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Chapter 141 Going Down the Mountain
"Uncle Junior, I want to eat beggar's chicken."

From winter to spring, on Tianzhu Peak, Song Qingshu, who was one year older, ran over with a bamboo sword chicken from Zhujianfeng. Ever since Suning made him a meal of beggar chicken, he has As if addicted to eating, the child is full of habits.

Suning laughed it off. If you include the time spent in different worlds, his mental age is actually close to 50 years old. Therefore, the kind of intimacy like father and brother makes Song Qingshu very attached to him.

The vegetation in Wudang Mountain is luxuriant, and there are many kinds of herbs, which add flavor and nourishment.

After receiving the bamboo sword chicken, Suning squatted down by the mountain spring to clean it up, and Song Qingshu followed silently like a small tail, thinking of the delicacy of the beggar chicken, already salivating.

Especially at the moment when the beggar chicken was about to be cooked, his pair of peach blossom eyes, like a woman's, shone brilliantly.

Suning looked at Song Qingshu, who was evolving towards a foodie, and didn't stop him. Instead, he was optimistic about his success. After all, a foodie is better than Er Wuzi. What's more, with his teaching, Song Qingshu's achievements may not be as good as Zhang Wuji's.

What about "Nine Suns Divine Art"?I broke it with one sword.

After the beggar chicken was eaten, Suning grabbed a handful of soil, and then washed his hands in the mountain spring. Song Qingshu ate too much, and kept touching his slightly swollen belly, smiling contentedly.

"Rest for half an hour, and then practice sword." Sitting on the tree stump, before resting with eyes closed, Suning said lightly.

Song Qingshu nodded obediently, walked to his small tree stump and sat down, wiped his clothes casually with greasy hands, then took out a "Tao Te Ching" from his arms and read it carefully.

The little uncle promised him that if he could read through the Three Thousand Dao Cang before reaching the crown, then the little uncle would promise to create a set of free and easy and handsome swordsmanship for him, so that he can be proud of the world in the future.

Of course, Song Qingshu actually hoped that the little uncle could tell him a bedtime story every day, because those stories were so exciting and pleasant to listen to.

"Tao can be Tao, very Tao, name can be named, very famous. Nameless, heaven and earth..." Song Qingshu bowed his head and began to read. This is his method of endorsement. Reading it out loud is good for memory.

The "Tao Te Ching" is not long, so he quickly turned it back, and then took out the first volume of the "Tiger Bell Classic".

"Tiangong is the first. The way of heaven changes, ebbs and flows, and the power of the leased land is what makes it. The sky is precious but the land..." Song Qingshu read aloud again.

The spring is bright, the sun is shining brightly, and the sound of the little boy reading aloud and gently turning the book is as loud as the wind.

Listening to the sound of Song Qingshu's reading, Suning said with satisfaction: "Read more Daozang, women are nothing but love threads under the sword of wisdom to you."

Half an hour passed quickly, and it was Song Qingshu's favorite time to practice swords. In order to let Song Qingshu get the most pure instruction from Suning, Song Yuanqiao only taught Song Qingshu Wudang internal strength, and did not teach other martial arts at all.

Therefore, there was no obstacle for Song Qingshu to learn Suning's swordsmanship, but he was too young after all, even if his aptitude was not bad, he could only comprehend the superficial aspects of swordsmanship.

Empty has its form, but it has no spirit!

For this reason, Suning restrained his unknown swordsmanship and learned from Zhang Sanfeng. Based on Song Qingshu's temperament and temperament, he specially created several sets of martial arts for him to practice.

Spring goes and spring comes back, up and down the mountain.

In a blink of an eye, Suning was already 16 years old, his stature was getting taller, his inner strength was growing day by day, and he was more comfortable with the sword, but his appearance was really not outstanding, compared with the 15-year-old Song Qingshu, it was a bit overshadowed.

However, Suning's unique temperament made up for this point. It may be due to the pursuit of killing power. His sword energy is extremely strong.

This day is the festival when the dragon raises its head on the second day of February. Five poisons appear, and Wudang Mountain is no exception. Suning was lucky and caught one of the most poisonous centipedes and put it in a gourd to soak in wine.

The wine is brewed by him himself. The spring water from Wudang Mountain is mixed with whole grains, and the taste is extremely pure.

"Little uncle, what do you think this is?" A blue shadow flew over, with a handsome and picturesque face, it was Song Qingshu.

I saw him holding a jug of wine in his hand, and respectfully handed it over: "This is Taibailou's Taibaijiu. Nephew and I talked to the shopkeeper of the restaurant before he was willing to sell a jug. I invite my uncle to taste it."

Suning took it, opened the seal, smelled it, and said with a smile: "Not bad, Qingshu, you have a wink. In a few days, the little uncle will teach you a sword technique to save your life."

"Thank you, little uncle." Song Qingshu was overjoyed.

He started to walk the rivers and lakes at the age of 14, and he was always disadvantaged. Even some people in the rivers and lakes whose martial arts are higher than him, as long as he uses the swordsmanship taught by his junior uncle, he can often turn defeat into victory at critical moments.

It's only been a year, and the prestige of "Yumian Xiaomengchang" is already in the limelight in the Jianghu, and that Jianghu person doesn't say a word about him as a young genius when he sees him.

While Suning was drinking, a Wudang disciple suddenly came up to report. Seeing Suning, the little uncle, he hurriedly pulled Song Qingshu far away, and then reported in a low voice, saying that some masters of the Haisha School came to make trouble.

"Don't tell my junior uncle, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous." Song Qingshu warned him quickly.

"Isn't that good, Senior Brother Song?" The third-generation disciple who had been taught three sword techniques by Suning looked embarrassed.

Song Qingshu became a little worried, not because he was worried about Wudang, but because he was worried about those troublemakers, because last year, the three Yuanxin, Yuanyin and Yuanye who were said to be blinded by the fifth uncle almost died under the sword of the junior uncle .

The little martial uncle just handed out a sword, and the right hands of the three monks were already useless. If it wasn't for the words of the senior martial uncles to save them, they would have died long ago.

"It's nothing to trouble, I'll send them away right away." Song Qingshu said in a tone that could not be refuted, and then led him down the mountain.

After Suning finished drinking, he casually threw out the wine jar, feeling very excited, and recited Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing" aloud.

"Zhao Keman Huying, Wu hook frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is like a shooting star. Killing a person in ten steps, thousands of miles..." While reciting the poem, he held the sword to develop sword skills according to each word of the poem.

liquor!poetry!sword!
Every time a sword is handed out, the sword energy on the sword will increase by one point, until the poem is almost finished, the Wudang Six Heroes and Zhang Sanfeng who is about to retreat have appeared on the peak at some time.

After reading the poem and using the sword technique, Suning put the sword back into its sheath, but the sword energy still persisted, and the sword momentum did not dry up, instead, it rushed to the bullfight.

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao were about to step forward when they suddenly saw Suning unsheathing his sword. Then the sword flashed, and ten steps away, the towering ancient tree where ten people were hugging had been pierced by Suning's sword.

"So fast!"

Even though Song Yuanqiao knew that this junior brother's swordsmanship had reached its peak, he was still afraid of the speed and power of this sword, because he found that he could not resist this sword at all, and the murderous intent of that sword was too strong. It's like the sword of hell, extinguishing life.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed softly, and asked: "Little Lizi, have you just learned this sword technique?"

Su Ning retracted his sword and saluted, "Yes, Master."

Zhang Sanfeng frowned and said: "Little Lizi's swordsmanship is too murderous, it is really not suitable for martial arts competitions, but it is most suitable for dealing with evil people in the arena."

"Xiao Lizi, remember what you said as a teacher, this sword technique must not be taught to your nephews, even Qingshu."

Su Ning wondered: "What if my nephew Qingshu insists on teaching me?"

Zhang Sanfeng said earnestly: "Little Lizi, Qingshu learned your style of swordsmanship, and he can't master it at all. It will do him a hundred harms but no benefit."

Suning nodded and said: "I will obey my master's orders."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded with satisfaction, put his hands behind his hands and said: "I am almost mastering Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword, so I want to retreat again. Now the world is almost crazy for the Dragon Sword. This time, you should go down the mountain too."

Suning nodded.

The next day, at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Song Yuanqiao was stationed in Wudang, Suning and Zhang Songxi each rode their horses, and the troops set off in six groups.

However, Suning was the last to leave, because Song Qingshu also wanted to follow him, but fortunately he was stopped by Song Yuanqiao sternly.

"Eldest brother, take care of yourself, Qingshu, practice martial arts well."

After Suning bid farewell to Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu, he rode on his little mare and really went down the mountain.

(End of this chapter)