"Martial Arts Supreme, Treasure Sword Slaying Dragon."

"Command the world, don't dare to disobey, rely on the sky and don't come out, who will compete."

"Like the bend of an inchworm, its vertical is also dangerous, like the detachment of a cunning rabbit, dripping and hearty, vigorous and strong."

"Deep, ......"

Song Qingshu looked at the set of [Twenty-Four Character Exercises] written by Master Zhang Sanfeng in the study, and was extremely impressed.

He has watched it countless times over the years, and each time he has a different understanding.

This [Twenty-Four Character Exercises] is a set of extremely clever martial arts that the third uncle Yu Daiyan was injured by the dragon slaying knife, and Master Tai wanted to see some secrets between the lines, so as to evolve a set of extremely clever martial arts, and each word contains several changes.

At the beginning, the fifth uncle Zhang Cuishan was able to beat Xie Xun in Wang Panshan, not because of calligraphy, but because of the changes in the characters.

At that time, Zhang Cuishan happened to learn this exercise, so he wrote these two crosses.

Able to win Xie Xun is in the majority.

Xie Xun is not an ordinary person, he is also a master, and he is involved in many fields.

"Martial Arts Supreme, Treasure Sword Slaying Dragon ......"

Song Qingshu writes on rice paper with a pen, without using internal force, and is writing calligraphy as usual.

The pen is vigorous and powerful......

He has been exposed to calligraphy and music since he was a child.

As the only disciple of the three generations of Wudang, Wudang can be said to have cultivated Song Qingshu in all aspects.

It can be fine, but it must be.

In addition, Master Tai was already proficient in calligraphy, so Song Qingshu's experience and background have been steadily increasing over the years.

He has a small achievement in calligraphy, but he is really not good at this rhythm.

I can hear the good and the bad, but I can't play it.

To put it bluntly, the mouth is an expert.

At first, his father and uncles forced him to study hard.

He can only grit his teeth and practice, and his progress is only unsatisfactory, compared to the talent in other places, it is much worse.

Finally, Master Tai smiled.

"No one is perfect, just understand."

"Don't care."

At this point, Song Qingshu ended his miserable life, not because of his poor rhythm, but because he really couldn't stand sitting there and playing the piano.

In contrast, he still likes the erhu a little more.

Casual, not so many rules.

Father, uncles, and uncles are not restricted, anyway, as long as Song Qingshu likes it.

"Hoo ......"

After a long time, Song Qingshu put down the pen in his hand and took a long breath.

Looking at the groups of two crosses on the table, I watched for a few seconds.

At first, he was quite satisfied, but he slowly showed some disappointment.

Still don't feel that way.

It always feels a little bit worse.

In the afternoon!

Song Qingshu left the study and stretched, he hadn't been so idle for a long time.

I didn't have any injuries in the past, but since I was 10 years old, I practiced every morning every day, rested at noon, and studied other things with my father or uncles in the afternoon.

In a word, he's busy.

"Senior Brother Song......"

"Senior Brother Song......"

Song Qingshu greeted everyone and walked towards the kitchen.

Wudang was all busy with Zhang Wuji's affairs, and there was no way to arrange other things, and others didn't dare to disturb.

It was just right for him to go and see.

A group of people in the kitchen were busy, and they saw Song Qingshu coming over and saying hello with a smile.

When Zhou Yue saw Song Qingshu coming, it was like seeing a savior.

"Senior Brother Song, I'm just about to look for you."

"All the teachers and uncles are healing Wuji, you see how we arrange it."

"I've had people wait for orders, but they've been closed."

"I don't dare to disturb."

Song Qingshu can understand Zhou Yue's difficulties, and all the high-level Wudang leaders are inside.

"You go get some ginseng, deer antler velvet, and some herbs."

"Uncle Shi has consumed too much, and it needs to be replenished."

Zhou Yue's face was a little embarrassed, those things were all precious things, and if he wanted to use them, he needed to speak from his uncle.

"Go get it from me." Song Qingshu also knew about the situation in Wudang.

"The Heavenly Eagle Sect brought a lot of things because I saved Wuji."

"I'm qualified to deal with those things."

"My father's side, I'll go over and say."

"Okay!" Zhou Yue responded and ran out directly.

As the person who manages logistics in Wudang, he is very clear about Wudang's affairs.

There are rules for Wudang's gifts or when someone gives a gift.

Generally, someone comes to thank them, or others, Wudang collects half of them, and half of them are given to the people who thank them, whether it is a disciple or a person.

Song Qingshu has the right to deal with the gifts from the Heavenly Eagle Sect that he received this time.

That's a lot of that, it's totally enough.

"Call me when you're ready, I'll send it over." Song Qingshu said hello to the others and left directly.

Wudang Square.

At this time, there were many people here who were cultivating, and he was among them before, but now he was injured and could only watch.

"Senior Brother Song......"

"Senior Brother Song, give us some pointers."

"Yes, yes."

"All of you are not here today."

“……”

The disciples of Wudang are all practicing "finger twisting soft sword".

When used, the blade is forced to bend with strong internal force, and the long sword seems to have become a soft belt, gently twisting and turning, erratic, and the sword moves are flickering and impermanent, and the enemy is difficult to parry, a total of seventy-two ways.

Song Qingshu also practiced this set of exercises.

"Okay!"

"But today I can say that I can't do it, I can only move my mouth."

"I'm hurt."

Song Qingshu looked at the people below and laughed, although these people were older than him, their martial arts attainments were not as good as his.

Talent is one thing, and the other is the guidance of famous teachers.

He has followed Master Tai since he was a child, and his father and uncle have not concealed the slightest guidance, and his progress is naturally very fast.

But these disciples are different, they are all registered disciples.

"Wang He, you have to be smart, don't be rigid."

"Yes, yes, that's all."

"Yes, yes, yes."

“……”

An hour later, a disciple came over to call Song Qingshu, and Song Qingshu said hello to everyone and walked towards Zixiao Palace.

Behind the Purple Palace.

A group of people were waiting, and all the teachers and uncles had told them not to disturb, but they didn't dare to ask.

Song Qingshu nodded at everyone and stepped forward.

Boom......

Boom......

"I'm Qingshu, it's time to eat."

"Come in." There was a response from inside the house, and Song Qingshu pushed the door and walked in.

At this time, his father was healing Zhang Wuji's injuries, and Master Tai and other uncles were resting on the side.

"Qingshu is here."

"Zhou Yue is also here."

"I've seen Master Tai, uncles." Zhou Yue saluted respectfully, asked people to put down the meal, and then walked out.

Song Qingshu opened his mouth and said: "I know that Master Tai, and your uncles consume a lot, so I took it upon myself to let the kitchen prepare, some ginseng and the like." ”

The Wudang Seven Heroes nodded, they did consume too much.

Second Uncle Yu Lianzhou spoke: "Qingshu, let Zhou Yue prepare some hundred-year-old ginseng, Wuji's injury is too serious." ”

"Three times in the morning and in the evening."

"Yes, I'll arrange it." Song Qingshu glanced at Zhang Wuji, who was still pale, and there was a complication in his eyes.

Time passes......

A month passed in a flash, and Song Qingshu also resumed his previous life, practicing in the morning and practicing martial arts with other juniors in the afternoon.

Every morning, noon and evening, I went to see my uncle and Zhang Wuji.

This morning, he came here as usual, only to see Master Tai and all the uncles come out.

His face was full of helplessness and exhaustion.

"It's hard!"

"It's been a month."

"Yes, at first we were able to remove his cold poison, but now we can't absorb a single bit."

"yes, I'm just trying to figure it out."

"Hey, this kid...... How is it good? ”

“……”

Song Qingshu saw a group of uncles talking, and saluted slightly: "Is Mowgli okay?" ”

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly: "Qingshan, go and see Wuji." ”

"You're not a few years older than him, and now you're his brother again, take good care of it."

Song Yuanqiao followed and said, "Go ahead." ”

Everyone was also relieved of Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu also knew the situation, so he didn't ask too much and walked towards the house.

Zhang Wuji was lying on the bed at this time, and his face had recovered.

Song Qingshu asked people to prepare some porridge, and then sat in the distance and looked at Zhang Wuji.

A whole month and 5 days!

It was hard for him to imagine how Zhang Wuji could resist at such a young age.

He had asked his father and uncles before, and they said that this kind of pain was unbearable for adults.

But Zhang Wuji has never cried, and he is sensible and distressing.

"Mother......

"Mother......

"Mother......

Bursts of shouts came from Zhang Wuji's mouth, with horror on his face.

Song Qingshu hurriedly walked over.

At this time, Zhang Wuji suddenly woke up and sat up, and was greeted by Song Qingshu with a concerned smile.

"It's okay."

"Have a nightmare?"

"My name is Song Qingshu!"

Touch!

Zhang Wuji quickly got up and bowed down to Song Qingshu on the bed, his eyes were extremely innocent and firm.

"Thank you Brother Qingshu for saving your life."

"Thank you, Brother Qingshu!"

"My mother said that I will remember your kindness for the rest of my life."

“……”