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"Jingxuan pays homage to Brother Song."

"Jingxu pays homage to Senior Brother Song."

Compared to more than two months ago, on Mount Emei, the attitude of the two Emei disciples towards Zhou Tong has undergone an earth-shaking change at this time, and their expressions are full of awe.

Zhou Tong nodded and said: "I'm going to Wudang Mountain now, you two must protect Zhiruo well."

"Yes, Senior Brother Song."

"Senior Brother Song, don't worry, I will never leave for a moment."

Seeing that the two men bowed in response, Zhou Tong summoned the two lieutenants, Du Sandao and Li Shouquan, and secretly instructed them.

"Once you see my signal at the foot of the mountain, immediately lead your personal guards and crossbowmen to respond."

Zhou Tong's tone was cold, and there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

It wasn't until the two lieutenants took orders to leave that he walked towards Wudang Mountain alone under the moonlight.

"I hope I won't go to this last step!"

When Zhou Tong set foot on Wudang Mountain, he was not in a hurry to go up the mountain immediately, all the martial arts he had learned were circulating in his heart.

With every step he took, he used his palm as a sword, incorporating various martial arts essence into it, and deduced the Qinglong Seven Killing Sword.

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There seemed to be a flash of swords and swords in his eyes, and he stepped out with one step, and slashed out with one style of sword.

Under the pressure of the life-and-death crisis, Zhou Tong's mind was unprecedentedly clear, one step at a time, seven steps out, and a complete set of Qinglong Seven Killing Swords.

Every time he took seven steps, his comprehension of the Green Dragon's Seven Killing Knives became more refined, and his momentum became more surging.

As Zhou Tong continued to climb up, the aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and his true energy surged, as if he had turned into a real dragon, roaring vertically and horizontally outside his body.

When he reached the halfway up the mountain, he could already see a ray of morning light, as if it had dyed his body with a layer of golden light.

Zhou Tong's aura at this time reached the extreme, his true energy roared, and he turned into a green dragon hovering around, which was extremely frightening. At this time, his comprehension of the green dragon's seven killing knives also temporarily came to an end.

He continued to walk forward, no longer deduced the Qinglong Seven Killing Knife, but just faced the morning light, and performed the Qinglong bead-spitting posture, and the aura that was originally blooming on his body began to slowly restrain himself.

As he continued to climb, Zhou Tong was able to gradually see a big sun, and the true energy in his body circulated like a dragon, as if he wanted to swallow that big sun in the sky.

The moment he arrived in front of the Wudang School Mountain Gate, the great sun rose completely in the sky, shining golden light and full of vitality.

Zhou Tong took a long mouthful of Chaoyang Ziqi, the true energy in his body was like a real dragon holding a pearl, entrenched in the dantian of the sea of ​​energy, hidden in the abyss.

The aura on his body was completely restrained at this moment, like a scholar in a green robe, with a face like a crown of jade, with a heroic posture, and an air of dust, like a banished immortal.

"Wudang traitor Song Qingshu, come to plead guilty!"

The clear and clear voice echoed over the many halls of Wudang Mountain, like a thunderclap, setting off a violent wind and waves on this originally calm mountain.

Chapter 55 You Are Not Song Qingshu

In the main hall of Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng, who had been in seclusion for more than eight months, came out.

The old Taoist priest had retreated for more than half a year, but his Taoist robe was not stained with any dust, but his robe and hair were a little messy, making him look a bit sloppy.

It's just that there is a special aura about him, ethereal and boundless, it's like looking up at the sky, unfathomable, like facing an abyss.

Song Yuanqiao, Yu Daiyan, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting and other five heroes accompanied him.

"Song Qingshu, Wudang's traitor, pay homage to Master."

In the hall, Zhou Tong waved the hem of his robe, and was about to kneel respectfully to the great master of martial arts.

With a wave of Zhang Sanfeng's hand, an incomparably terrifying true energy swept over like a sea wave, lifting his body up.

"You have been expelled from the Wudang sect a few years ago. You are not from my Wudang sect. I can't bear the title of master, and I can't bear the respect of General Song."

Zhou Tong felt Zhang Sanfeng's surge of true energy casually, and his heart was already horrified. Hearing the old Taoist's words, his expression was even more solemn.

He said in a respectful tone: "Song Qingshu was born in Wudang, grew up in Wudang, and his martial arts foundation is all accomplished in Wudang."

"Even if you are expelled from the Wudang sect, you will still be a member of Wudang in your life, and you dare not disrespect your master."

"Song Qingshu was deceived by an adulterer and accidentally killed the Seventh Martial Uncle. The crime is unforgivable. I have come to plead guilty to the Master."

Zhang Sanfeng said: "General Song led a large army to station at the foot of my Wudang Mountain. He was very aggressive. I have never heard or seen such a way of pleading guilty."

Zhou Tong leads the army to the foot of Wudang Mountain, Qin Yongxin can hide it from Song Yuan, an honest gentleman like Qiao, but he can't hide it from Zhang Sanfeng, an old Taoist priest who has experienced all the ups and downs in the world.

These words revealed Zhou Tong's intentions on the spot and tore away his fig leaf.

Yin Liting followed Zhou Tong all the way, feeling admiration in his heart, he couldn't help but said: "Master, Qingshu..."

Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand to stop Yin Liting from speaking, and continued: "Since General Song is here to plead guilty, the old Taoist has something to ask."

"I don't know the crime of murder, how should I judge?"

Zhou Tong's heart was slightly cold, Zhang Sanfeng's superficial politeness and alienation at this time were just a manifestation of his murderous determination in his heart.

He was thinking about it, and he already had the worst plan, so he pretended to be sad and said: "Killer should pay for his life!"

Zhang Sanfeng said indifferently: "Since General Song knows the principle of killing for life, if he has a conscience, why not commit suicide on the spot to comfort the soul of the boy Shenggu."

Zhou Tong's expression froze slightly, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became dead silent. Song Yuanqiao sighed and closed his eyes.

Yin Liting wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by Zhang Songxi who stood aside, shaking his head with a very solemn expression.

After a short silence, Zhang Sanfeng sneered and said, "Or is it that General Song's apology is just trying to put on a show, so as to silence the people of the world?"

This merciless debunking completely ripped off Zhou Tong's scheming and face. If he was an ordinary person, he would already have no place to be ashamed at this moment, and he could only apologize with death.

For any martial artist, these words are a naked humiliation!

Before Zhou Tong's trip, he had envisioned many scenarios, but he didn't expect that Zhang Sanfeng didn't do anything, and only used words to push him to a desperate situation.

Words are more powerful than blades!

Seeing that Zhou Tong was about to speak, Zhang Sanfeng said in a sonorous tone: "If General Song has no intention of paying for his crime, then please go back!"

"Old man, I know that General Song is now powerful in the world, holds a large army in his hand, and is revered by countless heroes."

"The Wudang faction is just a small Taoist temple. How can it stop thousands of troops from attacking the mountain? Even if there is an enmity with General Song, I would never dare to take five steps with the general on this Wudang Mountain."

Zhang Sanfeng said in a cold tone: "It's just that I have to avenge my death. Today, after the general goes down the mountain, the old Taoist will announce to the world that he will enter the barracks alone to fight the general."

"Life and death are in harmony with one's destiny. I don't know what the general wants?"

Zhou Tong felt Zhang Sanfeng's cold and firm murderous intent, and couldn't help but feel helpless. He was completely sure at this time that Zhang Sanfeng had completely broken through and became a supreme master in the realm of heaven and man.

Even if such a strong man is among the ten thousand armies, can he really block it?

Thinking of the scene where he was one of heaven and man and killed Kukutmoor with one sword, Zhou Tong felt heavy, "Since Zhang Sanfeng has completely stepped into the realm of heaven and man, he will only be stronger than me who made that sword."

"If you don't break the shackles of heaven and man, how can you match it?"

"Besides, once you leave Wudang Mountain, there will be no room for change. Song Qingshu's crimes will also be made public and criticized by the world."

At this moment, Zhou Tong only felt that he was in a dilemma. Zhang Sanfeng, an old Taoist priest, was really too sophisticated. He could penetrate people's hearts and point to the root cause.

He pondered for a while, and said cheekily: "Master, you are serious. Song Qingshu is originally from Wudang, how dare you fight with Master?"

"Killing people to pay for their lives is a matter of course. I should have ended my life now, and went to the underworld to plead guilty to Master Seven."

"only……"

Zhou Tong waved his hem, knelt down on one knee, and said in a bitter tone: "It's just that I have a heavy burden on my body now, and I have been pinned on by tens of thousands of troops and countless people."

"If I die at this time, wouldn't I have failed those heroes who entrusted me with their lives? Even more so, I would have failed those people who trusted me."

"At that time, the army will have no leader. Facing the encirclement and suppression by Yuan soldiers, they will be defeated and blood will flow like rivers."

His tone was extremely painful, and he said: "The life and death of me, Song Qingshu, is nothing to worry about, but how can I have the heart to ignore the life and death of tens of thousands of soldiers?"

As Zhou Tong said, he swung his palm as a knife, cut off a strand of hair, and said earnestly: "Today, I, Song Qingshu, have a heavy responsibility and cannot apologize with death, so I leave a strand of long hair in Wudang to enshrine instead of my head. Uncle Mo."

"In the future when the great cause is achieved, I will definitely go to Wudang Mountain again and present the head as a fulfillment of my promise to apologize to Uncle Mo."

After all, Zhou Tong bowed down, holding a lock of long hair in both hands, and did not play for a long time.

Song Yuanqiao had already opened his eyes at this time, staring at his son dumbfounded, as for Yu Lianzhou, Yin Liting and the others looked at each other speechlessly.

Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward and came to Zhou Tong, without saying a word, a terrifying pressure weighed on him, making him feel like a green mountain.

Zhou Tong's heart condensed slightly, and his true energy circulated, like a real dragon lingering, about to rush out of the abyss at any moment and soar into the sky above the nine heavens.

At this moment, he was already ready for Zhang Sanfeng to make a sudden attack and a big fight.

Zhang Sanfeng watched him for a long time, the atmosphere became more and more oppressive, almost breathless.

It was just unexpected that Zhang Sanfeng, who had a terrifying momentum and a cold face, did not choose to attack directly, but said in a surprised tone: "I have never seen such a brazen person."

"You are not Song Qingshu."

"who are you?"

Chapter 56 I don't want you to die

Zhou Tong's expression froze when he heard Zhang Sanfeng's words, and he cursed inwardly: "Okay, you old Taoist priest, you dare to call me thick-skinned and shameless, and you really think I'm not a cultural person? Do you think I can't even see you scolding people?" ?”

Whispering in his heart, he raised his head and said bitterly: "Master, I'm just a mere Song Qingshu. No one would impersonate me now."

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Looking at your thick-skinned and black-hearted appearance now, it is quite different from the previous appearance of being strong on the outside and being narrow-minded on the inside. Instead, you have a somewhat heroic appearance."

"If it is to drive out the Tartars and restore the mountains and rivers, it may not mean that there is really no hope."

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting and the others felt the change in Master's style of speaking. Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but let go slightly, and his knuckles that were pinched were a little whitish, and only then gradually returned to blood.

Zhou Tong didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, this old Taoist didn't play cards according to common sense at all, who knows if he will strike down directly with a palm in the next moment.

"Master, the award is too much. There are so many heroes in the world. It's just a coincidence. I want to do something within my ability for the common people in this world, and I will live up to this life!"

These careless and awe-inspiring words finally loosened the sharp murderous intent in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes.

He snorted coldly, and said, "General Song wants to say that he has lost his private integrity, but he has no harm to righteousness?"

"Old Daoist, I'm not a stubborn person either. If that's the case, I'll give you a chance."

Zhou Tong's heart condensed slightly, and said: "Please tell me clearly, Master."

Zhang Sanfeng strode towards the outside of the hall, without turning his head, he said: "People in the martial arts are naturally judged by martial arts, as long as you can catch my three moves, I will agree with you to replace your head with hair."

Hearing this, Zhou Tong not only didn't relax at all, but became more dignified and tense, thinking to himself: "This old Taoist must be fighting me with the magic skill that penetrates the heaven and man."

"With my strength at this time, it is already very difficult to resist a blow from heaven and man, let alone three moves?"

"The old Taoist said it sounded grand, but in fact he was still hiding his murderous intentions. Instead, he attacked me justifiably."

"If he really beat me to death with three moves and two moves, no matter whether it is the army under the mountain or the martial arts world, they will definitely not be able to tell the truth."

Zhou Tong's heart was awe-inspiring, Zhang Sanfeng, an old Taoist priest, acted like the breeze and the moon, naturally, but pervasive, people fell into his control unconsciously.

All kinds of thoughts were circulating in his mind, he didn't dare to be negligent, and said respectfully: "Song Qingshu, thank you, Master, for your guidance."

Then he got up and followed Zhang Sanfeng to the outside of the hall, Song Yuanqiao and others hurriedly followed.

When he walked outside the hall, Zhou Tong's expression changed slightly, and he saw Zhou Zhiruo walking slowly from a distance with the support of Jingxuan and Jingxu.

"Emei Zhou Zhiruo, pay homage to Master Zhang." Zhou Zhiruo saluted Zhang Sanfeng.

"Master Zhou is being polite." Zhang Sanfeng returned the gift, and then told the Wudang disciples beside him: "Hurry up and get a chair."

After all, this old Taoist priest had a lot of experience, so he could tell at a glance that Zhou Zhiruo was pregnant.

"Thank you, Master." Zhou Zhiruo changed her address calmly upon hearing this.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled slightly, and said: "Don't dare to be an old Taoist, otherwise if you miss something later, wouldn't it be like killing your disciple with your own hands?"

"Old Daoist, I'm getting old, and I can't bear to see the tragic situation of the white-haired man giving away the black-haired man anymore."

Zhou Zhiruo chuckled lightly and said, "My husband comes from Wudang Mountain, with broken bones and tendons, even if he was deviant a few years ago, he is still a member of Wudang sect no matter what."

"Now my husband has repented and is willing to dedicate the rest of his life to the great cause of fighting against the Yuan Dynasty. If he can get Master's mercy, spare his life and save all people in the world from the fire and water, it will not only pray for Master Mo under the nine springs, but also for Master Your old man taught you well, and it added another good story for Wudang and the world."

Zhou Zhiruo bowed slightly, saluted and begged her: "Now I'm the wife of the Song family, and I'm even pregnant. I hope Master will show mercy. Don't let me lose my husband and become a widow."

"I also absolutely don't want to see my poor child become an orphan without a father before he was born."

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but his expression moved slightly, and he sighed a long time, especially the sentence 'no more husband', which made him a little speechless.

Guangming Ding Zhang Wuji regretted his marriage once, but now if he really killed Song Qingshu, it would be the second time.

"You little girl is so devoted to that evil, you even mercilessly uncovered your own scars." Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhou Zhiruo and said with a sigh: "Speaking of which, Wudang is really sorry for you."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled and said, "Little girl has a lot of troubles, so what does it have to do with Master and Wudang?"