With a plan in his heart, Song Qingshu didn't care about his physical exhaustion, so he quietly sat cross-legged on the straw mat, and carried the Wudang Jiuyang Gong, so that the slight warm current flowed through the twelve canons that had been washed away by the Soul Shifting Dafa, like a snowball, little by little, little by little......

The healing chapter of the Nine Yin True Scripture and the Bone Forging Chapter of the Book of Changes are really powerful, and the gaps and injuries brought by the retrograde Nine Yin to the Twelve Canons in the past have already been repaired, and after a toss, Song Qingshu feels that there is even a trace of improvement in internal force.

However, Song Qingshu was also secretly vigilant, only by practicing by himself can he know his own affairs, this time it is fortunate that he is still young, and he is just a small third-rate master, and the meridians can only be broken and then stand before they are formed. Just like clay, when it is not formed, you can knead it, and after some firing into porcelain, if you still don't care about it, this porcelain will be broken and never returned.

The principle of the avenue is mysterious and mysterious. Song Qingshu was also very curious about why the Nine Yin True Scripture was able to conquer the heavens and the earth in such a way, but unfortunately, with his current perception, it was indeed difficult to understand.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, early in the morning.

Breathing in the smell of the earthy aroma in the fields and countryside, Song Qingshu made a "carp fight" and got up directly.

Wang Kun had already gone out, Song Qingshu only felt a little hungry in his stomach, and was about to find something to eat, when he saw Wang Kun coming over with a bowl of noodles.

The beggars lived in a farmhouse, eating a big pot of rice, and it was inevitable to queue up when there were many people, in the past, Song Qingshu estimated the time and went a little later, but Wang Kun always went early, but never saw him come back from cooking.

Song Qingshu felt that nine times out of ten, this side was brought for himself. Rao didn't care about it last night, and at this moment, he was still a little apprehensive in his heart.

After all, this is related to the success or failure of the Soul Shifting Dafa!

"You're awake", Wang Kun smiled kindly, and sure enough, he handed over the noodles.

"Let's have something to eat!"

Song Qingshu took the face, and the afterglow swept over Wang Kun's face, Wang Kun's gratitude was sincere and not fake, so he naturally breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the soul transfer Dafa has succeeded.

The noodles are sprinkled with green and crunchy wild onions, and a fragrant fragrance enters the nose. Song Qingshu stirred it with chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of noodles and ate it, and then said to Wang Kun: "Do you want to learn stick with me?"

Wang Kun first let out an incredible "ah", and then, his face seemed to be full of capillaries and veins, and he was about to agree, when he suddenly thought of something, the look between his eyes instantly dimmed, and he said gloomily: "This is the crime of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors"!, the words were more concerned about Song Qingshu.

Obviously, he thought that what Song Qingshu was going to teach him was the method of beating dogs and sticks.

The law in the rivers and lakes is not spread to the outside world, otherwise it will be a great crime to deceive teachers and destroy ancestors. Thinking about it, it turns out that Song Qingshu was slapped by Zhang Sanfeng on the Tianling Gai, and the ending can be seen.

Song Qingshu listened, laughed, and didn't care: "What I taught you is not the stick method of the beggars, so I ask you, do you want to learn?"

It's not about whether you want to or not, but whether you want to. Wang Kun's actions won more trust from Song Qingshu.;

Hearing this, Wang Kun was not hypocritical, and nodded again and again. Then he glanced at Song Qingshu, and wanted to write down this person who saved his life in the tribulation, and now he wants to pass on his martial arts to himself without reservation.

Time, like a knife in the hand of Ku Ding, with a very skillful posture, knife by knife down the gap, mighty and unstoppable shaved off his past.

When begging, Wang Kun never thought once, or just like everyone, get by, give up the unrealistic revenge plan, and spend his life like this.

The more beautiful it used to be, the more heartfelt it is now!

More than once, Wang Kun woke up from his dream and found that he was not in a brocade tent with incense, and there were no people he knew around, and he was hit by a feeling of helplessness in an instant.

At the age of twenty weak crowns, but there are thirty years old, he also thinks that he is old.

It is true that he is going to be old, and he can no longer become a disciple of the four bags, and if he can't learn advanced exercises, he will really be old.

What is the revenge?

Luckily, I met this teenager.

Thinking of this, Wang Kun was a little choked up, and said vaguely: "I ......."

Before he finished speaking, Song Qingshu stopped: "Don't thank me, I also want your help with something."

Song Qingshu looked at Wang Kun with a frank gaze.

Without hesitation, Wang Kun nodded directly.

There is no doubt about employing people, and there is no need for suspicious people, not to mention that Song Qingshu has put so much effort into it, Song Qingshu directly closed the doors and windows, turned around, and slowly stated his plans to Wang Kun.

......

For a long time, Wang Kun looked at this young man whose face was still a little immature, and his heart was indescribably shocked, under his light and breezy face, it seemed to contain the whole world at his age.

Song Qingshu passed on most of the stick methods passed down from his previous life, and he can't remember the name, there are only a few tricks, scattered and messy, after Song Qingshu sorted out, combined with some insights on Wudang Mountain, removed the cumbersome and useless moves, and sorted them into nine styles, and did not need to be driven by internal force, and directly taught to Scar Tiger.

In this martial arts world, the stick method without internal strength can only reach the height of his previous life at most, but if it is universal, the combat effectiveness of the beggars' children will undoubtedly rise to a great level.

It is impossible for him to pass on the internal strength to Wang Kun, but this can be circumvented by the old man Shan, as an elder of the old man, he must have some internal strength, although he doesn't like it, but it is still very useful to Wang Kun.

In addition, this plan is still his temporary idea, and there are many details that still need Shan Zhan's help, and he must communicate with Shan Zhan.

......

Half a month later, there were several major events in the Xiangyang rudder.

First, Elder Shan Zhan accepted apprentices again, but the target was not the top three in the martial arts conference, nor the young man who had more than one enemy, but the scarred tiger Wang Kun who was eliminated in the first round.

Everyone can only marvel at the luck of the scarred tiger, maybe this is Wang Ba looking at the mung bean - the right eye, can't stop it.

The second thing is still related to Scar Tiger, in one day, Scar Tiger went to compare with his old opponent, and the other party was all defeated under Wang Kun's weird stick method, and for a time Scar Tiger was famous, and there was a trend of being the first person under the four bags of disciples.

And Wang Kun was already able to mingle with the children of the beggar gang, and he had to answer questions about martial arts, so many people gathered around him for a while.

............

There is always a storm brewing, and all of this has nothing to do with Song Qingshu.

Outside an unknown valley, a handsome young man, riding a small brown and blue donkey, watching the thousands of flowers blooming all over the mountains, and butterflies flying over from time to time, smelling the fragrance of flowers.

(End of beggar roll)