Chapter 443: Blame me

In the cold winter season, the road is sparsely populated, and there is no place to rest.

But there is also a benefit, that is, there is not so much.

Back then, Song Qingshu came down from Wudang Mountain, all the way to the west, and encountered the scene of Yuan soldiers robbing and looting everywhere on the way, and it was inevitable to fight all the way.

Although he has made a lot of money because of this, Song Qingshu still has thousands of taels of gold and silver on his body, but there are many fights, and Song Qingshu is also a little bored.

After all, they are all living lives, not chickens, ducks, fish and sheep, and they are slaughtered.

If you kill too much, the anger in your chest will swell violently, and if Song Qingshu wants to maintain a peaceful attitude, she must look for the beautiful mountains and rivers and resolve the anger in her chest.

In this way, a lot of effort was delayed, and it took more than a year from Wudang Mountain to Kunlun Mountain.

This time, coming down from Kunlun Mountain, all the way was covered with snowfields, and there was not a wisp of human traffic.

Song Qingshu changed his appearance in a small town in Kunlun Mountain, and snatched more than a dozen military horses from the nearby Yuan military camp and traveled all the way to the east.

If there is no human population, there will be no turmoil.

One hundred and ten miles a day, after walking for more than a month, seeing that it was approaching the end of the year, I entered the Chu land and arrived at the boundary of Wudang Mountain.

Randomly found a place to send the military horses, Song Qingshu held a large urn in his hand and ran towards Wudang Mountain.

In this icy and snowy place, Song Qingshu was dressed in a decent green shirt, although it was not a jade tree in the wind, but it was also handsome and chic, with a bronze appearance and sharp edges and corners.

Now that he is holding a large urn in his hand, he can still take a few feet away, even ordinary people who have not learned martial arts know that he is very difficult to mess with.

After entering Wudang Mountain, a Wudang disciple recognized Song Qingshu and hurriedly came over.

There is no way, now Song Qingshu has a kind of grandmaster style, which makes people heartbroken.

Well, that's a bit Lou too.

The real situation is that these Wudang disciples already knew Song Qingshu, after all, he was the first disciple of the third generation of Wudang.

Those disciples with eyesight quickly rushed back to the Zhenwu Hall and reported to Song Yuanqiao, the head of the sect, that his son had returned.

There was a matter of Zhu Jiu's really vicious dog provocation, and after going down Kunlun Mountain, Song Qingshu put the dozens of catties of monkey wine in this big urn, and sealed it with more than a dozen layers of oil paper, which looked inferior to the red gourd fairy wind bone.

But the momentum is fierce, and that's enough.

When Song Qingshu came to the Zhenwu Hall, not only Song Yuanqiao was present, but the other four uncles, together with Zhang Sanfeng, who was in retreat and cultivating, also came out together.

Song Qingshu has not heard from him in the past few years, and Wudangshan also sent people to find and inquire about him.

But Song Qing's book has hidden his whereabouts, how can those people find out.

Now that there has been no news for a few years, everyone in Wudang Mountain actually thinks that Song Qingshu may have encountered an accident.

After all, the last place where Song Qingshu appeared was near Kunlun in the Western Regions, where it was the base camp of the Demon Sect.

Now that Song Qingshu has reappeared, it naturally makes everyone overjoyed.

"Qingshu greets Shigong," Song Qingshu put down the big urn and respectfully kowtowed to the big fat man standing in the center to say goodbye.

When Zhang Sanfeng helped him up, he had to say goodbye to his father and a few uncles.

If it is repeated and the etiquette is completed, this can be regarded as entering the old link.

"Qingshu, why haven't you brought back a single piece of information in the past few years, which makes everyone worry about you!"

Zhang Sanfeng has a naïve personality, although he is more than 100 years old, he has a true temperament.

"Shigong doesn't know, I am in Kunlun Mountain, trapped in a snowy valley, but I found a treasure there, I came back here, and I would like to dedicate it to Shigong!"

Song Qingshu said, when everyone looked at the big urn beside them, they couldn't help but look at the expressions of study and doubt.

That Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Qingshu and looked back and forth, and then he was overjoyed: "Qingshu, have you found Jiuyang Divine Skill?" ”

"Uh...... Master, how do you see that? ”

Looking at the surprised expression of the big fat man's master, Song Qingshu's whole person was not good.

What, I'm talking about monkey wine, how can you guess that it's "Jiuyang Shengong"?

In other words, I don't plan to take out this "Jiuyang Divine Skill" at all, okay?

Now that you big fat man guessed that I have "Jiuyang Divine Skill", do you think I don't take it out, or don't take it out?

Zhang Sanfeng knew that he had cultivated Jiuyang Divine Skill, could he still not take it out?

Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly.

Song Yuanqiao was overjoyed, and explained to his son: "Qingshu, before you left Wudang Mountain, you asked your master about the "Jiuyang Divine Skill" back then, and we guessed that you might go to find "Jiuyang Divine Skill". Unexpectedly, after many years, you really found ......"

Well, that's still my fault.

Blame me!

Song Qingshu really wanted to cry without tears, and blamed himself for talking too much, and asked Zhang Sanfeng for verification, which led to the leakage of his whereabouts.

"If the king is not secret, he will lose his minister, if he is not secret, he will lose his life, and if he is not secret, he will be harmed. It is a gentleman's prudence and not out. ”

The ancients were honest and did not deceive me!

"Master, I thought I could give you a big surprise!"

The embarrassment on Song Qingshu's face came and went quickly, since he couldn't keep it secret, of course, he had to be generous, at least let his master and father, as well as a few uncles, and most importantly, let Zhang Wuji remember his kindness.

"What about Mowgli," Song Qingshu smiled freely and said, "I not only found the "Jiuyang Divine Skill", but also got some strange things by the way, which can make Wuji cultivate this "Jiuyang Divine Skill" more quickly. ”

"Big brother!"

Without waiting for Song Qingshu to look left and right, a handsome young man, honest and stocky, walked out from behind, with tears in his eyes, and came to Song Qingshu.

This kid is too sincere.

"Mowgli, what are you doing here?"

Song Qingshu hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled him up.

"Senior brother, you have been away for so many years for the sake of Mowgli's injury......"

"Wuji, what you say is too foreign," Song Qingshu hugged the excited Zhang Wuji, and said with a sad face: "Although you didn't grow up in Wudang Mountain, the fact that you are my brother can't run." What's more, since I was a child, the fifth uncle treated me kindly, and you have cold poison in your body, and I can't wait to replace you with your body. It took so many years to bring this "Jiuyang Divine Skill" back, and my brother already hated himself very much in his heart. You're still like this, how can you deal with yourself as a brother......"

After all, Song Qingshu has liked to perform since he was a child, and he looks like him in front of his master, father and other elders, and he looks like him in front of other disciples.

Since Zhang Wuji came to Wudang Mountain, he has been loved by his master, uncle, and many disciples, and he will think about how dirty his heart is.

Even a moment ago, if Zhang Sanfeng hadn't misunderstood Song Qingshu and guessed that he had found "Jiuyang Divine Skill" from his breath, Song Qingshu would never have taken out "Jiuyang Divine Skill".

This can only be said to be a mistake!

It's all to blame for Zhang Sanfeng, a big fat man!

Song Qingshu had a lot of resentment in Zhang Sanfeng's heart, and he didn't dare to look at him directly, so he took out the package containing four scriptures and handed it to Zhang Wuji, who was still emotional.

casually explained to his father Song Yuanqiao, and the big urn he brought was filled with wine to assist in the practice of "Jiuyang Divine Skill", and others must not waste it.

Song Qingshu is a complete villain.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

The villain takes revenge, from morning till night.

Zhang Sanfeng used sharp eyes and the general trend of Huanghuang to let himself come up with Jiuyang Divine Skill, Song Qingshu naturally would not continue to give monkey wine to this big fat man to drink.

Sure enough, when everyone heard that the things in this big urn were to assist in the cultivation of "Jiuyang Divine Skill", everyone else stopped watching.

Only Zhang Wuji's gratitude to Song Qingshu in his heart deepened a little.

Song Qingshu chatted with a few elders a few more words, and then left the back of the Zhenwu Palace, and he still had to say hello to his elderly mother.