Song Qingshu was tortured physically and mentally by those two people for a whole day. He was really sleepy and tired. As soon as he returned to the thatched house, he fell asleep in the end.

That night, he had a dream.

He dreamed that he was back in modern times, and that everything he had experienced before was just a "dream." The strange thing was that when he was lying on the hospital bed, when he woke up, his first thought was still thinking about that hateful little girl.

"Where is this?" he asked weakly.

"You're awake!"

Wait, why does this voice sound so familiar——

"You were in a coma while playing online games at home for three days and three nights. You almost became a vegetative state. Fortunately, you woke up."

He turned his head with difficulty and finally saw the nurse's appearance. This sight frightened him out of his wits——

The nurse was holding a syringe as thick as her arm and grinning ferociously at him, and her face was exactly the same as that girl's!

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine after just one shot!"

The nurse walked towards him with a sinister smile, and he struggled desperately to stay away from the woman...

"Ah! Don't come over!"

Song Qingshu screamed like a groundhog and woke up from his dream.

He raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was still dark outside, and there was no one around where he lived. It was very quiet except for the chirping of insects.

“It’s true that I have something to think about every day and something to dream about at night.”

Song Qingshu habitually stretched out his hand to touch the sword on the bed, but missed it.

He used to put the sword on the inside of the bed when sleeping, so that he would feel safer. When he got up in the morning, he would touch the sword and go to the balcony to practice.

"Yes, the sword is mortgaged with the little girl."

Song Qingshu finally woke up from his daze. He rubbed his chin and sat on the bedside to meditate. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

There was no room for others to sleep soundly beside the couch. It was absolutely impossible for Zhang Sanfeng not to know about the existence of the old man and the young man, and the old man's martial arts was unfathomable. Although Song Qingshu had never practiced internal martial arts, he still had good eyesight.

Even Yu Lianzhou, the most skilled martial artist among the Seven Heroes, did not make Song Qingshu feel this way.

There are so many old monsters in the deep mountains. Maybe this old man is on the same level as Zhang Sanfeng. Yes, Song Qingshu remembered that the "Old Zhang" the old man said should refer to Zhang Sanfeng.

He and Zhang Sanfeng were old acquaintances, and it was probably not a life-and-death feud. At most, it was just a petty quarrel between Wang Chongyang and Lin Chaoying. Otherwise, Zhang Sanfeng would not have allowed such a threat to exist in Wudang.

Since the forbidden area monument was erected, it was because he did not want his disciples to go in and disturb these two people. However, these two people did not look like otherworldly experts. Instead, they especially liked to tease people.

And that girl is even weirder.

He looks about eleven or twelve years old, but sometimes his eyes look like those of an adult. His words are also weird, and his martial arts are even weirder.

Song Qingshu recalled the days when he was learning swordsmanship, and he didn't think that Yin Liting was lying to him. Yin Liting didn't have that kind of temper, and he didn't have the patience to play with a child for three months. He couldn't fake the strange look in his eyes when he saw him performing swordplay.

The problem lies with that girl. That little girl is like a "little monster", that's why she has such weird swordsmanship.

Song Qingshu recalled the sword moves the little girl had used, but couldn't remember anything.

I can't even remember a single move, I only have some memories of when I lost.

Song Qingshu recalled that when he responded, he used the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword, the Eight Immortals Sword, the Xuan Palace Sword, and the Longhua Sword, but they could not stop the girl's three attacks. Only the finger-twirling soft sword technique continued to neutralize her attacks.

Only then can he withstand more than thirty rounds.

In the end, he was defeated because Song Qingshu had used all his moves and had no more moves left, but the girl's offensive was like a rushing river, flowing incessantly.

Song Qingshu recalled the vast sea and huge waves he had seen in his previous life, and seemed to have some realization, muttering to himself.

"Mingyue, Mingyue...the moonlight is invisible and falling from the nine heavens. How can we block the moonlight?"

Song Qingshu got excited, ran outside, picked up a dead branch and started to draw.

Under the moonlight, Song Qingshu saw his own shadow dancing with him, following every step without any mistakes, and an idea gradually formed in his mind.

"I sing about the wandering moon, and my dancing shadows are scattered. I will accompany the shadow of the moon for a while, and my music will last until spring." Song Qingshu thought of Li Bai's poem, but there is a sword theory hidden in it. "So that's it, that's it."

Why am I obsessed with neutralizing the opponent's moves? Why not attack with attack? Since she is the moonlight turned into sword power, then I will be the shadow. As the moon does, so does the shadow, so how can she hurt herself?

Song Qingshu was immersed in the art of swordsmanship, and before he knew it, the east was white and the sky was dark. Even though he was eating, drinking and having sex all day long, all he could think about were swordsmanship moves.

Sitting in front of the wooden table, he used chopsticks to make signs; squatting on the edge of the cliff, he made signs with straw sticks.

This continued for five days, and the other brothers were worried that he would go crazy again, but Song Yuanqiao was not around, and no one could persuade him.

"Hahaha, I feel like I can do it!"

On this day, when everyone was eating in the hall, Song Qingshu suddenly threw the wooden chopsticks in his hand away, laughed up to the sky, and walked out, looking like he was crazy.

The remaining disciples looked at each other in shock, thinking that Song Qingshu was crazy, and wondered how the master would explain it when he came back. However, one of the disciples with a keen eye discovered that the wooden chopsticks thrown by Song Qingshu were halfway into the beam.

In Yadong, the forbidden area of ​​Wudang, Mingyue was cooking in the house. Suddenly she heard shouting from outside. She looked up and saw that the hemp rope she had tied had five knots.

"Is this guy back so soon looking for abuse?" Mingyue showed a smirk on her face.

When he went out, he saw Song Qingshu standing on the boulder where the old man often lay, with a sword in each hand.

"Hey, the old man isn't here?"

The fat cats who were sleeping on the boulder and basking in the sun were all driven off by Song Qingshu. Seeing his arrogant look, it seemed that the guy who was beaten to pieces five days ago was not him.

"Are you here to give me the sword again?"

"I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for any reason. I already know your swordsmanship well. Today I want to get my sword back openly."

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he threw a sword to Mingyue, "If you use branches again, I'm afraid you will have to default on your debt if you lose."

"You think I am you." Mingyue rolled her eyes, but since Song Qingshu was so confident, she didn't mind giving him a hard blow.

This time, it was Song Qingshu who took the lead in launching the attack, still using the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword from last time.

"Yes, you are much more skilled with the sword than last time." Mingyue hadn't made a move yet, she just blocked and commented nonchalantly.

The master is right, this guy is really talented in swordsmanship, and he can master a routine so quickly.

But if it were just Taiyi Xuanmen Sword, it would still be difficult to defeat her.

Just when Mingyue was thinking about it, Song Qingshu changed his moves. This time it was still Taiyi Xuanmen Sword, but it was mixed with other swordsmanship changes.

"Longhua Sword, Taiyi Sword, Eight Immortals Sword, Xuan Gong Sword, Longhua Sword, Eight Immortals Sword..."

This guy was mumbling words while making moves, which made Mingyue a little irritable, but Mingyue had no choice but to draw her sword.

She was surprised that Song Qingshu was able to integrate these swordsmanships without any gaps. This meant that he had completely mastered the similarities between these swordsmanships!

If Ming Yue hadn't used her sword yet, she really wouldn't have been able to catch this set of sword moves.

With the sound of "Kang", Song Qingshu felt a chill the moment she drew her sword. This was Mingyue's sword!

"It's as thin and cool as the moonlight, and it makes people's hearts cold before the sword arrives."

Mingyue's heart moved. Although she didn't understand what Song Qingshu was talking about, she felt that the Song Qingshu facing her sword in front of her was completely different from the guy five days ago.

"watch out!"

She stabbed with her sword, and the sword reflected sunlight. Although it was daytime, it felt like a cold night had fallen, making people shiver.

"What a sword!" Song Qingshu smiled evilly, but did not defend himself.

When the sword was about to hit him, he attacked with the same sword style.

The two swords intersected, making a crisp collision sound, but they both bounced away from each other.

"You learn how to use my sword?"

Mingyue was shocked, wasn't Song Qingshu's sword move exactly the one he had just performed?

"Hahaha, what if I imitate you?" Song Qingshu laughed shamelessly.

Mingyue said nothing, raised her sword and slashed again, thinking to see how many moves you could steal from me.

It wasn't until the 107th sword that Song Qingshu was defeated due to lack of physical strength, and half of his sleeve was cut off by Mingyue.

"Let's give it up and fight another day!" Song Qingshu was very straightforward, sheathed her sword and ran away.

But at this time, he did not feel the slightest sense of defeat in his heart. Instead, he was very excited. His thinking was correct. He failed this time because of his physical strength. Without internal support, he could not continue to imitate Mingyue's sword moves.

But he felt that he had opened a new door. This "swordsmanship" was not given to him by anyone, but he realized it himself.

Song Qingshu finally understood why some martial arts idiots thought this was a pure joy of creation.

After returning home, he began to practice day and night again, and within three or four days he went to "harass" Mingyue again.

It is true that every time he competes with Ming Yue, he can make some progress, and the more times he competes with Ming Yue, the more he will naturally become familiar with Ming Yue.

Later, he not only practiced sword fighting, but also shamelessly took advantage of other people's food. Although the food cooked by Mingyue tasted average and was often burnt, Song Qingshu liked the feeling of taking advantage of others.

Maybe he couldn't defeat his opponent in swordsmanship, so he moved to another place.

Mingyue was also accustomed to being tortured by her master since she was a child, so she didn't care what this shameless Wudang disciple did, and it was also a good thing to have a playmate in the deep mountains and empty valleys.

His master spent the whole day either tinkering with his own medicinal materials, or going fishing in the mountains, or looking for people to drink tea with.

During this period of time, I was often away, but the number of cats decreased a lot.

That night, after the sword duel, the two sat on the bald tree to rest.
To be continued...