Martial arts: the salted fish swordsman who lives in the same blessing

"Puff puff puff..." came one after another broken voices.

In the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu was hit by the six people's various moves!

"Pfft..." He didn't even have time to let out a scream. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll!

"Senior Brother Song!!!" Seeing this, the six people were shocked and wanted to help Song Qingshu up.

But at this moment, Su Mu's voice came from behind them:

"I said idiots, have you forgotten me?"

"Hoo..." After the words finished, Su Mu turned his feet and came behind the six people with a series of afterimages. He didn't even use a sword, he swung his fist and smashed it!

"Peng! Peng! Peng..." After a clear sound, the six people collapsed to the ground and passed out.

"Alas..." At this moment, a sigh suddenly came from the front hall.

"Master Zhang, are you willing to come out at last?" Su Mu took off the wine gourd and took a sip of the wine, then smiled and teased Zhang Sanfeng who had already entered the venue.

"You made me laugh." Zhang Sanfeng said with a wry smile after glancing at Song Qingshu and the others.

In fact, he had already noticed it when Song Qingshu and the others first made a move.

But he didn't show up, and held down Song Yuanqiao who wanted to stop him.

He wanted to see if the new generation of Wudang elites could break away from Wanwan's illusion.

pity......

He was so disappointed that the dignified Wudang elite disciple was bewitched by mere charm and turned into a marionette in the hands of others!

"Plop!" Song Yuanqiao also came out at this time, and after looking at Song Qingshu with a complicated expression, he immediately knelt down in front of Zhang Sanfeng:

"The disciple is not strict in teaching the child, please punish the master!"

"Oh...it's not your fault." Zhang Sanfeng sighed and shook his head, then helped Song Yuanqiao up.

Afterwards, he stared blankly at the fainted Song Qingshu for a long time, and suddenly said something that made Song Yuanqiao's back hurt:

"Yuanqiao, Qingshu's temperament is too bad, he is not suitable to be my direct descendant of Wudang School, let's relegate him to an outer disciple.

In addition, after he wakes up, drive him back to the mountain, let him reflect on his past. "

"..." Song Yuanqiao turned pale after hearing this.

After a long time, he closed his eyes with grief:

"Yes... master."

"Hehe..." At this moment, Su Mu suddenly chuckled and thoughtfully said:

"Why is Head Song so sad? Zhenren Zhang is helping your son."

"Uh..." Song Yuanqiao, who was sad, was taken aback when he heard the words, and asked in puzzlement:

"Bang Qingshu? What do you mean by that?"

"Really Zhang is provoking Song Qingshu." Su Mu glanced at Zhang Sanfeng and sighed:

"Zhang Zhenren is worthy of being a master of martial arts, and he can see Song Qingshu's weakness at a glance."

As he spoke, he pointed to Song Qingshu:

"This kid's will is too weak, if there is no big turning point, he will never have a chance to break through the Grandmaster in this life.

The reason why Zhang Zhenren demoted him to an outer disciple was to stimulate him.

If he can realize his shame and then be brave, and strengthen his mind, maybe he can break through the limit.

And if he is decadent, then..."

Having said that, Su Mu shook his head and didn't continue talking.

This is a gamble, a gamble that bets on Song Qingshu's future!

If Song Qingshu can work hard, then he has a chance to break through the Grandmaster.

If not...

From then on, there will be one more decadent and useless Taoist on Wudang Mountain! .

Chapter 40 Su Mu: Wanwan, you are simply a born maid!

"Su Xiaoyou is really smart." Seeing that Su Mu had seen through his thoughts, Zhang Sanfeng nodded, and looked at Song Qingshu with a complicated expression:

"If Qingshu can break through this catastrophe, he can be reborn from the cocoon.

If not...

In fact, it is also a good choice to be an ordinary Taoist priest in Wudang Mountain and live an ordinary life. "

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

As the son of the head of the sect, Song Qingshu is the direct successor of Wudang. While enjoying the glory, he must also bear corresponding responsibilities.

And Wudang, as the top sect in the world, will face extraordinary people in the future, at least they will be masters.

If Song Qingshu can't break through the master, then the status of direct disciple will only harm him.

That's why Zhang Sanfeng deprived him of his identity.

This is a form of protection.

"So it is." Song Yuanqiao suddenly realized.

Afterwards, the sadness on his face disappeared, and he knelt down in front of Zhang Sanfeng, saying respectfully:

"It's the disciple's incompetence that made the master bother, please forgive me, master!"

"Get up." Zhang Sanfeng helplessly helped Song Yuanqiao up.

He really couldn't stand this rigid disciple who knelt down and kowtowed at every turn.

Afterwards, he hurriedly turned his head to look at Su Mu, and changed the subject:

"Speaking of which, the old man has to dare to thank little friend.

If it wasn't for Xiaoyou, the old Taoist wouldn't know that my Wudang faction still has so many good seedlings. "

With that said, he turned his head to look at those Wudang disciples who had escaped from the Wanwan coquettish technique, his eyes were full of relief, and he said kindly:

"You didn't fall for my name of Wudang. Yes, you should continue to work hard in the future. The future of Wudang depends on you."

"Putong, poutong..." As soon as Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, those Wudang disciples were so excited that they couldn't help themselves. They all knelt down on the ground and said in unison:

"I will live up to my master's high expectations!"

"Okay, okay, everyone, get up." Zhang Sanfeng nodded kindly, and raised his hand slightly.

"Huh..." A soft force helped several people up.

Although these people were also beaten into pig heads by Su Mu, Zhang Sanfeng felt pleasing no matter what he saw.

These few people are determined, and they will definitely be the mainstay of the Wudang Sect in the future!

As long as it is properly cultivated, it is very likely to become a master, and there is even a slight possibility of touching the realm of a great master.

Therefore, he planned to train these people well after returning.

And at this moment, Su Mu slowly walked towards Wanwan who had been afraid to move since seeing Zhang Sanfeng.

After coming to her, Su Mu asked playfully:

"Little Witch Wanwan, do you have any other tricks?"

"Hmph!" At this time, Wanwan no longer put on a show, and after a coquettish snort, she glared at Su Mu and said:

"Don't be complacent, people will definitely find your weakness, and then subdue you, making you obedient to others."

The two consecutive failures made Wanwan very disappointed, but it also aroused her fighting spirit.

However, she did not intend to kill Su Mu.

Although I don't want to admit it, but... No matter in mind, means or talent, Su Mu has her head above her.

Such a talent, it's a pity to kill him.

So, she made a secret oath just now:

"I must make this damn Sumu bow under my skirt and listen to me forever!"

"Conquer me, hehehe..." Su Mu couldn't help laughing, rubbing his chin and looking her up and down.

"Giggle..." Seeing this, Wanwan let out a laugh like a silver bell, and cast a charming look at Su Mu:

"Why, are you tempted by others?"

"I'm really tempted." Su Mu nodded bluntly.

"Huh?" Wanwan, who was just asking casually, her eyes lit up.

Then, her eyes suddenly became a little sad:

"You are so cruel.

Since you are tempted by others, why do you have to deal with it so hard? "

As she spoke, she unconsciously touched the red spot between her eyebrows.

"Didn't you become more beautiful? Why do you care?" Su Mu responded nonchalantly, and continued to look Wanwan up and down.

Then he stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, and looked at her teeth.

"(⊙o⊙)!" Wanwan was confused.

Why are you still looking at your teeth?Are you picking cattle?

At this moment, Su Mu squeezed Wanwan's arm again, as if testing his muscles.

Then, he nodded in satisfaction:

"Not bad, well-proportioned, well-proportioned, with dense muscles, white and neat teeth, and not too disgraceful, she is a good material for a maid."

"Waiting... Maid?!" Wanwan pointed at herself in disbelief:

"You just want me to be your personal maid?!"

She originally thought that the word Su Mu was really fascinated by her beauty and wanted her to be his wife.

Unexpectedly, Su Mu wanted her to become a personal maid who was not even as good as a concubine...

This is so insulting!

"No, you misunderstood." Hearing this, Su Mu shook his head immediately.

But before Wan Wan was happy, Su Mu pointed at the courtyard and said:

"I didn't intend to make you my personal maid, but to make you a cleaning maid."

As he said that, he looked at Wanwan who was already in a daze, and said seriously:

"I've been in need of a maid who cleans the yard, does laundry and cooks.

But I am a person who pursues perfection, and I look down on those ordinary maids. "

Having said that, he patted Wanwan on the shoulder, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"It so happened that you came here at this time, and I found that you are very suitable no matter in terms of appearance or physical strength.

So, stay and be my maid.

Of course, I won't wrong you either. Although I'm a cleaning maid, on the surface I will give you the status of a personal maid. "

The personal maid is actually the so-called dowry maid in the legend.

Its status is lower than that of a concubine, but higher than that of an ordinary maid.

As for the sweeping maid...

That is a servant, very low status.

"Crackling..." Wanwan regained her composure and nearly gritted her tiny white teeth.

Staring at Su Mu with fiery eyes, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't even think about it! Even if I die, I will never be your maid!"

"It's not up to you." Su Mu smiled playfully, turned his head and shouted to Zhang Sanfeng: