Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 337
"Song... Song... Song... Brother Song, wow!"

Zhou Zhiruo was so startled that her speech was a little slurred. The next moment, she jumped up and suddenly came to Song Qingshu's side. She stretched out her hand and was about to pull Song Qingshu's arm.

But when her hand was three feet away from Song Qingshu, she couldn't move forward no matter what.

She knew it was Song Qingshu who made it, so she hurriedly took off the light veil on her face, revealing a delicate and elegant face with extremely beautiful complexion.

It was only then that Song Qingshu understood why Feng and Tang were so obsessed with Zhou Zhiruo. He never thought that the little girl who had a bad mouth at the beginning would now transform into a beautiful woman of unrivaled beauty.

Based on her current appearance, she can be regarded as comparable to Yang Yaoqin.

Zhou Zhiruo said excitedly: "Senior Brother Song, it's me, Zhiruo! You remember me!"

Song Qingshu nodded and said with a smile: "Of course I remember, but you have grown up a lot, and I almost wouldn't recognize you if you don't tell me!"

Zhou Zhiruo laughed, and the crescent moon's eyes became even more cute. She failed to pull Song Qingshu's arm, so she turned around and hugged Yang Yaoqin's arm: "Sister Yang, Sister Yang, I miss you so much!"

Zhou Zhiruo, who was still a student of the head of the sect just now, has completely turned into a childish style. This contrast left everyone present dumbfounded.

Especially Tang Hao and Feng Luan, their eyes on Song Qingshu were no longer kind, Feng Luan was fine, he had seen Song Qingshu's power, but Tang Hao didn't, seeing that Zhou Zhiruo, who was like a goddess, treated a man like this How can he suppress the fire in his heart by trying to please him happily.

But Zhou Zhiruo was here, he couldn't get angry, so he could only secretly hold grudges in his heart.

Xie Yingchuan also came up at this time, and asked Zhou Zhiruo, "Senior sister, do you know Brother Song and Sister Yang?"

Zhou Zhiruo nodded and said, "Naturally, I've known him since I was a child. I adore Senior Brother Song, he's amazing!"

Xie Yingchuan clicked his tongue and said, "Which sect is Brother Song from? Why haven't I heard of Song Liu's name?"

"Song Liu? How could he be called Song Liu?" Zhou Zhiruo asked in surprise.

Yang Yaoqin interjected, "He's called Song Liu, and I'm Yang Ying."

Zhou Zhiruo suddenly realized, and nodded immediately: "Yes, Senior Brother Song Liusong, Sister Yang Yingyang!"

After all, a pair of big crescent-like eyes stared blankly at Song Qingshu, with undisguised admiration beyond words.

After several people said this, other people understood that Song Liu and Yang Ying were both pseudonyms, but they didn't know what their real names were.

At this time, Tang Hao suddenly said: "Young Master Song, I don't know what school or sect your master is from? It's rare to see talented people from other places in Sichuan, so if you say it, it will open my eyes!"

Song Qingshu hadn't spoken yet, but Zhou Zhiruo spoke first: "Senior brother Tang, brother Song has a long history, which is far from being comparable to ordinary people. Since he doesn't want to mention it, then you don't have to ask."

These words made Tang Hao feel uncomfortable, and his feelings became ordinary people, and he couldn't even speak.

He had a taste in his heart, but the disciples of the Tang Sect behind him were not happy, so they spoke sarcastically one by one.

"What a famous sect, I dare not even say it!"

"Hide your head and show your tail, you are like a rat!"

"There is no sect in Sichuan that is as powerful as my Tang sect!"

A group of people said that Song Qingshu was quite upset. Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo twitched her eyebrows slightly. When she saw Song Qingshu suddenly, she felt a little too excited, and her words were inevitably inappropriate, but she didn't want to cause such a situation. Situation, could not help but face a little embarrassing.

She was just about to speak, but suddenly heard Song Qingshu say coldly: "Enough!"

The next moment, everyone in the Tang Clan felt their breath stagnate, and swallowed the words they were holding in their mouths, and could no longer speak them out.

Tang Hao was startled, but he got out of his jealousy, and then he carefully observed Song Qingshu, secretly guessing his skill.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was a little angry, Zhou Zhiruo asked uneasily, "Brother Song..., what are you and Sister Yang doing here? Why don't you go to Emei?"

Song Qingshu didn't speak, Yang Yaoqin at the side replied: "Go to Emei, I'm afraid your master will be angry."

Zhou Zhiruo thought about the grievances between Song Qingshu and her master, and thought that this was the case, so she nodded and said, "That's right, it's better not to go to Emei!"

Xie Yingchuan who was on the side asked puzzledly: "Senior sister, what are you talking about? Does this senior brother Song have any grievances with the head?"

Zhou Zhiruo just smiled and didn't speak.

On the other hand, Xu Jing seemed to have thought of something, her expression changed suddenly, and then she took Xie Yingchuan's hand, signaling her to stop talking.

"Senior Brother Song, what are you doing here?" Zhou Zhiruo asked again.

Song Qingshu asked: "You, do you know [Blood Bodhi]?"

Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "I know, I've eaten it!"

Song Qingshu gave a "hmm", and Zhou Zhiruo immediately realized: "Are you here to find [Blood Bodhi]? Is there [Blood Bodhi] here?"

Song Qingshu suddenly said this sentence: "Water floods the knees of the Buddha, and burns Lingyun Cave!"

"I know this sentence, it is a legend here." Xie Yingchuan shouted hastily, "I am a local, I have heard this sentence since I was a child, but I have never known what it means."

Song Qingshu glanced at her and asked, "Will the water in this river rise to the knee of the Buddha?"

Xie Yingchuan smiled and said, "How come, I've never heard of it."

"Zhiruo, take them back to the boat, Yaoqin, you go too!" Song Qingshu said suddenly.

Yang Yaoqin frowned slightly: "You want to..."

Song Qingshu nodded, but did not speak.

So Yang Yaoqin said to Zhou Zhiruo: "Zhiruo, let them go back to the boat!"

Although Zhou Zhiruo was very puzzled, she was still very obedient, so she said: "Senior sister, you take the junior sisters back to the boat first, Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Tang, can you please take the senior sisters back to the boat first?"

Feng Luan immediately replied: "No problem!"

After finishing speaking, he called his juniors to board the boat.

And Tang Hao over there also let the Tang Sect disciples board the boat, but he was motionless on the feet of the Buddha.

"Huh? Brother Tang, why don't you come over?" Zhou Zhiruo got on the boat, only to see that Tang Hao hadn't come up. At this moment, there were only him and Song Qingshu on the Buddha.

Tang Hao replied: "I just want to see what this Junior Brother Song wants to do?"

"Senior Brother Tang, come here quickly, it's very dangerous!" Zhou Zhiruo said anxiously, she wasn't really worried about Tang Hao's safety, she was just afraid that he would ruin what Song Qingshu was going to do next.

But the more she said this, the more unconvinced Tang Hao became, and his eyes fixed on Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu glanced at him, didn't care, and only said to Zhou Zhiruo: "Drive the boat farther away."

Then, he stood at the feet of the Buddha, and in front of him was the endless surging river, which was flowing eastward, like an unruly dragon that would never calm down.

But Tang Hao underestimated in his heart and put on a show.

But the next moment, he was suddenly dumbfounded.

I saw Song Qingshu stepped forward, stepped on the void, stood with one foot in the air, and stepped forward with the other foot.

After two or three steps like this, the whole person has come to the surging river, standing on the void.

Whether it was Tang Hao or everyone on the boat, they were all in disbelief at the moment.

What Song Qingshu is doing now is beyond their comprehension.

I saw him fluttering in blue clothes, with fluttering sleeves, with vast expanse of river under his feet, the clear blue sky above his head, and the majestic Buddha in front of him.

The next moment, countless streams of light suddenly appeared and gathered behind Song Qingshu, like a slowly unfolding scroll, instantly covering the big Buddha in front of him.

Tang Hao on the big Buddha only felt his eyes darkened, as if the sun in the sky was not as dazzling as Song Qingshu.

"Song Gongzi, Song Daxia, I'm still here! I'm still here!" He hurriedly shouted, as if Song Qingshu would forget him.

The next moment, a stream of light flashed by, and Tang Hao swept across a distance of several tens of feet and landed on the big ship.

At this moment, almost everyone on the big ship held their breath and focused on the figure in the sky.

And the boatmen on the boat were already kneeling on the deck at this moment, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

(End of this chapter)