yuanqiao was about to rush over to rescue the two, but found that his second younger brother Yu Lianzhou had overturned an iron urn, threw Yin Liting into it, and shouted at Zhang Cuishan and Mo Shenggu, signaling them to come over.

Zhang Cuishan didn't dare to procrastinate, he threw Mo Shenggu over, and Yu Lianzhou took advantage of the situation to make another push.

Fortunately, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu are small, and the iron urn has a thick mouth and a big belly, so the two of them can barely squeeze it.

Seeing that both of them had already entered, Yu Lianzhou raised and buckled the iron urn with her right hand, and the entire iron urn fell to the ground. At this moment, a sword fell from the sky and hit the iron urn, breaking into several petals, and the urn also dented. Go down one piece.

Without the burden of Mo Shenggu, Zhang Cuishan was obviously much more relaxed, with his clothes fluttering and the sword rain turbid, he looked even more handsome.

From Jian Yu's voice, to Song Yuanqiao's entry and exit, to Yu Lianzhou flipping the iron urn upside down, it's a long story, but it happened in a moment.

At this moment, the whole ground outside the house is full of long swords, and the Wudang Five Heroes are scattered around Jian Yu, only Zhang Sanfeng does not have a long sword within three feet of his body, only the Yitian sword in the hand of the old Taoist is making a slight sound, like a king , inspecting his subordinates.

With a breeze blowing and a group of swords screaming, Song Yuanqiao's son had just given his elders a blow when he was born.

(End of this chapter)