Zhang Wuji on the carriage was dumbfounded. This was the first time he saw Song Qingshu at full strength.
Especially that palm, it was so powerful.
Song Qingshu looked at Luzhangke and Hebiweng and couldn't help but tilt his head. Except for shooting eagles, he hadn't moved his body for a long time. Today, he had two good opponents.
I saw Song Qingshu using the sword "Walking on the Snow without Trace" to stab the deer stick guest.
While the deer stick guest was surprised at Song Qingshu's speed, he also used his deer stick to face the long sword.
The two collided, and the sword was not knocked away as Luzhangke imagined.
The long sword in Song Qingshu's hand seemed to have been injected with soul, and like a poisonous snake spitting a message, it sliced towards his hand along the deer staff.
The deer stick guest was shocked, and immediately let go, grabbed the head of the deer stick, and used the force to kick Song Qingshu.
Seeing this, Song Qingshu smiled disdainfully, made a fist with his left hand, and hit his leg with a hammer.
"Ah." Luzhangke cried out in pain and took a few steps back.
Just when Song Qingshu was about to follow up, Hebi Weng took out an iron pen from his waist and stabbed Song Qingshu in the face.
This weapon is rare, but it is useless.
Song Qingshu's sword hit the top of the stylus pen with great gravity, and Hebi Weng immediately broke through his defense.
Song Qingshu turned his wrist and slashed He Bi Weng's neck with his sword.
Hebi Weng suddenly changed his appearance and quickly shrank his head. Song Qingshu's long sword immediately cut off the ends of the hair on his head.
Just when He Biweng thought he had escaped a disaster and was not yet feeling the joy of surviving the disaster, Song Qingshu's long sword unexpectedly turned downwards.
At the critical moment, Hebiweng immediately let go of the stylus, clasped his hands together, and actually clamped Song Qingshu's long sword.
It has to be said that people's potential is unlimited in times of crisis.
"Crack." As Hebiweng's internal energy was injected into it, the long sword that had been refined for hundreds of years could not withstand the huge force and broke with the sound.
Hebi Weng was overjoyed because Song Qingshu's swordsmanship was so sharp that he couldn't withstand it. If the competition was just about fists and kicks, they Xuan Ming and the other two elders were not afraid of others.
"Drink." The deer stick man reacted and attacked from behind with his deer stick.
Seeing this, Song Qingshu kicked his foot and landed five meters away.
Looking at the fierce-looking elders Xuan Ming, Song Qingshu calmed down.
I saw his hands hanging down, the backs of his hands facing outward, his fingers slightly stretched, his feet separated and parallel, then his arms were slowly raised to his chest, his left arm was half-circled, the palms facing each other formed a yin palm, and the right palm turned over to form a yang palm.
It sounds complicated to say, but Song Qingshu made it in one go, completely natural.
"Wudang, Tai Chi."
Seeing this, the two elders Xuan Ming looked at each other, and then waved their palms forward in unison.
The internal energy gathered in the palm of his hand and made a whistling sound, which was obviously very powerful.
I saw that Song Qingshu was not in a hurry, and when the palm power of the two men was about to fall, he suddenly moved. He struck their wrists with his arms quickly, and then got close and elbowed them. The overbearing force knocked the two elders Xuanming and Ming flying backwards.
It really takes the words "as quiet as a virgin and as active as a stripped rabbit" to the extreme.
Luzhangke and Hebiweng spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air. They looked at each other, both seeing each other's fear.
Song Qingshu didn't care about their opinions. Instead, when the two of them were unable to fight back, he suddenly rushed towards Zhao Min who was watching the show.
"Song Qingshu!" Zhao Min exclaimed with wide eyes.
Song Qingshu hit Zhao Min on the neck with a knife, and she fell down.
Holding Zhao Min, Song Qingshu immediately smelled her daughter's fragrance.
He thought to himself: "It's unprofessional for a woman to dress up as a man, bad review."
"Third Xuanming, your princess is now in my hands. If you don't want anything to happen to her, bring the people you captured from the Jianghu to replace her. Remember not to play any tricks. If they are harmed by No matter how harsh the treatment is, I will return it even more to Zhao Min." After saying this, Song Qingshu grabbed Zhao Min's chest muscles carelessly.
The two elders Xuan Ming looked at Song Qingshu with their eyes widened. After so many years of wandering around the world, this was the first time that their brothers had seen such a bold and wanton person.
"Song Qingshu, don't take advantage of the princess, otherwise your Wudang sect will be destroyed." Luzhangke threatened.
"What did you say?" Song Qingshu said coldly.
By the way, he first placed the dog's paws on Zhao Min's chest muscles.
"If your defeated general dares to beep, get lost," Song Qingshu shouted.
Luzhangke looked at Song Qingshu and shrank his eyes, then looked at Zhao Min who was being molested, and finally left with the support of his junior brother Hebiweng.
The princess fell into the hands of others, and she couldn't defeat her. Why did she stay here? It's better to follow Song Qingshu's instructions honestly, otherwise if the princess makes a mistake, the prince will definitely chop off the heads of their senior brothers.
.......
On the carriage, Song Qingshu touched Zhao Min's body all over and finally found the antidote for Shixiang Ruanjin Powder. He even found some black jade intermittent ointment, but he didn't know if it was enough for his third uncle.
Zhang Wuji asked Zhang Wuji to take the antidote to Liu Shu and Yang Buhui, while he found a hemp rope to tie up Zhao Min.
"Senior Brother Song, you are exaggerating." Zhang Wuji pitied Zhao Min, a female prostitute.
"Exaggeration, not an exaggeration at all. Wuji, you have to know that she is the one who wiped out the entire Emei sect in one fell swoop." Song Qingshu said earnestly.
"Um, that's what senior brother said." Seeing Song Qingshu say this, Zhang Wuji stopped trying to persuade him and just tied him up tightly. After all, it was safe.
Isn’t it cute?
.......
By the time the five of them arrived at Wudang Mountain, it was already half a month later.
There were no carjackers on the road, but Song Qingshu used super force to deal with them every time, and no one survived.
Gradually, no one dared to come to die.
Wudang Mountain.
"Big Brother."
"Elder brother, you are back." The Wudang disciples they met on the road greeted Song Qingshu one after another.
Although Song Qingshu looked unhappy, he still responded one by one.
He came to the bronze bell at the bottom of the mountain and rang the bell three times with a wooden stake.
"Clang, clang, clang."
Although Zhao Min had a tough talk, Song Qingshu still learned from her that his cheap father and uncles had been kidnapped by them and imprisoned in Wan'an Temple.
The urgent bell successfully attracted Zhang Sanfeng. After leaving Zhao Min in the care of Yang Buhui, Song Qingshu took Zhang Wuji and Yin Liting to see Zhang Sanfeng.
"Master." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said respectfully.
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and nodded. He looked at Yin Liting nervously and found that he was in good spirits. He was immediately relieved. However, he did not see Song Yuanqiao and the others, so he asked: "Qingshu, where is your father?"
"Back to Grand Master, Dad and the others were poisoned and kidnapped by people from the imperial court. However, I captured their princess on the way back in exchange for making them dare not act rashly." Song Qingshu said concisely and concisely.
