Chapter 1 I'm Song Qingshu and I Don't Want to Be a Dog Licking
Chapter 1 I am Song Qingshu, I don’t want to be a licker
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but is not visible up close.
After a spring rain, Yandang Mountain, which had been dry all winter, was full of vitality and greenery.
Song Xuan held a sword flower and shook off the blood stains on the long sword in his hand, then returned the long sword to its sheath and hung it on his waist.
Behind him is a small mountain village. If you look closely, you can vaguely see corpses lying in various directions in the village.
At a glance, there are no fewer than a hundred objects.
Looking at the gradually clearing sky, Song Xuan let out a breath.
This is the second year since he traveled to the world of Heaven and Dragon Slaying and became Song Qingshu of the Wudang Sect.
It was also the tenth bandit nest he had destroyed in the past two years.
Killing people, killing them to a point of numbness.
Rubbing his forehead, his consciousness concentrated in his mind, and then, a somewhat worn-out bronze mirror appeared in his sea of consciousness.
This bronze mirror was accidentally obtained by him in his previous life. After traveling through time, the bronze mirror also followed him.
There is no doubt that the reason why I can travel through time is definitely related to this bronze mirror.
As his consciousness concentrated, the bronze mirror in his mind trembled slightly, and there was a faint flicker of light. Then, lines of writing appeared on the mirror.
Name: Song Xuan (Song Qingshu)
Age: twenty years old
Cultivation level: eighth level of acquired heaven realm
Gen Gu: Sword Wizard
Martial Arts: Wudang Sword Technique (self-created martial arts), Wudang Sword Technique, Wudang Mianzhang, Sky-shattering Iron Palm, Wudang Nine Yang Kung Fu, Wudang Basic Light Kung Fu
Friendly reminder 1: As a swordsman, the host is more suitable for killing and swordsmanship.
Friendly reminder 2: The world is dangerous and life and death are unpredictable. Sometimes if you just be a little more cautious, you can live longer.
Friendly reminder three: The host has completed the task of wiping out ten bandit villages and has been given an opportunity to perfect the technique. Please use it with caution.
After reading the information in the mirror, Song Xuanchang breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, without any hesitation, he directly used the opportunity to perfect the technique on Wudang Nine Yang Kung Fu.
Then, a line of writing appeared on the mirror again.
"The deduction of Wudang Nine Yang Kung Fu is in progress. The deduction is over. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Kung Fu technique "Nine Sun Kung Fu"!"
The next moment, Song Qingshu felt that a mysterious skill appeared in his mind. At the same time, the Wudang Nine Yang internal energy in his Dantian began to become hot.
Waves of heat continued to circulate in his body, and the refreshing feeling made him hum softly subconsciously. Then he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to practice the perfected Nine-Yang Magic Technique.
It wasn't until the sky turned dark that he stood up, feeling that the Nine Yang internal energy in his body was more than twice as powerful as before, and he nodded with satisfaction.
The complete version of Nine Yang Magic is indeed amazing!
When he traveled through time and became Song Qingshu, a licking dog, he initially refused or even rejected him.
Song Qingshu is a tragic figure in the plot of Yitian Slaying the Dragon.
He is obviously from a famous and upright Wudang sect, and he is also the most outstanding disciple of the third generation of Wudang sect. As the future leader of the third generation, it can be said that he will start off like a king.
As a result, the one-handed king bomb was stunned by that kid.
The good heir to the head of the Wudang Sect is not the right one, so he has to be a dog licker for Zhou Zhiruodang of the Emei Sect.
The key is, I haven't licked my hand yet.
The saying that a licking dog will die a happy death is completely fulfilled in his case.
Fortunately, when he traveled through time, Song Qingshu was only eighteen years old, and had not yet been to Mount Emei, nor had he met Zhou Zhiruo.
Therefore, at this moment, he is still a third-generation disciple of the Wudang Sect, with a bright future.
Putting aside his dog-licking attributes, Song Qingshu's status as a Wudang master is still very good.
Let’s not talk about why we practice martial arts.
The key is, he looks handsome!
He is handsome, which is what Song Xuan is most satisfied with.
Of course, it was also something that gave him quite a headache.
He had no choice but to leave Wudang Mountain in the past two years, travel, and perform chivalrous acts. Every time he saved someone from danger, there would always be some young girl holding his arm and saying that there is no way to repay the kindness of saving lives, but to repay him with your body.
Xu and other strange words.
Of course, Song Xuan naturally refused.
How dare a group of ordinary people who are just greedy for his body dare to harm my Taoist heart?
He is a swordsman prodigy personally certified by the mysterious bronze mirror. Women and other things will only affect the speed of his sword draw!
The task of wiping out the ten major bandit villages was completed, Wudang Nine Yang Kung Fu was perfected into Nine Yang Magic Kung Fu, and Song Xuan, whose strength had been significantly improved, felt relaxed and happy.
The eldest son of the Song Dynasty, dressed in a green shirt and with a long sword hanging on his waist, hummed a song and walked slowly towards the foot of the mountain.
Until, when he reached the foot of the mountain, the smile on his face froze in an instant.
"Your sister, where is my horse?"
"I have such a big war horse, and it is staying at the foot of the mountain. I went up the mountain to kill a bandit, and was taken away by others?"
“The world is in chaos and people’s hearts are not ancient!”
Just as he was sighing, suddenly, the sound of horse hooves sounded in the distance, and then, a tall maroon horse came into his sight.
Hey, this horse is exactly his lost mount!
However, at this moment, there was a strange woman on the horse.
This woman was dressed in green clothes. She was seventeen or eighteen years old. She was pretty and elegant, with an aura of lightness.
Viewed from a distance, there is a kind of charm emerging from the bones. It seems to have condensed the bell spirit of Han River and the beauty of Emei. It is as beautiful as immortals and as beautiful as heavenly beings.
Even though the eldest son of the Song Dynasty has traveled all over the country in the past two years and has seen all kinds of beauties in ancient costumes, he has to admit that this girl is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life.
The woman on horseback seemed to be being chased. She turned around and looked back from time to time. When she found Song Xuan standing in the middle of the road, the galloping horse was already less than three feet away from him.
At this distance, even if the reins are pulled, it is difficult to stop the rapidly galloping horse immediately.
"Get out of the way!"
The woman's sweet but anxious voice sounded, one hand pulled the reins, and the other hand subconsciously wanted to cover her eyes, not wanting to see the tragedy that followed.
However, the impact sound as she expected did not sound. When she opened her eyes, what came into view was a slender and powerful palm pressing firmly on the head of the war horse.
On the ground, you can see a friction mark about one foot long.
And that man, with just one hand, actually stopped the rapidly galloping war horse!
Could this man be a monster? Isn't this strength too terrifying?
Looking at the confused woman sitting on the horse, Song Xuan frowned in displeasure.
"You stole my young master's horse and you didn't tell me why you turned back. Could it be that you wanted to kill people and silence them?"
As he spoke, his right hand, at some point, was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
Whenever this woman dares to say anything nonsense,
So, today is the day to destroy the flower with a ruthless hand and to kill the girl to achieve enlightenment!