The strongest master in history

The name of the woman in the yellow shirt has always been a mystery.

But since she didn't want to tell, Lin Yuanjian couldn't force him to tell.

After resting for half an hour, everyone regained their spirits and continued on their way.

Brother Ma is still a bully, and he hasn't even eaten a few mouthfuls of grass along the way, so he still runs at half the speed, as if he had taken a stimulant and was tireless.

The real energy that Lin Yuan saw directly turned an ordinary horse into a good horse that travels thousands of miles a day.

That night, everyone stayed in Pingshan Town on the border of Henan. The next morning, they fed the horses, bought some food and drinks, and continued on their way.

Entering the territory of Henan, it is not far from Luoyang.

Lin Yuanjian skillfully stroked the horse's buttocks to infuse it with real energy, and the horse neighed all the way, heading straight to Luoyang...

"It's the first time I've seen such a horse-drawn carriage. Mr. Lin's whimsical ideas are amazing." The woman in the yellow shirt couldn't help but smile when she heard the horse's cry, and thought to herself.

The road was calm and nothing happened, and we arrived in Luoyang City at noon.

It took three or four days to travel, but it only took one day.

The first priority when entering Luoyang is of course to find Zhang Wuji's whereabouts.

But it was obvious that this kid hadn't arrived yet, so everyone settled down at the inn in Luoyang City first.

Lin Yuan saw that he was bored, wandering alone in the streets of Luoyang, and was about to go to the head of the beggar gang to find out the situation. Suddenly, he glanced and saw a familiar figure, and couldn't help but let out a surprise.

I saw that man holding a sword in his hand, wearing a green shirt, and handsome, who else could it be if it wasn't Wudang Song Qingshu?
Song Qingshu walked towards the city gate in a hurry, turning his head to look behind him from time to time, as if he was being chased.

Lin Yuanjian thought for a while, and his heart suddenly moved. Could it be Mo Shenggu who was chasing Song Qingshu?

He remembered that Mo Shenggu was accidentally killed by Song Qingshu. Is this scene going to happen soon?
Now that he was bumped into by Lin Yuanjian, how could he sit idly by?
So, he immediately followed Song Qingshu.

After a short walk, the two of them left Luoyang City one after another, heading towards the mountainous areas in the outskirts.

Soon, Lin Yuanjian noticed that there was a person approaching hurriedly behind him. He walked in a hidden form, slowed down and observed, and found that it was indeed Mo Shenggu.

Song Qingshu's lightness kung fu was obviously not as good as Mo Shenggu's, and he was caught up by Mo Shenggu not long after.

"Qing Shu, stop!" Mo Shenggu shouted loudly from behind.

Song Qingshu knew that he couldn't escape, so he stopped immediately, turned his head with ashen face, and said in despair: "Uncle Qi, please let me go, just pretend you didn't see anything."

Mo Shenggu reprimanded: "Qingshu, you are our Wudang disciple, a man must be brave! Since you dare to do something that violates the etiquette and insults the family tradition, why don't you dare to admit your mistakes?"

Song Qingshu begged: "I really like Miss Zhou, so I can't help but want to peek at her taking a bath. Uncle Qi, you were young too, so just let me go this time."

"Presumptuous, you still don't know how to repent!" Mo Shenggu was furious: "Your father gave us the mission to find out the whereabouts of the teacher, we should go back after completing the mission, but you... you Do such absurd things."

Song Qingshu was about to cry: "Uncle Qi, I was confused at the moment, please give me a chance."

Mo Shenggu said: "As long as you go back with me and confess your mistakes to your father, everything will be easy to talk about."

Song Qingshu said in horror: "No, I don't, my father will definitely punish me severely if he knows this matter, what face will I have in the future?"

"Qing Shu, you really disappointed me. In this case, Uncle Seven will have to take you back forcibly." Mo Shenggu sighed, and pulled out the long sword from his waist.

"Uncle Seven, I won't go back with you. Now, we have only one battle." Song Qingshu muttered to himself, and also drew his sword.

Lin Yuanjian was lying on a nearby big tree, looking through the branches and leaves, and had a panoramic view of everything.

He held a leaf in his hand, and he would make a move at a critical moment.

Although Lin Yuanjian doesn't like Song Qingshu, he doesn't want him to make an irreparable mistake.

In an instant, Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu's swords were like the wind, and they clashed dozens of times.

Both sides are using Wudang swordsmanship, and they are well aware of their respective characteristics and changes.

However, Jiang is still old and spicy, Mo Shenggu is more than ten years older than Song Qingshu, and his martial arts cultivation is of course higher.

After a short fight, Song Qingshu was completely at a disadvantage, and every move he made was suppressed.

"Qing Shu, you are not Seventh Uncle's opponent, obediently go back with Seventh Uncle, the so-called knowing your mistakes can make things better, as long as you sincerely repent, your father and the other senior uncles will forgive you." Mo Shenggu drew his sword while Said.

"No, I can't let my father and the others know about this matter." Thinking of the consequences of this matter being exposed, Song Qingshu wanted to die. He valued his face more than his life.

"Then don't blame Seventh Uncle, Seventh Uncle will definitely take you back today." Mo Shenggu's sword move suddenly changed, and the sharp sword light poured down like lightning, forcing Song Qingshu to panic.

At the moment when the sword was about to hit Song Qingshu's shoulder, Mo Shenggu hesitated slightly, and shifted the sword to the side for a few minutes. After all, he was unwilling to hurt this nephew.

Song Qingshu originally thought that he would be hit by the sword, but in astonishment, he thought it was Mo Shenggu's mistake, so he subconsciously raised his sword and stabbed forward!
Seeing that the sword was about to stab Mo Shenggu's heart, Song Qingshu also realized it, and was shocked, but the sword was too fast to stop the move.

Just at this critical moment, a leaf transformed into a rapid burst of green light, which cut the long sword in Song Qingshu's hand in two with a ding.

The tip of the sword was bounced off, and the remaining half of the sword was only half an inch away from Mo Shenggu's chest.

If it wasn't for the leaf just now, Mo Shenggu would have been pierced through the chest by the long sword at this moment.

Mo Shenggu's back was sweating coldly, just now he actually walked through the gate of hell!
"Uncle Seven, I...I..." Song Qingshu panted heavily, the hand holding the sword suddenly loosened, and the broken sword fell to the ground with a clang.

"Which hero is here, I hope to show up." Mo Shenggu looked around, frowning and said.This matter can be said to be a scandal of Wudang. Since the other party has heard it, if it is widely spread in the Jianghu, it will definitely damage Wudang's reputation.

Lin Yuanjian jumped down from the tree generously, and said indifferently: "It's me."

"Mr. Lin?" Mo Shenggu was taken aback: "You...why are you here?"

Lin Yuanjian smiled and said, "I happen to be in Luoyang for some business. I saw Mo Qixia and Song Shaoxia on the road, so I followed them out of curiosity."

Song Qingshu felt ashamed, wishing to find a way to get in: "Then you heard what we just said?"

"Yeah, I heard it all."