Early the next morning, Zhang Sanfeng was about to set off with Zhang Wuji. Song Yuanqiao and the other six brothers escorted the two of them to the mountain gate to untie the sword. Zhang Sanfeng waved the six of them to stop. Then he looked at Song Qingshu, who was saying goodbye to Zhang Wuji.

The two have been together for two years, and it would be a lie to say they have no feelings at all.

Song Qingshu looked at this junior fellow student and roommate who slept ten hours a day but still had dark circles under his eyes all year round, with a very complicated look in his eyes.

Knowing that he is the protagonist and a degenerate god, he should stay away from him. But after all, he is not a character in the book who only has a few words to ponder. This is a living person. When he jumps around in front of his eyes and tells stories to himself, he also

It's not so easy to be indifferent.

If the world is still a book, then Song Qingshu is completely a character in the book.

It's not like he has never thought about taking away Zhang Wuji's luck. However, if he thinks about it carefully, where can he find the Nine Yang Magic Technique, and how can he go up the Guangmingding Secret Path to learn the Great Shift of the Universe?

This is a living world, not a game or novel, and there is only one life.

Song Qingshu will not take risks because of this illusory obsession. He has his own way to go, and there is no need to compete with others.

"Senior Brother, there is no need to see you off. It won't be long before Junior Brother will follow Grand Master back to the mountain." Zhang Wuji imitated the master's fist-holding technique.

Song Qingshu knocked on his head and said, "Who did you learn this from? It's hypocritical..."

Zhang Wuji looked aggrieved and was about to talk back when he suddenly thought that he would not be able to see Song Qingshu in the near future.

He also recalled how Song Qingshu treated him in the past, seemingly teasing and demanding, but with good intentions. He didn't understand when he was young, but now he is somewhat enlightened.

In the past, when he was beaten, he would murmur a few words, but now he remained silent. When he saw his eyes staring straight at her, he turned red after a while.

Song Qingshu knew that this crybaby was going to be sad again, so he quickly waved his hand and said, "Go quickly, don't waste time, Grand Master is still waiting for you."

Zhang Wuji said "hmm" and thought that the mountains and rivers will not change. As long as he is still alive, there will always be a time when he and his senior brother will meet again. Who knows what the two of them will look like by then.

Seeing him turn around and leave, Song Qingshu thought of the hundreds of hardships he had gone through and wondered whether he could still avert danger.

"Junior brother..."

Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment. This was the first time Song Qingshu used these two words to refer to him. He turned around and saw Song Qingshu with a serious face.

"The world is dangerous, so take care of yourself. As a man, you must learn to protect yourself when you go out! Cherish your life, don't show off, and practice martial arts well, so that you can avenge your parents... Also, don't forget you

What mother told you..."

Zhang Wuji had never seen Song Qingshu looking so verbose, and he was surprised but also extremely moved.

Senior Brother Song may seem ruthless, but he really treats me very well!

When the figures of Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji gradually faded away, Song Qingshu let out a sigh, turned around and bumped into Song Yuanqiao.

He stroked his green beard with his hand and looked very pleased.

"Qingshu, you should be well prepared. It's time to go down the mountain soon."

Song Qingshu said "hmm" and had already expected it. Although Song Yuanqiao protected his shortcomings, he was not the kind of parent who held his children in the palm of his hand. If Song Qingshu didn't know any martial arts, Song Yuanqiao would never let him go down the mountain.

But now the situation is different. Song Qingshu has his own way to go. He doesn't know what Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng talked about yesterday.

But afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng said something to Song Yuanqiao, telling him to pay more attention to it.

Children will always grow up, and the young eagle that cannot learn to fly will starve to death even if it is not thrown to death.

Seven days passed by in a flash, and Song Qingshu continued to read and practice swordsmanship every day. Compared to two years ago, his temperament was much "mellower".

He was not really inspired by the sage's book, but he just felt that the games of his childhood were no longer interesting, so he curbed his "naughtiness" well.

Looking at the empty bed next door, Song Qingshu would occasionally think about where that kid had gone. Counting on his fingers, when and what hardships he would encounter.

In the early morning of the seventh day, Song Qingshu put on his three-stripe Taoist robe, went to the Zixiao Palace early to ring the bell, and then went to the martial arts arena in a polite manner.

As the sun rose, seven or eight disciples were also on the field. In the stands were the six Wudang disciples, all in formal attire.

"This time we go down the mountain to experience, we will be led by two senior senior brothers. You just need to follow them carefully and experience the rivers and lakes. Remember, the foot of the mountain is not as good as the mountain, so don't do anything arbitrarily. Follow the words of the senior senior brothers who lead the team."

Song Yuanqiao warned that he, the leader, should not say these words, but there was a special person in the team going down the mountain this time, so he did it for him.

"Yes." The five disciples kowtowed together.

Only then did Song Qingshu know that there were seven people coming down the mountain this time.

It's just that among these seven people, except for him, no one is a "little guy in the world."

No wonder in the past few days, junior brothers have formed teams to go down the mountain for training, but he was among the last group. Looking at Song Yuanqiao, who looked as usual, Song Qingshu twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself, no wonder you are not worried at all, being the leader is really good.

You can do whatever you want!

"Junior Brother Song, just follow the brothers on this journey. If anything happens, the brothers will take care of it." Chen Yuanjie tried his best to open his eyes wide and smiled.

In the past two years, I have only met him a few times during martial arts competitions. Although he always greeted me with a smile, Song Qingshu could not be kind to him for some reason.

"Then I'd like to thank Senior Brother Chen in advance." Song Qingshu said casually.

Humph, your head father had a really good idea. He put you as a burden in our elite team. Nothing happened. We went down the mountain and left this kid in the inn. We will take care of the matter after we take care of it.

He can just go back to the mountain.

Chen Yuanjie thought in his mind that after two years, although he still had grudges about the sword trial competition, he would not show it on his face.

He has grown up and understands more truths. Now he will no longer complain verbally. Who can let people have a good father!

Several other people in this team are also regular customers of Song Qingshu: the handsome guy Zeng Xu (who is known as the most handsome man in Wudang) who often competes with him in swordsmanship. There is no difference in their swordsmanship, provided that he does not use internal force, and Song Qingshu does not use it.

Sword power; one of the team leaders is his senior sister Hua Liluo. Every time this woman just watches the two sword fighting but never says a word or makes a move; Chen Yuanjie is one of the team leaders, and his junior brother, the tall and thin one, has

Feng Zhengtao, the mustached Ziwu gunman, is also in the team; there is also Ling Yun, who is also quiet but always makes Song Qingshu feel inscrutable.

The five people in the field can be said to be the most outstanding figures among the three generations of Wudang disciples. Feng Zhengtao ranks second in the "Little Seven Heroes"; Chen Yuanjie is even known as the first in martial arts among the three generations of disciples; Huali Luo and Zeng Xu are both known as "Jingle"

"Two Swords"; although Ling Yun rarely takes action and is unknown, he is the only direct disciple of Zhang Songxi in Nanyan Palace.

"The strongest disciples from Chunyang, Nanyan, Jingle, and Sangong are all in the team. My old father really has good intentions."

Song Qingshu wondered, what kind of mission should such a large and luxurious team perform when going down the mountain?

"Wait a minute, why is there one person missing from this seven-person team?" Song Qingshu suddenly discovered this problem.

"Oh, that person... Ahem, that junior brother is in a special situation. He didn't come here today, but he will go with us when we go down the mountain... It just so happens that he can go all the way.

Take care of you." Feng Zhengtao, who was tall and thin, said with a strange smile on his face.

Song Qingshu felt that this man was yin and yang, so he didn't say much, so he said "oh" as a reply.

After returning to Taizi Slope for a hasty lunch, Song Qingshu asked a few juniors to help him pack his luggage, and then ran towards the mountains with his sword in hand.

When he saw the stone tablet of "Wudang Forbidden Land", Song Qingshu took a breath. He wiped his sweat and thought that his trip was only ten days and a half at least, so he should tell Xiao Nizi.

When I entered, I saw no one, and the wooden door was closed behind the wooden door.

"It's strange, this is the first time I've seen her absent." Song Qingshu touched his head, and suddenly turned around and saw a wooden sign erected next to the mountain gate where he came in, with a few large crooked characters smeared on it with straw pulp, which could be vaguely recognized and read,

The ones are:

"Song Qingshu and dogs are not allowed inside."

Song Qingshu's mouth twitched, and he was about to reach out and pull it out, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

He found another piece of wood and carved a few lines of words on it with his sword.

"Senior Sister Mingyue, your words are as good as your face. In the last competition, Qing Shu was offended a lot. After returning home, I felt full of regret. Unfortunately, my father was confined to the room and could not go out to apologize to Senior Sister in person. I came to the door today, but there was no trace of Senior Sister. I felt lost.

Qingshu is traveling down the mountain with his senior brothers today and will return soon. He will definitely bring gifts to thank senior sister for his years of teaching...Song Qingshu pays my respects."

Song Qingshu touched his chin and admired the beautiful lines of small characters written on the wood.

"The more I look at it, the more I admire myself. At least my swordsmanship has reached a very low level, otherwise I wouldn't be able to carve such beautiful words on the wood."

He learned this skill from Zhang Cuishan's silver hook and iron painting skills. If he practices it to a deeper level, he can also learn the "Heaven Slaying Dragon Skill".

"As expected of me! Not only is he handsome, he is also versatile." Song Qingshu praised himself shamelessly and inserted the wooden sign next to the wood where Mingyue stood.

After admiring it for a while, he reluctantly left. He was very satisfied with his work, but he only regretted that he didn't have a mobile phone and couldn't take photos.

"Phew, this kid is finally gone."

At this time, the old man with a white beard opened the door and walked out, "Girl, come out, he's gone... I want to see what he wrote after tinkering for a long time."

Before he finished speaking, a small whirlwind suddenly burst out of the back room.

Mingyue quickly ran over, reached out and took off the wooden sign that was half her body tall, and held it in her arms.

"Stop looking, you can't understand anyway." Mingyue said to the old man with her shining teeth flashing.

The old man shook his head, "It sounds like you understand, but you only know a few more words than me."

"snort!"

Mingyue held the wooden sign and came to the bald tree, carefully looking at these beautiful lines of documents.

"Senior Sister Mingyue, seeing the words is like seeing the face... After I went back, I regretted it..." Although Mingyue doesn't read much, she can read simple words.

She knew the first part of Song Qing's writing, but she could only guess at the rest. Fortunately, Song Qing only went to school for two years, so his writing wasn't too particular, otherwise it would be even harder to read the bright moon.

"Huh, I'm here to apologize now, why did I go there earlier?" Mingyue wanted to throw the wooden sign under the cliff.

But he thought this could be used as "evidence" of Song Qingshu's crime, so he carefully collected it and put it in his secret base...

Here, as soon as Song Qingshu returned to Zixiao Palace, he met several anxious disciples. They said that everyone was about to set off, but there was no one there. Song Yuanqiao was getting angry in the main hall.

Song Qingshu didn't care. He was going down the mountain anyway. Could it be that his father could beat him again in front of everyone?

Song Qingshu knew that Song Yuanqiao intended to cultivate him, so he would naturally not let himself lose face in front of his peers.

When I came to the main hall, I saw Song Yuanqiao with a peaceful face, sitting and drinking tea. There was no disciple who looked angry.

The disciple was also puzzled and used his eyes to indicate that Song Qingshu was not lying.

"Qingshu, where have you gone?"

"Back Mountain."

"Um?"

"Um."

Follower disciple:......

They had no idea what kind of encrypted call the father and son were having.

"Well, when you go down the mountain this time, you must be careful not to act on impulse, and you can't leave the team at will like today... The rivers and lakes are dangerous, you must be careful... You are also a semi-adult

You are a person. Ordinary people at your grade should be talking about marriage. Your father is not your mother-in-law’s person. Let’s just say this. You can take care of yourself..."

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao seemed to be possessed by his wife, and he tortured Song Qingshu for half an hour before giving up.

"The last sentence, you must learn to protect yourself when you go out!" Song Yuanqiao said with a kind face.

Why do these words sound so familiar?

...

Song Qingshu burst into tears, not because he was moved. He really wanted to say: Please beat me up, don't do this...

Of course, he also understood Song Yuanqiao's mood. It was his son's first trip away from home, and so were his parents in his previous life...

Song Qingshu came to the field with his sword in hand and didn't even ask for the baggage. He felt that walking around the world with a baggage was not cool enough and would damage the image of a great hero.

But when they came to the back mountain field, they found several of Hou's disciples, each carrying packages.

"This..." Song Qingshu was stunned. Even the most dashing Zeng Xu was carrying a floral baggage.

There is a swordsman in white, carrying a floral baggage, which looks very funny no matter how you look at it.

He held back a smile and pointed to the object on his back and asked, "Senior Brother Zeng, what's wrong with you?"

Zeng Xu didn't find it funny, and asked instead, "Junior brother, don't you have much luggage?"

"Uh... do you still have any luggage for traveling around the world?"

Song Qingshu thought to himself that he had a pocket sewn into the inner pocket of his clothes, which contained a lot of banknotes that Song Yuanqiao secretly stuffed into him. He couldn't buy anything with money, so why not bring a bag to pack dry food? It would ruin his image too much.

"Junior brother, how about your clothes..."

"Clothes? Why don't you buy your extraneous things at the foot of the mountain?" Song Qingshu looked like he had a lot of money. He patted his chest again and whispered, "Brother Zeng, I have money. If you go to the foot of the mountain, you treat me and I'll pay for it."

money."

Zeng Xu smiled awkwardly and said, "Junior brother, what I mean is that the baggage is filled with underwear, which is not easy to buy down the mountain..."

Song Qingshu was embarrassed, and then he thought about the issue of eating, drinking and defecating.

Although Wudang has "offices" all over the country, after all, it is a gangster business and you don't take good care of it. It's not easy to let others buy some clothes for you, right? Therefore, every time Wudang disciples go down the mountain, they don't carry the same baggage.

Not "money", but a change of clothing close to your skin.

"Alas!" Song Qingshu sighed. Unexpectedly, he didn't even have a personal maid! Is it possible that when he becomes a great hero in the future, he still has to wash his own trousers?

He suddenly thought of the Condor Hero Yang Guo. If he and Xiao Longnv really had a child, and they lived alone in the mountains and valleys, he would also have to wash diapers, right? Thinking of this, Song Qingshu only lamented that he had not worn diapers for a hundred years earlier, otherwise he would still have to wash diapers.

You can ask him face to face.

At this time, there were only six people including Song Qingshu in the venue. Song Qingshu was also curious as to who the seventh person was. He was actually more arrogant than himself and dared to be late for so long.

After a while, everyone became impatient and saw a fat figure running from a distance.

"It's him!" Song Qingshu didn't expect that the seventh person was actually the fat Taoist boy next to Yu Daiyan.

"Dear senior brothers, I am in Yuxu Palace, Xuanxu. Due to the many tasks to be delivered, I am extremely sorry for the delay." Fat Taoist Tong Xuanxu made a blessing gift.

"So many people are waiting for you, you are so proud..." Feng Zhengtao said angrily, but was interrupted by Chen Yuanjie before he could finish his words.

"Junior brother, you can't say that. We are all from the same sect, and we can all understand the situation in Yuxu Palace."

Song Qingshu glanced at the two of them thoughtfully, and only smiled to himself without saying a word.

"Junior Brother Xuanxu, is this your first time going down the mountain?"

"Yes." Xuanxu replied carefully.

Chen Yuanjie nodded and continued, "Then you and Junior Brother Song will go together. It's your first time going down the mountain. It's good to have a companion if you two are together."

Xuanxu didn't think about the deep meaning of his words, but he also felt that among everyone, only Song Qingshu, whom he had met several times, felt close to him the most.

"Yes." Xuanxu agreed readily.

Chen Yuanjie turned his back, curled his lips, and snorted coldly, thinking that it would be best for the two prostitutes to be together.

When everyone arrived, Chen Yuanjie informed the deacon, and the seven of them went down the mountain in a mighty manner.

On the top of the mountain, looking at the seven white clothes retreating in the distance, the bright moon tugged at the sleeves of his clothes.

"If you want to go, just follow me, girl." The person who spoke was Zhang Sanfeng, with fair hair and a childish face, and flowing white clothes.

"I won't go. What's good at the bottom of the mountain is not the same as the top." Mingyue replied stubbornly.

"Haha, whatever, everything depends on God's will. Maybe it's not time for you to come down from the mountain yet." Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said to himself, "It's almost time to go see your master for tea..."
Chapter completed!