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Chapter 159 Wudang Invincible
Even though the fact that Suning defeated Sandu had been kept secret by the Wudang faction, it was still spread in the Jianghu. No one was surprised, because Suning was the number one in the celebrity list of the Jianghu. It is normal for the elders, but they are surprised that the Shaolin School has a long history and has been passed down for nearly a thousand years, but the foundation is so shallow.

As a result, the reputation of the Shaolin School was discredited, and the Wudang School officially became the number one martial arts school.

But these things have nothing to do with Suning, he is still teaching Zhou Zhiruo how to practice swordsmanship and reading, rain or shine, cold or hot.

After the battle between Suning and Sandu, Zhou Zhiruo's swordsmanship has improved greatly, but in Suning's eyes, it is still not enough, but it is okay for her age, but the severity is still the same, but Zhou Zhiruo is still willing, which makes Suning faint I feel a little bad.

It is said that girls mature much earlier than boys. This is not unreasonable, not to mention that children of poor people become rich early.

But looking at Zhou Zhiruo's immature and pretty face, Su Ning shook his head, feeling that he was overthinking, she should be just as attached to him as a father and a brother, and he must have read too many vulgar novels.

Now that Zhou Zhiruo's swordsmanship is well established, he doesn't need to teach him personally, so Suning also feels a little relaxed.

When he walked to the bamboo sword peak with his hands behind his back, he found that the sixth senior brother was slashing bamboo with his sword in the bamboo forest to vent his anger.

Needless to say, he must have suffered in Yang Xiao's hands again.

how to say?

In terms of aptitude in martial arts, Yang Xiao is far above Yin Liting, but Yang Xiao is not as lucky as Yin Liting. First, he has the master of martial arts, Zhang Sanfeng, and then he has the junior of the great master of swordsmanship, Su Ning.

Yin Liting naturally knew about this, and understood that the martial arts he had learned were all superior to Yang Xiao's, but he was still no match for Yang Xiao. This feeling of losing both in love and in the battlefield was the most painful.

The bamboo leaves are flying, and the bamboo forest is falling one by one. Looking from a distance, it looks like it was blown down by the wind.

Su Jing quietly waited for Yin Liting to vent.

He has some things to say.

But Yin Liting chopped more and more bamboos, looking like a maniac, Su Ning secretly screamed that something was wrong, knowing that this was a sign of madness, he quickly swooped in and hit Yin Liting's Qihai acupoint, and the excessive qi guided him back to his original state.

After a while, Yin Liting regained his sanity.

Su Ning withdrew his hand, shook his head and persuaded: "Senior Brother Six, you can't go on like this, otherwise, let alone revenge, even your life will be in danger."

Yin Liting spat out a mouthful of blood, and said bitterly, "I can't forget it!"

Suning asked: "Do you want me to kill Yang Xiao on behalf of my senior brother?"

Yin Liting looked puzzled: "Xiao Lizi, this is not good, this is the grievance between me and Yang Xiao, if I ask you to act for me, I am afraid that people will make fun of me!"

Su Ning said seriously: "Senior Brother Six, you are like this, so Yang Xiao can take advantage of it."

Yin Liting only felt that Su Ning's voice was like a sword, one sword after another pierced his heart, his face was slumped, he remained silent, and tears glistened in his eyes.

Su Ning really has nothing to say, the lovesickness knife can hurt people the most, but as long as you hold the handle tightly, you will be fearless, but what about Yin Liting?
He is holding the blade tightly, not hurting others, only hurting himself!
This is a good man, and the kind of good man that Suning admires, but in love, when a good man faces an opponent like Yang Xiao, he will always be a loser. Even if he is as lucky as Yin Liting, he still wants to call Yang Xiao's father in the future.

When Suning was about to say something more, Song Qingshu had already walked over, his face full of excitement.

"Qingshu, have you met anything good?" Su Ning asked with a smile.

Song Qingshu excitedly said: "Little uncle, at least 100 people have come down from Wudang Mountain, and they all want to worship you as their teacher."

Su Ning frowned, he was the most annoyed about apprenticeship, he shook his head and said: "I only accept one apprentice in this life, you just need to drive him away."

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then remembered that my junior uncle treats false names like dung, and said with a wry smile: "Master uncle, those people say they won't see you, and they won't leave even if they die."

Su Ning thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

Song Qingshu nodded and followed behind Suning.

Song Qingshu looked back at Yin Liting as he walked.

For this sixth master uncle, he also kind of hates iron and steel, but he doesn't know that if it wasn't for Suning, he would be even worse than Yin Liting.

But today's Song Qingshu, with fresh clothes and angry horses, has infinite scenery.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, there are already standing full of Jianghu teenagers holding swords, all under the age of 23, and their faces are full of wind and frost.

After seeing this scene, Su Ning was also slightly surprised. Such a grand occasion, even if the eighteen stick monks of the Shaolin School rescued the King of Qin and the gathering of lay disciples was nothing more than that.

After Suning appeared.

After seeing Suning, a group of young people with art apprentices knelt down one after another, like a tidal wave slowly advancing.

"Meet Master Su!"

This group of young men looked at Suning respectfully and said in unison: "I would like to become the disciple of Master Su. If Master Su doesn't want to, I won't be able to kneel here for a long time."

Wudang Sect currently has no real lay disciples, so there are not many disciples. If he hadn't traveled the rivers and lakes, Suning would be wearing a blue Taoist robe, so his honorific title is naturally a real person.

Su Ning said loudly: "I, Suning, only accept one apprentice in this life, and I have already accepted it. Therefore, I will not accept any more apprentices. Go back."

"I won't return until I die. If Su Zhenren doesn't want to accept disciples, then I'm willing to become a lay disciple of Wudang Sect." The young man in Chinese clothes said immediately.

They came here for Suning's martial arts. You must know that Song Qingshu's [-] years of wandering around the rivers and lakes had already achieved a great reputation, but they were already weak, but still unknown.

Suning hesitated for a while, pondered for a long time, and then came up with a way to call Song Qingshu to whisper something in his ear, and then strode away.

"Su Zhenren stay behind!"

The group of Jianghu teenagers got anxious and got up quickly to stop Suning.

Song Qingshu stopped the crowd at this time, a little nervous, but more excited, strode up to the group of Jianghu teenagers, and said loudly: "My little uncle said that it is okay to be a teacher, but it has to be selected. If you If the quality and disposition are acceptable, it is not impossible to accept you."

"Of course, my little martial uncle doesn't have time to teach you personally, but this young hero has the true biography of my little martial uncle. After you become a master, you can learn martial arts from me."

The group of Jiang Hu people were overjoyed, and they threw their flattering words on Song Qingshu as if they didn't need money.

Listening to those shameless flattery, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a little ecstatic, but he soon recovered, and said with a concentrated expression: "The first test of the little uncle is to ask you to kneel here for three days Three nights, those who can persevere are even the lay disciples of the little uncle."

As soon as these words came out, many people had retreated. It was midsummer and the sun was scorching hot. If they knelt here for three days and three nights, they would die if they were not careful.

"Farewell." Some of the people who were shot to death had already slapped their buttocks and left.

In an instant, there were only 30 people left.

Song Qingshu looked at the group of people who were unwilling to leave, and sneered softly: "A bunch of trash."

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingshu passed by those 30 people, stopped beside a young man with an evil face, and said lightly: "You can go."

"Why?" The evil boy got up angrily.

Song Qingshu said indifferently: "You and I know each other. You are a person who is indiscriminate, and the poisonous sword Ye Wuqing. You are not worthy to be my little uncle's lay disciple."

"I'm not convinced!" Ye Wuqing drew his sword out of its sheath and stabbed at Song Qingshu.

"court death!"

Song Qingshu didn't draw his sword out of its sheath, but the Qinggang sword with its scabbard flickered, and the sword flowed like a waterfall.

Ye Wuqing's long sword snapped with a clang, and the arm holding the sword was crushed by the force of the sword, dripping with blood.

"My father won't let you go." Ye Wuqing covered his broken arm and roared, "Don't think that your Wudang sect can cover the sky with one hand."

"Ye Batian, I was killed by my little uncle a long time ago." Song Qingshu drew his sword out of its sheath, and Ye Wuqing sealed his throat with it.

After Song Qingshu sheathed his sword, he put his hands behind his back and imitated the tone of his junior uncle, and said calmly: "I, the Wudang Sect, are invincible!"

Young man, be high-spirited!
(End of this chapter)