The strongest master in history

"Bastard, you are blatantly prying into the corner of our Wudang wall. If you are sensible, you will immediately roll down the mountain. I, Song Qingshu, can't understand you, a guy who is both incompetent and putting on airs." Song Qingshu pulled out his sword with a clang. After coming out, Lin Yuanjian could feel the cold sword energy on the sword's edge from a few meters away.

"I cured Wuji's cold poison, why is he grateful to me for taking me as his teacher? What's more, I also taught him the ability to make him rule the world." Lin Yuan saw the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but the words he said were not at all. Not humble.

Song Qingshu sneered and said: "What a big tone, Wuji's cold poison even my master can't do anything about it, who do you think you are? You have the ability to rule the world, you have to be bragging!"

Lin Yuan said: "It seems that you don't believe it."

"I don't know if your ability is as big as your tone." Song Qingshu's face darkened, and the steel long sword in his hand suddenly stabbed towards Lin Yuanjian's left shoulder like a snake.

Song Qingshu's calm face eased the moment the sword was thrust out. He knew that as long as the sword stabbed down, the guy in front of him could be revealed.

"Hmph, jumping beam clown, it's not worth seeing, and I don't want to see where our Wudang is."

As soon as he thought of it, his expression froze instantly.

The tip of the sword abruptly stopped a foot away from Lin Yuanjian.

There was no other reason, Lin Yuanjian gently stretched out two fingers to clamp the sword.

It took a few seconds for Song Qingshu to react, and his heart was shocked: "This is impossible!" His martial arts and swordsmanship are among the best among all the third-generation Wudang disciples. Although the sword just now did not use all his strength, he was not an ordinary person. Can handle easily.

However, Lin Yuan saw his hips not leaving the chair, sitting quietly, and only raised his hand to clamp the sword when it was about to stab, and only used two fingers!
Song Qingshu felt that he couldn't hold back his face, it seemed that this ordinary boy was not simple.

"You're lucky to take this move, but the next one won't be so easy." Song Qingshu sneered, ready to use his housekeeping skills.

Just when he was about to draw the sword back, his expression changed drastically.

Song Qingshu found that his sword seemed to be inserted into a hard stone wall, and it didn't move at all.

Even with all his strength, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and blushed, but Lin Yuan could not see the sword wavering between his fingers.

How can this be?Song Qingshu couldn't believe it at all, even his father Song Yuanqiao might not be able to hold the sword with two fingers so easily.

The other party is younger than him, how can he have such advanced martial arts?
"You disturbed my rest, it's better to go out." Lin Yuan's face darkened when he saw that there was a strong force between his two fingers!

Song Qingshu screamed, and flew towards the door like a weed in the wind.

The door seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible hands. It opened when Song Qingshu flew in, and closed automatically after he flew out.

The seven or eight Wudang disciples in the courtyard couldn't help but secretly rejoice when they saw a cloud of shadows smashing out quickly.

"Ha, let you poach the corner of our Wudang faction, I thought you had a lot of skills, but it turned out that you were easily defeated by Senior Brother Song!"

"Our senior brother Song's martial arts are world-class, how can this three-legged cat compare?"

Some disciples who reacted quickly have already flattered.

However, their jaws almost dropped when they saw the man on the ground with all four feet in the air.

The person who flew out in embarrassment was actually Song Qingshu!
The guy who just flattered him suddenly looked embarrassed, pretending that he hadn't said anything.

"Senior Brother Song, what's going on?"

Everyone hurriedly helped Song Qingshu up.

Song Qingshu held the sword, his face turned red and blue.

It was agreed that he would go in and teach others, but now it seems that he is the one being taught.

"Let's go, let him go for now." Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and said this sentence with great difficulty.

"Why, Senior Brother Song? We haven't taught him a lesson yet!" said a disciple with a weak head.

Also teach a hammer!Song Qingshu wanted to scold his mother, didn't he see that Lao Tzu was kicked out by someone's trick?

After all, this is quite embarrassing, he can't admit it directly, as long as everyone knows it well.

But just now, which pot did the disciple not turn on and which pot did he lift? How did you let Song Qingshu answer?How ignorant!

"Our Wudang is a decent sect, Wulin Taishan Beidou, he is a guest, we can't offend at will. Even if there is a conflict, we must resolve it in front of the head master and all the senior uncles! Brother Song is a gentleman, how could he do that? This kind of private venting of anger?" Another more witty disciple helped Song Qingshu settle the situation in time, and never mentioned the scene where Song Qingshu fell out in embarrassment.

Song Qingshu cast a satisfied look at him.

The disciple suddenly puffed up his chest, as if to say, learn a little bit, this is what a qualified young man should look like.

The disciple's words also reminded Song Qingshu: "Yes, this kid has some abilities, but I don't believe he can still be a match for my father and several uncles. At that time, I only need to explain the reason of the matter. I can't stand that kid."

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu's mood relaxed a lot.

……

After driving away Song Qingshu, Lin Yuanjian hadn't rested for a few minutes before Zhang Wuji came back.

"Master, are you free now?"

Lin Yuanjian frowned: "Could it be that your third uncle wants to see me?"

"Master is really good at predicting things." Zhang Wuji smiled and patted the back of his head.

Lin Yuanjian said: "Okay, then take me there." Zhang Wuji worshiped him as his teacher. Although Yu Daiyan, Song Yuanqiao and others may not have any objections, they definitely want to see his skills.

Soon, Zhang Wuji brought Lin Yuanjian to a quiet courtyard.

Under the old tree in the middle of the courtyard, a tall, about 40-year-old man was lying on a bamboo bed. He was obviously disabled and had limited mobility.

There is no doubt that this person is Yu Daiyan, one of the Wudang Seven Heroes.

"Third Master Uncle!" Zhang Wuji called out.

"Wuji, are you here?" Yu Daiyan raised his head happily, but his eyes fell on Lin Yuanjian who was beside Zhang Wuji: "Who is this?"

Zhang Wuji said: "It's Wuji's master..."

"I met Yu Sanxia when I went to Lin Yuanjian." Lin Yuanjian clasped his fists with a smile.

Yu Daiyan was taken aback. He heard Zhang Wuji say that this master taught him the Nine Suns Manual, a unique martial arts skill, and healed the cold poison in his body.

Originally, he thought that such a person should be an old and reclusive expert, or a well-known master of the rivers and lakes, but he never thought that the other party would be a young man about the same age as Zhang Wuji.

"Third brother, we came to see you. I heard that Wuji is back. Is he with you?" At this moment, a loud voice came from outside the yard, and soon there were many footsteps. It was obvious that there were quite a few people coming. .

"Eldest brother?" Yu Daiyan was startled, and quickly said: "Wuji is here, everyone come in."

Lin Yuanjian turned around and saw a group of eight or nine people walking in through the courtyard gate.

The first person was nearly fifty years old, with a majestic appearance and wearing a gray Taoist robe. He should be Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

The four middle-aged men following him must be Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu.

The rest are Song Qingshu and three girls, two of whom are about 30 years old, and the other is a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. The three girls are all very handsome, especially the youngest girl, who is absolutely beautiful. The beautiful face carries a kind of gentle temperament unique to Jiangnan women, which is unforgettable.

Lin Yuanjian was puzzled, the Wudang Sect did not accept female disciples, could they be members of the Emei Sect?
Song Qingshu's eyes were very unfriendly, he had been scanning Lin Yuanjian since he came in, and thought to himself: "My father and several uncles are here, this time I will see if you can still be so frightened!"