Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 6 Tai Chi
Ren Laifeng didn't know what to say, and almost made Song Yuanqiao amused.

Song Yuanqiao waved his hand: "Speak up! Tell me everything you know!"

Ren Laifeng hurriedly answered yes, and Liu Sipiao on the side lowered his head angrily, not daring to think about what kind of punishment Ren Laifeng would receive if he really told the head and master what he had told him before.

She thought to herself, let that guy be punished, and let him have a long memory.

Ren Laifeng is really going crazy, he said excitedly: "Sect Leader, Master, I told Senior Sister just now, according to my speculation, why did this sword fly for no reason? It must be Because of……"

He actually paused for another moment, and the old man who drew the word "for" at the end, glanced from left to right. Seeing that everyone was waiting for him to explain the reason, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Because there are ghosts haunting us!" He yelled out!

Song Yuanqiao's expression changed all of a sudden, if according to what Ren Laifeng said, the majestic Wudang Mountain, like a blessed land and caves, is haunted by ghosts, isn't it scolding the bald man in front of the monk?

He regretted letting Yu Daiyan go to Mrs. Liu's house. If the third brother was here, Ren Laifeng would probably not go crazy.

Song Yuanqiao knew that the third younger brother intended to take Laifeng as his disciple, so he said to himself silently in his heart, there is no limit to children's words, there is no limit to children's words.

Here, Ren Laifeng didn't notice the face of his master, he was still chattering, and turned his head to other disciples even more.

"As I said before, how could it fly away in a good way. It's not flying a kite. There must be ghosts haunting it, you still don't believe it..."

"Shut up!" Song Yuanqiao interrupted him, then looked at the other disciples and asked, "Do you all think so?"

All the disciples were silent, and Ren Laifeng realized that the master's face was wrong, and he didn't dare to say it. After all, he is just crazy, he is not stupid.

"Everyone eats too much and is lazy on weekdays. First, they don't do their homework seriously, and second, they have no vision. When encountering things they don't know, they make wild guesses and confuse people with ghosts and gods!"

The more Song Yuanqiao spoke, the stricter he said: "I, Wudang, belong to the lineage of the Great Emperor Zhenwu. How dare the monsters seek their own death!"

He was lucky in his voice: "Today's matter is not caused by ghosts, it is my Wudang master, who has achieved great feats and attracted thousands of swords to fly!"

It is like a thunderbolt exploding in the clear sky, and all beasts surrender; it is also like a drum hammer beating in a heavenly palace, and all people bow their heads.

After saying that, the entire Yuxu Palace was as quiet as the night, and all the disciples even breathed slowly.

Suddenly, Liu Sipiao found a small black fish appeared in front of her, swimming in the air in front of her, very agile.

In front of Ren Laifeng, a small white fish appeared, suspended three feet in front of him, motionless, as if looking at him, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, trying to catch it, but the next moment, the small white fish suddenly It came towards him, bumped into his face, and disappeared like a light smoke.

Ren Laifeng thought he was dazzled, and wanted to ask the senior sister if she had seen it, but turned around and saw a small black fish playing in front of the senior sister.

And the little white fish that bumped into his cheek just now suddenly appeared next to the little black fish, drawing circles around the little black fish.

He wanted to ask his senior sister what that was, but he took a peek at Song Yuanqiao again, and found that the master was looking at him with some unfriendly eyes, so he immediately held his breath and concentrated, not daring to speak.

The two small fish only stayed in front of Liu Sipiao for a moment, and then quickly swam away, appearing in front of one disciple at this moment, and bumping into another disciple at the next moment, almost all the disciples found these two small fish , but no one knows what it is, and why it flies in the air, and dissipates like air as soon as it hits.

Is it really ghosts?

All the disciples were guessing wildly in their hearts, and Song Yuanqiao didn't speak, letting them whisper.

Ren Laifeng shouted in his heart, I was right!Only I am right!
At this moment, a deep, slight but clear voice came.

"Bah!"

Then, the two yin-yang fish disappeared suddenly, and when they reappeared, they were already above the pile of broken swords.

For two days, the small fish closed their mouths together, forming a Taiji pattern, which grew bigger and bigger, and soon covered the pile of broken swords.

All the disciples stared at this change, Ren Laifeng opened his mouth wide open, but Liu Sipiao secretly glanced at Zhang Sanfeng thoughtfully.Who would have thought that Zhang Sanfeng looked at Liu Sipiao as if she had sensed it just when her eyes fell on her, and the two looked at each other, Liu Sipiao felt that the master's gaze was like electricity, piercing people's hearts, she subconsciously He closed his eyes and lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhang Sanfeng again.

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Liu Sipiao, thinking in his heart, this baby is also very intelligent, but he can be Cuishan's disciple.

In fact, Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao discussed all of this before, not only to answer the doubts of all the disciples, to calm their hearts, to cut off the spread of rumors, but also to select disciples with outstanding understanding and moral character to see if there are suitable candidates , which one of the Seven Heroes is suitable for teaching.

Song Yuanqiao had discussed with his master the cultivation of Wudang's third-generation sons before. He saw that there are many Shaolin monks, and Emei also has a large number of talents. The Kunlun School in the Western Regions and the Kongtong School in the Qin Dynasty have many disciples.In addition to the Seven Heroes, Wudang has no third-generation disciples, which makes people feel that there is no successor.

It just so happens that now my son is born, and he is an extraordinary person, he can be the third generation master of Wudang, so I can take this opportunity to select all the disciples to see who is suitable to be the third generation disciple of Wudang, and which master is suitable teach.

Of course, the Seven Heroes they talked about didn't include the sixth son Yin Liting and the seventh Mo Shenggu at all. It can only be called Wuxia.

Thinking of this, Zhang Sanfeng rubbed his cuffs with his hands. There is nothing that makes him happier than the fact that the sect he created is growing and growing.

Besides, the yin-yang fish was covering the pile of broken swords, and then slowly wrapped them into a half-white and half-black sphere, suspended in the air, and all the broken swords were wrapped inside, and there was no trace of them anymore.

The yin-yang ball rose higher and higher, and soon floated two feet above everyone's heads. The black and white outer layers of the sphere were still turning like two small fishes. The ear-piercing twisting sound reminded Ren Laifeng of the sound his father made when he used to forge iron, twisting the rough billet.

Soon, the yin-yang ball stopped, the two yin-yang fish stopped swimming, and the harsh sound stopped coming out.

Just like that, all the disciples looked at the yin-yang ball the size of a millstone above their heads, looked at each other, and asked each other with their eyes, hoping to know what it was from the other party, but unfortunately no one knew.

Suddenly, the yin-yang ball began to move slowly, and soon hovered in front of Zhang Sanfeng. The old man stretched out his right hand, and poked the yin-yang ball lightly with his finger, as if some mechanism had been triggered, and the yin-yang ball suddenly disappeared, leaving only one iron ball.

It seemed that a giant kneaded dozens of hundreds of long swords together with his hands to form an iron ball, and the original appearance of the long sword could no longer be seen.

The huge iron ball lost the traction of the yin-yang fish, and it was about to fall to the ground, but the old man suddenly stretched out his left hand to gently support it, and then wiped the iron ball with his right hand. His two hands were like two yin-yang fish, surrounding A circle was drawn on the body of the ball, and the huge iron ball was entwined by his two hands, hanging in place as if it was still. Only the gaps on the surface of the iron ball that were constantly rotating proved that it was moving.

This solid iron ball the size of a millstone weighs at least six or seven hundred catties, and it is like a real leather ball being "huddled" in Zhang Sanfeng's arms to play with. This scene even scared Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi one jump.

Suddenly, the old man twisted his arms, and the iron ball quickly spun, and then he folded his hands and sent it, and the whole iron ball flew out.

"Bang! Kong!"

The solid iron ball was heavily embedded into the nearby mountain wall, and the metal and the stone wall joined together, making two different loud noises.

For a moment, the entire Yuxu Palace seemed to be deserted, except for the sound of the wind sweeping the fallen leaves, there was nothing else.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao took a step forward and shouted loudly: "From now on, Wudang will not be weaker than others!"

(End of this chapter)