Song Qingshu was surprised by how fast he was. It was over now? But he didn't expect that someone would show up here.

Both parties took a few steps back cautiously.

"What a courageous flower-picker, he actually set his sights on Emei."

"Huh?" the flower picker asked strangely, "I have used smoke to stupefy everyone in the inn, how come you don't have anything to do?"

"Oh?" Song Qingshu suddenly understood. No wonder he dared to carry out the flower-picking operation so boldly. It turned out that he was prepared. Presumably the dizziness he just felt was the smoke he released? But unfortunately, Song Qingshu's twelve serious scriptures were blocked.

, so the influence of smoke on him is not that great.

"Brother, I don't think you are a good person. There are only you and me in this inn. I understand the rules of the world, and everyone who meets you has a role. You can choose half of these Emei female disciples."

The flower picker chuckled, with an expression you know on his face.

Song Qingshu was stunned. He didn't expect this flower picker to be so smart. But, what kind of person was he?

The flower thief responded with a sword with a gleaming green edge, and both attacks were struck at tricky angles.

The flower-picking thief dodged the two swords, and a kite turned over and jumped downstairs, "Are you a disciple of Kunlun?"

Song Qingshu's two swords just now were exactly the same as the flying flower sword technique.

Song Qingshu didn't answer, grabbed the railing, jumped down, and used a falling sword move. In conjunction with the shadowless offensive of the flower fists and embroidered legs, countless sword shadows were thrown at the flower picker.

The flower-picking thief didn't dare to underestimate him. He pulled out a scimitar and with the help of his inner strength, he neutralized Song Qingshu's attack. He asked in surprise: "You know how to use Kongtong Kung Fu?"

The two of them fought from inside to outside the shop. It was midnight, the restaurant was in a relatively remote location, and there were no soldiers patrolling it.

In the quiet night streets, only the sound of swords clashing could be heard.

"Who are you exactly?"

Within a short time of fighting, Song Qingshu had already displayed the martial arts of Kongtong, Kunlun and Emei schools, which surprised the flower picker but also made him a little curious.

"You can't control it." Song Qingshu became more and more courageous as he fought. This flower-picking thief was by no means an easy-going person.

With another swinging sword attack, the flower picker was no longer just defensive. The scimitar was flying in his hand. In the darkness of the night, only the sound of the knife could be heard but no shadow could be seen.

"What a fast knife!"

Song Qingshu's swordsmanship also pays attention to the word "quick". Since learning Dugu Sword Intent, he has never encountered such a fast sword!

"Sword Lifting Style!" Song Qingshu secretly thought, his true energy circulated, and with the blessing of his internal energy, the Qingfeng Sword hovered in his hand like a dragon, spinning left and right, like a storm of blades slashing at the opponent.

The flower-picking thief's blade turned and drew an arc in the air. When he slashed with the sword again, the Qingfeng sword was directly swung away.

A surge of energy came along the blade, causing Song Qingshu to step back and a mouthful of blood welling up in his throat.

Song Qingshu swallowed it forcefully, but he was extremely surprised in his heart. He pointed at the flower picker and said, "Who are you! How do you know the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu?"

It was the pure Yang inner energy that shocked him. This Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu was created by Zhang Sanfeng in the past by following the Nine Yang Divine Kung Fu. It is impossible for anyone except the core disciples of the Wudang inner sect to learn it.

The flower-picking thief didn't expect that the man in front of him could see through his martial arts at a glance, but he calmly smiled and said, "Is it possible that only Wudang in this world has the inner strength of Zhiyang?"

After he finished speaking, he actually took back the knife and used Qing Kung Fu to escape.

If he was not using the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, Song Qingshu would naturally not pursue him, but this time it was different.

Seeing him on the roof, Song Qingshu also picked up the ladder and chased after him.

"You know how to move Tiyun, and yet you say you're not a Wudang disciple!"

Song Qingshu held his sword and stopped in front of this man.

The flower picker looked helpless, "You are a Wudang disciple, I won't embarrass you. But don't meddle in your own business, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

This flower-picking thief's martial arts are definitely at the top level, but looking at him, he is only thirty years old. When has Wudang ever had such a young master? Could it be from the previous generation?

Song Qingshu was thinking about it in his heart, but he didn't move at all.

"I just want to ask about the situation, and I have no other intention. You are a martial artist, but you do such a thing. How can I ignore it and not ask about it?"

The flower-picking thief felt very regretful. If he hadn't wanted to get rid of this troublesome guy earlier, he wouldn't have used his pure Yang inner energy. Who knew that this guy was really a core disciple of Wudang, and he suddenly recognized the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu.

"If you want to ask others, tell yourself your family background. Which one of the Seven Wudang Masters is your master?"

Hearing the lack of respect for the Seven Heroes of Wudang in his words, Song Qingshu guessed that he might be a traitor who secretly learned Wudang martial arts.

After all, Zhang Sanfeng has lived for so many years, and it doesn't seem surprising that he has accepted a few disciples who betrayed his master along the way.

This man was a top-notch master. Song Qingshu didn't want to miss the good opportunity to hone his sword skills, so without saying a word, he raised the Qingfeng Sword to attack again.

With a sigh of relief, Song Qingshu was going to perform all 360 styles of Dugu Nine Swords. He didn't believe that this person could resist it.

"You must be a lunatic to come here!"

The sword's power is sharp, continuous and airtight, making it very tiring to fight. The flower picker doesn't want to fight against such an opponent.

Not being able to kill him, but also not being able to escape, I was really frustrated.

"But looking at his sword moves, they are not Wudang swordsmanship, and he does not have any internal martial arts power... Could it be that he is a disciple of Yin Liting? But even Yin Liting himself is probably not as good as him, right? Could it be that he received it from his old man?

Closed disciple?"

While the flower picker was dealing with it, his mind was filled with thoughts.

"If it weren't for Hei Ye, my sword skills might not be able to cope with his sword skills!"

The flower-picking thieves mostly go out when the wind is high. After years of fighting at night, they have also developed the skill of identifying positions by listening to sounds, so their sword skills are not affected by vision at all.

His night sword was also cutting like lightning. He was about to finish the seventy-two strokes, but the opponent's sword power was still continuous.

"Your swordsmanship is only for offense but not for defense, but it is more than sharp but not comprehensive enough." The flower picking thief used his pure yang internal energy to force the boy back again and commented.

"Then look at this move again!" Song Qingshu shouted. After fighting with him for hundreds of rounds, he probably figured out the secrets of his sword skills.

"Breaking knife style!"

Song Qingshu turned over and struck out with his sword. With the blessing of his inner strength, he struck out directly at Hua Thief's chest.

"So fast!"

Song Qingshu wielded the Qingfeng Sword and picked up the scimitar in the flower picker's hand in a strange way, and was about to stab him in the chest. The flower picker's body unexpectedly avoided the sword at a strange angle, and turned around with his palm.

When he pulled it out, a wave of pure Yang internal energy rubbed across Song Qingshu's face.

"Wudang's secret skill is the golden cicada's shelling? Can you also do the Mountain Shaking Palm?"

These two moves were Wudang's unique skills that were not passed down to others. Song Qingshu confirmed his guess that this flower picker was most likely an abandoned disciple of Wudang.

"Eh? You..." The flower picker pointed at Song Qingshu's face with a surprised look on his face.

Song Qingshu reached out and touched it. It turned out that the palm just now shattered the human skin mask on his face. He simply tore off the remaining half of the mask, revealing his smooth and jade-like face.

The flower picker was shocked when he saw his appearance. He took two steps back and asked hurriedly: "Is your surname Song?"

Song Qingshu didn't answer, he just stared at the flower picker, wondering how he knew him? Could he have seen him before?

"Your father is Song Yuanqiao, right?" The flower picker looked at Song Qingshu's face and was extremely excited.

"So what? As a disciple of Wudang, you are trying to smear the master's sect, but you still have the nerve to mention my father's name?" Song Qingshu was about to rebuke him from the high ground of justice, but the next sentence made him feel guilty.

One was stunned.

"Do you know Huang Erniang?"

Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed, Huang Erniang was exactly his mother's name.

"How did you..."

Seeing Song Qingshu's reaction, the flower picker became more sure of his guess, and smiled to himself, "I never thought that Er Niang's child would grow so big! If you ask me who I am, you should call me uncle."

Song Qingshu:???

The memory of Huang Erniang is actually the only obsession left in this body. That woman disappeared when he was young. In the book, only Song Qingshu and Song Yuanqiao are mentioned, and his mother is not mentioned. Song Qingshu naturally also

Don't know her identity.

Seeing Song Qingshu's weird face, the flower picker rubbed his hands and said a little embarrassedly, "I am your uncle, Er Niang's brother, my name is Huang Qingpeng, do you have any impression?"

Even if this person was really his uncle, he wouldn't possess many martial arts skills, right? No matter how partial Song Yuanqiao was to his wife, he would never dare to teach him so many martial arts skills.

"How come you know my Wudang Kung Fu?" Song Qingshu asked.

Seeing his expression as usual, Huang Qingpeng sighed, thinking that Song Qingshu didn't recognize him because of his identity. He was so desperate that he bumped into his nephew when he was consoling the little nun!

But the matter has come to this, whether he recognizes himself or not, Huang Qingpeng is determined not to hide it anymore.

"I still had a name in the martial arts, called Jinluan!"

Jinluan...

After saying this, Song Qingshu had an impression. He remembered that he had seen this name when looking through his master's inheritance genealogy, but it was circled. Such people were either dead or betrayed the master's sect.

"So it's you, you're Jin Luan." Song Qingshu looked at the guy who claimed to be his uncle. He was Jin Luan, Song Yuanqiao's eldest disciple in his early years.

But now judging from his martial arts, I'm afraid he can compete equally with Song Yuanqiao. Sure enough, the rivers and lakes are the best place to hone your martial arts.

Hearing Song Qingshu call him "Jinluan", Huang Qingpeng was embarrassed for a while, and then said: "I didn't expect that you have grown so big and have such powerful abilities. My sister can rest in peace in heaven."

"Yes!" Song Qingshu raised his palm to him, "You don't really think I will believe it, do you? No?"

The tone was still teasing at first, but then became stern: "You uphold Wudang martial arts, but you do evil in the world and are notorious. Are you worthy of the person who taught you martial arts? Are you worthy of your sister?"

Huang Erniang was a chaste woman who would rather die than surrender. Although Song Qingshu had no impression, he could guess that a woman who could pair up with Song Yuanqiao must not be a righteous person.

Huang Qingpeng seemed to have expected it and hurriedly explained: "Listen to me, I have a reason."

Song Qingshu didn't want to argue with him any more, so he took back his sword and went down the room. After knowing the identity of the other party, he didn't need to get entangled with him anymore. He was not a righteous person who could eliminate demons and defend the way.

"Don't go, hey! Qingshu, wait!" Huang Qingpeng shouted, but Song Qingshu didn't turn around. He held his breath and said, "Don't you want to know how your mother died?"

Song Qingshu paused. Song Yuanqiao had never told him the cause of Huang Erniang's death. He only knew that it was the Yuan people who killed her. However, when he made secret investigations on Wudang Mountain, he discovered that there was a hidden conspiracy.

Song Yuanqiao refused to tell him because he didn't want him to be in danger again because of Huang Erniang's matter.

"I should get your name, Qingshu, Qingshu, Poems, Books, Li Yi, how wonderful..." Huang Qingpeng's mourner seemed to have memories, but when he saw Song Qingshu's attitude of leaving again, he stopped trying to keep it secret.

Said bluntly:
Chapter completed!