Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 238 What is Innate
"【Tai Chi True Martial Arts】!"

The next moment, thousands of bricks shattered across the Zixiao Palace Square!

Everyone in Wudang was even shocked by this shock, and they were a little unsteady in their standing. Thanks to their quick reactions, they forcibly steadied their horses, so they didn't make a fool of themselves.

However, everyone found that the shattered bricks and stones under their feet were suspended in the air by the force of the shock.

At the next moment, the figure of the old man suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, a gust of wind stronger than the wild wind on the mountain swept across the entire square, rolling up the suspended fragments, first rushing to the sky, and after two breaths After that, it suddenly flew down the mountain like a giant dragon.

And the direction of the flying is exactly the direction where the old Taoist disappeared.

Only then did everyone come back to their senses, only to find that their master had long since disappeared, leaving only a deep pit of three feet square, with wisps of green smoke overflowing from the pit wall.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang looked at me and I looked at you, Qiqi swallowed.

"This is... our master?!" Yu Daiyan couldn't help asking.

"That's right!" Zhang Songxi replied.

The moment that the old Taoist gave to the disciples today really made their already proud hearts sink deeply.

This is that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky!

At this time, everyone suddenly heard the sound of trees falling down from the mountain.

Song Qingshu stood on the edge of the mountain path, looked down the mountain, but took a deep breath, and couldn't help shouting: "Father, come and see..."

Qixia walked over quickly and looked down.

In the woods at the foot of the mountain, countless trees were broken and toppled, and the large and small trunks smashed on the ground, making a loud noise. From the angle of the Wudang Seven Heroes, one can see that in the woods going down the mountain, He was abruptly knocked out by the old Taoist out of a straight mountain road.

Their master used the most direct method to open up the shortest way down the mountain.

At the front end of the road at this moment, everyone can still see the image of Emperor Zhenwu flying downwards.

Wherever He passed, all trees fell, and all beasts burst forth wildly!

"Let's go, we can't let Master and his old man show off alone!" Yu Daiyan said excitedly.

Everyone nodded, at this time Song Yuanqiao said to Song Qingshu: "You stay and take care of your mother, aunt, and the others!"

Song Qingshu nodded, said "be careful", then turned and walked back.

The next moment, the Seven Heroes of Wudang all jumped down the mountain path, and swept down the mountain along the path opened by their master.

The entire Zixiao Palace was in a mess.

Suddenly, a tiny golden light flashed away, and the direction where it disappeared was the place where Song Qingshu left.

Let's talk about the old way here.

I saw that his feet did not touch the ground, and his whole body was soaring in the air. Behind him, the statue of Emperor Zhenwu stood solemnly, with golden air waves surging around him, and the sky and ground wherever he passed were overwhelmed by it.

At this moment, the old way is already old way. On a flat place on the mountainside, there are a hundred Mongolian Tartars, playing with dozens of cannons. The muzzles of those cannons are all soaring to the sky. The cannonball just now was fired by them. .

"Die to me!" The old man roared, and with a wave of his hands, the long sword in Emperor Zhenwu's hand plowed across the ground, cutting a deep gap in the ground hundreds of meters in front of him. , or those dozens of cannons, all of which were overturned and cut off.

The old Taoist reached out to grab a cannon barrel that had been overturned into the air, and suddenly threw it at a Mongolian soldier, just like hitting an egg with a stone. The head of the Mongolian soldier was smashed into the chest cavity, including the entire upper body. , all shrunk down.

The old man threw it casually, and the cannon barrel spun and flew towards the other cannon barrel. When the two collided, they hit two Mongolian soldiers respectively, and the two of them immediately became flesh.

"It's been 60 years! Pindao hasn't killed anyone in 60 years!" The old Taoist roared, "It's so fucking fun!"

Roaring in his mouth, his subordinates kept kicking over a wooden box, only to see dozens of cannonballs inside, rolling under his feet.

"Like playing with guns? Let you have fun!"

The old man kicked a cannonball, but the cannonball was much more fun than the cannon barrel. Under the power of the old man, the cannonball directly smashed through the chest of a Mongolian soldier. Where did he go.

Then he kicked one by one, dozens of shells were concocted in the same way, and dozens of Mongolian soldiers were smashed to death immediately. Not to mention the tragic death, some of them couldn't breathe for a while, lying on the ground, spitting blood and whimpering, looking miserable. Extremely!
Hundreds of Mongolian soldiers were cleaned up by the old man alone before they could stand up for a while.

When the Wudang Seven Heroes arrived, this place had already become a purgatory on earth.

On the mountain, under the mountain, on the tree, under the tree, in the sky, underground.

There are people everywhere, or parts of people.

Song Yuanqiao swallowed, and said, "Master..."

He was afraid that his master would kill him and even kill himself.

No matter how old the Taoist is, he has a clear mind, he is not afraid of life and death, and he is not stagnant in things. He suddenly heard his disciple's voice, he couldn't help but glance at him, and said lightly: "You just came?"

"Um, this disciple is a step late." Song Yuanqiao bowed and said, and the rest of the people did not dare to show their air.

The old Taoist turned his head to look down the mountain, and said, "Go and see the disciples of Yuxu Palace. May Emperor Zhenwu bless you!"

As he spoke, he slowly received the Dharma picture.Return to the usual look again.

"The mastermind may be waiting for us at the foot of the mountain."

After all, the old man took a step and walked down the mountain.

At this time Yin Liting asked: "Master, why did this Tartar suddenly attack me at Wudang?"

The old Taoist didn't speak, and Song Yuanqiao who was beside him suddenly said, "Third brother, do you know why?"

Yu Daiyan nodded silently.

Zhang Cuishan also exclaimed at this moment: "Could it be..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Cuishan's heart sank suddenly when he saw Song Yuanqiao and Yu Daiyan looking at him.

Yin Liting was at a loss: "What are you talking about?"

Yu Daiyan said: "Do you still remember 13 years ago? The few days when Qing Shu was born."

Yin Liting nodded: "Who can forget this, you will never see that battle once in your life."

"Well. Do you still remember that at that time, I, my elder brother and my fifth younger brother went to Xiangyang and killed a tartar!"

Yin Liting suddenly remembered that old incident. At that time, he heard it from a few seniors, but he didn't take it too seriously. After all, he was still young, and he thought it was nothing more than killing a few tartars.

Now that the old matter was brought up again, he suddenly exclaimed: "You mean, you killed that tartar back then and came back to take revenge?!"

Hearing what he said, everyone sighed in unison.

"If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid that the son who sent soldiers to attack Wudang this time is the son of Dalu Huachi." Song Yuanqiao said in a deep voice.

"Then kill him too!" Yu Daiyan said sharply, "I shouldn't have kept him back then!"

"Sigh, retribution..." Song Yuanqiao sighed, "After all, we were the ones who killed his father back then."

"Hmph, don't Tartars kill us Han people?!" Yu Daiyan snorted coldly.

"Stop arguing, kill it, kill it, there are so many reasons! Let's go down the mountain to meet that little Dalu Huachi!" The old Taoist interrupted the conversation between the two, and then walked down the mountain.

The Wudang Seven Heroes filed in and followed closely behind.

Along the way, everyone didn't see a single Wudang disciple, and the Yuxu Palace was empty, with no one in sight.

It wasn't until they got out of the Yuxu Palace that they saw that at the foot of the mountain in the distance, a forest had been cut down, and the Mongolian troops were standing there in an orderly manner, motionless, with strict military discipline.

And at the front of that Mongolian army, there were hundreds of cavalrymen. On the middle one was a tall maroon horse, sitting on a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. He was dressed in brocade clothes, tall and straight, and handsome .

Seeing the old man and others coming out at this moment, the young man grinned.

"Master Zhang, Xiao Wang is here, waiting for a long time!"

(End of this chapter)