A huge stream of information rushed into Song Qingshu's mind, stirring back and forth in it. It took him half an hour to straighten out the message. Recalling what was said in the message, Song Qingshan had mixed feelings for a while and burst into tears.

Everything in the world has a destiny and luck. The fate is fixed, divided into white, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and red. Each layer of the life grid corresponds to the corresponding fate status, for example, the white life grid can only be a pawn for a peddler after a lifetime of hard work.

And the red life grid is born to be the supreme of heaven and earth who controls all things. As the saying goes, every peck and drink are determined by heaven, and nothing is up to anyone.

The life grid is certain, the luck is self-generated, what kind of life grid corresponds to what kind of luck, luck is the same, the mystery and the mystery, the so-called time to heaven and earth are the same force, and the hero is not free, that's it.

And the Heavenly Fortune Stone is the only thing in this world that can artificially condense qi luck to break through the fate, and has been chased by many strong people for countless years, but no one knows where it is before escaping the catastrophe.

Unexpectedly, this time, under the guidance of the Demon Pupil Pendant, he actually merged with Song Qingshu and became his soul creation, and I didn't know that it was the fate of his cultivation in several lifetimes.

Song Qingshu, who only reacted halfway, swept his eyes, but saw that many Taoist children were looking at him in surprise. seems to be wondering what kind of nerves this Wudang third-generation leader is having, why is he crying so bitterly for no reason?

Suddenly, the old face turned red, and he quickly touched two handfuls of tears with his long sleeves, and shouted pretendically: "What do you see?" What's so nice, the cow is dead, quickly clean it, send it to the kitchen, and it's still waiting to be used! ”

Seeing that Song Qingshu was annoyed and angry, many Taoist children suddenly dispersed. Song Qingshu swept around, seeing that no one was paying attention to him anymore, and quickly shot away in the direction of Zixiao Palace.

The reason why he hurried to Zixiao Palace was also very simple, every time the Heavenly Fortune Stone broke through the life grid, the magic pupil fell and induced, a task would be generated. When you complete the task, you take it to the next level. If the mission fails, it will be eaten by luck and will be wiped out.

At this time, Song Qingshu and Tianyun Shi were first fused, just when the white life grid broke through the red life grid, the magic pupil fell into induction, and the task was issued: to rescue Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu.

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Running all the way to Zixiao Palace, Song Qingshu looked around and breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't see the bodies of Zhang Cuishan and his wife. When he left Zixiao Palace, He Taichong had already come to pay his respects.

Now that he has been inking in the back mountain for so long, God knows what has happened here, if Zhang Cuishan has already apologized for his crimes, then who will he go to reason.

There are a lot of people in front of Zixiao Palace, and there are hundreds of people in the three sects and nine streams. Song Qingshu lifted the Heavenly Fortune Eye, and countless pillars of light rose into the air. Most of them are red and orange lifeforms, only the three old monks in the front are light yellow lifeforms, Song Qingshu already knew that this is the three major monks of Shaolin Kongwen, Kongzhi, and Emptiness.

Suddenly, a faint hint of green luck rose in front of him. In an instant, Song Qingshu only felt a tingling pain in his eyes. He smiled bitterly in his heart, in the end, his own life grid was too low, his luck was too shallow, and it was reluctant to watch the strong man who was three levels higher than himself, and this life grid in front of him was faintly about to break through to the green life grid, and it was really not something that he could peep at will.

Hold on to your body and look at it, as expected, it is the Wudang Patriarch, his own master Zhang Sanfeng!

Song Qingshu's heart was relieved, and the life grid represents the synthesis of various achievements in a person's life. For martial arts people, martial arts are naturally a very important aspect.

Shaolin Wudang is also a martial arts Taishan Beidou, and the status of the two factions is basically the same. Faintly, Shaolin, a thousand-year-old temple, is stronger. After all, although Wudang is strong, it has been established for less than a hundred years after all, and it is a little less than Shaolin.

But now the head of Shaolin is not known for the beginning of the yellow life, and the head of Wudang is the peak of the yellow life, obviously, the difference in force between the two sides cannot be counted. It is estimated that these three so-called monks together will not be able to do Zhang Sanfeng.

This means that as long as Song Qingshu can dispel Zhang Cuishan's own desire to die for a while, the others don't have to worry too much. In the worst-case scenario, Zhang Sanfeng alone is enough to protect Zhang Cuishan.

Song Qingshu looked left and right, and only Zhang Sanfeng was entertaining guests in the main hall. The Wudang Seven Heroes are gone. frowned, he couldn't make up his mind, where did the plot progress?

Although Mr. Jin's book is classic, it is definitely an old book, he still remembers that he read it when he was in middle school, and it has been more than ten years now, although he is impressed, but he can only remember approximately.

Walking slowly towards the side hall, before reaching the door, I saw a man running from the inside of the hall to the outside. The man's face was flushed, his feet were floating, and he was obviously agitated and couldn't help himself.

"That's, that's, that's Zhang Cuishan!" Song Qingshu looked at it for a moment and suddenly muttered. After all, he came through and had never been in contact with Zhang Cuishan before, so he didn't recognize it for a while.

Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows, and his soul was in danger! "Holy! It's come to this stage! He knew that there was only one scene of Zhang Cuishan rushing out, that is, when he knew the truth of the matter, he felt very guilty about Yu Daiyan, and wanted to run out and die to thank the world!

Zhang Cuishan must not be allowed out of the main hall, otherwise everything will be over! It doesn't matter if you die, but don't drag the master to die together!

With his feet changing and his toes tapping, Song Qingshu galloped towards the main hall, "Fifth uncle, slow down, listen to your nephew!" He shouted in his mouth, but Zhang Cuishan didn't pay any attention to it and continued to gallop towards the outside of the hall.

Seeing that he was about to staggered with Song Qingshu, he went out of the side hall. Song Qingshu secretly complained, he knew that Zhang Cuishan was in a very agitated mood at this time, and he didn't listen to what he said at all, and the top priority was to use fierce medicine to make him wake up quickly.

At that moment, the soles of his feet kicked the ground, and suddenly his body increased by a few points, and Song Qingshu finally rushed to the door of the side hall in front of Zhang Cuishan. "Huh!" The long sword was unsheathed, Song Qingshu turned his heart sideways, and with a wave of the long sword, the sharp green steel sword was placed on his neck. Due to the excessive force, there were already faint traces of blood oozing from the blade.

"Fifth Uncle! If you dare to step out of this temple, your nephew will die in front of you!" A terrible wolf howl suddenly echoed back and forth in the huge Zixiao Palace!