The Han River, also known as the Han River, is the largest tributary of the Yangtze River. It occupies an important position in history, often alongside the Yangtze River, Huai River, and Yellow River, and is combined to become the "Jianghuai River Han".

As an engineering man who has been busy with work, it is really a good choice to be able to see the turbulence and magnificence of the Han River. It's just that no matter how beautiful Hanshui is, if you stay alone in this uninhabited place for three days, I believe it will not be a good memory.

Song Qingshu stayed here for three days, and the Han water at this time did not want the Han water of later generations, and there were hotels, hotels, bathing cities and the like everywhere along the coast. On the contrary, "the white bones are exposed in the wilderness, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles." It's the perfect portrayal of it. After staying in such a ghost place for three days, the various tastes are really not enough for outsiders.

Song Qingshu stood by the Hanshui River, looking at the surging river, the sorrow in his heart really can't be described in words, it's really too cheating!

Since I heard the news of Zhou Ziwang in the inn that day, I thought of Zhou Zhiruo. The soul hidden in his body seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulus, and it tossed endlessly.

It took Song Qingshu a long time to summarize a sentence in the various disorganized messages from his soul. Go to Hanshui and save Zhiruo! Song Qingshu just turned the thought of not going, and immediately received the idea of burning jade and stone from his soul.

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded, he couldn't imagine that this soul would be so strong. Although the soul did not show the ability to die with him, for some reason, Song Qingshu had a feeling in the dark. This statement of the soul is not alarmist, he is here and has this ability.

Under the persecution of the soul, Song Qingshu had to come to Hanshui. It's strange to say, when Song Qingshu made the decision to come to Hanshui, that soul calmed down, so that Song Qingshu no longer had any strange feelings.

Since he didn't know the specific time when Zhou Zhiruo appeared, Song Qingshu could only wait here, because whenever he wanted to leave here, his soul would toss, making it difficult for him to even control his body.

Now, Song Qingshu has nothing else to ask for, he just hopes that he is not late. No matter how many days they wait, if Zhou Zhi and them always come, saving her when the time comes, it will be considered to have fulfilled the requirements of the soul.

If he is late, Zhou Zhiruo is already in the soul, and God knows what the soul of the Dao will do. Does he want to die, does he want to die?

In this way, with apprehensive thoughts, with white clouds and white hair, Song Qingshu waited by the Hanshui River for three days and three nights!

Song Qingshu took out a wild fruit and bit it fiercely in his mouth. While chewing the fruit, he scolded vaguely: "Damn soul, you can't even buy food, and the harmful young master can only eat the fruit picked by white hair here." It's just that in the valley at the beginning, there was still grilled fish! When did the young master get mixed up like this? ”

Thinking of grilled fish, Song Qingshu was suddenly stunned and shouted: "Yes, grilled fish! Rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, rely on the water to eat the water, guard this Han water, are you afraid that there will be no grilled fish to eat!"

When he threw away the half-eaten wild fruit, he ran towards the river. As soon as he was halfway through the run, he heard Bai Mao screaming and pointing at the river in the distance.

Song Qingshu looked at it from a distance, but saw two river boats, rowing like flying. In a small boat in front of him sat a big man, paddling with both hands, and in the cabin sat a man and a woman and two children. There was a larger ship in the back, and in the boat stood four monks, as well as seven or eight Mongolian military attachés.

I only heard one of the four monks shouting: "Hurry up and stop the boat, hand over the child obediently, and the Buddha will spare your life, otherwise you will be ruthless." The voice came out of the waves, and it was clear to the ears, and it was clear that the inner strength of the caller was not weak.

Song Qingshu was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that Zhou Zhiruo, who he had been waiting for for a long time, had finally arrived. The big man and the little boy on the boat must be the orphans of Chang Yuchun and Zhou Ziwang. At that moment, he flew to Baiyun on tiptoe, clamped his legs, and rushed out.

At this time, the monks and Mongolian military attachés had already begun to bend their bows and shoot arrows at Chang Yuchun. But listen to the feather arrows breaking through the air and whining. Song Qingshu saw seven or eight arrows shooting towards Xiaozhou, although he knew that Zhou Zhi was fine, he still couldn't help but sweat. At that moment, he shouted: "Stop the target, stop it!"

The monks and military attachés obviously didn't take Song Qingshu's words seriously, and didn't pay attention to his meaning at all. Continuing to build the bow, seven or eight more arrows were fired.

Song Qingshu was helpless, although he was anxious, he had to continue to drive Bai Yun to speed up. At this time, I suddenly heard a miserable cry of "ah".

Song Qingshu hurriedly looked up, but it was an arrow on the vest of the boy in the boat, and he was often frightened and leaned over to look, but there were arrows on his shoulder and back. The wood pulp in his hand suddenly became uncertain, fell into the center of the river, and the boat suddenly stopped moving. The big boat behind caught up in an instant, and seven or eight Mongolian military attachés and monks jumped on the boat and became entangled with Chang Yuchun.

Song Qingshu's heart was extremely critical, seeing that Bai Yun had rushed to the river, he was on tiptoe, rose up on Bai Yun's body, and rushed towards the river.

Wudang Cloud Ladder swept about ten meters on the surface of the river, and saw the body falling towards the river, and immediately took out a piece of silver, threw it at his feet, and put his toes on the silver a little, with the help of a little recoil force of the silver, the body rose into the air. Keep flying forward. flew more than ten meters, and when the body fell, another piece of silver was thrown.

In this way, the relay was repeated six times in a row, just like when Bodhidharma crossed the river with a reed, and he actually crossed a distance of sixty or seventy meters and landed directly on the river boat! With a wave of the long sword, a flash of green light appeared, and when the monk and the Mongolian military attache were separated from Chang Yuchun, he shouted angrily: "I told you to stop, didn't you hear?"

The monk and the military attache glanced at each other, and a cautious look appeared in their eyes at the same time, obviously shocked by Song Qingshu's stunt similar to crossing the river with a reed. Although this does not want to cross a large river of thousands of meters like Bodhidharma crossing the river with a reed, it is not something that ordinary people can do just by crossing these sixty or seventy meters. The young man in front of him is not very old, is he already a congenital master?

"Who are you? This is the rebellion pursued by the imperial court, do you dare to stop it, don't you want to die? Quickly retreat, we can remember that you are young and ignorant, and will not be held accountable. A monk stepped forward and shouted.

Song Qingshu swept towards Zhou Zhiruo, and saw that although the little girl was pale, she must have been frightened, but she was not hurt. At that moment, he felt at ease, smiled at the monk, and said: "The imperial court, hehe, the master's favorite thing to kill in his life is you Yuanting lackeys, don't forget to report the name of the master when you go to the king of Hades, it was Wudang Song Qingshu who killed you!"

After speaking, he no longer talked nonsense, and with a wave of the long sword, the sword light skyrocketed, and he directly killed the monk and the military attaché. The monks and military attachés were already vigilant when Song Qingshu spoke, and when they saw Song Qingshu's long sword stabbing at him, they hurriedly dodged.

Song Qingshu smiled and said secretly: "If the master's sword is so easy to avoid, then isn't it in vain to practice for so long?" My current swordsmanship may be inferior to those big faction leaders and innate masters, but it is still no problem to deal with a few of you." ”

Sure enough, Song Qingshu's swordsmanship has integrated the speed of the wind sword technique, coupled with the neutrality and peace of the Wudang swordsmanship, the perfect combination of fast and slow, which actually makes the swordsmanship present a peculiar charm, which seems to be slow, but it is impossible to dodge. Under one sword, two monks were blocked!

The monk and the military attache were shocked, glanced at each other, and felt that it would be difficult for them to resist Song Qingshu with a few of them, so they jumped back sharply at the moment, and wanted to return to the boat and escape. Song Qingshu smiled coldly and said coldly: "Since I came, if I leave like this, wouldn't it make people say that I was not well entertained?"

On tiptoe, his body rose into the air and continued to pounce towards the monks and military attachés. Compared with an innate master like Song Qingshu, a few miscellaneous fish naturally have no ability to resist. After a few ups and downs, they were killed.

The long sword was returned to the sheath, and Song Qingshu coldly glanced at the dead corpses all over the ground, and then was slightly happy. It seems that these four monks are all acquired masters, and each of them contributed five points of luck to Song Qingshu, and those military attachés, although they are not acquired masters, have official positions and also contribute five points of luck.

Song Qingshu suddenly found that compared to bullying those bandits and bandits, killing these target officers seemed to be a more promising job. These dozen or so Mongolian targets contributed sixty or seventy points of luck to him. It's time to clear a bandit camp.

It seems that you can think about the promising job of rebellion in the future, but the soldiers on the battlefield are fierce and dangerous, even if it is a legendary grandmaster, once he appears on the battlefield, under the siege of thousands of troops, he may not be able to retreat. Well, it seems that this matter needs to be planned carefully. Don't die before you can get a master!