The same white clothes!

The same pale complexion, bloodless!

No wonder Song Qingshu would say the name of the little dragon girl in one mouth, but Song Qingshu took a closer look and saw the wet long black hair behind the woman in white, and knew that she was green and not a little dragon girl.

"I found some clothes in a stone room just now, so I changed them", a soft and tactful voice floated, and Yang Qingru asked with interest: "Who is the little dragon girl?"

Song Qingshu was slightly stunned, his thoughts were flying, and for a moment, he said quietly: "She is the owner of this ancient tomb, and my ancestors have a great relationship with her."

"What origin?", Yang Qingru stared at Song Qingshu thoughtfully, his eyes like hooks.

If you say too much, you will lose, Song Qingshu secretly recited a sentence, and immediately, sighed and said: "The predecessors are sheltered, and the descendants take advantage of the cold, I don't know the specific origin, but the ancestors have passed down from generation to generation and said that the descendants who meet Yang Guo Xiaolongnu in the future should be treated with courtesy." ”

After a pause, Song Qingshu continued: "As for the situation of this ancient tomb, it is also what the ancestors said, if the family is in danger, you can come here to learn divine skills and protect yourself."

Speaking of this, Song Qingshu showed a sad expression on his face just right, but he didn't say any more, as if he remembered something sad.

Yang Qingru heard "If the family is in danger, you can go here to learn magic skills and protect yourself", and saw Song Qingshu's sad face, and he made up in his mind a picture of the family being broken and a teenager fleeing in a hurry. As if he had thought of something, his eyes were not as cold as before, but softened slightly, and he did not continue to ask.

Song Qingshu thought that the things in his baggage were already wet, and he was afraid that if he didn't deal with it, he would lose the medicinal effect, so he said to Yang Qingru: "Let's go look for it first, see if there are any cooking tools here, and then go find something else after eating." After speaking, Song Qingshu added: "There are many institutions here, you better be careful."

After saying that, the two of them walked forward in thin steps. I don't know why, the ancient tomb is very well ventilated, and it doesn't have the obscure and stuffy feeling that Song Qingshu thought.

After looking for a while, Yang Qing really found a stone room, the stone room was very simple, but the bottles and cans were unexpectedly complete, and there was a pile of firewood around.

Song Qingshu stared at the ashes under the fire, faintly uneasy.

Someone has been here!

This firewood and this ash may have been left by someone who came, and Song Qingshu judged from the degree of the ash that the person who came should have been a year ago. Thinking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but worry, he didn't have time to read it in a hurry just now, is the Nine Yin True Scripture still on the stone wall?

After thinking about it for a while, Song Qingshu forcibly let go of the troubles in his heart, after all, he was not in a hurry at this time, and took out the tiger treasure, snake gallbladder and various medicinal materials for soup stained with water from his baggage, Song Qingshu found a soup pot the size of a casserole and began to process these medicinal materials.

In his previous life, he followed his father into the mountains to hunt, Song Qingshu naturally knew how to deal with some ingredients, although Song Qingshu's cooking skills were not ingenious, but he could also live up to the ingredients.

Martial arts cultivation is important for qi and blood. Therefore, it can be seen that under the condition of equal strength, a person's momentum is at its peak in middle age, and his qi and blood are gradually weakened in old age, and his strength declines.

And treasures such as tiger treasures and snake gall bladders, if handled properly, can increase qi and blood and reach a higher level! I am afraid that today's rickety old man is also fighting this idea.

And what Song Qingshu wants to do today is dragon and tiger soup. There should be no dragons in the world, but snakes can be used instead.

Good soup needs to be simmered slowly and carefully boiled. Song Qingshu controlled the fire, slowly adding firewood and fire, and an hour passed, and the stone room was full of fragrance.

Yang Qingru, who had left quietly and said that he was going to go around the ancient tomb, also appeared on time at this moment, saving Song Qingshu from looking for someone everywhere.

Song Qingshu took out two bowls, filled one bowl first, put it aside, and ate it himself, regardless of Yang Qingru.

Yang Qingru hesitated for a moment, picked up the bowl, and took a sip gently.

"This soup is made of tiger treasure and snake gall bladder, called dragon and tiger soup, maybe the fire is a little heavy, you pay attention to yourself. When Yang Qingru was about to take a second sip, Song Qingshu's voice floated over gently. Yang Qingru paused for a moment, continued to take a sip, and was silent.

It's hot and hot. At this time, Song Qingshu's first feeling when he drank the soup.

Song Qingshu hurriedly ran Wudang Jiuyang Gong. The real Jiuyang Divine Skill's internal force is endless, surging, vast and vast for thousands of miles, and it can remove dark wounds, but Wudang Jiuyang Gong only intercepted a fragment of Jiuyang Divine Skill, although it has been improved by Zhang Sanfeng, it cannot be endless, but it is more than enough to remove some simple secret wounds.

When driving Wudang Jiuyang Gong, Song Qingshu's displaced heart moved, and Song Qingshu snorted very weakly, enduring the pain, and was still silent on the surface. With a cup of tea, the medicinal power of the Dragon and Tiger Soup was exhausted, and Song Qingshu's injuries were almost healed.

Another bowl. After more than a month of stealth and today's fierce fights, Song Qingshu felt that he had touched that barrier.

Martial arts cultivation begins with the soil. The current Song Qingshu can only be regarded as a shrimp in the rivers and lakes that does not enter the stream.

And the huge rivers and lakes divide all the masters into three classes: third-rate, second-rate, and first-class.

First-class masters are extremely rare, such as the current Demon Sect Light Left Envoy Yang Xiao and Bright Right Envoy Fan Yao are first-class masters. There are slightly more second-rate masters, and they are also extremely important in the sect, such as Wudang Seven Heroes, Blue Bat King Wei Yixiao and others. There are many more third-rate masters, and Song Qingshu estimates that the "Song Qingshu" in the middle and late stages of the original book has also reached this point.

And now Song Qingshu feels that he can faintly break through the barrier and jump from being a third-rate master from entering the stream.

His eyes swept over Yang Qingru, thinking that if she hadn't saved her life, I was afraid that she would have died in Huangquan, so Song Qingshu didn't care about her, and sat cross-legged at the moment.

This time, Song Qingshu felt that his internal force moved extremely naturally, and carried Zhou Tian in his body.

Song Qingshu's eyes slowly closed. Subsequently, the breathing that had been rapid gradually became steady and long......

One after another warm and peaceful internal force flowed quietly in Song Qingshu's body, and the medicinal power of Dragon and Tiger Soup was also absorbed and tempered by Song Qingshu little by little, absorbed, tempered, and so on.

I don't know how long it took!

Halfway through, Song Qingshu drank a few bowls of dragon and tiger soup, and as the last trace of medicinal power was exhausted, the internal force flowing in the body followed the operation of the meridians, and finally poured into the twelve canons.

With this suddenly strengthened internal force, the twelve canons, which were originally as immovable as a mountain, finally began to waver.

Song Qingshu felt this idea condensed, and hurriedly accelerated the operation of the internal force.

With the acceleration of the speed of internal force, the internal force that was slowly flowing in the meridians seemed to be being pulled, like ten thousand currents converging, condensing into a ball, and surging rapidly towards the Twelve Orthodox.

At the same time, a huge pain erupted from the dantian, surging to stimulate Song Qingshu's nerves, like ten thousand ants devouring his heart, the cold sweat on Song Qingshu's forehead kept dripping.

Ignoring the severe pain in his heart, Song Qingshu was like a general who sent troops to deploy the formation, guiding the internal force to blast towards the Twelve Serious Ones.

His heart was agitated and he was in severe pain, which made Song Qingshu tremble. Yang Qingru, who was on the side, had already stood silently on the side, helping Song Qingshu protect the Fa.

Song Qingshu had no distractions, and the effect was also extremely amazing, the twelve veins of the canon had been opened up nearly eight or nine times out of ten, and only the last two were crumbling.

However, as the internal force ran along the meridians that had been opened up for a week, Song Qingshu felt that the internal force in his body was increasing instead of decreasing, and the originally thin internal force became thick again.

Silently feeling the gradually filling internal force, Song Qingshu's eyes were absolutely clear, and he immediately made a decision, and then tried his best to control those internal forces, bringing them together, and finally converging into a surging momentum, rushing towards the last two meridians that had not yet been opened.

A thousand horses sweep the river!

The wind swept the leaves!

"Boom", finally, the twelve canons were all opened, Song Qingshu's body shook slightly, at the same time, like a long encounter with nectar, the original obscure twelve canons bubbled out of the internal force, as the internal force filled the twelve canons, Song Qingshu was refreshed.

So far, he has finally squeezed from a small shrimp that does not enter the stream to the level of a third-rate master!

Song Qingshu's eyes opened suddenly, and his gaze swept away, and the momentum was amazing, compared to before, it was like two people.

Yang Qingru, who had been protecting Song Qingshu next to him, slowly retreated at this time, and the wind was calm.

Song Qingshu glanced at her with great gratitude, he should have thought of something, strode forward, suddenly held Yang Qingru's hand, and said, "Go, I'll take you to find the Nine Yin True Scripture"!