"I heard that no, Master Uncle invited a medical Taoist holy hand, and it is said that Uncle Yu's injuries have been saved."

"Really, that's great, if Uncle Yu can recover, we will have another master in Wudang Mountain."

"But it's not, I heard from the juniors and disciples who guarded the mountain, this person is only twenty or thirty years old, and I really don't know where to get such a high level of medical skills."

"Hehe, you don't know, I know too well. On weekdays, I am responsible for taking care of the third uncle, and I am still serving when that person heals my uncle's injuries. At that time, several uncles and uncles were present, and the man took out a tube as thick as his arm from a box, with a steel needle on it, and pierced it into the arm of the third uncle, guess what happened later. ”

"What's wrong?"

"The third uncle said that his body was so cold, and the third uncle, who had been paralyzed for more than ten years, pricked it with a steel needle, and he felt it on his body!"

On the practice ground in the back mountain, hundreds of Wudang disciples gathered around and said something in shock.

On the path leading to the training ground, two young men walked side by side, and they happened to hear the discussion of these disciples.

"The news spread so fast, I just treated Yu Sanxia in the morning, and the whole Wudang Mountain knew about it in the afternoon, and sure enough, the ancients also liked gossip." One of the two young men is Wang Xu, and the other is Wudang Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu is the son of Song Yuanqiao, the first of the three generations of disciples in name.

But Wang Xu doesn't like this guy, the TV series version of Song Qingshu can also be said to be love-hate, and the movie version of Song Qingshu is only ten percent disgusted.

After Wang Xu treated Yu Sanxia's injuries, Yu Sanxia quickly improved significantly under the action of the repair liquid.

Song Yuanqiao's group of people surrounded their junior brothers to ask for warmth, and directly threw Wang Xu to Song Qingshu to take care of, and asked Song Qingshu to take Wang Xu to visit Wudang Mountain.

It stands to reason that Yu Sanxia is Song Qingshu's uncle, and as Song Yuanqiao's son, Yu Sanxia should be happy to recover him.

Wang Xu clearly found that Song Qingshu was not happy at all, and his eyes contained jealousy rather than gratitude.

From such a gaze, Wang Xu knew that Song Qingshu was not a person who could have deep friendships, this person grew up in a honey pot since he was a child, and he couldn't see others as better than him.

"Senior brothers, aren't you talking about that Holy Hand of Medicine, I brought this person to you." Song Qingshu also heard everyone's discussions, turned his eyes, and walked up with a smile.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, the hundreds of disciples present pointed at each other.

Wang Xu frowned slightly, he didn't like the feeling of being watched, and looked coldly at what Song Qingshu was doing.

"This is Wang Xu, don't look at him young, but his medical level is first-class in the world, Uncle Yu's injury will definitely heal this time!" Song Qingshu stood in front of everyone and praised Wang Xu loudly, as if he was making a name for him.

The surrounding disciples didn't know if it was fake, and they all nodded at Wang Xu kindly.

Wang Xu still didn't say a word, not believing that Song Qingshu would be so kind.

You must know that Song Qingshu has been from a good background since he was a child, and his father is still the head of the Seven Heroes Song Yuanqiao, and the other brothers and sisters are still struggling with a problem, when they should ask the master for advice, he has already been taken by the Wudang Seven Heroes to take turns to open a small stove.

Song Qingshu, who grew up in this environment, can be called the halo of the protagonist, and he is completely the character of the second eldest of the heavens, how can he see that other people's limelight overshadows him.

Sure enough, Song Qingshu praised a few words hard, and when the words turned to the back, he said: "Our Wudang Mountain is useless, martial arts are still okay, in order to show gratitude, I decided to dance the sword to thank each other, everyone said okay?" ”

"Okay, our Wudang swordsmanship can attack and defend well, and today's incident is spreading, and it is another good story in the martial arts."

"I don't agree, Mr. Wang is a guest from afar, dancing with a sword, isn't it too child's play?"

"Support, everyone is not a sword and a soldier, dancing a sword to help the fun, what's not to do."

Everyone is talking nonsense, because they are all young people, there are many people who support and few who oppose it, and many people are not afraid of big things.

Wang Xu stood outside the martial arts training ground and understood that Xiang Zhuang's sword dance was intended to Pei Gong, and Song Qingshu wanted to make him make a fool of himself by dancing the sword.

Interesting, when Song Yuanqiao asked him to take him to Wudang Mountain, didn't he tell Song Qingshu that he was already a grandmaster-level master.

Song Qingshu's martial arts, Wang Xu has already tried it halfway, and he has just entered the first-class level, and he is only at the bottom of the first-class masters.

Not to mention this kind of martial arts, even when he was smiling at the rivers and lakes, ten Song Qingshu was not enough for him to fight, if Song Qingshu planned to use the sword dance to make him ugly, Wang Xu really laughed and said nothing.

"Mr. Wang is a guest, Senior Brother Song, isn't this okay?" There was opposition from the crowd, especially in the midst of the support.

Wang Xu and Song Qingshu looked towards the source of the voice, and saw a person wearing cyan clothes and not wearing a sword on his body.

"Zhang Wuji!" Seeing this person, Wang Xu's eyes narrowed, and he recognized Jet Li's version of Zhang Wuji at a glance.

Jet Li's version of Zhang Wuji is different from the honest and kind Zhang Wuji in the TV series.

This Zhang Wuji has a deep bitter hatred, because he has been affected by the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm since he was a child, his willpower is very amazing, and he is good at hiding his true thoughts, pretending to be ignorant and innocent.

The fire foreman in the movie, Tuo, was deceived by Zhang Wuji's appearance, and not only handed him Jiuyang Divine Skills, but also passed on his internal strength.

And after Zhang Wuji got the Jiuyang Divine Skill, he quickly rushed to Guangming Ding and pretended to slap his face, to paraphrase Zhu Yuanzhang's words, this is a person who has suffered a lot since he was a child and longs for a blockbuster, and his honest duty on the outside is just a cover-up, just like a hibernating snake.

"I've also seen Uncle Yu's injuries, I don't know how many ordinary medical Dao holy hands have come, all of them are helpless, this person can cure Uncle Yu, but he may not be able to cure my cold poison, don't let him have anything to do."

Zhang Wuji, who grew up with Song Qingshu since he was a child, knows very well what Song Qingshu is, and knows that the sword dance in his mouth is never a good thing.

For the cold poison on his body, and also for the sake of having a friendship with such a medical saint, Zhang Wuji felt that he would stand up and make a steady profit, after all, no matter how much Song Qingshu disliked him, as long as the weapon was a murder weapon, and he made an ominous statement, Song Qingshu did not dare to embarrass him.

"Strange, why did Zhang Wuji help me speak?" Looking at Zhang Wuji, who stepped forward, Wang Xu was stunned for a few seconds, and then thought that it might be related to medical skills.

It's just that before he could continue to think about it, Song Qingshu's face couldn't hold back.

He is the first person of the three generations respected by everyone, and everyone is supporting him, but Zhang Wuji is against it alone, which is a slap in his face.

"Zhang Wuji, do you think it's not good?" Song Qingshu took out the sword at his waist and played a sword flower in his hand.

Zhang Wuji dared to stand up, he was not afraid to compete with Song Qingshu, nodded and said: "It's not good, the sword is a murder weapon, Mr. Wang is a guest who came to Wudang Mountain as a guest, and he is still a holy hand of medicine." In case something goes wrong, Song Qingshu, do you have a way to explain to Uncle Song? ”

Zhang Wuji has a clear mind, and he doesn't want to be like Song Qingshu, he is jealous and doesn't want anything.

Wang Xu nodded slightly, it would be fine if Song Qingshu just showed him the sword, if he really wanted to make some articles here, Song Yuanqiao would not be the first to spare him.

It's just that the movie version of Song Qingshu is a villain with big ambitions and talents, and he is not even a hypocrite.

He was jealous that Zhang Wuji had been pregnant with his true qi since he was a child, and Zhang Sanfeng used his true qi to nourish his body, and under the pretext of colluding with the demon sect and demon girl, Zhang Wuji was knocked down the mountain, which caused the unanimous dissatisfaction of his uncle and uncles, and even people who could do this kind of thing, saying how high his IQ was a joke.

If Wang Xu is Song Qingshu, in the face of Zhang Wuji, who can't cultivate and won't threaten his status, he will be 100% cold and warm, and carry forward his brothers, friends and brothers, so that Zhang Sanfeng can see his friendship and add points to his body.

But such a good hand of cards made Song Qingshu play poorly, just like the villain in it, pulling hatred for himself everywhere, at first glance, it was not done by a wise man, a complete fool.

"Zhang Wuji, step aside, there's no place for you to talk here."

"As a disciple of Wudang, there are some things I have to say."

"Wudang disciple, you don't even know martial arts, what kind of Wudang disciple is it."

"Although I don't know martial arts, but..."

Before Zhang Wuji's words were finished, Wang Xu, who had been serving as the background wall, couldn't help it, and said: "Okay, I'm in a hurry, I can't dance the sword yet, if I don't dance, I'll leave first, you two can play slowly then..."