Chapter 3 Three Generations of Chiefs
In the back mountain of Wudang, under the waterfall, Song Qingshu opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, smiled slightly, stood up, and did not see any movement from him, his body flashed, like a breeze blowing, and Song Qingshu on the boulder was gone.
And on the shore, Song Qingshu was standing with his hands in his hands.
disappeared in the blink of an eye, this kind of light industry is really a must in the world, who can compare, the name of the wind god is really worthy of its name.
Song Qingshu's clothes were soaked at this time, I saw him move slightly, and a puff of white smoke suddenly rose from his body, and then, the originally wet clothes had all been steamed dry, extremely dry, and even the long hair on his head had become dry, and his flowing shawl was spreading.
Song Qingshu took a step forward and left the back mountain.
After coming to the front yard, Song Qingshu casually grabbed a Taoist boy and asked him, "Where did my father and several uncles go?"
That Dao boy was stopped, and he was still a little annoyed, but when he saw that it was Song Qingshu, all the anger dissipated, and a smile appeared on his face, and he said with a smile: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Song, and several senior uncles and uncles were all discussing the matter of the 100th birthday of the Taishi Ancestor in the Zhenwu Hall for five days." ”
Song Qingshu smiled: "Okay, then I'll go to the main hall first, and invite you to dinner when I have time." With that, he smiled and left.
When the Taoist boy heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he smiled: "Okay, I'm waiting for senior brother, don't forget." While speaking, thinking about the taste of Song Qingshu's barbecue, the corners of his mouth were about to water.
It turned out that Wudang was a Taoist sect, although it was not said that you could not eat meat, but it was very little, generally speaking, it took several days to eat a meal of meat, which was simply too little for these teenagers.
And Song Qingshu naturally doesn't eat those vegetarian foods every day, so after he cultivates, he stays directly in the back mountain, catches some ordinary pheasants, wild boars and the like to barbecue, and eats them himself.
And once seen by a few Taoist boys, they naturally muttered that they wanted to report to Song Yuanqiao, the principal, Song Qingshu had no choice but to invite them to eat, and at that moment, everyone's mouths were closed.
Those guys are not very old and still childlike, so they often mingle with Song Qingshu for a period of time in the future and often barbecue together.
Over time, a group of people became familiar with it, and Song Qingshu naturally became the boss of those people, and everyone who wanted to eat barbecue had to look at him.
Although those Taoist children are greedy, they are very timid, except for Song Qingshu together, they don't dare to hunt to roast and eat, because they are afraid of being caught.
However, Song Qingshu is really not afraid, not to mention that he is the son of Song Yuanqiao, the chief disciple of the three generations, just say that he is very good with the Wudang Seven Heroes on Wudang Mountain, and Zhang Sanfeng is also very good to him, so naturally no one in Wudang Mountain will do anything to him.
So, if everyone wanted to eat meat, they could only wait for Song Qingshu's call
When Song Qingshu came to the Zhenwu Palace, he saw Song Yuanqiao, Yue Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting and others discussing some things in the hall.
Song Qingshu walked in directly, and smiled at a few people: "Qingshu has seen a few uncles and fathers. ”
"Qingshu, why are you here, don't cultivate well, don't play with those children all day long. Song Yuanqiao's majestic voice reached Song Qingshu's ears.
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"Senior brother, don't pretend, Qingshu is the best in the entire Wudang Mountain, his martial arts, no one is invincible among the three generations of disciples, even we are about to be caught up by him, you still say she, really. Before Song Qingshu could speak, Yin Liting rushed in front and said to Song Yuanqiao with a smile.
Yue Daiyan, who rarely talks on weekdays, also smiled: "What the sixth senior brother said is right, in a few years, Qingshu will surpass me and others, and the senior brother has a good son." ”
Zhang Songxi also looked at Song Qingshu with a smile on his face, with a satisfied smile on his face.
Wudang Seven Heroes, as close as brothers, although not brothers, however, the feelings are closer than brothers, several of them are not married, and there are no descendants, only Song Yuanqiao has such a son as Song Qingshu, naturally Song Qingshu is the common heir of the Seven Heroes, and he is very good to him on weekdays, and Song Qingshu is also very good at talking, coaxing the seven people to be very happy, if Song Qingshu is taught by Song Yuanqiao, several people are scrambling to excuse Song Qingshu.