It has been half a month since Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting came down the mountain. Song Qingshu and Yin Liting were separated, but he could only focus on practicing his sword by himself.

Apart from Yin Liting, it is really hard to find anyone in Wudang who can beat him in pure swordsmanship.

On this day, he was practicing sword practice on the balcony as usual. The sword flowers reflected the sunlight, and his figure changed like dreamy lights and shadows, making it difficult to catch.

When Song Qingshu sheathed his sword, he heard a strange scream. He looked toward the sound and saw a fat white cat lying on a crooked pine tree on the edge of the cliff.

There was a cliff of ten thousand meters below this cat, and some mist around the sea of ​​clouds drifted under its feet, but it was not afraid at all.

The branch almost seemed to be broken by its fat body, and the size of the branch did not allow it to move at all. Even Song Qingshu felt weak in his legs for it.

He had never seen this cat during his usual sword practice. Song Qingshu put the sword back into its sheath and tiptoed towards it.

"Little Fatty, don't move, or you'll fall and break into pieces!"

The cat glanced at him, opened its mouth and yawned, then continued to nap with its eyes closed.

When Song Qingshu touched the foot of the pine tree, he whispered to the cat in a gentle voice: "Little Fatty, climb down along the tree quickly. Look, this branch will be broken by you."

The cat ignored him, and Song Qingshu gently shook the pine tree to make him aware of the danger.

"Meow!" The cat's voice sounded very dissatisfied.

It yawned lazily, then arched its waist and dragged its fat body, staggering to a safe place.

"Yes, come down...come here, Mimi, I will give you delicious food, Mimi..."

Petting a cat is a very happy thing. Song Qingshu did not expect that there were cats in this period, and they were still on Wudang Mountain.

"Yes, there are also rats in Wudang Mountain, so of course the Taoist priest also keeps cats."

Song Qingshu thought about it and felt that this was the truth.

The cat jumped down from the tree, but instead of obediently coming to Song Qingshu, it jumped onto a boulder and stared at Song Qingshu with narrowed eyes.

"It's really strange."

Song Qingshu always felt that this cat had an expression, and it had an expression that deserved a beating in its previous life - funny.

"It's really weird. Could it be that this cat has become a spirit? He actually has such an expression!"

Song Qingshu thought to himself and tried to communicate with it——

"Hey, what are you laughing at?"

"Meow--"

"Believe it or not, I'll catch you and beat you up."

"Meow--"

The more Song Qingshu thought about it, the angrier he became. He rolled up his sleeves, fixed the belt of his white robe, and climbed up the boulder four to five meters high.

I finally climbed up and was about to reach out to catch the cat.

The cat, who was taking a nap, twisted its fat body, ducked slightly to avoid Song Qingshu's claws, and let out another "meow".

To Song Qingshu, this sounded more like sarcasm.

Song Qingshu used his hands and feet to finally climb up.

The fat cat jumped lightly again and jumped onto another boulder. When it was done, it turned back and barked "Contemptuous" at Song Qingshu.

"Bitch, don't ask me to catch you!"

Song Qingshu became so playful that he no longer cared about practicing swordsmanship. He concentrated on catching cats and even called some of his fellow apprentices.

So, this morning, the cat jumped on the balcony of Zixiao Palace. Unfortunately, the fat cat had agility that was inconsistent with its size, and more than ten disciples could not catch it.

It did not leave the facing balcony, but jumped back and forth among the boulders and trees, seeming to amuse everyone.

"How unreasonable!" Song Qingshu yelled angrily.

The cat looked at Song Qingshu's helpless and furious look, and barked a few times strangely, as if it didn't want to play anymore, then jumped off the boulder and left leisurely.

Song Qingshu:......

Song Qingshu felt that he was being played by a cat. He picked up his sword and followed the cat. He wanted to see who raised the cat so arrogantly.

The fat cat did not dodge at this time, and walked straight on the mountain road, looking like an old monk with a slow manner.

When it stopped, Song Qingshu realized that he didn't know which mountain he had reached. He had never been here before.

Looking up, there is a very steep mountain in the distance. Half of the peak protrudes and hangs in the air, like a huge grandstand.

"Meow meow?"

The cat looked back and meowed twice, as if he wanted to inquire.

Song Qingshu waved his hand, and the cat continued to walk forward. Not far ahead, he saw a cliff cave and a thatched house in front of the cave door.

"This place is really strange. Although the road up here is not paved with stone slabs, it is also reclaimed by man. If you are a member of the Wudang Sect, you should not live in this kind of place."

As far as Song Qingshu knows, there is no one among the Seven Heroes of Wudang who likes to imitate primitive people and live in cliff caves.

When Song Qingshu approached, he found that various unknown flowers and plants were planted beside the thatched house, and the chimney of the house was still steaming.

There is a huge stone among the flowers and grass, and an old man in gray is lying on the stone. The old man has his feet crossed, his arms resting on his head and his eyes squinting, looking very relaxed.

And there were many cats of various colors sleeping next to him. Counting them carefully, there were actually seventeen or eighteen of them. What was even more frightening was that these cats grew up without knowing what they ate, and each one became fatter than the other one, the fattest one being the fattest one.

That one looks like a little tiger.

The fat white cat walked gently among the cats and found an empty space next to the old man and lay down comfortably.

"Xiao Bai, you just came back, why did you bring a little guy here..."

The old man squinted his eyes and stretched out his old hand to stroke the fat cat Xiaobai.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow..."

The little white cat's voice sounded like it was being coquettish, but also had a hint of dissatisfaction.

"What? You said this kid bullied you?"

Song Qingshu intuitively told him that something was wrong, and he wanted to run away.

"Ming Yue - she hasn't come out to 'entertain' the guests yet!"

I heard the old man calling into the room, and a little girl wearing a coarse cloth around her waist and indigo clothes ran out with a spatula in her hand and a trace of pot ash on her face.

"Ah? What's the matter, Master?"

This little girl named Mingyue is pretty, but the only flaw is that there are a few light pockmarks on her left and right cheeks.

The old man pointed at Song Qingshu and said, "This guy bullies Xiaobai."

"Meow~" Xiaobai also called out aggrievedly.

"What!" Mingyue ran to Song Qingshu in a few steps, stood on tiptoes, and said angrily, "Why are you so hateful? You want to bully such a thin and pitiful Xiaobai!"

Faced with her rebuke, Song Qingshu expressed a black question mark on his face???

Thin? Poor?

Indeed, compared with other cats, Xiaobai is indeed "skinny". However, the question is why are all the "pigs" in your house so fat!

"Yeah, your pig is so skinny!" Song Qingshu couldn't hold back his soul of complaining, and blurted out the catchphrases from his previous life.

"Pig? Where can I find one in my house... Wow, you still dare to scold me!" Mingyue didn't know if she had misunderstood, so she picked up the spatula and hit Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu dodged the spatula she was attacking, "A gentleman talks but never moves. Little sister, if you continue to mess around... don't blame me for bullying the small."

"Little sister?" Upon hearing this title, Mingyue was stunned for a moment, then twitched the corners of her mouth and said with a strange expression, "You don't know who I am or where this is?"

"Should I know where this is?" Song Qingshu looked confused.

Mingyue said, "When you came up, didn't you see a black stone tablet on the road?"

Song Qingshu scratched his head and seemed to have some impression, but he was just chasing the cat and didn't stop to take a closer look. He didn't know what was written on it.

"I didn't see it."

"Okay, then let me tell you!" Mingyue pointed at Song Qingshu with her little short finger and said strictly, "Wu, Dang, forbidden, ground, non, please, do not enter!"

Wudang forbidden area? Song Qingshu didn't know that Wudang had a forbidden area. If there really was such a place, his father should have told him that he would be the general.

"I said, little girl, don't lie, you won't grow taller if you lie..."

Before he could finish his words, the little girl jumped up and hit his head with a spatula.

"What are you doing!" Song Qingshu rubbed his head, a little angry.

Hitting people easily is not a good habit!

"I'll teach you a lesson and give you a long memory." Mingyue shook the spatula back and forth, as if it were a peerless sword.

"Mingyue, stop talking nonsense with this kid, clean up quickly and go back to cooking!" The old man's annoying voice came from behind.

Seeing his lazy look, Song Qingshu really wanted to go over and kick him.

"Well done, Master!"

Mingyue agreed, but secretly stuck out her tongue.

Alas, I can’t be lazy and have fun anymore!

She pointed her finger at a bald tree on the edge of the cliff and said, "Did you see that tree?"

Song Qingshu nodded. That tree was really weirdly bald. The surrounding trees were all leafy, but it didn't have a single leaf.

"Do you know why it's bald?"

Song Qingshu shook his head.

Mingyue's eyes were bright and she smiled, showing two tiger teeth and said, "I pulled all of them out."

"Ah——" Song Qingshu never expected that there would be such a boring guy, he must be so disgusting!

"I let you look at that tree because -" Mingyue didn't finish her words, and her body suddenly moved.

Song Qingshu only saw a shadow flash by, and then his hand was twisted by the cloth. His other hand was about to pull out the sword, but was pressed lightly.

Inexplicably, Song Qingshu's hands were tied behind his back. Mingyue kicked Song Qingshu's butt, and Song Qingshu fell to the ground, unable to exert any strength.

This little girl is so strong!

Song Qingshu thought it was because he had never practiced internal skills before, so he was no match for this little girl.

After a while, I heard the sound of footsteps, and Mingyue came back dancing, but there was a ball of thin silver-white silk thread dangling in her hand.

"What are you going to do?" Song Qingshu felt very bad.

"You will definitely be punished if you trespass into forbidden areas." Mingyue said with a sullen face, and poked Song Qingshu's face with her finger.

Her hands are so cold!

"Punishment? What punishment?"

Song Qingshu always thought that the entire Wudang Mountain belonged to Wudang, but he didn't expect that an old man and a young man who were unreasonable lived here.

"Of course I'll hang you on that tree!" Mingyue pointed at the bald tree and said briskly.

"Ah?" Song Qingshu was stunned.

"What are you doing? You won't kill anyone."

As Mingyue spoke, she wrapped Song Qingshu in layers of tree bark, and then tied him up with the silver-white filaments.

"You are the nineteenth Wudang disciple who broke in, and you are also the youngest one. Alas, there are always people who can't help but curious and run in here..." Mingyue used thin threads and bark to seal Song Qingshu

Wrapped up like a rice dumpling, he clapped his hands after finishing, "Don't worry, although the eighteen senior brothers before you have all been hanged, they are all alive and well."

As she said that, Mingyue couldn't help but pinch Song Qingshu's little face, but she didn't look like an eleven or twelve-year-old girl.

Song Qingshu's twelve-year-old body also contained a twenty-year-old soul. The strange thing was that he actually found the same feeling in the other person's eyes.

Mingyue pinched Song Qingshu for a while, then stopped her hand and wiped the corners of her mouth again.

"Your skin is so good." She said this out of nowhere.

"Hey, are you serious!"

Song Qingshu exclaimed, because he had been carried by Mingyue. It was hard to imagine that his height of 1.5 meters could be easily carried by a little girl of over 1.4 meters. The key was that she could still move forward as fast as flying.

"Ah -" Song Qingshu screamed even louder. Because he was hanging upside down on the tree at this time, and when he turned his eyes downwards, he could see the layers of floating sea of ​​clouds.

Looking up again, he almost fainted.

There are only a few almost transparent silver-white threads tied to my feet, which looks very weak!

Can you imagine what it would be like to be hung from a cliff with a bunch of thread?

"Don't yell, don't yell!" Mingyue sat on the bald tree, swinging her two short legs. "This is a thread made of sky silk. It's strong. Don't talk about a skinny little monkey like you.

This time a fat man weighing more than 200 pounds was fine even if I hung him like this..."

"Don't wander around, or you'll fall and it's none of my business." Mingyue said and jumped off the tree, "See you later, I'm going to cook first."

"Hey, how long are you going to hang me up for?" Song Qingshu knew that shouting would be in vain. This guy was determined to punish himself.

"You have to ask my master. He said it's okay. The most unlucky guy before was hung for three days and three nights. He turned from a big fat man into a bamboo pole..."

Seeing that Song Qingshu's little face turned pale with fright, Mingyue said again, "But as long as you admit your mistake to him in a sincere manner later, he will definitely let you go when he sees that you are young!"

Apologize? I didn’t offend him. How can I apologize?

Song Qingshu was speechless. After Mingyue finished speaking, he jumped back to the house in Yadong, but the old man was still lying on the boulder in front of the door, motionless as if dead.

Song Qingshu tried to twist his body slightly to adjust his posture. The string also swung back and forth, like a swing. Song Qingshu was so frightened that he closed his eyes and muttered "Oh, no hair."

No, it should be Infinite Heavenly Lord.
Chapter completed!