Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 200 Your Mother, I Raise You
Song Qingshu explained his actions, and did not retreat until he met Fang Dongbai and his whereabouts were exposed.

"It's all because I'm too careless." Song Qingshu blamed himself. He wanted to find out the truth, but in the end he became a fool.

Yu Lianzhou said: "I don't blame you, after all, you are inexperienced, and you will learn a lot from it."

At this time, Yu Daiyan suddenly said: "What do you think is the man's name? Fang Dongbai?"

Song Qingshu nodded.

Yu Daiyan thought for a while and said: "I know that there is such a number one person in Jianghu, but that was all ten years ago. I don't know if it is this person you have seen."

"Who is Fang Dongbai?" Song Qingshu asked.

"He used to be one of the four elders of the Beggar Clan. His swordsmanship is superb, and he is known as [Eight-armed Excalibur]." Yu Daiyan said.

At this time, Yu Lianzhou also thought of this person, and then said, "I also remembered what the third brother said, but it is said that this person died of illness ten years ago, why did he appear here suddenly? He also worked for the Mongolian people?" "

"What else can it be? To be a dog to the Mongols is nothing more than seeking money and power. It must be that the beggar gang also felt ashamed, so they lied about the death of illness." Yu Daiyan said disdainfully.

"Then what should we do now?" Song Qingshu asked.

Zhang Songxi thought for a while and said, "I have a plan!"

"Oh? Say it quickly!" Yu Daiyan said.

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain!" Zhang Songxi said.

Everyone was taken aback, and turned the tiger away from the mountain?Then he figured it out, this was indeed a good strategy, to lure that Fang Dongbai here, and then everyone took him down together, so that he could be forced to find out the antidote, and then he would cooperate with the inside and outside!
"I have to say, fourth brother, you really have a brain!" Yu Daiyan sighed, but immediately felt that what he said was wrong.

But he didn't think too much, and said directly: "Then let me do the bait!"

Zhang Songxi shook his head: "You can't do it! Neither of us can do it, we have to go to Qingshu!"

Yu Daiyan frowned and said, "Why is that? Do you not believe in my strength?"

Zhang Songxi said: "No way!" But before he finished speaking, Yu Daiyan clamped his head under his armpit with an iron arm.

"Who are you showing off your literary and talkative appearance!"

Zhang Songxi was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, so he quickly patted Yu Daiyan's arm, signaling him to admit defeat.

Only then did Yu Daiyan let go of his arms and let Zhang Songxi out.

Zhang Songxi slowed down and was about to speak when he saw Yu Daiyan making a threatening gesture towards him, so he waved his hand and said, "If there are too many people going, I'm afraid that Fang Dongbai won't be fooled. Qingshu will go again."

Song Qingshu nodded: "I understand fourth uncle's meaning, there is no need to delay, I will go now!"

But Zhang Songxi stopped him and said: "Don't worry, let's discuss first, which direction to lead him to, so that we can set up an ambush in advance."

So everyone chattered and began to discuss.

At four o'clock, Song Qingshu's figure appeared near the camp again, but this time he didn't intend to hide his figure at all. He went straight to the main entrance of the camp and shouted loudly: "Fang Dongbai, here I come again!"

The next moment, the entire camp suddenly boiled!

It was the dead of night, but at this moment the lights were brightly lit. Many Mongolian soldiers rushed out of the tents, and rushed out with machetes.

The gate of the entire camp was crowded with people, and dozens of Mongolian soldiers stared at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu secretly looked at this group of Mongolian soldiers, planning in his mind to kill them all with a few moves.

At this moment, the crowd in front of him split apart, and Fang Dongbai walked out holding a sword.

"It's you again!" He frowned, "How dare you come to die?!"

Song Qingshu glanced at his sword, and saw that the long sword that he poked two holes in was now inserted into the scabbard and had not been drawn out.

"Why, the sword has been repaired?" Song Qingshu chuckled, waving the Wudang sword in his hand.

Fang Dongbai's face changed, as if thinking of something uncomfortable, his face was uncertain, and then he waved his hand and said, "Song Qingshu, right! Are you going to save someone?"

Without waiting for Song Qingshu to answer, he said again: "My battalion of Mongolian soldiers is the best of the best, but I don't know how you are going to save these people when you are alone?"

At this time, he suddenly chuckled: "I believe you have heard clearly before that this group of people have been poisoned. If there is no antidote, they will be useless and become your burden instead."

"So, Song Qingshu, have you figured out a way to save people?"

Song Qingshu flicked the long sword in his hand: "You guessed wrong! I am here this time to fight swords with you!"

Fang Dongbai raised his brows: "Fighting swords? Do you know me... yes, you are young, so you don't know my name. But I saw that your finger strength is unusually domineering, so it must be a family tradition of martial arts. But I don’t know what it’s called?”

He wanted to inquire about Song Qingshu's origin, and he didn't blame him for not having heard of Song Qingshu's name. Firstly, he lived in the Ruyang Palace for a long time, so he didn't inquire much about the affairs of Jianghu. It will be a few days earlier to arrive at the border of the Western Regions, Song Qingshu's name has not yet been spread here.

Song Qingshu smiled contemptuously and said, "If you can beat the long sword in my hand, let's talk about other things!"

The next moment, Song Qingshu struck out with his long sword, and in the dark night, like a flash of lightning, he leaped several feet in a zigzag shape, and struck Fang Dongbai's neck with his sword.

However, Fang Dongbai raised his hand slightly, and the scabbard in his hand was already blocking the only way for Song Qingshu's sword tip, just right to resist Song Qingshu's long sword.

He heard the sound of the scabbard cracking in his hand, and sawdust flew all over the scabbard. The scabbard had already been pierced by Song Qingshu's long sword, revealing the blue sword below.

Song Qingshu's long sword took advantage of the situation and cut through Fang Dongbai's scabbard, and then the tip of the sword did not stop and slashed towards Fang Dongbai's shoulder.

However, Fang Dongbai seemed to respond to all changes without change, and the long sword in his hand with a broken scabbard rested on the tip of Song Qingshu's sword again.

In these two movements, only the hand holding the sword was moving, while the rest of his body remained motionless, looking extremely chic.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, and suddenly wanted to stab Fang Dongbai to death with a sword, but thought that the antidote was not yet available, and the Mongolian soldiers around him were staring at him, so he had no choice but to give up.

Now the disciples of Emei and Shaolin are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, even if there is only one Mongolian soldier, they can kill them.

Song Qingshu didn't want to take this risk, it's not that he couldn't bear to see Emei Shaolin disciples killed or injured, the main reason was that they planned for a long time, if it came to an end, because of his impulsiveness, half of the people he wanted to save died in the end, it would seem a bit of a waste of effort .

But at this moment, a blue light flashed, and Song Qingshu felt the long sword in his hand lighten suddenly. When he looked again, he found that the Wudang sword that had been with him for a long time had been cut into two pieces.

When I looked at Fang Dongbai again, I saw that he was still standing where he was, and his figure didn't change much. It seemed that he was not the one who cut out the lightning sword just now.

Song Qingshu praised: "What a fast sword!"

Fang Dongbai squeezed the hilt of the long sword in his hand, and said, "I'll tell you something, my previous name was [Eight-armed Excalibur]."

"Oh? Then do you know my name?" Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow and asked.

Fang Dongbai said curiously: "Tell me."

"My previous name was [Western Black]!" Song Qingshu said lightly.

"What's your name at this time... You're looking for death!" Fang Dongbai was still a little confused at first, but then he reacted, and when he moved his feet, he saw a blue light piercing towards him, which was faster than any sword-wielding person Song Qingshu had ever seen. Be quick, even he himself is a bit inferior.

The blue light came in the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu let go, and half of the Wudang sword in his hand fell, and then saw him clap his palms together, and with a "slap", he clamped the blue light in his palms, and performed a move of empty-handed entry white blade.

But the next moment, his face suddenly changed color.

"This is?! Yitian Sword!!"

Fang Dongbai narrowed his eyes, and a ray of light flashed: "That's right! Go to hell!"

The next moment, the Yitian sword was sent forward, and the sword energy between Song Qingshu's palms was lingering, cutting several scars in his hands, and the Yitian sword slid from his palm, piercing his heart.

Song Qingshu frowned tightly, and with [Lingbo Weibu] under his feet, Fang Dongbai felt the Yitian sword in his hand loosen suddenly, and stabbed forward fiercely.

With a flick of his wrist, Fang Dongbai retracted the Yitian Sword into its scabbard. He straightened his waist proudly and looked at Song Qingshu.

At this time Song Qingshu had already appeared three feet away, looking at Fang Dongbai with his hands down, with blood dripping from his palms, but he looked quite embarrassed.

"This sword didn't kill you, the next sword will be your death!" Fang Dongbai said proudly.

Song Qingshu smiled contemptuously, and said: "I thought your swordsmanship was so powerful, but it turned out that you relied on the sharpness of the sword. What about [Eight-Armed Excalibur], I'm sorry!"

Fang Dongbai said sternly: "Boy, you are dead!" The next moment, he rushed out of the camp and headed towards Song Qingshu.

When Song Qingshu saw this, he didn't stop, and ran directly to the place discussed by everyone in Wudang. Fang Dongbai and a dozen elite Mongolian soldiers fell far behind him.

"Fang Dongbai, if you can't kill me today, your mother will be raised by me!"

At this time, Yu Daiyan taught Song Qingshu. At that time, Song Qingshu proposed what to do if Fang Dongbai didn't chase after him.

Yu Daiyan taught him to say this, and he also said at the time, if there is no response to this, he will have a more ruthless sentence!

(End of this chapter)