Fragrance Stealer

The people in the field looked at each other, and after a while, a pretty girl poked her head out and asked crisply, "What are you looking for, big brother?"

A beautiful oval face and a pair of black and white eyes came into view, Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "This must be Miss Yue, and I am Linghu Chong's friend, I want to have a drink with him."

"Hmph, stop lying." Yue Lingshan wrinkled her nose, "You obviously don't even know what my senior brother looks like, so how could you be his friend?"

"Miss, don't you know that there is such a thing as "spiritual friendship" in this world?" Song Qingshu said with a smile, "I am not only Linghu Chong's friend, but also know that he misses you very much."

Yue Lingshan also knew a thing or two about the elder brother's intentions. When Song Qingshu said it, she couldn't help but blushed. She was about to refute, but she didn't know what to say, so she froze there for a while.

"What a disciple!" With a cold reprimand, a young boy with delicate features and good looks stepped out to protect Yue Lingshan behind him.

"Are you a man or a woman?" Song Qingshu stared blankly at him for a moment.

The young man hated being regarded as a woman the most in his life. Hearing this, he was furious, and drew his sword and stabbed at him, but he didn't know that the tip of the sword was three inches in front of the opponent, and he couldn't move forward any more.

Song Qingshu's fingers trembled, and a dark energy was sent towards him. The young man felt a numbness in his mouth, and he could no longer hold the sword in his hand, his body became unstable and he fell backwards.

Yue Lingshan quickly stepped forward to support him, a group of brothers looked at Song Qingshu in horror, the martial arts shown by the other party were far beyond their comprehension.

Looking at the "Huashan Lin Pingzhi" engraved on the sword, Song Qingshu was in a daze for a while, and looked up at Lin Pingzhi again.

When I read the original book, I even thought that he was the protagonist of Swordsman.Although Lin Pingzhi's face is as weak as a woman's, his heart is extremely hard.When he was desperate, the phrase "I would rather be a beggar than a thief" once made me, who was an audience at that time, unable to calm down for a long time.

Song Qingshu admires Lin Pingzhi's character very much, but it's a pity that in the original book, he bears a bloody feud, and then he learns that his beloved master has been using him to obtain the family-passed evil sword manual. The upright hero turned into a gloomy and treacherous little boy...

"You are Lin Pingzhi? Come with me, I have something to tell you." Song Qingshu turned around and walked a few steps, but when he realized that there was no movement behind him, he couldn't help but snorted coldly: "What's wrong, you have no guts?"

People in the Jianghu have always been coveting the Lin family's evil sword manual. Seeing that Song Qingshu recognized him, he subconsciously took precautions, but when he heard the other party's agitation, he really hated and said, "Why not!" He waved his hand to stop Yue Lingshan's tugging, He followed Song Qingshu firmly.

The two came to a secluded place, Lin Pingzhi saw that there was no one around, raised his head and said, "What advice do you have?"

Song Qingshu turned around and stared at Lin Pingzhi carefully, seeing that the other party was impatient, he smiled and said: "Young man, I see that your bones are amazing, you must be a martial arts prodigy, I will give you a set of peerless magic skills, and I will protect you in the future." The important task of cosmic justice and peace is entrusted to you!"

Chapter 100 Compassion

Lin Pingzhi looked back at him vigilantly, but didn't speak.

Song Qingshu was bored and didn't care, and continued: "I have a set of sword skills here, and I will show you the whole set, and you can learn it if you want to."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword moved lightly, and showed him the moves and moves of the Five Sacred Sword that he had summarized.

At first Lin Pingzhi thought that the other party was teasing him, but after watching for a while, he found that the other party was indeed showing him a set of exquisite sword skills, and it was much more advanced than what his master usually taught them.

Following the opponent's rehearsal, Lin Pingzhi's temples were sweating slightly. He only felt that he remembered this move and forgot that move. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the previous move. With advanced martial arts in front of me, but I am dull and unable to remember, endless regret and despair arise spontaneously.

After the demonstration, Song Qingshu looked at Lin Pingzhi, who was profusely sweating, and asked, "How much do you remember?"

Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from his teeth, and he said angrily, "I didn't remember one layer."

Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned, and subconsciously said: "It's true that pigs will worship you as king."

Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassing. After turning blue and red for a while, it suddenly turned blue-gray, so pale that it penetrated.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's appearance, Song Qingshu seemed to have seen the scene where he went to a martial artist to learn Baguazhang on a whim in his previous life.Before studying, I fantasized that I was a celestial genius like the protagonists in martial arts novels, and I would be able to read it once.As a result, the martial artist taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The contrasting sense of frustration made him unforgettable forever.

Isn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the halo of the protagonist?Song Qingshu showed a slight smile, and comforted: "Your martial arts are too low now, so I can't blame you for not remembering these advanced swordsmanship. Well, I have a way, you look into my eyes."

Subconsciously, Lin Ping raised his head and saw the other party's dark and deep pupils, his eyes suddenly became confused, as if he had entered a void space.

Suddenly, the figure of Song Qingshu appeared in front of his eyes, and the other party smiled and said: "I am using the technique of moving the soul to imprint the sword technique in your mind, but this is not your own after all, it is just convenient for you when you are in doubt. For the purpose of inquiry, only when you master it well can you really learn this set of sword techniques.”

Lin Pingzhi was confused when he heard it, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart. Before he could speak, the other party practiced the sword technique again, and quickly concentrated on memorizing it.

I don't know why, but this time I just feel as if I have been enlightened, after a set of sword skills, I can remember every detail clearly.

There was a sound of snapping fingers next to his ear, and Lin Pingzhi woke up from the chaos. With a thought, every move and style of the sword technique clearly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu in amazement: "I remember, I remembered!"

"Your martial arts foundation is too poor. You have to practice this set of swordsmanship for three years before you can find revenge on Yu Canghai. Remember! If you can learn your Huashan Zixia Kung Fu halfway through, with internal strength as the foundation, you should be able to get twice the result with half the effort." Song Qingshu thought for a while. Fan, said to him solemnly.

"Three years?" Lin Pingzhi was full of surprises. With his current martial arts improvement speed, I am afraid that Yu Canghai may not be able to avenge his revenge before he dies of old age. Now Song Qingshu tells him that after three years of hard training, he will be able to get what he wants. Can you be ecstatic.

"By the way, don't tell anyone about my martial arts teaching you, including your master." Song Qingshu was still a little apprehensive at the thought of the scheming Yue Buqun.

"Hmm! Pingzhi will never forget your kindness and kindness!" Lin Pingzhi knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

"You don't have to do this, it's just a matter of little effort for me." Song Qingshu turned sideways to hide.

"Engong's little effort, but for Pingzhi, it's a kindness and rebuilding." Lin Pingzhi said seriously.

"Okay, go back quickly, or that Miss Yue is going to be in trouble soon." Song Qingshu said jokingly.

Lin Pingzhi's face turned red, and he had just walked a few steps towards the school grounds when he suddenly turned around and asked with a complicated expression, "Why would benefactor help me?"

"In the original world, you and I were all poor people, perhaps because of the same illness." When Song Qingshu said these words, it seemed like a lifetime away.

Lin Pingzhi nodded as if he didn't understand, and went to meet Yue Lingshan who was running over...

Back at the Sword Qi Chongxiao Hall, Yue Buqun and Mu Renqing had already discussed and decided to visit Feng Qingyang together on Siguoya.

Although Feng Qingyang belongs to the Sword Sect, Yue Buqun thought that if there really was a master with a mastery of swordsmanship living in Huashan in seclusion, then he would not have to worry all day that Huashan would be directly destroyed by Zuo Lengchan, so he was also anxious to go to Siguoya Prove the existence of Feng Qingyang.

After the group came to Siguo Cliff, Mu Renqing summoned his inner strength and spread his voice across the mountain: "Mu Renqing, a descendant of the Huashan Sword Sect, please see my junior uncle."

Yue Buqun at the side secretly admired that although Jianzong emphasized swordsmanship and neglected internal strength cultivation, the Hunyuan Kungfu they practiced was by no means inferior to Qizong's Zixia Divine Kungfu.

Mu Renqing yelled three times in a row, but there was no response from Siguo Cliff. The group looked at each other, staring at Song Qingshu one after another, and even Xia Qingqing became suspicious.

Seeing Xia Qingqing's expression, Song Qingshu gave a wry smile and shrugged: "For you, I will go all out."

After speaking, he sank into his dantian, and roared with more forceful internal force: "Old man Feng, I am back again. I was careless last time, and I just lost a move from you. This time I will not show mercy. Come on, come on, let's fight three times!" One hundred rounds..."

Xia Qingqing heard black lines all over her head, and everyone in the Huashan faction looked unhappy. At this moment, a cold snort came: "Overestimating one's abilities!"

The voice seemed soft and weak, but it could be heard clearly by Song Qingshu's thunderous roar, and Yue Buqun's expression changed: I never thought that Hunyuan Kung Fu practiced to the extreme is such a state.

As soon as the words fell, an old man with white beard and green robe appeared at the corner of a big rock, with a gloomy expression and a face like gold paper.

"Disciple Mu Renqing (Yue Buqun) pays homage to Master Feng." Seeing his appearance, although there is a trace of time, the two still can't recognize the young master who was the number one swordsman in Huashan back then.

Feng Qingyang flicked his sleeves, and Mu Yue and the two felt a gentle energy to help them up, and they felt admiration in their hearts.

Looking at the head of the two sword qi sects, Feng Qingyang looked complicated and sighed: "Back then I missed the sword qi two sects' martial arts competition, which resulted in the almost complete annihilation of the sword sect. If not..." After speaking, he gave Song Qingshu a vicious look.

Song Qingshu felt terrified when he saw it, he quickly pushed Xia Qingqing forward, and said with a sneer: "This time, your disciples and grandchildren are begging you for something, and it's none of my business."

Chapter 1: The Forbidden Top of the Night of the Full Moon

Xia Qingqing felt that Song Qingshu had pinched her behind her back, and when she realized it, she hurriedly told Feng Qingyang about Yuan Chengzhi sadly.