[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

Seeing that Song Qingshu fell into the deep pit injured, Mo Shenggu immediately shouted: "Qingshu!" and ran towards the deep pit quickly.

Unexpectedly, just after running a few steps, the three black ropes of the three monks had already silently attacked them.Song Qingshu was injured, the actual victory has already been decided, now seeing the three black ropes attacking again, Mo Shenggu couldn't help being frightened and angry, he hastily raised the green bamboo stick in his hand to resist, and then used the dog-beating stick method to push one of the black ropes away, The other two black ropes have been rolled at the same time.The yellow-faced old monk said in a deep voice: "Master Mo, the prisoner in this deep pit is the wicked Xie Xun, please stay." After finishing speaking, the three monks withdrew their hands and put the three black ropes into their sleeves. Obviously he didn't want to continue fighting with Mo Shenggu, but he would never be allowed to get close to the deep pit.

Mo Shenggu knew that he was not the opponent of the three monks, but he was concerned about Song Qingshu's safety, so he immediately bowed and said in a low voice: "Today, I have learned the tricks of the three monks from the Shaolin School, and this junior has benefited a lot. It’s just that my nephew Qingshu is my elder brother’s only son, and he loves him very much, and I ask the three gods to spare his life.” Mo Shenggu has a heroic nature, he has lost but never begged for mercy since his debut, today for Song Qingshu It was the first time in such a low voice.

The three old monks were indifferent, after a while, the yellow-faced old monk said with a sneer: "Master Mo, your nephew is so lucky!" The three old monks have been meditating here for thirty years In the spring and Autumn period, he worked hard and deliberated, and he just practiced this vajra subduing demon circle.I don't want to fight with Song Qingshu for a moment, and he has already understood the profound meaning of the formation, and was almost resolved by him with strange gossip.

Mo Shenggu's heart skipped a beat when he heard the yellow-faced old monk's words, and he was about to speak when he heard a sudden cough from the deep pit, and Song Qingshu's voice floated out from the deep pit: "Seven Uncle, don’t ask them! I’m willing to admit defeat, you can go back!”

However, Mo Shenggu heard that Song Qingshu's aura was vain, and immediately he was burning with anxiety. He immediately knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "I also ask the three gods and monks to be merciful. If you want to kill or cut, Mo Shenggu will bear it!"

Song Qingshu's back was hit by the black cable, and he was already seriously injured. Seeing the three monks' reluctance, he already knew that life and death were unpredictable.During this period of time, no one can express the pain in his heart. Now that the time of death is approaching, he has no fear in his heart, but rather a sense of relief.Others couldn't see the situation above in the deep pit, but when they heard Mo Shenggu put his face down to plead for him, his heart was pierced, and he immediately raised his breath and shouted again: "Seven..." But he didn't say anything , He vomited blood again.

"Qingshu!" When Mo Shenggu heard Song Qingshu vomiting blood, he felt his soul fly away, and rushed forward like crazy, but was stopped by the three monks with a black rope.He had never tasted such pain in his life, and his heartache was like death, it was a hundred times more difficult than seeing Fifth Brother committing suicide in front of his own eyes back then.After a fight with the three monks, his strength was exhausted, internal injuries recurred, and he finally sat down slumped.After a while, he suddenly raised his palm and slapped himself twice, and said shyly: "Qingshu, Uncle Qi regrets not listening to what you said! Why, why did you resist for me?" His vision and experience are all good, so he naturally knew that Song Qingshu blocked that blow for him just now, and it was a life for another.

Song Qingshu chuckled twice, and murmured softly: "I owe you...I owe you...Why should Uncle Seven beg for mercy for me? I should have died a long time ago..."

"You can ask Wang Baobao for me, why can't I ask someone else for you?" Mo Shenggu said decisively, "Qing Shu, I don't know how much of what you said about Uncle Qi is true or false. But you are my own Watching you grow up, no one knows your nature better than me!"

What Mo Shenggu said, Song Qingshu felt the blood rushing in his chest, and his eyes felt hot.He still wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a word.At this moment, a hand suddenly came out from the dungeon he was in, grabbed his wrist and sighed softly: "Song Shaoxia, if you don't adjust your breath, this life will really be lost!" Fang Luo, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a hot spring-like warm current bubbling into his body from the "Neiguan acupoint", passing through the mutton into the sea of ​​qi, and relieving him from pain.The zhenqi that helped him heal his wounds was very pure, Song Qingshu knew that this opportunity must not be missed, he hurriedly adjusted his breath with the zhenqi closed eyes, and circulated the inner breath between his chest and abdomen for several weeks, and he felt much more energetic after a while.

Seeing this, the white-faced old monk couldn't help frowning slightly, and was about to roll up his black rope to interrupt Song Qingshu's healing, when the yellow-faced old monk said: "Junior brother, it's a sin to trap him to death. If it's what you want today, you can't do it." Force it." As soon as the yellow-faced old monk finished speaking, the other two old monks said yes at the same time, closed their eyes and recited the Heart Sutra together.

Under the deep pit, Song Qingshu took out the "White Tiger Killing Pill" from his bosom and swallowed it, finally he had the strength to say: "Thank you for your help, senior, but is the golden lion king Xie Xun?"

The people in the dungeon were very friendly to Song Qingshu. Even when they heard him get up, they didn't let go of the three fingers pressing on his wrist. They were obviously still paying attention to Song Qingshu's injury.Hearing Song Qingshu's question, he responded generously: "This old man is Xie Xun!"

Song Qingshu heard Xie Xun's self-proclaimed identity, and immediately lifted his spirits, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "I have admired the reputation of the senior for a long time, and it is like thunder!"

When Xie Xun heard the words, he asked back: "It's like a thunderbolt? Shouldn't it be that the evil is full of death and there is no guilt?"

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and replied calmly: "Senior is my fifth uncle's brother-in-law, right or wrong, I am not a junior who can judge the elder."

Xie Xun obviously didn't expect Song Qingshu to answer him like this, he laughed after a long while, and sighed: "Interesting! You are the head of the three generations and the future head is really interesting! I thought my adopted brother was already a different kind of Wudang sect, I don't want to You don't give up too much."

Song Qingshu still wanted to answer, but Mo Shenggu shouted loudly: "Qingshu, how are you?"

"Seventh Uncle, I'm fine, just adjust your breath quickly!" Song Qingshu hurriedly answered him, but slightly pressed Xie Xun's wrist with the five fingers of his right hand.

Xie Xun understood, and immediately raised his voice and said: "Mo Qixia, the old man is lonely in prison, let your nephew chat for a while, would you like to?"

With Xie Xun's words, Mo Shenggu couldn't break into the vajra demon circle, so he could only reply: "Please thank you, senior, for taking care of me." After saying that, he also crossed his knees on the ground, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.In any case, he would have to fight to have a chance to save his nephew.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, whispered two words to Xie Xun: "Thank you."

Xie Xun only shook his head slightly, and suddenly said: "Song Shaoxia, you are a disciple of the Wudang sect. Please tell me frankly how my righteous brother and younger siblings died." I once asked Grandma Jinhua, but Grandma Jinhua was not in Wudang at the time, so naturally she couldn't tell.After meeting Zhang Wuji, Xie Xun also asked Zhang Wuji, but he kept talking about him, obviously not wanting Xie Xun to know the truth.

Xie Xun helped him heal his wounds, and now that he was asked this question, Song Qingshu naturally knew everything, immediately sighed softly, and said slowly: "I still remember that it was Grand Master's [-]th birthday banquet, and the five major factions came to congratulate him. Uncle asked about the whereabouts of the senior. Uncle Wu would rather die than say anything for the sake of brotherly loyalty. My father and the others would naturally fight side by side with him for the sake of Uncle Wu. Only because the three monks of Shaolin Kongwen, Kongzhi, and Kongxing have mastered martial arts Well, my Wudang faction decided to use the "Zhenwu Seven-Block Formation" to deal with it. Because my third uncle was seriously injured and was bedridden for many years, my father and several uncles decided to ask my fifth aunt to replace my third uncle. They went to my Third Uncle’s Zhaitang asks my Third Uncle for advice, I don’t want to… don’t want to…”

"What don't you want?" Xie Xun knew in his heart that this was a crucial point, so he immediately sternly reprimanded him. "The dead are dead, what good is it for you to hesitate?"

Song Qingshu felt terrified when he heard Xie Xun's words, and hurriedly bowed his head in agreement, and continued: "I don't want to teach my third uncle to recognize my fifth aunt's voice, it turns out that my third uncle was conspired to be disabled many years ago because of my fifth aunt's poisoning. First."

When Song Qingshu said this, Xie Xun couldn't help crying out in pain: "How could this be? How could this be?"

"The Seven Heroes of Wudang love brothers and sisters. My third uncle is innocently burdened by my fifth aunt. Seeing that he is going to be paralyzed for a lifetime, the pain in my fifth uncle's heart is irreplaceable. One is his wife and the other is his brother; there are five big factions outside. When they came to the door, there was a slight difference, and the Wudang sect could not survive. The fifth uncle was in a dilemma, and in order to resolve the Wudang crisis, he drew his sword and killed himself in front of the five major sects, and the fifth aunt also committed suicide with the fifth uncle." Speaking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but With a faint sigh. "Thank you senior, although the death of my fifth uncle and fifth aunt was caused by you, it was not just because of you. Now the Wudang faction has already found out that the person who hurt my third uncle was a member of the Ruyang Palace. Blame Shaolin and stir up martial arts disputes. My third uncle got black jade intermittent ointment and healed as before. As for the blood feud between my fifth uncle and my fifth aunt, one day Wuji's troops will come to the city and conquer the capital, and drive the Mongolian Tartars out of the Central Plains. Revenge and revenge!"

Xie Xun bowed his head and pondered for a while, then said for a long time: "I have known Yidi not long ago, and I know that although he is a clever person, he has a very strong temper, and he is too stubborn when it comes to bad things. I just hope that I can say Unexpectedly, I made a mistake... At that time, the Tianying Academy in Wangpanshan invited so many heroes from all corners of the country to watch the ceremony, and he was the only one who stood up to compete with me. He knew that his martial arts were not as good as mine, but he actually competed with me in writing. I won a game against me. I promised to let him go, but he begged me to spare the lives of those heroes. The sea is vast, and he is not my opponent. Even if he kneels down and begs for mercy, no one will see him. But he would rather die than fight me. He recognized me as a brother-in-law for Wuji’s safety, don’t I know? But we have been together for ten years, and people are not grass and trees. Is his heart towards me true or false? Although Xie Xun is blind, he is not blind!"

When Zhang Cuishan left the Wudang School, Song Qingshu was just a child of two or three years old, and he really didn't have a deep impression of this fifth uncle, seeing Xie Xun's grief, he just sighed along with him.But Mo Shenggu's eyes turned red when he heard Xie Xun's words, and he said with hatred, "I can't blame the Lion King for the death of my fifth brother and sister-in-law. I only hate the Yuan court for being unkind and treating the Han people as humble dogs!"

As soon as Mo Shenggu said this, Song Qingshu was amazed. When the fifth uncle and aunt passed away, the seventh uncle hated the Tianying Sect deeply, and Yin Tianzheng sent people to visit Zhang Wuji several times, but he knocked them down the mountain.I don't want to think that after many years, his state of mind has become so peaceful, and he is more transparent and considerate of others' unspeakable secrets.

Xie Xun laughed loudly when he heard the words, and said: "Wudang faction is worthy of being called Wudang faction! Master Zhang can teach such disciples, Xie Xun really admires him, and wishes to see him!"

Hearing that Xie Xun admired Zhang Sanfeng so much, Song Qingshu felt honored, and immediately smiled and said: "Tomorrow when Junior Brother Wuji breaks the Vajra-subduing magic circle and rescues the senior, Wudang will sweep the couch to welcome you. And my fifth uncle and aunt, They haven't seen you for many years, so they must be very concerned about you."

Song Qingshu was very polite to him because of the kindness of helping each other, Xie Xun could still understand, but what he just said was obviously the position of the Wudang faction.Xie Xun was curious, so he couldn't help asking: "Song Shaoxia, are you completely unaware of my past mistakes, or do you not care about them at all?"

Song Qingshu smiled softly, and replied: "Seniors committed numerous bloody crimes, they were originally provoked by Yuan Zhen, and Yuan Zhen manipulated them behind the scenes. The real murderer is Yuan Zhen, and senior is just a knife in Yuan Zhen's hand. However, if it weren't for senior How can you be taken advantage of by others if you have an unruly temperament and act extremes? Therefore, if the senior made a mistake, Yuan is really guilty; if he made a mistake, he should be punished, and if he is guilty, he should die!"

Xie Xun was silent for a long time, finally sighed, and said with a lot of emotion: "I don't want to think that someone has told the truth just now."

Unexpectedly, just as Xie Xun finished speaking, the yellow-faced old monk immediately said coldly: "Xie Xun, you kill people like hemp and malaise, don't you think it's so easy to pass them all on to others?"

Xie Xun couldn't help laughing wildly again when he heard the words, and said loudly: "Yan Ling Flying Sword Qiu Zizai, Judge of Yin and Yang Qin Dapeng, Shandong Tiezhang Xia Jie, Dian Cang Shuangjie..." Xie Xun was smart and had a good memory, and he reported this The more than ten names and surnames are all relatives and family members of people in the martial arts that Song Qingshu met at the Lion Slaying Conference. "These people were all killed by this old man. After I kill Cheng Kun and end the family's blood feud, if their descendants come to seek revenge on me, I will kill them without regret. As for the others... Hehehaha ..."

The yellow-faced old monk heard Xie Xun's laughter, which seemed insane or not, and he was frightened and angry, and shouted sharply: "Xie Xun, don't you repent when you are about to die? These people are not the only ones who died at your hands?"

Xie Xun laughed for a while, and suddenly replied sharply: "For the rest, Haisha sent Yuan Guangbo, Giant Whale Gang Mai Qiong, and Shenquanmen passed three punches..." Song Qingshu just listened to him and reported more than 20 names. Each of them was one of the few masters in the martial arts back then, such as Mai Qiong, Guo Sanquan, etc., who were once the leaders of a gang or a faction. "They are all vicious, sinister, cunning, hypocritical and shameless, and they deserve to die, so kill them!"

Song Qingshu heard Xie Xun's insolent words but he was upright, and immediately knew that what he said was true and there was no falsehood, he couldn't help sighing: "Beasts are just animals, but some people in this world are not human."

Hearing Song Qingshu's sigh, Xie Xun felt a sense of confidant, and said: "You are really interesting, this old man prefers to be with wild beasts all these years, and he doesn't want to be with people because of people's responsibility. But you are young. Why do you sigh so lightly?"

Song Qingshu refused to answer him, but smiled wryly and said in his heart: If he could be born ten years earlier, he would be beaten to death by Senior Xie on Wangpan Mountain, how happy would it be?

Song Qingshu didn't want to speak, but the white-faced old monk suddenly asked at this moment: "Xie Xun, do you still remember that I saw my nephew?"

The author has something to say:

Xie Xun: This old man is exactly Xie Xun!

Qingshu: I have been admiring for a long time!After looking up to you for two lifetimes, I finally meet you!