Knowing that it was luck, Song Qingshu was not in a hurry. He knew that his luck would affect the Heavenly Dao in the underworld, and he would create opportunities for himself, and he could just go with the flow in it, and it would be inappropriate to force it.

The red sun was in the sky, and it was already close to noon. Song Qingshu faintly felt hungry in his stomach. The elk, which was supposed to make lunch, was missing, so he had to look for something else.

"Fortunately, there is no shortage of food in this valley!" Song Qingshu looked the goats up and down, wondering which one to start with. Suddenly, there was a splash, and a big white fish jumped up in the pool, more than a foot long! The big white fish bounced in the air and fell back into the pool, splashing a splash.

Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Okay, killing sheep here will inevitably defile this fairyland, so let's take you to sacrifice to the Five Organs Temple!" With a flash of the sword, two or three white fish floated up with their bellies flipped. The long sword was returned to the sheath, and Song Qingshu smiled confidently, obviously, quite satisfied with his Wudang swordsmanship.

Cut the belly of the fish, wash off the intestines, find some dead branches, take out the fire knife, velvet, and flint from the side, make a fire, and roast the fish. Soon, the smell of fat overflowed. Taking a bite in his mouth, Song Qingshu intuitively felt that the entrance was smooth and delicious, which was really the first delicacy he had tasted in his life! Three bites and two bites, and a big fish will be eaten cleanly.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu's face changed, and he hurriedly sat cross-legged, his heart facing the sky, and he carried out the Pure Yang Wuji Gong. Zhou Tian carried it, and streams of true qi converged towards the dantian from the limbs and hundreds of remains. At the same time, there were bursts of warmth in the abdomen, and under the stimulation of this warmth, the speed at which the true qi converged towards the dantian actually more than doubled out of thin air!

Half an hour later, Song Qingshu finished his work. Feeling the abundant internal force in his body, he was surprised to find that compared to his usual cultivation, today's results have more than doubled!

Song Qingshu looked at the white fish in the deep pool with a surprised face, and he couldn't imagine that this inconspicuous thing was actually a treasure! At least, judging from what is known now, it can promote the operation of internal strength and improve the efficiency of cultivation.

"It seems that Zhang Wuji has been able to cultivate Jiuyang Divine Skill to the realm of Dacheng in four or five years, and the white fish in this pool is also indispensable! I'll just say, the Jiuyang Divine Skill is at best a level of exercise with the Jiuyin True Scripture, why is there such a big gap! Song Qingshu pondered thoughtfully.

After pondering for a while, he stood up and let Bai Yun eat on the lawn by himself, and Song Qing walked towards the front. He didn't have any purpose, but he knew that he had to do something, because only what he was doing could it be convenient for Heaven Dao to arrange his fate.

After two miles to the west, my eyes lit up, and a peach blossom forest appeared in front of me! In early summer, peach blossoms bloom everywhere, and bursts of floral fragrance come to the nose.

Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he could faintly see bursts of sparks flashing in them. Of course, he wasn't staring at Peach Blossom, what made him so excited was that he finally saw the goal of this trip, the ape!

In the middle of the peach blossom forest, an old white ape sits there. Compared to the average ape, this white ape is much larger, and it looks like a bear in the mountains. Song Qingshu knew that this was his goal! Although he hadn't seen what the white ape looked like, he was still sure!

Because, he believed that in the way of heaven, there would not be so many Yaxing, at this time, arrange for a white ape that has nothing to do with Jiuyang Divine Skill to appear in front of him!

In a flash of blue light, Song Qingshu had already rushed towards the white ape, and the long sword was pointed directly at the white ape!

In later generations, Wudang was famous for Tai Chi and swords. The Tao of Tai Chi has created a precedent for fighting fast with slow and overcoming rigidity with softness, but this does not mean that all Wudang martial arts are slow and fast.

In fact, when the Tao of Tai Chi had not yet been established, the Wudang Sword Method was also a fast sword path. Indestructible, only fast and unbreakable. This is not the martial arts principle created by the Sunflower Treasure Book, the sages have long known this truth, but the Sunflower Book has achieved the ultimate on this road, of course, the price paid for cultivating it is also unbearable for ordinary people.

Song Qingshu cultivated the Wudang swordsmanship to the realm of pure fire, and after exerting his extreme speed, it was definitely not inferior to the famous fast sword on the rivers and lakes! The sword light flashed in the air like lightning, stabbing the throat of the white ape!

"Roar!" With a loud roar, not caring at all about the long sword that was about to stab his throat, the white ape stood up, and the white claws were slapping towards Song Qingshu with a fierce wind!

Siege Wei to save Zhao! Song Qingshu's eyes flashed, his brain was spinning, and he calculated in an instant that according to the current model, he could certainly seal the throat of the white ape with a sword, but under the giant palm of the white ape, he would not die or be disabled!

Song Qingshu, who has always been extremely life-saving, of course will not exchange his life with the white ape, and with a turn of the long sword, it changed from "the sun penetrates the long rainbow" to "the roots of the dead tree", and lightly touched on the giant palm of the white ape, with the help of the huge power in the palm, and floated far behind.

Song Qingshu floated backwards, but the white ape was unwilling to give up, roared angrily, and chased directly after Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu's eyes were cold, he snorted coldly, his wrist flicked, and a move "Butterfly Piercing Flowers" struck out, piercing the eyes of the white ape.

The white ape's head was deflected, the long sword flashed, and the giant claws continued to slap towards Song Qingshu. But this brief moment was enough, Song Qingshu regained his foothold and continued to entangle with the white ape.

"Ping-pong, pong, pong!" Song Qingshu has a light step and a quick hand. The white ape's body sank vigorously, and the two sides fought for a while.

The more Song Qingshu hits, the heavier his heart becomes, the white ape is infinitely powerful, as long as he hits himself, he can basically explain himself. On the contrary, although he has hit it many times, it is in some inconsequential places, and these injuries are not a threat to the white ape at all.

It is precisely because of this that the white ape did not defend these places. And some vital attacks were blocked by him, after all, although the white ape was relatively slow, it was much easier to defend only a few vital points.

After a few more rounds, Song Qingshan knew that it was impossible for him to win the white ape today. This white ape was born with a heterogeneous species, and it is already nearly two hundred years old. The instinct of the beast and the spirituality born from his long life make his every move and style faintly and secretly in line with martial arts. The overall strength is not inferior to the masters in the middle of the day after tomorrow.

If Song Qingshu hadn't honed the level of Wudang swordsmanship to the realm of perfection on the way to Kunlun Mountain, I believe that at this time, he would have been crippled a long time ago.

More than a dozen rounds flashed by, and Song Qingshu already felt that his internal strength was a little uncontinuous. After all, he had only cultivated the Pure Yang Wuji Gong to the fourth layer, and he really didn't have much internal strength, especially when he used all his strength in every move against the white ape, the consumption of internal force was even greater.

Song Qingshu had an intention in his heart, so he didn't hesitate anymore, on tiptoe, Wudang Tiyun came out, leveled the ground, and then on the trunk of the tree, a few flickering, and disappeared into the forest. Although he couldn't help the white ape, it was also delusional for the white ape to catch up with him, so he could only watch Song Qingshu leave, only to hear a roar of anger in this valley!