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Chapter 185: Taoism and Nature

The bleak twilight wind, the fluttering through the snow.

There is no hope in the ears, and the eyes are clean.

On the second day, Song Qingshu got up early in the morning, pushed open the door, and a gust of wind and snow roared over. The eyes are all white, pink and jade, exquisitely clear. Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, a chill entered his body, which lifted Song Qingshu's spirit, which was still a little sleepy-eyed.

At this moment, in this situation, Song Qingshu suddenly became interested, turned around and went back to the house, and took down the three-foot Qingfeng sword hanging on the wall.

Carrying a long sword, he came to the center of the small courtyard, standing in the wind and snow, his body did not move, and he stood with his sword in his hand.

The sky and the earth are snowing, and everything is quiet.

Song Qingshu's state of mind seemed to be in this silence, as calm as water, holding a long sword in his hand, and a burst of emptiness quietly rose in his heart.

Suddenly, Song Qingshu's eyes opened, and he slapped the scabbard, and the blue light appeared, and then the long sword waved, and there seemed to be an elf beating in the snow.

Snort!

The sound of air tearing sounded, and the sword light spread. The sword qi with pieces of snowflakes in the air around the semicircle, the sword walks at will, the intention moves at will, between one move and one style, simple and unpretentious, but faintly implies the general trend of heaven and earth.

At this moment, Song Qingshu practiced swords, as if the old lady and old lady in the park were playing Taijiquan swords in his previous life, and there was no order between one move and one style, and it seemed that he was an ignorant naughty boy scribbling at will.

However, in Song Qingshu's slow and leisurely movements, there is an indescribable charm, moving and still. One by one, it is like flowing water. It is natural, one move, one style, one thorn and one pick, as if it is an antelope hanging horns, unpredictable.

Looking from afar, I saw that in the courtyard, the sword light was flying, and the soft sword light was like a moonlight phantom in the water. Gathering and scattering are intoxicating. And the long sword in Song Qingshu's hand seemed to be like a magnet, attracting pieces of falling snowflakes and dancing with the dance of his long sword.

Soft cloud swordsmanship, moving extremely quiet, fast and slow.

Airplanes!

only listened to Song Qingshu's sword light, and the extremely slow sword practice method came suddenly. Song Qingshu suddenly sped up, the wrist holding the sword flicked, and Pingkong held up a sword flower in front of him, and it was like a thunder in the flat ground, and the sword roared in the sky. The flying snow in the sky was slightly shocked, and then he saw the sword shadow in the sky suddenly appear, and Song Qingshu completely lost his figure and disappeared in the dense sword shadow.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed to be a breath. It seemed to be another hour, a cyan sword light. Like a long rainbow through the sun, suddenly breaking out of the sky!

The cyan sword light roared away like a match, unobstructed all the way, and everywhere it passed, the flying snow disappeared in an instant, and the courtyard wall was also unspared, and it collapsed with a bang.

The sword light was castrated, and the sound of the courtyard wall falling to the ground in the air still did not dissipate, and the snowflakes in that area still condensed, and then they fell one after another.

Dangdangdang

A clear and ethereal bell rang throughout the entire Wudang Sect, Song Qingshu's eyes moved slightly, and his originally calm state of mind also rippled.

At the end of the year, this moment began.

Song Qingshu slowly put away the long sword in his hand, and sighed, if he could stay in that realm for a little longer, his shadowless sword technique would improve even more.

Yes, it is the shadowless sword method, not the soft cloud sword method, the human law of the earth, the earth law of the sky, the heaven law of the Tao, and the Tao of nature. Today, Song Qingshu watched the snow and practiced the sword with feelings, blessed to the soul, and once again entered a state of epiphany. Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky and seemingly everywhere, Song Qingshu suddenly thought of his shadowless swordsmanship, but it was not easy to really integrate his feelings into his swordsmanship, fortunately, Song Qingshu had the experience of having an epiphany of Rouyun swordsmanship, so he immediately used it first, so, not arrogant, not impatient, not slow, but in line with the state of mind of being good at home, and finally had an epiphany of the shadowless swordsmanship.

"Master, the end of the year is about to begin, we" Just when Song Qingshu sighed a little with regret, Zhou Zhiruo's voice came from outside the small courtyard.

Originally, Zhou Zhiruo came happily and wanted to call his master with him, but when he came to the small courtyard, it seemed that there was a fierce battle here, and even the courtyard wall collapsed.

"Master, this, this is," Zhou Zhiruo stammered, pointing to the collapsed courtyard wall.

I am fortunate to have it, I have lost my life, and it is already a blessing to invite heaven to have an epiphany, so why force it again?

Song Qingshu shook his head, put the regret in his heart behind, looked in the direction of Zhou Zhiruo's finger, and smiled slightly, "It was accidentally collapsed when I was practicing." ”

After Song Qingshu explained, he said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Okay, wait a minute, call someone to repair it, the year-end competition has begun, let's go." ”

Saying that, Song Qingshu walked in the direction of Zixiao Palace first.

"Oh, oh. Zhou Zhiruo saw Song Qingshu's figure gradually moving away, so she reacted and hurriedly followed, but she couldn't stop marveling in her heart.

At this time, the sky was already bright, Song Qingshu took Zhou Zhiruo to the square in front of Zixiao Palace, and when he looked up, the huge square was already crowded.

Although there were only about 100 disciples who were able to participate in the year-end competition, the number of disciples who came to watch was ten times larger, and the entire square was crowded.

A tall ring has been erected in the square, and there is also a sightseeing platform next to it, on which there are seven chairs in the center, which is obviously the location of the Wudang Seven Heroes. Next to them, there was a place a little back, which was obviously reserved for Song Qingshu, after all, Song Qingshu was a disciple of the head of Wudang.

"Senior brother is here. ”

"Big brother. ”

"I've seen Big Brother. ”

Seeing Song Qingshu walking over with Zhou Zhiruo, the disciples in the square hurriedly saluted.

Song Qingshu returned the salute one by one, took Zhou Zhiruo all the way without stopping, went straight to the sightseeing platform, sat in his place, and Zhou Zhiruo stood behind Song Qingshu.

"Senior brother is here, I didn't expect this year-end competition, senior brother also participated, I must take a good look. ”

"But no, Senior Brother hasn't participated in the year-end competition for a long time, this is the first year-end competition he has participated in since he was made the head disciple, we must show it well. ”

"I heard that the senior brother's martial arts are superb, even compared to the seventh uncle, the sixth uncle is not too reckless. ”

"It's not that I don't want to let it go, I heard that Senior Brother is even more powerful than Seventh Senior Uncle. ”

Seeing Song Qingshu sitting on the sightseeing platform, the disciples in the audience were discussing.

"The boss has arrived. At this moment, a shout sounded in everyone's ears, and the field was quiet, and they all looked towards Zixiao Palace, and saw Song Yuanqiao leading everyone out.