Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 57

Everyone is watching Jingxu kill, but no one stands up to stop her. This is the way in this world, the higher your martial arts, the more powerful you are, the more no one dares to stop you from doing anything.

But there is often a kind of person, even if he knows he is not the opponent of the opponent, but for something more precious than life, he will take risks alone, because that is his "Tao".

At this moment, a man walked up the long street, a monk in white with a bald head. This man was not tall, but he walked with great strides, and his movements seemed majestic.

This person is Monk Peng.

It turned out that Monk Peng was not in the courtyard before, and the fireworks set off by Mingjiao disciples were to inform him.

He strode over and said as he walked: "Emei old nun, you are looking for death, dare to kill my Mingjiao disciple!"

After speaking, he ran a few steps quickly, rushed towards Mrs. Jingxu suddenly, and pushed his palm towards Mrs. Jingxu's chest.

Master Jingxu wanted to show his prestige in front of everyone, so he asked other disciples not to interfere, and prepared to fight Monk Peng alone.

She swiped her long sword, pointed the tip of the sword at Monk Peng's lower abdomen, and swiped across. Monk Peng couldn't resist the iron sword physically, and suddenly lay down on the ground, like a leopard, crawling on the ground with all four limbs together. , That speed was actually a bit faster than running upright, two steps cut within one step of Master Jingxu, kicked off the ground, and rushed towards Master Jingxu.

As soon as he lay down, Master Jingxu's long sword fell into the air. Before she could respond, she felt a figure bump into her arms, and she hugged her with a huge force, but she couldn't hold her for a moment. Moved.

In fact, Mrs. Jingxu's title of No. 1 under Emei's extinction is not in vain. It's just that she got carried away for a while, and she didn't expect Monk Peng's kung fu to be so weird, so she accidentally got it.

No one expected that Monk Peng would use such a bizarre method to hold Mrs. Jingxu in his arms. This trick of capturing the thief first and capturing the king was done with great skill.

But the onlookers didn't think so, and all kinds of joking and joking voices spread all around.

"Hey, the old monk hugs an old nun!"

"It's really strange."

"This monk is in spring!"

All the disciples in Emei saw that Mrs. Jingxu was hugged tightly by Monk Peng and couldn't move, so they couldn't help shouting at him: "Let Mrs. Jingxu go!"

But what everyone didn't see was that Monk Peng, who buried his face in Master Jingxu's arms, had red eyes, veins in his temples were bulging, his two rows of teeth were clenching, and his gums were bleeding.

When he thought of his Mingjiao brothers being stabbed to death one by one by this old nun, his heart was filled with resentment, the muscles in his arms were twisted, and he used all his strength to break Master Jingxu in half.

Master Jingxu was hugged by a man for the first time in her life, but she didn't feel any strangeness or embarrassment. At this moment, she only had one feeling, which was severe pain. Monk Peng exerted all his strength, All the bones in her arms, ribs, and chest were twisted and creaked, and she could clearly feel that her ribs were about to break, and the feeling of pain piercing into the bone marrow made her unable to hold herself back from crying out in pain.

Song Qingshu could see that Monk Peng was about to kill him, but he was not going to help the Emei faction. He felt that it was too late. After all, Ji Xiaofu and Yitianjian were still on the sidelines, and the Emei faction had not yet reached the point of no return. At that time, he made up his mind this time to let the Emei faction owe the Wudang faction a big favor.

Sure enough, Ji Xiaofu saw Master Jingxu's painful expression, unsheathed the Yitian sword and swiped towards Monk Peng's back.

Monk Peng felt a sudden chill in his back, turned around without thinking, and lost Mrs. Jingxu and himself, but that was what Ji Xiaofu wanted, and he made a feint with his sword, The point of the sword pointed at Monk Peng's arm that was embracing Mrs. Jingxu.

Although Monk Peng felt the cold, but because he couldn't see the front, he didn't have time to dodge. He was stabbed in the arm by the Yitian sword. He pinched Mrs. Jingxu's neck with his arms, pulled her up in horror, and pressed her body against his body, blocking the path of Yitianjian with her body.

"Come on, if you have the ability, you can stab the monk and the nun to each other. I, Monk Peng, can be considered worthy of the dead brothers and avenged them."

Monk Peng shouted at Ji Xiaofu through Mrs. Jingxu's shoulder.

Looking at Mrs. Jingxu again, her arms are drooping naturally, you can clearly see the white bone stubble protruding from her arms, at this moment she is being pinched around the neck by Monk Peng to use as a shield, and blood keeps gushing out from her mouth , how miserable and miserable it is, it is very different from the majestic and murderous appearance just now.

At this time, Song Qingshu heard someone say retribution, and he agreed very much in his heart.

However, he suddenly found that Yang Yaoqin was watching what happened on the opposite side intently, with a look of great interest.

"Aren't you afraid?" He asked Yang Yaoqin.

Yang Yaoqin replied: "What are you afraid of?"

"It's nothing, let's keep reading." Song Qingshu felt that Yang Yaoqin was too fragile. After all, she had a great-grandfather of Xikuang, so maybe there was some wildness in her bones that ordinary girls didn't have.

Let Song Qingshu think wildly, but at this moment Ji Xiaofu is quite troublesome.

She didn't expect Monk Peng to use Mrs. Jingxu as a shield, and the two of them were so tight together. No matter how she attacked, she couldn't avoid the fact that Mrs. Jingxu was hurt first, and she was telling Monk Peng that she wanted to kill him. , Mrs. Jingxu will die.

"How will you let Master Jingxu go." Ji Xiaofu asked.

Monk Peng laughed loudly: "Let her go? That won't work! My brothers are all watching, she must die!"

The remaining Mingjiao disciples also struggled to stand up, but were stopped by Emei disciples.

Ji Xiaofu saw that Monk Peng would not enter, so she walked up to a disciple of the Ming Cult, put the Yitian Sword around his neck, looked at Monk Peng and said, "If you want her to die, I will let him die."

"you dare!"

"You can try!"

The two confronted each other like this, but Mrs. Jingxu was almost suffocated.

"You let my brothers go, so I let the old nun go. How?"

"You let her go first, and I will let them go."

"I don't believe what you Emei disciples say!"

Ji Xiaofu saw that Monk Peng refused to enter, but Mrs. Jingxu hadn't moved much. She was worried that Mr. Peng really wanted Mrs. Jingxu to be buried with her, so she had to let these Mingjiao disciples go first.

"Senior sisters, let me go!" Ji Xiaofu ordered, and the surrounding Emei disciples cut off the ropes of Mingjiao disciples.

"That's all right! Don't let him go!" She shouted at Monk Peng!

"Unlock the acupoints!" Monk Peng's voice came from behind Mrs. Jingxu.

Ji Xiaofu had no choice but to follow suit.

After the remaining Mingjiao disciples unlocked the acupoints, they surrounded Monk Peng one by one. Chang Yuchun cried to Monk Peng and said, "Buddha! Brothers died so badly! We want to avenge them!"

Monk Peng yelled and cursed loudly: "Cry your ass! Go away! Xiaozhuang's words are flowing!"

What he said was the code word of Mingjiao, which meant to meet in Xiaozhuang village outside the city.Chang Yuchun could understand, but he was worried about Monk Peng, and he didn't want to leave alone.

Monk Peng slapped him on the face and cursed: "Get lost!"

Only then did Chang Yuchun lead the rest of the Mingjiao disciples to leave, and for a while there were only Monk Peng and a group of Emei disciples left on the street.

"You can let her go now!" Ji Xiaofu said sharply.

Monk Peng knew that Chang Yuchun and the others had disappeared, so he put Mrs. Jingxu on the ground so that she would not suffocate to death, but he found that Mrs. Jingxu had been strangled by his neck and hung in the air for too long, and she was gone. Breathe, this is the panic in my heart.

He put Jingxu flat on the ground, pretended to lean close to her ear to listen to her, and nodded again, indicating that he understood.

Then he raised his head and said to Ji Xiaofu: "Master Jingxu told you to step back ten feet! Why don't you do it?"

As soon as Ji Xiaofu heard it, she drew her long sword out of its sheath and rushed towards Monk Peng. Seeing this, Monk Peng gave a strange cry and ran away, ignoring the pursuit of many Emei disciples behind him.

Ji Xiaofu ran to Mrs. Jingxu's side, bent down to check Mrs. Jingxu's breath, only to find that she had already stopped breathing, and was shocked.

At this time, one of her senior sisters, Bei Jinyi, walked up to her and asked, "How about Xiaofu, how about Uncle Jingxu?"

"Uncle, she..." Ji Xiaofu suddenly felt infinite grief in her heart, and then looked at Monk Peng who had run far away, and said bitterly, "Disciple of Emei obey orders, chase after!"

"Yes!" All the Emei disciples replied one after another, and each of them chased after them with luck.

Ji Xiaofu was about to pick up her sword and chase after him, when a voice suddenly came from beside her ear: "Do you want to save Jingxu?"

The voice was close to her ears, and it reached Ji Xiaofu's ears clearly, as if someone was talking next to her ear, she suddenly turned her head to look in the direction of the sound, but there was nothing there, she He turned his head and looked around, but didn't find anyone in front of him.

"Don't look at it, do it according to my method, or you will die if you are late." The voice came again, and Ji Xiaofu could hear it clearly this time. The kung fu of sound transmission into secret is talking to himself.

She nodded hastily.

"Okay! Do as I say, put your hands on her heart, and press hard!"

Ji Xiaofu immediately followed suit, knelt beside Jingxu, folded her hands and pressed hard on Mrs. Jingxu's chest.

"Strength!"

Ji Xiaofu exerted all her strength.

"Speed ​​up!"

She was a few minutes faster.

"Faster!"

"Faster!"

"Faster!"

Ji Xiaofu finally gritted her silver teeth and exerted all her strength to press hard on Mrs. Jingxu's chest.

There was only a puffing sound, like the sound of a hot water bottle being punctured, and Jing Xu suddenly raised his body and took a deep breath, panting heavily like a person awakened from a nightmare.

It was only then that Ji Xiaofu seemed to lose all her strength, and she fell back limply and sat on the ground.

The people around were already wondering why Ji Xiaofu might as well have chased after Monk Peng, instead she was pressing Master Jingxu's chest. In line with the purpose of not watching the excitement, they didn't leave.

At this time, they suddenly saw Master Jingxu resurrected from the dead, they were all very surprised, they talked loudly, praising the magic of Emei School's kung fu, which can revive the dead.

But just when everyone felt that Master Jingxu was too active, she suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood from her mouth. The blood was like a hot spring spurted by the earth's air, and it rushed out a distance of two or three feet, splashing to the opposite side. On the wall of the green brick courtyard, the green brick was stained with a deep red.

After Master Jingxu squirted out this mouthful of blood, she slammed her head straight to the ground, completely out of breath.

This accident made everyone present at a loss, only Song Qingshu looked at Yang Yaoqin with astonished eyes, as if to say:
Didn't you tell me this trick could save her?
(End of this chapter)