Chapter 3 Zixiao Palace's birthday

"Boom Boom ......"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the room, which brought Song Qingshu, who was sitting on the bed, back to his senses. He rolled his eyes to the door. Before he could figure out how to answer, the person knocking on the door outside had already spoken: "Senior Brother Song, have you woken up? Today is the 100th birthday of Master Zu, all the disciples will gather in Zixiao Palace, the time is almost up, you get up quickly!"

What made Song Qingshu strange was that he had never heard this voice, but it felt very familiar, and as soon as he heard this voice, a person's name and appearance naturally appeared in his mind. Obviously, this should be the corresponding person outside the door.

This person's name was Xuguzi, and the appearance that appeared in his mind was a young Taoist priest in a Taoist robe, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although he is older than Song Qingshu, who made him a disciple of Uncle Yu San, and he is the son of Song Yuanqiao, so he can only be his own junior brother.

"Senior Brother Song!" Seeing that there was no answer inside, the people outside the door knocked on the door again and called.

"I'm awake, you go first, I'll be fine for a while!" The shouting outside the door kept coming, and Song Qingshu had to speak first.

"Okay, then you hurry up, don't go too late and let the master scold, I'll go first!" said the man outside the door, and turned to leave.

Listening to the footsteps in the distance, Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief and planned to get up and dress.

At this time, he completely came back to his senses, Song Qingshu looked around, then walked to the cabinet on the east side of the wall, and turned out a white robe to change into. Then I walked to the mirror and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, it was a good skin, although it was still small, but it was also visible, but I saw that the eyebrows were clear, and the handsomeness was with three points of grandeur.

Song Qingshu tidied up his clothes, then tied his belt, and then picked up his robe and put it on again. Although he cannot say that he has no research on ancient clothes at all, it is only on paper. It should have taken a lot of effort to wear this completely unfamiliar clothes, but he had a sense of familiarity when he did it, and everything was natural, without a trace of stumbling at all.

However, he was a little distracted when he did this, as if he was caught in some kind of situation. When he came back to his senses and looked at himself in the mirror, he found that he was already fully dressed, and a handsome Taoist priest with a tall posture and a bit of fairy wind and bones appeared in the mirror.

Song Qingshu tidied up a few slightly messy strands of hair, turned around and picked up a wooden hairpin from the table, held the hairpin with one hand in front of the mirror, and held the hairpin in the other, inserting it into the center. There was also a sheathed long sword leaning on the table, Song Qingshu reached out and picked it up, and there was a sense of familiarity when he started it.

Gently rubbing the hilt of the sword, Song Qingshu took it to his eyes and looked at the two small characters engraved on the wooden hilt. Those two small characters are the word "Wudang".

"Knort"

Song Qingshu returned the sword to the sheath, hung it on his waist, opened the door, looked at the direction, and went straight to Zixiao Palace.

"Senior Brother Song"

"Big Brother"

Along the way, all the Wudang disciples who met Song Qingshu stopped to say hello to Song Qingshu and let him go first.

Song Qingshu didn't have anything to do with it, he just nodded when he met it, after all, Song Qingshu was like this before.

In Zixiao Palace.

An old man wearing a Tai Chi gossip robe sat high in front of the hall, with crane hair and a childish face, and white eyebrows lowered. There were six middle-aged men standing next to him, and one in a wheelchair. Another young woman led a child to the side. Needless to say, this is Zhang Sanfeng and Wudang Seven Heroes, as well as Yin Susu and Zhang Wuji.

Song Qingshu saw these legendary characters in front of the Zixiao Palace, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, and he didn't react for a while.

Song Yuanqiao watched Song Qingshu standing in front of the gate of Zixiao Palace, but he didn't come up to salute, he was really angry. I couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Rebel! ”

This angry rebuke woke up Song Qingshu, who was in deep thought, and looked up at Song Yuanqiao, who was angry at him.

Song Yuanqiao's attitude towards Song Qingshu in his memory is that he has always carried a face, and the title of Song Qingshu is either 'rebel' or 'evil obstacle'. No matter how good Song Qingshu is, he will not encourage him, but will speak sharply.

Therefore, when Song Qingshu watched the Heaven and Dragon Slayer in the past, he was upset with Song Qingshu, and the reason why Song Qingshu would end up in that field later, in Song Qingshu's view, Song Yuanqiao had to pay a large part of the responsibility. After all, 'if you don't raise it, father and son will live'.

So now Song Qingshu has no feelings for Song Yuanqiao, glanced at Song Yuanqiao, Song Qingshu ignored him, walked quickly to the center of the Tang Dynasty, knelt down and saluted Zhang Sanfeng.

"Apprentice Sun Song Qingshu congratulated Master Taifu on the long flowing water of the East China Sea, and his longevity was better than the old pine of Nanshan. ”

Song Yuanqiao saw that Song Qingshu actually ignored him, and he couldn't help but get angry, and his mouth was like an angry reprimand.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and smiled slightly, "Okay, Qingshu, hurry up." ”

"Master Xie. Then he saluted the Wudang Seven Heroes and Yin Susu, and Zuihou stood beside Zhang Sanfeng with his hands.

Although everyone was a little strange about Song Qingshu's performance today, they didn't think much about it, everyone chatted on the side, waiting for the people who came to congratulate.

Soon a Taoist boy came in and presented a name post.

Song Yuanqiao took it. Zhang Songxi's eyes were quick, and he wrote on the post: "Kunlun Houxue He Taichong led his disciples to congratulate Zhang Zhen's life than Nanshan." He exclaimed: "The head of Kunlun has personally come to pay homage to the master." When will he arrive in the Central Plains?"

Mo Shenggu asked, "Is Mrs. He here?" He Taichong's wife, Ban Shuxian, is his senior sister, and I heard that martial arts are not under the head of Kunlun.

Zhang Songxi said: "Mrs. He is not written on the name post. ”

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Regardless of whether he and his wife came or not, I heard that Mr. Tieqin rarely came to Middle-earth, because he knew Lao Dao's birthday." When you go and greet you in person. At that moment, he led six disciples and went out.

Song Qingshu followed. I saw that Mr. Tieqin He Taichong was not very old, wearing a yellow shirt, his expression was very elegant, and the weather was peaceful, as if he was a famous and decent generation of sect masters. Behind him stood eight male and female disciples, including Xihuazi and Wei Siniang. Mrs. He rushed to Zhang Sanfeng to salute and congratulate. Zhang Sanfeng thanked him again and again and bowed. Song Yuanqiao and the other six knelt down and kowtowed, and He Taichong also knelt down and bowed back, saying: "The six heroes of Wudang are famous in the world, how can such a big gift be treated?"

Zhang Sanfeng just welcomed He Taichong's master and apprentice into the hall, the guest and the host sat down to offer tea, and a small Taoist boy came in with a name card and handed it to Song Yuanqiao, but it was the five elders of Kongtong who came together. Among the martial arts in the world, Shaolin and Wudang are the most famous, followed by Kunlun and Emei, and followed by the Kongtong faction. The five elders of Kongtong talked about the status of seniority, but they were on an equal footing with Song Yuanqiao.

After the five elders of Kongtong. Then the leaders of the Shenquan Sect, the Haisha Sect, the Giant Whale Gang, the Wushan Sect, and many sects and gangs came to the mountain one after another to worship their birthdays. Song Qingshu stood aside and watched coldly, these people came in the name of celebrating Zhang Sanfeng's birthday, but they actually came for the news of the dragon slaying knife, and now they are smiling and smiling, I am afraid that they will turn their faces and deny people in a while.

However, Song Qingshu didn't remind anything, after all, first, the Wudang Seven Heroes are not fools in the rivers and lakes, so they naturally know that this is unusual, and secondly, they are too young, I am afraid that not only will they have no effect at that time, but they will also provoke Song Yuanqiao's angry reprimand, and thirdly, Song Qingshu still doesn't want to change the original ending, otherwise the world is unpredictable, in case it disrupts the development of history, he will not have the advantage of being a prophet.

At this moment, Song Qingshu saw Zhang Songxi pull Zhang Cuishan and walked to the wing. Immediately understood that this Wudang faction's think tank had seen it, and dragged Zhang Cuishan to discuss countermeasures.

As soon as Zhang Songxi and Zhang Cuishan came out of the inner hall, they all smiled at Yin Liting when they heard the arrival of Emei's disciples. Yin Liting's face was flushed, and his expression was timid. Zhang Cuishan took his hand and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, let's go and greet the VIP." ”

To be honest, Song Qingshu was also very interested in this Emei disciple who had fascinated the two masters of good and evil, Yang Xiao, the left envoy of the Ming Sect, and Yin Liuxia, the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

Emei and his entourage were headed by Master Jingxuan, leading five junior brothers and sisters. Song Qingshu looked around, and the person led by him was in his forties, tall, with a mighty demeanor, although he was a woman, he was half a head taller than ordinary men. Obviously, at this time, Master Jing Xuan. Among the five junior siblings behind her, one is a thin man in his thirties, and two are nuns, one of whom is not much different in age from Master Jingxuan, so he thinks it should be Master Jingxu. The other two were girls in their twenties, and I saw one smiling with her lips pursed and the other beautiful girl with a snow-white complexion and a long figure bowing her head and playing with the corners of her clothes. Looking at Yin Liting's shy and shy look again, he still glanced at it secretly, and at that moment Song Qingshu was sure that it was Ji Xiaofu.

At this time, Ji Xiaofu's younger sister Pei Jinyi coughed loudly. The two of them turned red with shame and turned their heads together. Pei Jinyi burst out laughing and said in a low voice, "Senior sister, this Senior Brother Yin is even more ashamed than you." Suddenly, Ji Xiaofu's body trembled a few times, her face turned pale, and tears were shining in her eyes.

Song Qingshu has been secretly watching Ji Xiaofu since Emei and his party came to the hall, and when he saw his expression change, he knew what was going on. Although Ji Xiaofu's face was pitiful, the pear blossoms brought rain. However, Song Qingshu did not have any sympathy for him.

If she really likes Yin Liting, with Yin Liting's liking for him, even if he is not perfect, he will not dislike him, if he doesn't like Yin Liting, he will directly refuse, with Wudang Famous Sect, he will not do anything to stalk. But Ji Xiaofu not only didn't tell the truth, but also broke off the connection with Yang Xiaorong and gave birth to a daughter, he actually called him unrepentant, where he put Yin Liting and where did he put Wudang, it was really selfish and watery Yang Hua.

Guests from all walks of life came in droves, and it was noon in the blink of an eye. There was absolutely no preparation in the Zixiao Palace, so how could there be any feast? The Huogong Daoist could only send a large bowl of white rice to each person, and spread some green vegetables and tofu on top of the rice. The seven disciples of Wudang sang daoqian. But seeing that everyone was cooking and looking out of the hall door, it seemed that they were waiting for someone.