Under a sea of clouds piled up by a row of clouds, Wudang Mountain stands tall and tall.

A Taoist boy, wearing a green shirt and a Taoist coat, holding a spear in his hand, stretching, stabbing, splitting, and picking, on the practice platform, waving non-stop. The spear was in his hand, as if he were lucky like a dragon.

That Dao Tong's face was immature and delicate, but he was only eleven or twelve years old, but he refused to slack off in this practice.

The boy stretched out his right hand, grabbed the middle of the gun, shook his left hand, and held his right hand overhang, this spear was like a spirit possessed, and it turned into a green snake and strung around like a winding lightning across the sky, the spear swung in an arc, and the boy turned over and jumped lightly, and pressed the gun down.

"Smack" spear slap on the bluestone slab.

This Qingnan wooden spear was full of elasticity, Dao Tong's eyes were sharp, and taking advantage of the force of this rebound, Huo Ran stabbed the spear upwards obliquely.

"Whoosh", the spear pierced the air with a sound.

"Good marksmanship, but Qingshu, it's not that I said you, if you don't practice with a good sword, what kind of gun are you going to play. I miss you, Uncle Yin, I was back then, a gentleman's sword, fluttering in the rivers and lakes, ......", at this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the hall next to the practice platform, and said loudly.

The man was dressed in a white Taoist robe, and the rust on the suit had the pattern of Tai Chi Bagua, which was mediocre and peaceful.

Since Zhang Sanfeng started a sect on Wudang Mountain, Wudang has become famous, and there is a faint tendency to drive away with Shaolin Temple. And because the Wudang Seven Heroes often go down the mountain to eliminate evil and promote good, and the Shaolin monks do not come out of the temple, so Wudang's reputation on the rivers and lakes is higher than that of Shaolin. The Wudang faction is relatively late, the foundation is still shallow, and the first son is only two generations today. The first generation of disciples, such as Song Yuanqiao and others, can be independent, and the second generation of disciples, such as Song Qingshu, are still very immature and lack of experience in the rivers and lakes.

This person is none other than the Six Heroes of Wudang - Yin Tingli. And this white Taoist uniform is the symbol of the first generation of disciples of Wudang, and the second generation of disciples of Wudang are wearing simple green shirts or white shirts.

Song Qingshu made a move "White Crane goes west", put away the gun and stood up, looking calm: "The grass is bearing its seeds, the wind is shaking the leaves of the flowers, it's not that Tai Chi is self-contained, everything goes naturally, I like guns and use guns, why do you want to persuade me again, Uncle Six?"

Yin Liting shook his head: "This is different, my Wudang boxing technique, swordsmanship, and even light skills are also first-class existences in the rivers and lakes, but marksmanship...... Hey", Yin Liting sighed and continued: "Looking at the entire rivers and lakes, who has reached the peak with a spear?"

Song Qingshu smiled lightly, snorted, and changed the topic: "Sixth uncle, has that matter been discussed?"

Yin Liting's face was solemn, and he said, "No."

Song Qingshu was unmoved, as if he had expected it.

Yin Liting saw Song Qingshu pretending to be old, and sighed secretly: Big brother is really good, making things so stiff.

"Sixth Uncle Yin, have you started eating?", Song Qingshu followed closely behind Yin Liting.

"Well, it's time to eat. ”

"My dad is still going to treat Brother Zhang tonight?"

Yin Liting, who was leading the front, paused and nodded.

Behind him, Song Qingshu's eyes flickered.

......

The evening clouds were like the face of a twenty-eight girl, crimson.

Song Qingshu quietly swept the burden on the bed and was silent.

There is nothing in the baggage, the red tassel gun head, and the two Qingnan gun bodies.

And silence is waiting.

Outside the window, the moon is piercing through the sea of clouds, and the sky is getting dark.

Tonight, Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao and others want to expel the cold poison from Zhang Wuji, and no one else will take care of him.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and it is the time to go out!

Song Qingshu tied the bag with one hand, put it on his shoulder, and with his familiarity with Wudang Mountain, the crane flew and leaped, and after a while, he walked out of the mountain gate and came to the path down the mountain.

Song Qingshu stayed for a moment, and did not go down the mountain along the path, but jumped to the left and ran into the dense forest.

"The trail is made of stone slabs, and all the way down is the market at the foot of Wudang Mountain. There are inns and fast horses in the bazaar, but it is by no means a place where I can stay." Ignoring the coldness of the leaves sweeping in the dense forest, Song Qingshu secretly thought.

"It's a huge Wudang Mountain, and the cost is huge, if no one is secretly running it, how can it support the eating and drinking of the Ju faction?"

"Then the market under the mountain, at least most of it is Wudang's industry, and there will be many people at that time, and I am afraid that my whereabouts will be exposed."

"And my journey along the mountain will be unexpected, and besides, in the mountains and forests, it is not easy to find someone who deliberately hides his tracks."

In a few breaths, Song Qingshu had already galloped hundreds of meters.

The moonlight is shining brightly, illuminating the road ahead.

Then, step forward.

On Wudang Mountain, in Zhang Sanfeng's room, purple gas is permeated.

The one in the center, apparently a boy of eight or nine years old, was pale and sweaty as a bean on his forehead.

Yin Liting was the most upright among the Wudang Seven Heroes, and couldn't help asking: "Master, is Wuji still saved?"

Zhang Sanfeng is old, with a fluttering white beard, but he does not see the old state, and he sees the demeanor of the grandmaster. He looked at Zhang Wuji, who was about to faint, and did not answer, but said sharply: "The second elder of Xuan Ming is too vicious."

"This yin poison gradually penetrates into the five internal organs of Wuji, and it is difficult to get rid of it with external force", after speaking, Zhang Sanfeng also sighed lightly, "Stop work first"

Everyone received the decree and transported back their internal forces. Zhang Wuji suffered another burst of severe pain, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't bear it, and raised his hand to shoot at the faint point behind Zhang Wuji's head.

With a cold snort, Zhang Wuji was relieved, fainted and fell asleep.

The purple qi in the room gradually dissipated, "In a few days, I will pass on Wuji Wudang Jiuyang Gong, I don't know if I can restrain this yin poison", Zhang Sanfeng hugged Zhang Wuji on the bed and said.

Everyone looked unbearable, sad, and sighing.

"Stand down, Yuanqiao, you stay"

The remaining six people nodded and retreated, and only Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Sanfeng were left in the house.

Song Yuanqiao arched his hand and said, "Master, what do you have to say?"

"Someone walked down the mountain when he was healing Wuji before, you go and check to see if it is a secret agent of the two elders of Xuan Ming."

Song Yuanqiao was shocked when he heard this, his expression was uneasy, and he hurriedly said, "Yes, Master"

After speaking, Song Yuanqiao hurriedly retreated and walked out of the room, all kinds of thoughts flashed in Song Yuanqiao's mind, and he couldn't help but think of what Yin Liting told him.

"Qingshu", "Qingshu", Song Yuanqiao strode like flying, and walked to Song Qingshu's residence in a few steps, and the house was pitch black.

After screaming a few more times, no one answered, Song Yuanqiao pushed the door open, and the house was empty.

The mattress was very clean, so concise that Song Yuanqiao saw a letter on it at a glance.

Song Yuanqiao slowly opened the letter, his face gradually turned pale, and the letter read: Sixth uncle, I have left, don't worry.

"Bastard!", Song Yuanqiao crumpled the letter into a ball.

After half a ring, Song Yuanqiao said coldly: "Where do you think you can go again?" With a flick of his long sleeves, Song Yuanqiao walked out of the room.

I don't know when, a man in black came out of the night outside the house.

"You go down the mountain and see where Song Qingshu has gone, and if you can, knock him out and bring him back," Song Yuanqiao ordered.

The man in black replied, "Ahhh

The mountains around the Wudang Mountains and forests stretch and the peaks stand up, and behind them is the vast Shennongjia primeval forest. In the dense forest, there was always the sound of "brushing", Song Qingshu walked for nearly two hours, came to the foot of Wudang Mountain, but there was another hill in front of him, all the way north along the mountain, and finally he could reach the destination.

Time is pressing, and it is a matter of urgency, otherwise he would not have run away from home. Now Zhang Sanfeng is healing Zhang Wuji's injuries, or he will take Zhang Wuji to Shaolin Temple to borrow Shaolin Jiuyang Gong soon. After that, Zhang Wuji met Zhou Zhiruo for the first time, strayed into the Butterfly Valley, and went to the top of the light...... Step by step to the pinnacle of life, Jiuyang miraculous skills, superb medical skills, and pink beauty...... All of them were in his pocket.

And "Song Qingshu", the first person of Miao Zhenggenhong's second-generation disciple of Wudang, was first defeated by Zhang Wuji, who had lost his strength, with a great shift on the top of the light, and then because of his infatuation with Zhou Zhiruo, he was instigated by Chen Youliang and deceived the teacher to destroy his ancestors, and finally his skull was broken by Yu Lianzhou, and he was carried back to Wu when he was dying

when, he was hit in the chest by Zhang Sanfeng with a palm, his heart was concussed, and he died of exhaustion.

There are always such supporting characters in Jin Yong's novels, and they are always hidden under the halo of the protagonist.

Tianlong Nan Murong, Condor Ouyang Ke, and Yitian Song Qingshu are such supporting roles, compared to the heinous criminals, their experiences can't help but make people pity.

What was wrong with Murong Fu? He was weighed down by an impossible great cause of restoring the country, lost his cousin Wang Yuyan, who had been following him, lost everything, and finally went crazy.

How sad is Ouyang Ke? fell in love with someone who didn't love him, even if Huang Rong broke his legs with a stone, he didn't scream, for fear that Ouyang Feng, who had been chasing all the way, would find Huang Rong.

Song Qingshu is often different? made bad friends by mistake, fell in love with Zhou Zhiruo by mistake, and finally fell into the abyss step by step, and in the ending of the "triptych version", his nominal "wife" Zhou Zhiruo is still entangled with Zhang Wuji.

"There are many disasters in the face, and the damage to friends often harms people", Song Qingshu said secretly.

This goes ahead, and the rivers and lakes are uneven.