Qiao Heng lowered his eyes slightly and stared at the tombstone in front of him, his firm gesture of silent refusal was completely beyond Song Yuanqiao's expectations.

Song Yuanqiao asked in disbelief, "...... What do you mean by that?"

He completely blurted out a question subconsciously, in fact, he didn't understand what Qiao Heng meant by this gesture, so he didn't need Qiao Heng to answer him. Next to him was the tombstone of the seventh brother, and he demanded again: "Kneel!"

Qiao Heng still went his own way, and then he opened his mouth and said the first sentence since he stepped into the martial arts realm: "Father should know my mind, so why bother saying anything more." ”

As everyone knows, how harsh his words sounded to Song Yuanqiao, Song Yuanqiao looked at him seriously, and said seemingly calmly: "Okay, I kind of understand what you mean." ”

After Song Yuanqiao said this, he took a deep breath, and his voice suddenly rose: "Although the time of my Wudang faction is short, but the door is bright and upright, upright and open, and has broken through the prestige of the rivers and lakes, who does not call Wudang a famous and decent family? From top to bottom, who is not a man who stands tall with his fists and walks with horses on his arms, all of them are upright and upright people who can become benevolent and righteous! I just can't understand how I can be such a disobedient person in Wudang!"

Qiao Heng said softly: "What my father says I am, then I am what I am." His tone was so irony, as if he was saying something to ask for warmth.

A ray of pain flashed in Song Yuanqiao's eyes, and his voice began to imply a hint of anger: "I pity you for being lost since childhood, because you have no mother to accompany you, so you are so doting and pampered, and I don't want to make a big mistake one day! You are my first son, I have no experience in teaching children before, I am too indulgent to you, and I always can't bear it and show mercy to my subordinates when teaching you in the past, but I forget that 'habitual sons are like killing sons'!"

As soon as the last sentence fell, there was a pop, and the sword was unsheathed.

Song Yuanqiao practiced the most orthodox Tai Chi boxing and Tai Chi swordsmanship, and Tai Chi paid attention to static braking, overcoming rigidity with softness, defeating the strong with the weak, and reciprocating endlessly. As a disciple of Wudang, after so many years, he naturally has his own accustomed sword that fits his own exercises, the sword body is only two fingers wide, the blade is thin and not heavy, and it is slightly thicker than the soft sword that is slightly frivolous.

In the sunlight, the bright blade of the sword reflected / a dazzling light.

Qiao Heng listened to Song Yuanqiao say these words, and finally turned sideways to look at him.

Out of some dark and obscure thoughts, Qiao Heng maintains a faint hatred for Yiqiē and the protagonists of the world and their related characters, and he has not been able to completely let go of the vigilance in his heart, just as they have been wary of him for ten years. When he heard the sound of drawing his sword, for a moment, he almost reflexively pulled out the soft sword wrapped around his waist and stabbed at Song Yuanqiao. However, Dugu Jiujian only attacked but could not defend, and there was no return, once he shot, both sides would die, and he habitually restrained himself. The forbearance that has been cultivated over time and for life has made him almost forget what it is like to burst out his temper.

When people encounter something difficult to accept, they will always subconsciously engage in self-hypnosis and self-comfort.

For a long time, he has been trembling and maintaining a layer of self-deception, and since every qiē in his past has been denied the value of the existence of zài, his whole person has been in a state of not knowing whether to be numb or extraordinarily sober.

His heart was colder than the sword around his waist.

Song Yuanqiao saw that he had no intention of being convinced, and his face did not show the slightest expression of knowing his mistake and being willing to change, and said in his mouth: "I only thought that you had repented and reformed, but I didn't expect that this qiē was all my self-righteousness. In the end, you don't even know what you're doing wrong! Thinking about it, it's really my fault that I neglected to discipline you. ”

"Well, today, in front of your seventh uncle and your mother's spirit in the sky, I will definitely use a sword to whip the family law again!" Then, before the words were finished, and Qiao Heng didn't even have half a point of preparation, Song Yuanqiao had already struck down with a sword.

The sword hit his right arm, and Qiao Heng's entire arm was numb for a while, and he could no longer raise a trace of strength, and even forced him to take half a step back to stabilize his body.

No matter how superb Qiao Heng's mind was, this sword was beyond his expectations. In his mind, Song Yuanqiao might force him to kneel down in front of the tombstone of Mosheng Valley with a sword, or he might want to commit suicide in mixed feelings as described in the original book, but he just missed this possibility.

His eyes could no longer maintain the quiet eyes that were as quiet as a lake in his eyes, and the expression in them was cold and sharp, like a ghost fire in the dark night, and like a cold star in winter, which made people dare not force their eyes.

Song Yuanqiao naturally noticed his eyes, and the anger in his heart was even greater, and he said, "Why, after you killed your seventh uncle, you were ready to poison your master, and now you are not satisfied, and now you are ready to kill your father directly?"

There is only a few breaths of time between these two swords, although this second sword is not like the previous sword, the entire right arm can not raise a trace of strength, but the left wrist is sour and numb, and if you want to clench your fingers, you can only clench them into a fist, and if you feel it carefully, you will notice that there seems to be an air flow in the meridians, obviously, Song Yuanqiao attached an internal force to that sword.

Qiao Heng stared at the person in front of him deadly, and said word by word: "If you want to add sin, why bother?"

Song Yuanqiao laughed angrily at him: "Okay, the third point is to complain that I didn't give you a chance, so is it that I wronged you in the first two?"

"Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu, look back and see what your life has become! On the way to Zixiao Palace, you heard what your senior brothers said, and now you can be called a betrayal of your relatives, your reputation in the rivers and lakes has been ruined, and your martial arts have been abolished...... If you think about it carefully, what do you have now? In a few years, you won't even be able to keep a name! Your fellow disciples and brothers don't despise mentioning you, your younger disciples disdain to worship you, and in the eyes of your fellow disciples in the rivers and lakes, you are just a stranger, and after a long time, they will all forget about you. You say, "What are you going to this world for?"

How could Song Yuanqiao know that his words were heartbreaking for Qiao Heng.

At that moment, the surrounding wind, bird chirping, and insect hiss all disappeared, and only Song Yuanqiao's heartfelt words were heard. Then, he seemed to hear the beating of his heart, again and again, as if it was directly haunting his ears, making him a little breathless.

Even though Qiao Heng knew very clearly that Song Yuanqiao was scolding the real Song Qingshu, these words didn't contain himself, and every word seemed to have turned into thousands of sharp swords, and there was no way to avoid it.

Qiao Heng knew that his mental state was not very good recently, and it could be clearly expressed just by describing it as "depressed", he was as rational as ever, but he felt a little confused.

Since he uncovered the previous self-deception, it was as if there was an invisible wound that had never healed, but was deliberately concealed by him, was finally exposed by him, but before it could heal quietly, someone tore the wound into a blur of flesh and blood along with the injury.

Qiao Heng hung his head slightly, and his left hand was slightly supported on his forehead.

He said in a trembling voice, "...... Stop it. This is the first time he has put his posture so low in front of Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao said: "If you dare to do it, don't be afraid of being told by others!"

He struck Qiao Heng on the shoulder with a sword, Qiao Heng raised his hand to block without looking at it, Song Yuanqiao has been immersed in / lewd / Tai Chi for many years, how could this heavy sword be blocked by him so casually.

Song Yuanqiao's control of swordsmanship and internal force is extremely fine, and he struck Qiao Heng with a sword, although each sword was skillful, so that even Qiao Heng, who was accustomed to enduring pain, couldn't help but turn pale, and clenched his teeth so as not to exhale in pain, but each sword would not leave any internal injuries, only a few flesh wounds, and it was a subtle control.

Song Yuanqiao: "In everyone's minds, the jade-faced Meng Wei of the past is no longer there, I don't believe you don't understand how this is caused." Think about it, what else do you have to praise now, what do you have left now?"

Qiao Heng's mouth suddenly had a little more iron smell, and as Song Yuanqiao struck him on the back with another sword, he half-knelt on the ground as if he could no longer withstand the whipping, and as one of his knees touched the ground, a mouthful of warm liquid spit on the ground.

Song Yuanqiao's words kept echoing in his mind, and his right arm, which had finally regained some consciousness, still couldn't lift it, so he had to hold it on the ground, and his fingers were almost inserted into the dirt.

He choked and coughed, and the hem of his shirt was stained with a little blood, which was lined with white clothes more and more conspicuously.

......

Yu Lianzhou did not hide the anxiety in his expression, he hurriedly used light power along the way, and it was the first time in two or three years that he used internal force so frantically. The senior brother has always adhered to various precepts, paid attention to etiquette, and attached great importance to Wudang's reputation, hoping that he would not do anything stupid because of impulse.

Zhang Wuji hated his own thinking steps, and the anxiety in his heart was not at all necessary for Yu Lianzhou.

Along the way, many Wudang disciples looked at the direction where Yu Lianzhou and the two left in disbelief, secretly wondering that one of the two figures just now seemed to be the second master, and there was another person next to him, and he didn't see who it was for a while, was something wrong?

......

Qiao Heng was just wearing a thin white shirt, and as the sword blade hit his body, the color of blood spread little by little on the snow-white clothes.

He knew that he only needed to say a short sentence at this time, add the word "ask" to the word, or add a "knowing the mistake" or something, and he could avoid such an unwarranted disaster. It would be better if you could weep bitterly and show that you are willing to repent and mend yourself. But since he didn't even pretend to be fragile and sad in front of Mo Shenggu's grave, how could he let go of his hard-earned determination at this time because of the pain of flesh and skin.

He wanted to take a different path from the past, but for a moment he was at a loss.

He's had enough.

Really fed up.

"Senior brother!" Yu Lianzhou traveled all the way to the back mountain of Wudang, and as soon as he stood firm, he saw such a scene.

He dragged down the peach pit sword spike on his sword, "Senior brother, I'm offended." As he spoke, he had already put the walnut between his fingers, and with a flick of his internal force, the peach pit steadily hit Song Yuanqiao's sword-holding wrist.

With a thud, the sword fell to the ground.

Zhang Wuji saw the scene in front of him, and he rarely lost his mind, he remembered the oath he made in front of Senior Brother Song: "It was the letter I sent to Wudang, even if I accompany my life, I will protect you well." "Yes, don't blame the senior brother for not believing in himself at all that day, he should blame himself for this.

Song Yuanqiao said: "Senior brother, wait a minute, and I will go over after I finish handling the housework." As he spoke, he stepped forward.

Zhang Wuji rushed over, stretched out a hand to block between the master uncle and the senior brother Song, and said, "Does the master uncle have to kill the senior brother Song to be happy?"

Yu Lianzhou noticed the dazzling blood stains on the ground and on Qingshu's clothes, his face was not obvious but he was anxious and worried, he said to Song Yuanqiao very seriously: "Senior brother, you calm down first, if there is something we can calm down and talk about it, why use force at every turn?"

Song Yuanqiao listened to the junior brother and Wuji interceding for Qingshu, he glanced at Qiao Heng, who had a pale face and no expression, and said: "Senior brother, junior nephew, why should you speak for such an insensitive animal, you intercede for him, he doesn't appreciate it or not." ”

If I were an animal, ...... What is it? However, Qiao Heng didn't have a chance to say this, his throat itched, he tilted his head sideways, and spit out the fishy sweet liquid remaining in his mouth.

Song Yuanqiao's eyes flashed slightly.

Yu Lianzhou couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, you don't have to say a few words first." ”

I don't know if Song Yuanqiao really listened to Yu Lianzhou's words, or if he was tired of Qiao Heng, he no longer looked at Qiao Heng, bent down and picked up his sword, and the fingers holding the sword tightened imperceptibly and then released.

Yu Lianzhou said: "Running around for days, I think the senior brother is also physically and mentally exhausted, the senior brother can go and rest first, and I will ask a little Taoist boy to boil a bucket of hot water." If my brother has something to say to my brother, you might as well come to my room, and my brother will welcome you at any time. ”

Song Yuanqiao said: "Then there is Senior Brother Lao." ”

Seeing Song Yuanqiao say this, Yu Lianzhou was finally not so nervous, and he was shocked to realize that a layer of cold sweat had appeared in his palm.

Yu Lianzhou followed Song Yuanqiao to leave, and before leaving, he gave Zhang Wuji a look, he knew that Wuji's medical skills were superb, so he asked him to show Qingshu the injury.

In fact, even if Yu Lianzhou didn't give orders, Zhang Wuji would show Qiao Heng the injury.

Qiao Heng hadn't spoken since Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Wuji appeared, and as soon as he spoke, he had the illusion of a warm liquid coming up from his throat, which made him reluctant to open his mouth again.

Zhang Wuji called carefully: "Senior brother?"

Qiao Heng didn't respond, he stood up slowly, this movement pulled the wound on his back, his eyebrows were slightly condensed, and his body was a little unstable.

Zhang Wuji hurriedly helped him, but he never thought that his hand was directly thrown away by Qiao Heng indifferently and ruthlessly.