The mist disappears in the morning over thousands of valleys and cliffs, and the vast palace reflects the fairy peaches.

The road leads to the top, the green sky is broad, the phoenix sings and the sun rises, the purple palace is high.

The white mist on Cangshan Mountain, the morning bells and evening drums. At sunrise, the first glow shines in the sea of ​​clouds. The white smoke from the incense burning in the nine-story incense burner in front of the temple mixes with the morning fog, just like a fairyland on earth. Looking from a distance, there are many mountains on the back of the mountain.

The palaces and temples are closely connected, and they are truly unique among the mountains and rivers.

This is Wudang Mountain.

On the roof of the main hall of Zixiao Palace..., a handsome young man in white training clothes was lying in a coquettish posture, with his legs crossed and his eyes slightly squinted, bathing in the first golden ray of the rising sun.

He was only twelve or thirteen years old, and his smooth and jade-like face still had some childishness that had not completely faded away. For some reason, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was full of confusion and boredom.

"well!"

He let out a melancholy sigh that was not appropriate for his age. He looked along the rows of auspicious animals on the roof: dragons, phoenixes, lions, Pegasus, Suan Ni, Xie Zhi... When he counted,

When the immortal on the far right is riding a crane, only half of the bronze statue of the immortal is left.

It is said that a thunderbolt struck the crane and chopped half of the crane-riding immortal into pieces.

Through the damaged statue of an immortal riding a crane, he seemed to catch a trace of purple energy from the golden light of the rising sun. It seemed real and illusory, illusory, or maybe it was just his hallucination.

You can really see the purple clouds in the Zixiao Palace. It is said that when your martial arts reaches a certain level, you can see the purple clouds from the morning sun. This is why Zhang Zhenren named this hall Zixiao Palace. As soon as he climbed up here,

Then he saw hundreds of feet of purple clouds radiating in all directions.

In the martial arts field behind the main hall, Tai Chi and Bagua patterns are inlaid on the ground with black and white marble materials. At this time, the mentor uncle is supervising his disciples for morning classes.

The three rows in front are practicing swordsmanship, and the three rows in the back are practicing palm skills. Some are sitting quietly on the edge of the cliff facing the balcony, which is practicing alchemy; some are facing the rising sun and posing in a golden rooster independent pose without moving for half an hour.

He's practicing Zhuang Kung Fu.

"well!"

There was another sigh. Without it, the young man just felt that he was very lucky and very unlucky.

I died inexplicably in my previous life. Fortunately, my soul seemed to have traveled through time. Unfortunately, the world I traveled through was a troubled time where martial arts were respected. The way to make a fortune by being a copycat was no longer feasible.

Fortunately, this body is that of a ten-year-old young handsome boy, and his identity is quite special. But unfortunately, he has not inherited the martial arts foundation of this guy before he was ten years old. He also secretly relied on the remaining martial arts memories in his mind.

He tried it, but unfortunately during this period of time, except for the "Broadcast Gymnastics" Baduanjin, he really couldn't practice anything.

So - when he woke up from illness and opened his eyes, the whole Wudang Mountain spread that he had become a fool.

"Have you heard? Junior Brother Song seems to have become a different person after he got sick last time. Not only his temperament changed drastically, but his martial arts..." There were three people in gray around the corner behind the hall.

The disciple of Bupao, the leading disciple A Bagua Dao.

"Which Junior Brother Song?" Disciple Yi asked confusedly.

"Who else..." Disciple C winked.

Disciple A held up the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and when he saw no one else around, he whispered: "It's strange to say that the senior brother who takes care of Junior Brother Song said that Junior Brother Song said something strange after he woke up, asking about the place and the year.

Yue, she also shouted some weird names like 'Snail Grass'."

juvenile:......

Disciple B pointed to his head, "At first I suspected that he was possessed by evil spirits, but then I thought about it, Master Zhang is here in Wudang, where could the evil spirit come from."

Disciple B listened thoughtfully and said, "No wonder Junior Brother Song stopped doing morning exercises at the martial arts field some time ago. It turns out that's the reason."

"I am jealous of talented people! I think Junior Brother Song is only twelve years old, and his martial arts is already among the best among my disciples. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be like this if he didn't go crazy during the last practice." Disciple A looked heartbroken.

, it seems that he is the one who "lost all his martial arts skills".

Young man: ...I really haven’t lost all my martial arts, I’ve never been good at martial arts!

"If that's the case, even if he is the son of the head of the Song Dynasty, I'm afraid..." Disciple B stopped talking.

"So, you can't practice too diligently, otherwise things will easily go wrong. The founder of Wudang Kung Fu said that our Wudang Kung Fu is inherited from the Taoist tradition, which emphasizes slow and careful stew and water grinding. So..." Disciple A patted

He patted Disciple C on the shoulder, but as soon as he raised his head, he saw a livid face, and his whole body froze immediately.

"So what, continue talking." This ashen face has three long green beards. His appearance is very elegant, his expression is very calm, but his pair of sky-high sword eyebrows have an aura of calmness and self-power.

Disciples A, B, and C were so frightened that they almost fell to the ground.

"Head..."

The visitor is Song Yuanqiao, the leader of Wudang!

"Are you three disciples of Taiyi Sect?"

Head Song's voice sounded as calm and elegant as usual, but the more it sounded, the more it made the three of them panic.

"Yes...yes, the three of us are disciples of the Taiyi Sect."

"Since you are a disciple of Taiyi Sect, you should practice the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword well at this time." Song Yuanqiao pointed to the martial arts field behind the palace.

"Yes..." The three of them replied hesitantly. They lowered their heads and were about to turn around and leave when they heard Song Yuanqiao's voice again.

"In vain of Master's righteousness, I will not report to the law enforcement elder. The three of you will go to Jinshen Hall to reflect on your own after morning classes."

After hearing this, the three of them realized that it was a false alarm.

Sure enough, the head of the Song Dynasty was as generous as the legend said.

Asking them to go to Jinshen Hall is the best result. If Song Yuanqiao didn't say a word, the three of them would have lingering fears. After all, the three of them had slandered his parents and children and made up nonsense about their ancestors in front of the head. If this was allowed to happen,

With the law enforcement elder, he may be moved down the mountain to become an outside disciple!

Looking at the backs of the three disciples, Song Yuanqiao shook his head. He was by no means a small-minded person, but he actually managed a huge sect with more than a hundred palaces and temples and thousands of mouths. He had to clarify the rules!

Although the Wudang Sect is located on a high mountain and looks like a fairyland on earth, it is not immune to vulgarity.

It's no wonder that the master couldn't wait to pass on the position of head. It was only after Song Yuanqiao took this position that he realized the difficulty of this position.

"Qingshu, you still haven't come down!"

Song Yuanqiao turned his back to the thin figure in the Zixiao Hall, and he was really angry. If it weren't for the handsomeness between the child's eyebrows, he really doubted that the child was not his Qingshu. Since the last time he had an accident during practice,

After he woke up from a serious illness after being possessed by a demon, he felt very strange.

I don’t know where the elegant and humble gentleman’s demeanor in the past was lost. Now, I have learned how to have sex, and I just need to lift the roof...

"Clang!"

It’s true that it’s true! I saw a long blue tile falling from the sky and hitting the top of Song Yuan Bridge. Along with the tile falling, there was a guy yelling.

Song Yuanqiao's head was full of black lines. At this moment, it was as if fate asked him a fatal multiple-choice question: Should he save Biwa or the child?

Do you still have to think about it? Of course, save the tiles first!

I saw Song Yuanqiao leaping forward, as if there were air stairs under his feet, and he was in mid-air in three or two steps. He stretched out his two fingers and clamped more than a foot of glazed green tiles. Six or seven kilograms of tiles were like tiles between his fingers.

It was like a piece of paper and was put back in its place in an instant.

The whole person fell to the ground like a swallow, grabbing the boy's neck before his face came into close contact with the earth.

Song Yuanqiao lifted Song Qingshu up like a chicken and looked at him helplessly.

"Why did you go to the house to uncover the tiles and then murder your father?"

Song Qingshu dodged Song Yuanqiao's probing eyes. This was one of the people he feared the most. It was not because of the remaining harsh images in his mind, but because he was afraid that Song Yuanqiao's eyes could see through him as a fake. After all, this guy was good enough.

It's tragic. Song Yuanqiao, who is kind to others, is very strict with his son. After all, he lost his mother when he was a child.

"Do you believe it when I say it was an accident?" Song Qingshu buried his head and said submissively.

"As a father..." Song Yuanqiao raised his hand and wanted to hit Song Qingshu's head, but when he thought of that incident, his hand turned into a gentle caress on his head.

It seems that you have really lost all your martial arts skills, even the most basic Qing Kung Fu! No wonder Master can't tell you what kind of strange disease you have. It's all your father's fault, you shouldn't...

Song Yuanqiao was an only son, so he naturally had high hopes.

He is the head of Wudang, and Song Qingshu has made rapid progress in martial arts under his strict instruction since he was a child. Unfortunately, practicing martial arts without cultivating his mind will eventually lead to disaster! It was because he acted too hastily that Qingshu became a "waste"! Now!

Not only were the meridians damaged, but even the intelligence was affected!

Song Qingshu secretly looked at Song Yuanqiao, unaware that the old father's kind face had already defined his recent weird behavior as mental retardation.

"Qingshu, go back! Don't climb so high again!" Song Yuanqiao said to Song Qingshu in a rare gentle tone.

"Ah? Are you going to let me go now?"

Song Qingshu was shocked and confused. Not long ago, he was raped by his old father because of a small mistake.

Song Yuanqiao looked at Song Qingshu's obscene way of scratching his ears and cheeks while walking, his head covered with black lines, and he really wanted to catch up and give him a slap in the face.

Alas! It doesn’t matter, even if you can’t inherit this huge Wudang, being a father will ensure your health for the rest of your life!

Song Yuanqiao sighed in his heart.

...

"Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu

...

I am Song Qingshu, my name is Song Qingshu!"

In a small room in a palace in Taizipo, Song Qingshu was lying on a simple bed, holding a piece of thatch in his mouth, looking at the moonlight outside the window, and kept mumbling in his mouth.

This is the 108th day since he came to this world, and he has almost forgotten his past name.

He repeats this boring job every night because he knows that only by truly becoming Song Qingshu can he survive.

He doesn't think about the welfare of time travellers, and he doesn't even dream of being a proud martial artist. He just wants to live now. After all, he really doesn't know any martial arts. What's worse is that he has to learn.
Chapter completed!