After walking another mile or two, Song Qingshu was also a little physically exhausted. The mountains in the area of Shennongjia are towering, and most of the hills are unknown, but Song Qingshu is sure that he has now walked out of Wudang Mountain.

Song Qingshu swept the gloom of the surrounding woods, found a big tree with branches that looked hard and strong, immediately lifted the longitudinal ladder, jumped lightly, jumped on one of its branches, hung the burden aside, and reached out to pull a few forks, tied a dead knot with each other, and a simple hammock was completed.

Open the baggage, the flat head of the spear is tied with a red tassel, the head is buckwheat-shaped, the back is high, the blade is thin, the head is pointed, and there is a blood groove on the back of the spear head, if it pierces the human body, I am afraid it is a blood hole.

Song Qingshu took out the barrel of Qingnan's gun, groped with both hands, and inserted it with the head of the gun, and a seven-foot spear appeared in his hand.

Holding the spear in his hand, Song Qingshu couldn't help but blur his gaze, and his thoughts were flying.

This Song Qingshu is not the other Song Qingshu, time and space are chaotic for seven hundred years, and his real name should be Yang Ge.

"If there is an enemy to attack, it must be Yangge", in the nineties, there was a year in the northeast of the Great Xing'an Mountains where the snow closed the mountain, Yang Ge's father held a spear, pointing directly at the fierce hungry tiger, and said to the little Yang Ge behind him.

Yang Ge has made a good gun since he was a child, and in fact, his ancestors have been hunters for generations, and their ancestors have made a good gun for generations. When people's awareness of wildlife reporting gradually increases, it is undeniable that Yang Ge is difficult to solve even his own food and clothing, relying on himself to make the gun foundation good, Yang Ge first became a security guard and then mixed with the society, and finally had a small profit, but ......

All kinds of things in his previous life came to mind, Yang Ge smiled, that fat man, that brother, I'm afraid that they are also bad friends, otherwise at that celebration banquet, no one leaked secrets, how could he be found by a dead enemy?

"It's all a mistake and a bad friend", Yang Ge couldn't help but say: "You and I are really sympathetic."

The time was not early, Yang Ge didn't think too much about it, took the gun into his arms, pillowed the moonlight, and slowly fell asleep.

I don't know how long it has been?

In the dream, it was gray.

In a trance, Song Qingshu saw a four- or five-year-old child, under the rules and precepts of the Wudang faction, doing boring morning classes day after day.

That was Song Qingshu when he was a child? Song Qingshu walked forward, and then, the style of painting changed.

The child grew up slowly, and in the Wudang Hall, the child broke Zhang Sanfeng's teacup, and was at a loss, when a person walked in from the main entrance, it was Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao's face was stern, and he had a straight face: "Clean up by yourself, kneel, and don't get up until dinner." With that, he turned around and strode away.

The huge hall leaves a small figure of a child.

Again, Song Qingshu found that it was on the practice platform. It should have been after a long time of playing, Xiao Tong knocked the disciples of the same generation to the ground with one palm, and for a while, there was a lot of noise, and Xiao Tong raised his head and looked at Song Yuanqiao.

"The strength is too heavy, I don't know the proportion", in front of everyone, Song Yuanqiao threw out these eight words.

How many times, how many times, the child worked diligently, just in exchange for Song Yuanqiao's praise? How many times, how many times, the child waved the sword in his hand, just in exchange for a smile from Song Yuanqiao?

No, nothing. There are reprimands, criticisms, and punishments, but there is no trace of permission.

He has complaints, and any disciple can get his father to follow him and speak softly.

Why did his father always turn a blind eye to his efforts?

The last scene of the picture is a familiar scene for Yang Ge. In Song Qingshu's room, Song Qingshu deliberately contracted the wind cold, and waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Song Yuanqiao's cold to warm up, and he was dying and was reborn by Yang Ge.

Wind and cold do not kill, and heartbreak can teach people to die!

In his sleep, Yang Ge muttered to himself: "In this life, I, Yang Ge, am Song Qingshu, let me complete your regrets"

At this time, wisps of black smoke overflowed from Song Qingshu's body, forming a human face, which stagnated for a while and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Nothing was said all night.

Song Qingshu's right hand shook slightly, and the Qingnan gun stabbed forward with a "whoosh".

The strange thing is that the trajectory of the gun is a curve, the spear is bent like a bow, the head of the gun trembles, and the body of the gun is shocked, and the speed of the forward shot is better. "Leverage strength"!

With a "boom", the air was stabbed out of a cyclone, Song Qingshu was unmoved, put away the gun, and stabbed out. Put away the gun, stab again.

"Moon stick, year knife, a lifetime of guns", as Yin Liting said, it is indeed not easy to practice a spear, to use a spear well, it will take several years to use the basic skills alone, and the stabbing gun is just the most basic action, Song Qingshu has to do a hundred sets every day.

And with each thorn, the body of the spear moves like a swimming snake.

Song Qingshu's eyes were like torches, as if he was doing whatever he wanted today, and every time he swung his gun, he was wanton and comfortable. Like, as if this body really belonged to him.

Then try this trick, Song Qingshu's heart beats.

The gun was retracted obliquely, standing upright, and Song Qingshu stood still. But in fact, it can be found that Song Qingshu's right hand muscles are beating regularly, one by one, one up and down, this force is transmitted to the body of Qingnan's gun, causing the gun to shake slightly, and between the shaking, there is a certain rhythm.

Left and right, up and down, stretching and relaxing, under the control of Song Qingshu, the body of the gun swings very regularly, which is accumulating strength. Thousands of waves are stacked, one wave is better than another, the breeze is blowing, and Song Qingshu is motionless.

In a matter of moments, the gun moved at a moment's notice.

The spear disappeared like a cloud.

"Red", the spear suddenly appeared, stabbing on a green tree.

"Wow, wow, wow", Aoki is like a collapsed mountain. Slip down!

Song Qingshu's fortune closed the gun, his face was tired, it can be said that this shot exhausted all of Song Qingshu's internal strength.

At this moment, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel alarmed. Without hesitation, Song Qingshu fell to the right side, and immediately, he felt a chill in his back, and a sharp pain struck.

"Oh", Song Qingshu snorted, his hand movements did not decrease, and he stabbed his head behind him without looking back.

"Bang", the spear shook, Song Qingshu took advantage of the situation to get up, and the attacker was a colorful miscellaneous tiger. The colorful tiger head is large and round, the fur color is yellow-brown, white stripes are mixed, and when the blood basin is opened, there is a rotten gas overflowing, and there is a trace of blood stains on its front paws.

Blood is Song Qingshu's blood! Regardless of the pain behind him, Song Qingshu stared at Huang Hu closely.

"The giant tiger struck just now, and I didn't realize it until the last moment, and its speed is very likely to be very fast."

"And I ran out of internal strength just now when I practiced the gun, so it's very likely that I won't be able to outrun it."

"Frontal grappling, with the sharpness of the weapon, there is a glimmer of life!", in an instant, Song Qingshu had a clear mind, his eyes were as calm as water, and he confronted the Yellow Tiger like this.

Huang Hu raised his front paws and rubbed restlessly on the ground, leaving claw marks, obviously a little restless. After going back and forth like this several times, it seemed to be annoyed and angry in the mountains and forests of Huzhen. "Hew", the yellow color yellow roared wildly in an attempt to scare Song Qingshu away.

Song Qingshu is not a mountain wolf or a wild deer, taking the opportunity, Song Qingshu's footsteps turned outward, and the spear stabbed out.

"So fast!", the gun shot out like an arrow, and the distracted Huang Hu actually had time to poke out his left claw.

"Bang", the spear that pierced the tiger's throat was touched by the tiger's claw, "Z", the gun was collected, and there was a small hole between the yellow tiger's neck.

Song Qingshu's tone changed slightly, and the speed of the yellow tiger surprised Song Qingshu, he didn't kill with one blow.

At this moment, the yellow tiger with blood pouring into the blood, with a hideous face, a fierce beast on the verge of death, is even more terrifying.

There was no other reason, the colorful yellow tiger was no longer deadlocked, but pounced directly, and the beast's eyes were dying and struggling madness.

"Kick, kick, kick", Song Qingshu hurriedly retreated, and at the same time the spear flicked upward.

The Yellow Tiger's body skyrocketed, and his speed was faintly one point faster than before.

Falling to the ground, dust is everywhere, and the tail is swept.

It's the tail of the tiger that sweeps!

Wolf waist, tiger back, chicken belly, crested pig belly, leopard tail. The leopard's tail is indestructible, most people have heard of the tiger's back and bear's waist, but they don't know that the tiger and leopard are close relatives, the leopard's tail is like a steel whip, and where will the tiger's tail go?

The tiger tail intersected with the gun, Song Qingshu felt a huge numbness in his right hand, and the Qingnan wooden gun came out of his hand, and the spear was shaken up by the yellow tiger more than eight meters high, and the head of the gun glowed in the air. And now Song Qingshu is unarmed, and Huang Hu is close at hand. The smell of blood filled the air, and there was silence all around.

Song Qingshu's eyes were still calm, the wound on his back was bloody and naked in the air, as if it was mixed with alcohol, the skin of his right hand was filed off a small piece, the internal strength of his whole body was exhausted, and every cell in Song Qingshu's body felt tired.

"Bang bang bang", it's the heart beating.

Empress Song Qing Shucang retreated, and the blood under the neck of the yellow tiger was still flowing, falling on the yellow earth with a drop of drops, gelling into gray-brown clods.

Tear him apart, Huang Hu only has this one thought!

Song Qingshu, who was retreating, staggered, not knowing whether he made a mistake in his busy work or tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.

And the yellow tiger leaped in. Without hesitation, Huang Hu opened his huge mouth, and Song Qingshu swooped left and right, still struggling to the death. The tiger's yellowed teeth are extremely sharp.

"Poof", blood splattered.

A few drops of blood crossed the scarlet trajectory and landed on Song Qingshu's face, which was extremely weird.