Chapter 15

Song Qingshu looks at Zhang Wuji and his words are full of contempt and jealousy.

"You're a bad guy. You've killed your parents since you were born. On weekdays, you only know how to flatter your master, and he has to give you a lot of internal power every day to help you resist the cold poison."

"If those internal forces were lost to me, I would have become a martial arts expert long ago!"

Gradually song Qingshu said more and more ugly, finally talked about Zhang Wuji's parents.

Zhang Wuji angrily denounced.

"You can say me, but you can't say my parents!"

Song Qingshu has no respect for the elders who have passed away.

Said more ugly, but also said with his fingers contemptuous insult of force point Zhang Wuji's forehead.

Zhang Wuji was stabbed to the wound, unable to bear the humiliation of his parents, suddenly a mouth dead bite song Qingshu used to point his two fingers.

Song Qingshu is also unprepared, in the move, immediately is a cry of pain.

Several Wudang disciples saw that song Qingshu was injured and quickly came forward to help. It was not easy for them to pull Zhang Wuji apart.

When Zhang Wuji was let go, song Qingshu was in pain again.

Song Qingshu looked at his two fingers, which had been bitten open and were about to see the bone. His face became fierce, and his face became ferocious.

A jump to Zhang Wuji is a foot, this foot he moved internal force.

"Go to hell with you!"

Zhang Wuji had just finished taking a heart protecting pill left by Zhang Sanfeng before he closed the door, so he just vomited blood and was not seriously injured.

Several Wudang disciples immediately suppressed Zhang Wuji to prevent him from going crazy again.

At this time, Zhou Zhiruo was already flustered. If song Qingshu really wanted Zhang Wuji to be beaten or killed, Zhang Sanfeng would be furious. She couldn't get rid of her responsibility and quickly stopped it.

"Elder martial brother Qingshu!"

Song Qingshu was blinded by his intention to kill him. He grabbed his injured hand and yelled cruelly: "hold him for me, I'll cut off his hand!"

Without waiting for song Qingshu to make any moves, a woman's sarcasm came from the roof not far away.

"Oh, Wudang believed in this. So many people beat one."

Her voice was clear and sweet, but it fell into Zhou Zhiruo's ears, which made her face change. It would be bad if today's news came out.

"Which faction of friends are you from?"

The masked woman in red, however, paid no attention to it and made a mockery instead.

"Friends? Who knows you! Put on your clothes, fox

This next Zhou Zhiruo is so said, the face is also hang not live, look a cold, no longer pretend what friendly delicate.

"Come down if you dare!"

Xiaozhao is naturally not afraid. She is ready to help as soon as she makes a speech. Once she turns over, she floats to the ground neatly.

Zhou Zhiruo pulls out the sword of the Wudang disciple nearby and rushes to kill him.

Song Qingshu also wanted to kill people and kill the masked woman in red with Zhou Zhiruo.

Xiao Zhao's cold iron chain can be used as a whip and a sword.

Flexible display, after a few moves, but she will be forced to some confusion.

In the fight, the face towel was accidentally rubbed off, leaving out Dai Mei's beautiful eyes and her beauty.

When song Qingshu saw the situation, he quickly suggested that Zhou Zhiruo go back to his room and take the sword.

Xiao Zhao was even more pleased when she heard this. She came to Wudang just for the heaven reliant sword, so that she could cut off the cold iron chain that was hard to hurt by any soldier on her wrist.

Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo returned to his room, song Qingshu quickly surrounded and attacked Wudang disciples. It was not only a delay, but also a delay. He did not ask the woman in red to escape.

Xiao Zhao was surrounded by more than ten people, fighting while walking, unknowingly broke into the Wudang Zhenwu hall next to the courtyard.

Song Qingshu just stepped into the Zhenwu hall. He was a little happy. He said that the woman in red was desperate to enter the hall and would block the door and kill her.

But when he looked up, he saw a statue of Zhenwu road in the middle of the hall, about a few feet high, with a man standing obliquely in his arms.

Black robes, bamboo hairpin hair, deep eyes like jade, is leaning on one of the arms of the Taoist statue, looking at them with great interest.

Song Qingshu didn't keep up with him. Only a dozen ordinary Wudang Taoists were not Xiao Zhao's opponents.

The chain in her hand is like a whip, and she waves the shadow of Taoism. She easily turns several Wudang disciples into rolling gourds and screams repeatedly. The rest of them are afraid and can't help retreating.

The woman in red has been blocked in the main hall and can't run. It's not enough.

On the contrary, the boy standing in Dao Xiang's arms made him uncomfortable just glancing at him.

His eyes did not show any scorn and ridicule, but song Qingshu was inexplicably angry.

It's just like when people watch a play, although the curtain above the stage is hanging there, no one will pay attention to it. Even if they occasionally glance at it, they will naturally skip it.

This kid doesn't take himself seriously at all! It's like seeing a post, a bench!

Just thinking about it, song Qingshu immediately points his sword at the man and shouts.

"Boy, who are you? Dare to blaspheme the statue of emperor Zhenwu! Get out of here

Hearing song Qingshu call him, Li Xiu also moved his attention from Xiao Zhao and those Wudang disciples.

"Ask me who I am, and who are you?"

Instead of moving, Li Xiu asked song Qingshu back.

Hearing this, song Qingshu immediately straightened his face, raised his eyebrows and said his classic lines that he had said many times.

"My father is song Yuanqiao, the head of Wudang seven swordsmen. I'm song Qingshu, the current leader of Wudang!"

Instinctive reaction, song Qingshu is not aware of Wudang now force empty inadvertently said out.

He wanted to say this identity, according to the common sense, even if the other party is not slightly respectful, how also want to report the family, but who thought that the boy instead appeared some inexplicable smile.

Li Xiu looked at the song Qingshu under the statue and said this seriously. He wanted to laugh.

This may be a laugh that people in this world can't understand. After all, in other people's eyes, it's just a little complacent from family background.

Just now, after Li Xiu was asked, he also had some bad taste in his heart, so he immediately asked song Qingshu.

Who song Qingshu is and how song Qingshu will answer this question are unknown to Li Xiu who has read the novel many times.

But when song Qingshu was very serious, it really had a funny meaning.

Li Xiu can't help but look strange. Isn't this the alien version of "my father is Li Gang"?

Seeing that the boy didn't pay any attention to him after he finished answering, song Qingshu was angry again.

"Boy, are you deaf! I told you to stop blaspheming the statue of Zhenwu and get down and kowtow to make amends! "

At the same time, song Qingshu also has a headache. Why can Wudang come in and have a walk after the martial uncles are closed.

If this matter is not handled properly, how can he explain it to the teachers! Maybe it will affect him to take over the next leader of Wudang!

At the thought of this, song Qingshu's intention of killing suddenly increased.

Kill! Kill them all! Both of them have to die!

And after Zhang Wuji's little son of a bitch is killed, he can also blame them!

Xiao Zhao and the dozen Wudang disciples were attracted by him and song Qingshu and stopped fighting for a while.

The situation calmed down, feeling that there was no play to watch, Li Xiu no longer leaned on the statue and jumped down.

The Nine Yang Qi in the body is flowing, and Li Xiu's body is as light as pengcao, which is natural and relaxed.

Seeing that the person had not yet landed, the sinister color on Song Qingshu's face flashed by, and immediately it was a cold sword.

Li Xiu glanced at him, but as if he didn't see it, he let him do it.

The sharp sword in Song Qingshu's hand is like a poisonous snake. It makes a sharp piercing sound, and the angle is tricky. It goes straight to Li Xiu's side.

He has a measure in his heart. If this sword hits, it will directly pierce the heart from the boy's left rib. At that time, no matter how strong his martial arts are, he will never survive.

Between lightning and flint, song Qingshu had already attacked. Before meeting, the boy didn't seem to react at all, and his face couldn't help leaking a trace of cruelty and irony.

If you dare to sneak into Wudang with such poor martial arts, you are really looking for death!

The tip of the sword is close to Li Xiu's rib! It's close!

But it's a pity that it can't be closer!

The sharp sword in Song Qingshu's hand was three inches away from Li Xiu's body, but it was as if it was on the top of xuantie Jinjing, so he could not enter any more.

On the contrary, in an instant, a strong and overbearing internal force rebounded and burst out.

The first thing to bear the brunt is the sword that song Qingshu loves very much, and the second is song Qingshu with a stiff look and confused mind.

"Click, click, bang!"

The sword was so clean that it broke into several pieces and flew away. Song Qingshu was shocked and flew several feet away. His body hit the heavy pillars and his mouth was bleeding.

The blood fog stagnated in the air, and when it landed, it was red.

Several Wudang disciples who wanted to keep up with their swords when they saw the elder martial brother's sneak attack were scared back by the sight, and almost fell to the ground with their swords in their hands.