Chapter 442: A Dead Run

Monkey wine is a real treasure in wine, not by chance, and it is rare to see.

Song Qingshu can know about monkey wine, also because his master Zhang Sanfeng is an alcoholic.

One of the most important reasons why Zhang Sanfeng is known as a sloppy Taoist is that he likes to drink heavily.

Of course, Zhang Sanfeng has been a vegetarian since he got old, and although he still likes to drink, he is no longer as heavy as before.

But that's the general situation, if you take this monkey wine back, you think you can please the master, maybe you can pass on the position of the head of Wudang to yourself.

Hehe!

This is just Song Qingshu's own obscenity.

How could Zhang Sanfeng give the position of the head of Wudang to a hairy guy because his apprentice sent some wine.

"Whew!"

The white ape looked at it, and his benefactor kept smirking at a pool of wine, and saliva seemed to be flowing from under his mouth, and he quickly screamed twice to wake him up.

Song Qingshu came back to his senses, and then secretly screamed ashamed.

Fortunately, except for a white ape, there was no one else present, otherwise he would have shown such an ugly appearance, and he would have killed someone.

However, the occasional acquisition of these monkey wines by myself is purely due to fate, and it should be cherished.

Besides, these monkey wines are the reserve food for these apes to spend the winter, and they usually come to eat it, and if they want to take it for themselves, this mind will be bad at home.

In addition to this monkey wine, there is also a purple-veined peach, which is also very rare.

Song Qingshu returned to the cave with Pan Tao and some monkey wine, and continued to cultivate.

It took Zhang Wuji more than a year to cultivate the third volume of "Jiuyang Divine Skill", and Song Qingshu only spent three months.

The earth is rejuvenated, and the peach trees in the valley are blooming and bearing fruit again.

At this time, all the eight veins of the Qi Jing were opened, and Song Qingshu officially became a master of the grandmaster.

Song Qingshu only remembered that Zhang Wuji was about the same, that is, at the turn of spring and summer, he came to this valley, but he didn't know the specific time.

Song Qingshu casually practiced the fourth volume of "Jiuyang Divine Skill", spring went to autumn, another year, Zhang Wuji did not come, but Song Qingshu's cultivation increased steadily.

However, after reaching the realm of the grandmaster, you need to grind hard, not only to slowly hone your true qi, but also to comprehend heaven and earth.

Song Qingshu traveled to the beautiful mountains and rivers in the past few years, and his temperament is not too bad, plus he has been guided by Zhang Sanfeng since he was a child, and the cultivation of this fourth volume is not too slow.

Under the nourishment of a large number of peaches, monkey wine, and the white fish, Song Qingshu's cultivation has been thousands of miles in a day, in a blink of an eye, and two years have passed, and he has finally completed all the cultivation of "Jiuyang Divine Skill".

In this way, Song Qingshu is already twenty-five this year, and the jade-faced Meng Wei in the past year, because he has not modified his appearance for more than two years, his hair is fluffy, his beard is bearded, and his skin is bronze, similar to a savage.

However, after all these years of contemplation, the cultivation has increased, the breath has become calm, and the gaze is no longer as frivolous as in the past.

After cultivating the "Jiuyang Divine Skill" completely, Song Qingshu did not bury it like Zhang Wuji, but put it in his arms and prepared to take it back to Wudang Mountain.

After a few months, the sky turned cold again, and a snowflake fell, Song Qingshu looked at the white ape ancestor and grandson, frolicking and living all day long, and couldn't help but miss his parents.

"I've been out for five years, and I've been waiting for Zhang Wuji here for nearly three years, since Zhang Wuji hasn't appeared yet, it's better for me to go to the Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang to see, if he is in the Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang, I'll take him away directly, if he's not there, I want to come to the butterfly valley where he is, it's a big deal that I'll come back next year!"

"It's been more than five years since I've been away from home, and I'm going to go home to see it anyway," Song Qingshu thought about it, went down the mountain to buy two huge gourds, returned to the valley, and filled the monkey wine before saying goodbye to the white ape ancestors.

Leaving the valley, Song Qingshu carried two huge gourds on his back and came to Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang, now he has few opponents in the rivers and lakes.

Even if Zhu Changling and Wu Lie of Zhu Wu Lianzhuang joined forces, they were not the enemy of their ten moves.

With confidence, Song Qingshu ran towards the mountain.

Although these mountain roads have not been walked for several years, when Song Qingshu was looking for the valley, he had already walked skillfully and went straight all the way.

I was just halfway through when I suddenly barked in the distance.

A crisp and delicate woman shouted, "General Pingxi, where are you going?" ”

Song Qingshu's voice was kind, and there was an inexplicable hint of sweetness in his heart, and he immediately stood still, but he held a long stick tightly in his hand.

While he was waiting, he saw twenty or thirty fierce and vicious dogs leaping in the mountains, and they actually surrounded themselves according to the formation of the art of war.

Song Qingshu was able to jump away by bending his knees, but seeing that these vicious dogs actually knew how to encircle the formation, he couldn't help but feel a little more curious, thinking of the plot in "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", and there was no guess that this was the vicious dog raised by Zhu Jiuzhen, the daughter of Zhu Changling.

Just thinking about it, suddenly there were two figures in the distance, one white and one green, and the two of them did a good job, and they knew at a glance that they were from a famous family.

When the two got closer, they saw clearly that the one in white was a charming girl, and the green clothes were a handsome and unruly boy.

The two of them stepped on the snow, and they looked like fairy couples, which made people not ashamed of themselves.

Just kidding.

Song Qingshu is known as the jade-faced Meng Wei, and his appearance is also good, although he is now dressed like a savage, but his cultivation is extremely surging, not to mention invincible in the world, but there are only a handful of people who can be his opponent.

Originally, Song Qingshu looked down on the ordinary characters in the rivers and lakes, and now he looks down on this pair of men and women.

It's just that Song Qingshu doesn't look down on these people, but these two people are interested in what Song Qingshu is carrying.

"Hey, little beggar, what's in the gourd behind you?"

The woman in white has a charming expression, white and tender skin, and only looks at her cousin. The one who talked to Song Qingshu was the boy in Tsing Yi.

He saw the big dog he had raised, barking at the beggar, who was ragged and carrying a huge gourd.

The big dog must not be interested in this beggar, and it must be that there is some treasure in the gourd, which attracted the attention of his own general.

"What's the matter with you?"

When Song Qingshu saw the sweet appearance of these two people, he could basically be sure that Zhang Wuji had not come to Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang yet.

Song Qingshu was not half interested in this pair of dog men and women, and turned around to leave.

"Hmph," the boy in Tsing Yi is Zhu Jiuzhen's cousin and sweetheart Wei Bi, although he is handsome, he has a bunch of straw bales in his belly, which is worse than the small supporting role in Song Qingshu's book, just a dead runner.

Now when he saw a beggar who dared to ignore himself, he couldn't help but feel angry: "Boy, I suspect that you are behind you to steal the treasure of our Lianlianzhuang!" Acquaintances quickly put it down, let me check, maybe I can spare your dog's life, otherwise ......"

"Noise!"

Since Song Qingshu was sure that Zhang Wuji was not in Zhuwu Lianhuanzhuang, he wanted to go down the mountain and go back to Wudang, but when he saw that this Weibi was blocking the way, he snorted coldly in his heart, but his palm slammed at him.

A swift palm force, more than ten meters away, hit the chest of the guard, only to hear a few 'clicks', the handsome boy brother flew upside down a few feet, fell to the ground, vomited blood, and saw that he was not alive.

With a wave of his hand, he smashed all the vicious dogs that were about to pounce on the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

When the woman in white saw her cousin, her chest collapsed, and the blood spit out, she was immediately frightened, and she grew into a small cherry mouth, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and after a short panic, the murderer who killed her cousin had disappeared.