I don’t know how old I am in the mountains, and I don’t know where I am in the depths of the forest.

Song Qingshu would run to the cliff cave every day when he got up and would not return until sunset. The disciples of Zixiao Palace were saying that Song Qingshu was possessed by a demon.

"Junior Brother Song was missing day and night, and I couldn't rest assured, so I secretly followed him all the way... As a result, guess what I saw!" Disciple A said mysteriously.

"He actually went to the forbidden area!"

"Ah! The forbidden area... it is an extremely scary place. It is said that there are monsters living in it... A senior brother accidentally ran into the forbidden area before. He was a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms.

When I came back, I turned into a skinny monkey!"

The disciples were talking a lot, as if they were very taboo about the forbidden area.

"Then should we stop Junior Brother Song?" a disciple asked.

"We've said nothing about this matter. With Junior Brother Song's weird temperament, we can't stop him. It's better to wait until the leader comes back and then report it." What kind of thoughts this disciple has is unknown.

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Song Qingshu was about to go in for a meal when he heard the whispers from the disciples in the hall and just smiled.

Thinking of the "little monster" in the forbidden area, he smiled inexplicably.

These days, with Mingyue as his sparring partner, his swordsmanship has really made a qualitative leap.

Before, he only stayed at the level of appearance, but now he has learned to figure out the "power" of swordsmanship.

The reason why he couldn't block Mingyue's sword was precisely because Mingyue's sword had reached the state of "power".

At that time, Song Qingshu asked Mingyue again, but she hesitated and couldn't explain why. This made Song Qingshu believe that there was an expert behind her.

As soon as he stepped out of Zixiao Palace, he heard someone calling from a distance: "The master is back."

His father is back!

Song Qingshu wailed in his heart, his days of leisure and freedom were coming to an end.

Counting the time, it seems that Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday is coming soon. His father has gone down to the East China Sea to mediate the grievances between the Kunlun Sect and the Sky Eagle Sect. If nothing else, he should have met someone who has returned to China.

That person!

He would soon be able to meet the "protagonist" of this martial arts world. When he thought of this, Song Qingshu still had some expectations in his heart.

Song Qingshu didn't want to be beaten, so he gave up the idea of ​​going to the cliff cave and respectfully followed the other brothers to the mountain gate to meet his father.

Song Yuanqiao was not particular about style personally, but the rules were immutable. In such a large Wuzong, with more than a thousand people in the inner sect and tens of thousands in the outer sect, there would be no chaos if there were no rules.

Song Qingshu stood on the slope of the mountain gate and looked out, and saw a motorcade on the official road at the foot of the mountain. After passing Songkou, getting closer and closer, but the only people leading the horseback were Song Yuanqiao and Yin Liting, and his second uncle Yu Lianzhou was not seen.

"Congratulations to the leader to return to the mountain."

The disciples were holding swords and luggage, and Song Yuanqiao raised his palm to ask everyone to excuse themselves, but his eyes were looking back and forth among the disciples, and he didn't stop until he saw the boy with a lazy look on his face.

Song Qingshu's hair was a bit messy, because it had not yet reached the crown, and was only tied into a bun on the back of his head, with a strand of green silk hanging down on both sides. Song Qingshu was imitating the "Supreme Treasure" style, but in Song Yuanqiao's eyes, it looked slovenly and carefree.

"Hmph." Song Yuanqiao thought to himself, when his father is settled on the horse, he will take good care of you.

Song Yuanqiao went up the mountain to see his master first, but Zhang Sanfeng was still in retreat on the golden roof. He thought that it would be good to give him a big surprise when his master came out of seclusion.

Returning to Zixiao Palace, he checked the internal and external work again. Although he was not here, there was a special "steward" responsible for the accounts and daily affairs.

Most of these stewards are scholars who have read poetry and books. However, they cannot be reused in the Yuan Dynasty, so they might as well go up to the mountains to serve as stewards for these powerful martial artists. Moreover, being a steward in a martial sect such as Wudang is very different from the ordinary thieves and thieves like Lulin.

It's a respected profession.

Even the master of the Yuanting County Government was incomparable. There was a palace steward who went down the mountain to buy supplies and was "requisitioned" by the Yuan soldiers who were not long-sighted. Before these Yuan soldiers could leave Wudang County, they were killed by a group of Wudang disciples.

He was tied up at the foot of the mountain and was redeemed only when the magistrate of Fangzhou came.

"Master, this is the account book for this month. Please take a look at it." As he said that, Gao Qi handed over a thick booklet.

Song Yuanqiao returned the booklet to Gao Qi and said with a smile, "I can rest assured that Mr. Gao will do his job...Yes, Mr. Gao has not been home for a long time. In this way, he will be busy waiting for Master's 100th birthday.

After that, I will send someone to escort you sir..."

Before Song Yuanqiao finished speaking, Gao Qi burst into tears, "The leader is benevolent and righteous, Gao is grateful."

Gao Qi was also a talented scholar in Wuzhong at that time, but he offended the Yuan court by writing poems, and his home was confiscated and beheaded. Fortunately, he met a wandering Wudang disciple. After Song Yuanqiao knew the whole story, he rescued his family.

From then on, Gao Qi followed him to Wudang Mountain and became a steward. Over the years, Song Yuanqiao treated him with courtesy, without any of the genteel ethos that is popular today.

"With your talent and virtue, it's really unfair to be a manager." This is a sentence that Song Yuanqiao often talks about. "By the way, sir, I wonder how Quanzi's studies are going during this time?"

Don’t think that people who practice martial arts don’t study! You are so naive!

It should be noted that ancient martial arts secrets are recorded in profound language. If you don’t understand their meaning, how can you practice these martial arts?

"This..." Gao Qi didn't know how to speak.

"Sir, speak frankly." Song Yuanqiao's face twitched, thinking that just as he expected, that child...

"Young master only came to the school once to report, and then he disappeared every day." Gao Qi put his hands behind his back and said, but in his heart he was wondering how many beatings the unruly boy would receive this time.

Song Qingshu did go to Wudang Academy once, but that time alone almost gave Gao Qi Qi high blood pressure.

"Young master, you are indeed very talented. The poems he composed that time were extraordinary. If you can devote even half of your attention to literature, you will be a great warrior with both civil and military skills in the future!"

Gao Qi was sincerely praising him, but he didn't know that the poem Song Qingshu wrote to deal with him that day was actually plagiarized. However, he couldn't catch the plagiarism unless he could live hundreds of years later.

"Okay, I understand what you mean, sir." Song Yuanqiao suppressed the anger in his chest and called his disciples again to ask about Song Qingshu's current situation.

Knowing that he had neither studied literature nor practiced martial arts well and had been missing all day, he was even more furious. He rushed to Song Qing's study room with a jujube stick. At this time, Song Qingshu was lying on the bed thinking about the development of the plot.

Seeing Song Yuanqiao who was angry and holding a stick, an ominous premonition came over him.

"Dad...what are you doing...if you have something to say, please tell me!" This is the instinctive fear of the body.

"Pah." Song Yuanqiao slapped Song Qingshu on the buttocks with a stick.

"Wow! It hurts!" Song Qingshu jumped up from the bed instantly and rubbed his buttocks.

"If you have something to say, please tell me, and then you can fight..."

Song Qingshu felt that he was an "adult", and he was dissatisfied that Song Yuanqiao came to beat him for no reason.

"If you fight again, fight again!"

Song Yuanqiao hit him with the stick again, but this time Song Qingshu dodged it.

"You still dare to hide?"

So Song Yuanqiao chased Song Qingshu all over the courtyard with a stick. The disciples heard the sound and snickered in the distance, and quickly closed the windows and pretended that nothing happened.

"Dad, you beat me when you come back, and you're not being reasonable!"

Song Qingshu shouted while dodging Song Yuanqiao's stick.

"You still have the nerve to ask, I told you to learn knowledge from Mr. Gao, but where did you learn it?" Song Yuanqiao said angrily.

"I...I'm not practicing swordsmanship..." Song Qingshu scratched his head, thinking that Gao Qi must have sued him.

"Practice sword? I can't even see you on the balcony!" Song Yuanqiao hit him with a stick again, causing Song Qingshu to say "ouch".

He originally thought that if Song Qingshu failed in martial arts, he would also learn about culture, but he didn't expect that during his absence, this guy would not learn about martial arts. He thought that Song Qingshu was lazy again, so he added sticks and sticks to him.

He has a long memory.

"Dad, let me tell you, if you keep hitting, keep hitting..."

"How will I hit you again?"

"If you hit me again, I will fight back!"

Song Yuanqiao was stunned for a moment, then threw the stick on the ground and said with a half-smile, "Okay! It's been a long time since I last saw you. Your martial arts skills haven't improved, but your temper has gotten a lot worse! Why are you going to attack my father?"

He laughed in anger, pulled out his sword, and threw it in front of Song Qingshu.

"I heard from your sixth uncle that you learned all your skills from him. Today, as a father, I want to see you!"

Song Qingshu picked up the sword. He knew that if he didn't take action today, Song Yuanqiao would not know that he had grown up! He didn't want to be such an adult and be beaten by Song Yuanqiao, an old father, every three days.

"Dad, you...why don't you use a sword?"

Song Qingshu looked at his old father who was standing with his hands behind his back with a stern expression on his face.

"Hmph!" Song Yuanqiao blew his beard and his eyes widened, "You don't need to use a sword to teach your son a lesson!"

But I was thinking in my heart, wouldn't it be outrageous if I lost to this kid with a sword?

"Okay, dad, look at the sword!"

After saying this, Song Qingshu used the "immortal guide" move to attack Song Yuanqiao.

I saw Song Yuanqiao flicking his sleeves and robe, and a gust of wind rolled out from his sleeves, directly deflecting Song Qingshu's sword.

Song Qingshu secretly said, "Good internal strength," and then used a move of "turn around and stab the knee," but Song Yuanqiao's robe was lifted off.

"Is this all you have learned?" Song Yuanqiao said sharply.

"Dad, then I'm serious!" Song Qingshu no longer hid, first he came out with the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword, and then the Eight Immortals Sword. The two sets of swordsmanship were fused together, but they looked like another set of swordsmanship.

"This is kind of cool." Song Yuanqiao thought to himself, but continued to stimulate Song Qingshu.

"Dad, look at this sword!"

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he stabbed Song Yuanqiao with his sword, directly targeting Song Yuanqiao's confidant.

Song Yuanqiao just said it was normal. He opened his sleeves and robe and was about to say something. Unexpectedly, the second sword came in an instant!

What a fast sword!

Song Yuanqiao sighed secretly in his heart, but his face remained calm.

He avoided the second sword, the third sword, the fourth sword, and the fifth sword struck one after another! The sword force was continuous, like the endless flow of water.

Even though Song Yuanqiao was only focused on defense, he felt a little dizzy. This sword attack was really impressive!

When he took a breath, Song Qingshu had already reached the fifty-second sword.

Song Yuanqiao knew that he might not be able to resist if he continued to defend himself, but there was no reason in the world for me to lose to his son!

So, he took action. I saw him move away with the sword, and the movement was smooth, and he knocked Song Qingshu's sword down.

This palm seemed to be weak, but when it was about to fall on Song Qingshu, it suddenly turned around, and the wind of the palm directly slapped the pillar behind him with a muffled sound.

"Daddy is good at martial arts!" Song Qingshu shouted shamelessly, pretending that what just happened never happened.

Song Yuanqiao gritted his teeth and said, "I really don't know who you learned this rogue temperament from!"

Then he took Song Qingshu back to the room, picked up a jujube stick and gave him a severe lesson.

During dinner, Song Qingshu, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, limped with a big bag on his head to get a bowl of rice, and then placed it respectfully in front of Song Yuanqiao.

"Dad, let's have a meal..."

"Yeah." Song Yuanqiao groaned and said, "Sit down."

As soon as Song Qingshu sat down, he stood up again in pain.

Song Yuanqiao was so cruel. Song Qingshu finally understood why his body was so afraid of him.

"Why are not you talking."

Song Yuanqiao saw that Song Qingshu was just digging his rice with his head down, so he gave him a chopstick of vegetables.

"Hmm... Dad, can you please don't slap me in the face next time..." Song Qingshu asked tentatively.

Seeing his aggrieved and pitiful look, Song Yuanqiao suppressed the laughter in his heart.

"Who asked you to jump up and down? What's the point of being punished?"

Song Qingshu was speechless, thinking that his beautiful face, which he was proud of, had become like this. Everyone knew that he had been beaten when he went out, how could he still have any dignity at all?

So, he bravely said, "As a gentleman says, you never slap someone in the face. Dad, you..."

"It's okay." Song Yuanqiao put down his chopsticks and said, "The most indispensable thing in my Wudang is the panacea. Not to mention this little skin injury, even the injured muscles and bones, just apply 'Sanhuang Bao Wax Pill' and you can get better."

eight."

It turns out that's the case. No wonder he has no scruples about spanking children.

"Sanhuangbao Wax Pills, thank you!" Song Qingshu "sincerely" thanked the maker of Sanhuangbao Wax Pills.

"I see that the swordsmanship you just used is still far from being a father, but it is still somewhat accomplished. At the sword test meeting the day after tomorrow, show off the same momentum you had fighting me today."

Song Yuanqiao had told him about the plan of going down the mountain before, and indeed he met Zhang Cuishan's family of three, the Five Heroes.

Because he had to host the upcoming sword competition within the sect, he and Yin Liting returned to the mountain early. The second hero Yu Lianzhou led a group of disciples to escort Zhang Cuishan's family, first to visit the Tianying Sect, and then back to Wudang Mountain.

"Dad, what do you think of Zhang Wuji? How is his martial arts?"

Faced with his son's sudden question, Song Yuanqiao felt a little strange. Then he thought about it. Among the seven Wudang brothers, he was the only one who gave birth to a child. It was natural for Song Qingshu to be interested in the fifth brother's son.

"You have to call him Junior Brother. Although this kid Wuji has just passed his prime, his martial arts foundation is not weak. He may even be able to compete with you."

Song Qingshu thought to himself that Mr. Jin had never described the martial arts of Zhang Wuji when he was young, but he was not too weak after thinking about it.

After all, his father is Zhang Wuxia of Wudang, his mother is Yin Susu of Tianying Cult, and his adoptive father is Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun. Xie Xun knows a lot of martial arts, although he is not proficient in them.

After listening to what Song Yuanqiao said, he estimated that Zhang Wuji was almost a third-rate warrior at this time.

"In a few days, your second uncle will bring them up the mountain, and you can meet Wuji." Song Yuanqiao said again, "Eat quickly, and after eating, go to apply some trauma medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and go to Mr. Gao's place tomorrow

Please forgive me."

"oh."
Chapter completed!