[Comprehensive martial arts] Take the house to cross

Song Yuanqiao didn't agree or refuse. Regarding Miejue Shitai's invitation, he said that he still needed to think about it, and he would give Juejue Shitai an answer tomorrow morning.

Miejue Shitai somewhat disliked Song Yuanqiao's ink marks, but everyone said so, so he could only agree.

Song Yuanqiao invited Miejue Shitai to live on the mountain. The Shitai snorted and said that she had already reserved a room in the town below the mountain, so she didn't need to worry about Song Daxia. As for the result, Song Yuanqiao should send someone to tell her directly tomorrow.

After a small stab, Miejue Shitai left.

"Alas!" Song Yuanqiao sighed as he watched Miejueshi leave. What happened to Ji Xiaofu still affected the relationship between the two factions.

Song Yuanqiao sent someone to call his juniors, intending to tell the story and study it together.

Come on, the six sects besieging Guangmingding, such a big matter, it seems that the matter between him and Ye Zi has to be postponed again, Song Qingshu glanced at Ye Zijing, saw Ye Zijing smiling at him, and then turned to look at his father.

"Father, are you going to agree to Master Miejue's invitation?" Song Qingshu asked.

Although what Song Yuanqiao just said was consideration, Song Qingshu, who was familiar with his father, knew that his father was tempted.

"If we don't participate this time, then the next time they besiege is likely to be our Wudang faction."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Qixia came in: "Siege, let's siege, anyway, it's not the first time, I'm afraid they won't succeed!"

"If you want me to say, it was caused by the dragon sword. Before they came to Wudang in a swarm, it was because of Xie Xun's dragon sword. This time the siege of Mingjiao, the reason why other sects agreed so readily, who can say this Why is there no Dragon Slaying Knife in it?"

"Mingjiao has held the Dragon Slaying Knife for so many years. They say that with the Dragon Slaying Knife, they can dominate the Jianghu. I haven't seen these Jianghu people bow their heads to the Mingjiao."

"Slaying the dragon with a treasured sword, the supreme martial artist, if Yitian can't come out, who will fight against him? Isn't there a Yitian sword here? Why haven't they been so enthusiastic about Yitian sword!"

While talking, several other Wudang heroes also came over, and Song Yuanqiao took the opportunity to tell all the juniors about Miejue Shitai's coming.

Everyone said that it was indeed the dragon-slaying knife's fault.

"Alas, a single knife will make the whole rivers and lakes bloody." Yu Sanxia sighed.

"What's the secret in this sword?" Zhang Sixia said solemnly.

Ye Zijing moved her eyes, this stalk sounds familiar.

She paused, and said with some hesitation: "Since Xie Xun has been researching for so many years and has not found anything, maybe the secret will come out when the sword and sword are together?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, she continued: "Have you ever thought about letting this sword cut each other? Maybe this sword is hollow? Maybe the secret lies in this sword?"

Yes, why didn't they think of it?

However, what Ye Zi said was too specific, reasonable, and well-founded, as if he knew it a long time ago?

Ye Zijing is the granddaughter of an expert hermit, maybe her grandfather knew some secrets and told her.

Could it be that this is really the secret hidden by the Dragon Saber and Yitian Sword?

All the people present gave her their eyes.

Ye Zijing faced everyone's gaze, and smiled awkwardly. Song Yuanqiao was the first to come back to his senses, and glanced at the juniors, his eyes revealed the meaning that everyone understood.

Everyone looked at each other tacitly, and nodded with a tacit understanding, expressing that they would never tell this matter.

Why is this child still so ignorant? How old is he, and such a big thing, he just said it so carelessly.

Fortunately, Wudang is a group of honest gentlemen...

Ye Zijing: "..." Why is the reaction different from what I imagined?

Everyone ignored Ye Zijing's stupefied look, and looked at her one by one with love, pity, and hatred, and then the topic tacitly returned to the siege of Guangmingding.

"Eldest brother, what do you think? We all listen to you." Zhang Sixia said.

"Yes, we all listen to you." Mo Qixia added.

"Qingshu, what do you think?" Song Yuanqiao looked around at his juniors, and then threw the question to his son.

Song Qingshu glanced at his father helplessly. He knew exactly what his father was thinking, and he clearly had a settlement in mind, so he wanted to show him.

Song Qingshu glanced at all the senior uncles, and finally said: "I don't know whether the matter of the Sixth Master Uncle is true or not, this time the siege of Guangmingding, our Wudang faction must go, even for the Sixth Master Uncle, we must go Ask Yang Xiao personally."

"However." Song Qingshu said again: "It is enough for a few uncles to go. The rest of the disciples have not yet learned the essence of Wudang martial arts, and their skills are low. It is better not to deliver food."

Song Yuanqiao nodded in satisfaction, and the other masters also smiled in relief.

Taking advantage of the presence of several people, Song Qingshu simply told the matter about him and Ye Zijing.

"Father, all senior uncles, Ye Zi and I are in love with each other, and we hope it will come true!"

Except for Song Yuanqiao who didn't see anything, the others also saw the relationship between Song Qingshu and Ye Zijing, and wondered when this kid would be enlightened, but they didn't expect that they were already in love.

Ye Zijing was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't expected it, but she quickly lowered her head, ashamed to face everyone's gaze.

"You!" Song Yuanqiao was extremely surprised, he watched the two children grow up, why...

But soon he became happy, and promised: "Okay! Okay! After this matter is over, I will ask your grand master to make the decision for you and preside over the wedding for you!"

All the masters and uncles also sent congratulations one after another, and there was joy on Wudang Mountain.

Song Qingshu sent Ye Zijing back to the guest room, the flowers outside the room were different from last time, obviously, Song Qingshu changed it again.

"Why did you say it all of a sudden!" Ye Zijing asked.

Song Qingshu was also helpless: "How many times has this been delayed, I'm afraid if I don't talk about it, what if the bride runs away!"

"Fuck you!" Ye Zijing punched Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu fell to the side in a fake pose, and leaned on Ye Zijing's body, exaggerating: "Wow, I hurt so much from the beating, my heart hurts!"

Ye Zi smiled angrily, and punched him several more times!

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble." Song Qingshu held Ye Zijing's hand, led her, sent her to the room, pressed her shoulders to let her sit down, and said: "Hungry, wait, I will Go cook for you!"

After saying this, Song Qingshu touched Ye Zijing's face reassuringly, and ran away quickly when Ye Zijing lost her temper when she didn't come.

There is also a kitchen in the guest room. The kitchen was originally built for convenience. If you serve food from the cafeteria, it will take a long way and the food will be cold when it is delivered here. Therefore, a small kitchen is arranged here for the convenience of guests. We fire ourselves.

After Ye Zijing lived here, Song Qingshu often used this kitchen to cook food for Ye Zijing.

Soon, four dishes and one soup were ready. Although it was a simple meal, Song Qingshu made it feel like a big meal.

He deliberately poured two glasses of wine, one for himself and one for Ye Zijing: "This is my newly developed medicinal wine, it has the effect of sleeping, you can drink more."

After finishing speaking, he brought some food for Ye Zijing.

"This is your favorite pot-packed meat, try it quickly."

After Ye Zijing drank the wine, she paused for a moment with the hand holding the chopsticks, then picked up another piece of meat, and put it in her mouth to taste it carefully.

Still with that familiar smell, she swallowed the meat and said, "I forgot to ask you, who did you learn how to cook this pot of meat?"

"Do you still need to learn? I did it twice, and I thought you would like it." Song Qingshu said, and put another piece of meat into Ye Zijing's bowl.

"I never told you that I like Guobaorou, why do you think I like Guobaorou the most?"

Song Qingshu paused, looked at Ye Zijing suspiciously, and asked, "Don't you like eating pot-packed meat?"

No, he still remembers, the first time he made Ye Zijing's pot-wrapped meat, the delicious food made her cry!

That was when she was performing surgery on the Third Master Uncle. Ye Zijing slept all day, and he also stayed with her outside all day. On that day, he cooked pot-wrapped meat four times, using all the meat in the kitchen It's over.

Seeing her so tired, his heart ached so badly. For some reason, he always wanted to bring the best to her. He couldn't perform surgery on Third Master Uncle for her, but he could cook her a meal when she was hungry. Warm meals.

Standing in front of the stove, the first dish that comes to mind is pot-packed pork.

He knew that Ye Zi's health was not good, too much sugar would not work, but too little sugar would not taste good, he thought he could not master this degree, but he only tried it twice, when he made the second batch of pot-packed meat, he After making a perfect pot of meat, he somehow knew that Ye Zi would definitely like to eat it.

Sure enough, with tears in her eyes, she ate up the plate of pot and meat.

At that time Song Qingshu thought she was so tired that she was so sleepy that she shed tears, but when she asked, Ye Zijing said that it was because it was so delicious that she cried.

Song Qingshu: "..."

Now that I think about it, something was wrong, could it be that Ye Zijing didn't like to eat pot-packed meat, and she just swallowed it to save herself?It's not so delicious that you cry, but so bad that you cry?

Song Qingshu raised his heart.

Since then, he has made pot-packed meat many times. Is it possible that Ye Zi just wanted to make himself happy, so he forced himself to eat pot-packed meat that he didn't like?

The more Song Qingshu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Seeing that Song Qingshu's face gradually changed, Ye Zijing felt that her joke was a bit too much, and said quickly: "I like to eat pot-wrapped meat, and I like your pot-wrapped meat the most. It's just strange, why do you make pot-wrapped meat? Baorou is so delicious, it just suits my taste."

Song Qingshu paused, and seeing that Ye Zijing didn't show any reluctance, he was sure that what she said was true. Also, with his power of observation, whether he liked it or not, if he misread it once, would he be wrong countless times?

If you care about yourself, you will be in chaos.

Really, he almost thought that she had been wronged.

Seeing Song Qingshu's expression eased, Ye Zijing breathed a sigh of relief, and she had the time to joke around, she said: "Say, what a coincidence, the pot-packed pork you made happens to be my favorite food, do we have a good understanding like this?" ah."

Song Qingshu gave Ye Zijing a serious look, but turned his head but couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Early the next morning, Song Yuanqiao asked Song Qingshu to bring his thoughts to Miejue Shitai.

Master Miejue nodded in satisfaction after receiving the answer, and then led all the Emei disciples out of the inn.

When they reached the center of the town, Miejue Shitai stopped.

I saw a group of old men and women, in the open space in the center of the town, a big watermelon, cut in half, half for you, half for him...

"Song Shaoxia, this is..."

Song Qing wrote without changing his expression: "This is the villagers in the town doing sports."

Ever since Ye Zijing taught the simplified version of Tai Chi to Aunt Wang, the whole village has taken action. Every morning, they practice Tai Chi in the open space of the village. People from other villages saw it and knew that it was Wudang Zhang. The kung fu handed down by real people can strengthen your body after practicing, and if you round it up, you will live a hundred years.

Everyone with bright eyes followed suit, and soon, this evil wind blew into the town, and what the common people were most afraid of was sickness and death, the former cost money, and the latter killed them.

They don't need to be supervised, they can learn quickly, and they have divided the venue by themselves. The open space in the center of the town happens to be the territory of the elderly. As long as there is nothing to do in the morning, they will do Tai Chi here every day. The movements are not up to standard, nor are they It's very neat, but everyone is playing very seriously. At a glance, there is still a little momentum in it.

There are so many old men and women doing Tai Chi together, this event is also very shocking for Miejue Shitai.

After hearing Song Qingshu's answer, she was still a little dissatisfied, doing sports?It's too perfunctory.

Miejue Shitai watched for a while, and with her eyesight, she could see that although these movements originated from Wudang Tai Chi, they were just stretching movements. They were superficial and had little lethality. Son.

She glanced at the common people again, let out a "hum", turned and left.

On the way out of the town, I ran into three or four young people doing Tai Chi again. Although the number was not as many as those in the center of the town, the total number of people was quite considerable.

And along the way, Miejue Shitai overheard their conversation.

After practicing Tai Chi, I ate more, slept soundly, worked more vigorously, and lived a better life. I felt that I could live for several more years.

The tone was full of admiration for the Wudang School, and some people even said that they would send their children to Wudang to learn arts when they were older!

Juejue thought of the difference she found after coming to Wudang this time. Indeed, she seemed to see many young disciples in the martial arts arena in Wudang.

What does the development of a sect rely on? Isn't it the disciples under the sect? Let alone the quality, it is the quantity. Wudang surpasses Emei by a lot.

Miejueshi was too thoughtful, and his walking speed was much slower. Perhaps, they, Emei, could also learn from Wudang's method.

Thinking about it this way, when Miejue Shitai looked at those people practicing Tai Chi again, the expression in his eyes was no longer disgust, but some relief?

Song Qingshu sent Miejue Shitai away and came back. He didn't care too much about what Miejue Shitai was thinking. There were still a few days before the departure time, so it was hard to settle the matter between him and Ye Zi. While there was still time, He wants to spend more time with Ye Zi.

For this siege of Guangmingding, the Wudang faction only participated in Song Daxia, Yu Erxia, Zhang Sixia, Mo Qixia, and Song Qingshu, who was gradually emerging in the arena.

Song Yuanqiao didn't notify Zhang Wuxia, because he knew that the two brothers and sisters' position on such a big matter still needs to be discussed, and even if they didn't notify, they would definitely go over by themselves.

Song Yuanqiao and others left within a few days, and the Wudang faction soon became much empty. After they left, there was only one Yu Sanxia left behind in the Wudang faction.

In addition, there is also Zhang Zhenren, who is in retreat, and Ye Zijing, who makes up the numbers.

During the time Ye Zijing stayed on the mountain, she rearranged the information in the Wudang Pharmacy. Yu Sanxia's medical skills are very high now, and he has independently developed many kinds of medicines, all of which are very helpful in surgery.

I don't know if his limbs were saved by surgery. He is very fascinated by surgical knowledge.

Disinfection, infusion, things like hydrogen peroxide, povidone iodine, normal saline, etc., and various supporting facilities have been fiddled with. Yu Sanxia found a way to arrange it.

He even worked with Ye Zijing to treat a villager who broke his leg because of picking herbs. Besides, Yu Sanxia was already able to handle wound sutures and other operations by himself.

Yu Sanxia's research is very vigorous, but because the things are too advanced, even the disciples around him have only a half-knowledge of what he is researching.

For this reason, Ye Zijing had no choice but to come over to help.

Yu Sanxia was very embarrassed, and said that he was already recruiting disciples who were interested in this aspect, but the situation in ancient times was like this, the body is hairy and skinny, and it cannot be damaged by parents, and people in the martial arts can be more open. It's hard to find, even if you find it, some people are still not enlightened, and need to find it again, which makes Ye Zijing bother.

Ye Zijing said that it was all right, she just needed to sort out some paper materials, Yu Sanxia didn't shy away from it, she also learned a lot of knowledge from it, and she still earned it.

Ye Zijing was helping in Wudang Mountain while waiting for Song Qingshu's news, but the ancient communication technology is not very good, the distance is so far, and the messengers are ordinary people, sometimes people call up, but the letter hasn't arrived yet.

This is the case now.

The disciples of the sect sent letters, and the disciples of Shaolin Temple asked to see him.

As soon as the man came, he knelt down directly at Yu Sanxia, ​​saying that he had something important to say, and he had to see Zhenren Zhang before he could talk about it.

Master Zhang hasn't come out of retreat yet, Yu Sanxia doesn't want to disturb his old man, besides, his sense of Shaolin is not good, this Shaolin disciple kneels down as soon as he comes, he has no integrity at all, and he still insists on seeing his master, in his heart There was a question mark immediately.

He didn't intend to wake up the Shaolin disciple at all, and said directly: "The Wudang faction is now in charge, you may as well speak up if you have something to say."

The Shaolin disciples didn’t want to get up, and they didn’t get up. Seeing Yu Sanxia’s ruthless face, he simply stood up by himself: “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it, but that this matter is too shocking. It is related to the survival of Wudang. The real person is here, but the little monk dare not open his mouth!"

Yu Sanxia still remained expressionless: "Then you can do whatever you want."

After speaking, he left directly.

The Shaolin disciple was dumbfounded and froze for a moment, until he almost lost sight of Yu Sanxia before speaking hastily, willing to tell the whole story.

It turned out that the six sects all went to besiege Guangmingding, and there were not many people left behind in Shaolin Temple, and someone took advantage of the loophole, and all the disciples were killed, so he escaped with great difficulty.

When he was hiding, he heard from those people that people from other sects had already died, Shaolin was also finished, and their next target was Wudang. In order to save Wudang from this catastrophe, he risked his life to report the news.

After saying that, he knelt down again, choked with tears and said: "Your faction, you must avenge Shaolin for me!"

Yu Sanxia narrowed his eyes, and stared at the Shaolin disciple for a long time, until he was sweating, then Yu Sanxia said: "Let me report to my teacher, and then deal with it."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the Shaolin disciple and left directly.

The Shaolin disciple raised his head and looked around. There were only two young Wudang disciples and a boy in training clothes around him. He then looked at Yu Sanxia who was walking out with his back turned to him.

That Shaolin disciple narrowed his eyes, with a stern look on his face.

He raised his hand, revealing a dagger, before Yu Sanxia had gone far, he stabbed towards Yu Sanxia quickly with all his strength.

The cold light flashed by!

Ye Zijing shouted, "Be careful!"

The magic power of the flick of the finger knocked out the dagger at the critical moment.

Yu Sanxia also reflected, turned around to face the man, the Shaolin disciple was very close to him at this moment, a single blow could not succeed, the next attack came in an instant, a pair of iron palms came directly towards Yu Sanxia's lower abdomen.

If this palm is solid, it will be seriously injured even if it is not dead!

Yu Sanxia's reaction was not slow, with strong internal force surging, he directly slapped the disciple, and then kicked him flying!

Yu Sanxia coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Shaolin disciple was injured even more seriously, lying on the ground unable to move, he looked at Yu Sanxia with a smile on his face, and said proudly: "Shaolin is gone, and you Wudang can't escape either!"

Ye Zijing: "..."

Is it bad to live?

What a hatred, what a resentment!