The Heavens: Starting from Traveling through Song Qingshu

Chapter 23
Song Xuan felt a little unlucky.

I took Hu Qian as my younger brother, but after only half a year, I have provoked such rebels as the White Lotus Sect. This is no one's luck.

How should I say the White Lotus Sect, since its birth in the Tang and Song Dynasties, it has taken rebellion as its mission.

Generally speaking, rebellion and the like are mostly the result of the people being forced to die, and this usually happens at the end of the dynasty.

But this is not the case with the White Lotus Sect. They really regard rebellion as a career, purely for the sake of rebellion.

At the end of the dynasty, they were rebellious radicals, but even in the prosperous period of the dynasty, they still dared to raise a banner and rebel.

Among other things, Zhu Yuanzhang is awesome enough. After the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, the White Lotus Sect still dared to rebel.

Zhu Di is ruthless enough, and the White Lotus Sect is not afraid at all, and they will rebel if they say rebellion.

Regardless of whether you are in the era of great prosperity or the end of the dynasty, the rebellion of the White Lotus Sect has never stopped. This is what people eat!
Song Xuan held the sword in one hand, and looked at the opposite side speechlessly.

This is the second time he has failed to kill anyone since he created the Sky Slashing Sword Technique!

The name of this sword art sounds awesome, but in fact it only has one move. To put it bluntly, it is an explosive skill.

After a short period of gaining momentum, the internal force erupts instantly, and when a sword is slashed, it can stimulate the sword energy, attack from a long distance, invincible, it can be called a big killing move.

But in the end, in the river before, Wei Yixiao, the green-winged bat king, dodged with light kung fu.

Now, the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus escaped by relying on her body skills.

Although the sword wounded the Saintess of the White Lotus Sect, it did not hurt the vitals, which made Song Xuan sigh secretly.

Could it be that my forward swing is too obvious, and when I meet a master, the opponent will always be prepared in advance?

It seems that there is still a lot of room for improvement in this style of swordsmanship!
With a sword, the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus was forced back, and the information of this woman appeared on the bronze mirror in Song Xuan's mind at this moment.

"The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus, Liu Qinglian, the peak of the Seventh Layer of the Houtian Realm, good at light kungfu and body skills, and has a high level of sword comprehension!"

Excuse!
This is a woman who is more powerful than Zhou Zhiruo!
Acquired state, Xiantian state and so on are the judgments given by the bronze mirror in Song Xuan's mind.

But in fact, in this world of martial arts, the division of cultivation has always been very vague.

Basically, it is mainly divided into inflow and non-inflow.

The so-called non-influential people are naturally those who know some boxing skills, but have no serious inner skills and can't practice inner strength. These people, in the Jianghu, are not even considered warriors.

As for inflow, it refers to warriors who have cultivated their internal strength. Only these people can be regarded as people in the martial arts world.

As for how to divide between strong and weak, it is actually not easy to judge.

There is no specific division of cultivation in Jianghu, only a rough guess based on age.

Generally speaking, the older one is and the longer one has practiced, the deeper and deeper a warrior's internal strength will be.

But this is not absolute. After all, there is a difference between inner strength and mental methods. Advanced inner strength and mental methods, fast practice speed, and high intensity of inner strength will naturally have an advantage.

Moreover, it is difficult to tell the strength of a warrior from the outside. After all, various aspects such as internal strength, martial arts, lightness skills, and even Jianghu experience can affect the final outcome of the battle.

Before the fight, no one dared to say that he would definitely win.

So at this time, the role of fame in the arena is reflected.

Most of those who can make a name for themselves in the Jianghu are not too weak. After all, if they are weak, if they are not careful, weeds will appear on their graves!

The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus received Song Xuan's sword, and her previous cold and arrogant attitude disappeared immediately, her delicate brows were slightly frowned, and her eyes were fixed on him.

"who are you?"

"Song Xuan!"

"Jade face kills the god, Song Xuan?"

Hearing this name, the pupils of the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus shrank, and she looked extremely afraid. Obviously, she was no stranger to this name, and it made her feel very troublesome!
"Jade face kills the god?"

Song Xuan blinked, what kind of reputation is this, which bastard started it?
Don't let him know who came up with this name, or go to his house tonight to have a heart-to-heart talk!

"Why, Your Excellency is so famous, but I don't know it?"

Song Xuan said indifferently: "Song Mou doesn't care much about reputation. But you White Lotus Sect didn't bother Yuan Ting and came to Hu's family to kill people. What's the reason for this?"

The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus did not answer directly, but frowned and said, "You want to protect them?"

Song Xuan chuckled, "Tell me the reason first, what if what you said makes sense and moves me?"

The woman was startled, looked Song Xuan up and down, and said: "It is said that Yumian Killer has no survivors, you are a bit different from the rumors in the world!"

"Actually, that's true!" Song Xuan's expression turned cold slightly, and he said, "Today, if you can't give a valid reason, you, and your subordinates, will all die!"

Saintess Bailian touched the wound on her shoulder, was silent for a while, and then said: "When I was five years old, the Hu family killed my whole family for a pair of jade pendants.

My father hid me in a dry well ahead of time and luckily survived. Later, Master passed by here and rescued me.

Now, I have been cultivating hard for 15 years, and I came here to take revenge. Is this reason tenable? "

"That's it"

Song Xuan nodded, then his eyes became a little colder, and he turned to look at Hu Qian.

"Is there such a thing?"

Although he was asking, he basically had a judgment in his heart.

It's very common for a big family like the Hu family to be powerful, to take grass and kill people by force.

He was willing to take the Hu family under his command because he took a fancy to Hu Qian, a smart man.

But if the Hu family is involved in too many bad things, so bad to the bone, then he, Song Xuan, doesn't have the habit of constantly wiping people's ass!
"My lord, give me a stick of incense time. If there is such a thing, I will definitely find out!"

Hu Qian's legs were a little weak.

The family has been missed by the White Lotus Sect monster, if his backer also abandons him, then the Hu family will really be over!
"Then a stick of incense!"

Song Xuan said indifferently, then looked at the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus, and said, "It's time for a stick of incense, Miss Liu, don't mind waiting a bit!"

As soon as these words came out, Liu Qinglian's delicate body trembled, her voice was a little more uncertain, "You, do you recognize me?"

Song Xuan smiled to himself, he was still young, and when asked by others, he would not even deny it!

For this kind of young man who is strong but doesn't have much experience in the world, Song Xuannian had a thought and came up with an idea.

"When I was young, I had a relationship once, maybe you don't remember it anymore!"

When he said this, Liu Qinglian suddenly became confused, her beautiful eyes kept looking at Song Xuan, and her tone became a little uncertain.

"Master rescued me. On the way back to the mountain, I passed a small town. A little brother saw me sad, and in order to make me happy, he gave me a rattle. That person, that person"

Song Xuan flicked his sleeves, put the long sword back into its sheath, put his hands behind his back, and said with a light smile, "That's right, it's me!"

(End of this chapter)