[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Destiny Green Book

At the end of the third watch, Wudang Houshan.

The night wind moved slightly, and the shadows of the trees whirled.

Under the dark night, even the stars are hidden among the clouds.

Suddenly, a little silver edge exploded like fireworks between the trees, as if piercing through the night and riding the wind!

The sound of the sharp weapon piercing the air sounded half a beat later, and the little silver light flew through the air with a stream of light, gradually revealing its true face in the moonlight that finally pierced through the clouds and fell down——

It's like a long sword.

All of a sudden, the sword danced again in the night, and the sharp point of the sword flashed in the air, as if it was going to burn people's eyes.

The sword-wielder seemed to be a boy from his stature.

I saw him holding a long sword, shuttled freely among the lush tree shadows, his footwork was light, agile and elegant, which has never been seen in today's martial arts!

This boy is Song Qingshu.

Time flies, and now he is in the middle of his hair, and the trauma to his soul that he resolutely blew up that day has healed as early as three years ago, but his physical body was damaged after all. The repair base has been repaired from scratch.

Fortunately, his primordial spirit has been completed, and there is no longer a bottleneck in rebuilding along the way. Cooperating with the elixir and the ray of innate qi left in his body, he has successfully rebuilt the foundation after all these years, and now he only needs to transform all the zhenqi in his body into real essence , you can start to attack the realm of Jindan.

That is to say, from the successful re-establishment of the foundation, Song Qingshu would come to the back mountain every night to practice swordsmanship alone.

Naturally, what he practiced was not the mundane swordsmanship he learned from Wudang.

As a swordsman, practicing swordsmanship is also practicing oneself.

Although Wudang swordsmanship has its unique and exquisite features, it is still only the martial arts of the eternal world. Even if one can learn something from it, it will not be as helpful to Song Qingshu's cultivation as practicing the swordsmanship of cultivating immortals.

After completing a set of Chasing Wind Sword Art practice, the true energy in Song Qingshu's body was also exhausted.

He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the spot, and when his true energy recovered a bit, he used the technique of hiding, and returned to his residence from the back mountain without anyone noticing.

A few more days passed like this, and on this day, Song Qingshu had lunch with Song Yuanqiao and his wife, and was about to get up and go back to his small courtyard, but Song Yuanqiao stopped him.

The boy was called to serve hot tea, and the father and son moved to the side hall, drinking tea and talking.

"In a few days it will be your grand master's [-]th birthday." Song Yuanqiao took a sip of the fragrant tea in his cup, with a slight smile on his face, "Although your grand master is still in seclusion, he has already discussed it with me before. , I am going to leave this birthday banquet to you to arrange."

After finishing speaking, as expected, he saw the reluctance on Qing Shu's face, Song Yuanqiao hurriedly stopped him before he refused without thinking:

"Don't rush to shirk, and listen to me first."

Song Qingshu lowered his eyelashes slightly when he heard the words, his complexion was calm.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but smile bitterly——

I don't know why, the older Qing Shu is, the colder his temper becomes.Although he is still quite close to his husband and wife, Wudang Five Heroes and Zhang Sanfeng, but in the hearts of many three generations of disciples in the sect, he has become a very famous cold-faced senior brother.

Even though Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Sanfeng have already figured out his temperament, knowing that he looks cold, but in fact he is very gentle and courteous, as long as his taboos are not touched and the rules in his heart are not broken, Qing Shu is actually cold and cold. Will not take the initiative to speak to people.

However, his whole body is really too imposing, no matter how picturesque and handsome his features are, all he needs to do is to glance at him coldly, and even Song Yuanqiao, a father like him, will feel nervous when he is unsuspecting, let alone those who are far behind His three generations of disciples.

Song Yuanqiao was heartbroken by this.

Even as the first disciple of the three generations of Wudang, it is necessary to convince the juniors and disciples that a bit of tolerance is necessary, but it is too much to be so strong as Qingshu.

Looking at the opposite side drinking tea, it is clear that there is no unnecessary movement, just holding the teacup and sipping, but it always gives people a sense of elegance and dust, not like ordinary people, as if they may become immortals and go away at any time Feeling Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao only felt his head hurt even more.

Simply turn your eyes away and stop looking.

"Qing Shu, you have been the head of my three generations of Wudang disciples since you were young, and you should have been aware of the expectations that your grand master and I have for you."

"You have never shown any reluctance or reluctance to this, so we also think that you have acquiesced in this matter. I said this, am I right?"

Song Qingshu narrowed his eyebrows, but did not deny it.

Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Since that's the case," he took a sip of his tea, and unconsciously softened his tone slightly, "It's time for you to learn how to be a qualified master teacher."

"How to make arrangements before a big happy event happens in the door? Where do you book the table? How do the disciples take turns on the day? When does the door start before the event, and what kind of decoration is used?..."

"These are all things you need to consider."

"So troublesome?" Song Yuanqiao said a lot dryly, but in the end, only Song Qingshu asked lightly.

Song Daxia almost couldn't restrain the surging prehistoric power in his body for a moment.

"What kind of trouble is this?" He stared, "Your grand master's birthday banquet is still just to share the joy with all the disciples in my sect, and has not yet sent a letter to invite fellow martial artists."

The scale is already very small!

If one day Wudang posts a message to invite heroes all over the world, then I will arrest this kid and let him take a good look at it, what is real trouble!

Song Yuanqiao hummed inwardly.

Song Qingshu didn't answer.

Song Yuanqiao has gotten used to his reticence, never saying a word unless necessary, while sighing and recalling how cute the little Qingshu who could softly call him daddy ten years ago was, he stared angrily at him again A look at the "stubborn stone" that oil and salt do not enter:

"In short, this was decided by your great master before retreating. You should be more careful and handle the errand properly."

Don't be afraid of trouble, and then push the matter to other disciples, but let yourself go!

Song Qingshu answered "Yes".

It's just that the tone was as low as it wanted, and Song Yuanqiao felt a little surging power in his chest.

"That's all. You go, you don't have to come to me again these days."

——Give up, my father will never come forward to help you this time.

Song Qingshu obediently left.

He didn't mean to be perfunctory to Song Yuanqiao, but recently he was busy sorting out and checking the list of medicinal materials needed for refining the elixir that he would use next, and he really didn't want to meddle in mundane matters such as arranging the birthday banquet process.

He was not in a hurry to go back at the moment, but turned to the courtyard of ordinary disciples, and under the horrified gaze of the young people in the courtyard, he took two people out.

"Brother Song Song Song Song..."

One of them was a slightly plump boy in a royal blue Taoist robe, with a bitter face being held in Song Qingshu's hands, his voice trembling:

"If you have something to say, please speak up. Why do you pick someone up as soon as you come up? This time, brother, I have lost all face!"

——Obviously his voice was still trembling, but what he said was not polite.

And there was a bit of familiarity in his tone, it didn't sound like he was afraid of Song Qingshu, but he seemed to have a good friendship with him.

The other thin and tall boy reacted more calmly than this fat boy.

"Senior brother Song wants to arrest the younger brothers to do coolies again? Let's make it right first. If it is like last time, we will be dismissed after only three days of escorting. Brother Yu and I will not do it."

The man rolled his eyes with a shrewd and playful expression.

Song Qingshu ignored the two of them.

He carried people all the way back to the yard, he went back to the house, changed his clothes and came out, and saw that the two men had dug out the purple sand pot and coarse porcelain cups without seeing him at all, made tea for himself, and each of them held a cup with a smile on their faces Sit in the yard and wait for him.

Song Qingshu went over and sat down between the two.

"Great Master's [-]th birthday next month, we don't invite guests, so we will just set up a banquet in my Wudang Gate. I will give you two days to prepare the regulations for me."

Without any further words, he opened his mouth to explain the ins and outs of the matter and his own request clearly. Song Qingshu took out a small cloth bag from his sleeve and threw it on the table casually.

The eyes of the two teenagers lit up immediately, and they stared at the little cloth bag——

"Hey, how embarrassing is that! Senior Brother Qingshu, you can tell me what you need, and why don't you ask for reward!"

"That's right, senior brother is too far-fetched, you and my brother and who! How can we not help senior brother?"

The two of them spewed good words as if they didn't want money, while reaching out their hands at the same time, and grabbed the small cloth bag on the table.

Song Qingshu had the foresight to get up and avoid this place.

Sure enough, after a while, the "brothers" started fighting at the table. While doing it, they accused each other of not keeping promises and not learning from the same school.

A faint smile flashed across Song Qingshu's eyes.

"In two days, I want to see the charter."

In the end, he reiterated that he no longer cared about the two people who were "fighting" happily, turned around and entered the room again.

Seeing this, the two people at the table stopped fighting.

"Junior brother, this is the [-]th birthday banquet of the patriarch! This brother Song...is it so easy to leave it to us?"

"More than that. He even paid for it." He grabbed the small cloth bag and tossed it up and down, and his eyes lit up: "This is quite a lot!"

"Really? Show me!"

"Don't grab it! The left and right are equally divided between us, look at your prospects."

"Oh, as if I was the only one who flattered Senior Brother Song just now."

The two looked at each other angrily, then laughed again.

"Then let's do this ticket?"

"...Done it! At worst, I will be punished by the master, so how can it compare with the thank you gift given by Senior Brother Song."

……

Song Qingshu, who was sitting in the room, listened to the conversation between the two, with a smile in his eyes——

It was expected that they would agree.

It is indeed not in vain that he took such a thing out.

It turned out that the two he captured were disciples of the third generation of Wudang, one named Yu Mingcheng and the other named Shen Jingwu. Although they were young, they were very smart and shrewd.

Song Qingshu had encountered a similar situation before, and by chance, he got the help of these two people, and since then he has become a friend. Now that Song Yuanqiao has entrusted him with a heavy responsibility, he was the first to think of asking these two people for help.

It's just that everything was trivial before, Yu and Chen helped freely, and Song Qingshu's "thank you gift" was also given casually.

Now this is a major event related to Zhang Sanfeng's [-]th birthday. If the two are willing to do their best, Song Qingshu must come up with something that can impress them.

Coincidentally, the two senior brothers were ordered by Yu Daiyan to deliver some books to Song Qingshu that he had brought back from the mountain, and it happened that Song Qingshu was cooking tea in the courtyard.

The refreshing tea fragrance rushed into the nostrils the moment the courtyard door opened, and the two of them were so overwhelmed by the fragrance that they stood in front of Song Qingshu's door for half a cup of tea. up.

So this time Song Qingshu took out a small bag of tea as a thank you gift, not afraid that they would not be tempted.

Sure enough, the two people in the courtyard took their tea leaves and left. Two days later, Song Qingshu also received a detailed process plan.

From then on, he followed it strictly, and soon, Zhang Sanfeng's [-]th birthday banquet was properly arranged, and even Song Yuanqiao couldn't fault it.

In the blink of an eye, it was the beginning of April.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng's [-]th birthday is getting closer, and Wudang Mountain has already been decorated, Song Qingshu thought to himself that there would be nothing serious about it, so he could feel at ease for a while, but on this day, he was directly approached by a big event. come out the door--

Wudang Seven Heroes Zhong Xingwu, known as "Iron Painting Silver Hook" Zhang Cuishan Zhang Wuxia, has returned to Wudang after being missing for nearly ten years!

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Song Shaoxia for getting [Little Brother] X2.From now on, Dad no longer has to worry that I don't like to take care of the mundane affairs of the church! (ゝω·)~☆

Song Daxia's heart was filled too early.If you know that Zhengtai Qingshu's soft, glutinous and cute scenes are made to cater to the age without pressure, I don't know how much psychological shadow area will be [Dian Wax]

And while this scumbag in Jinjiang is still normal, I quickly put a post in the manuscript box. Last night, I was tortured by the webpage that couldn’t be opened. QAQ Thank you little angels for your gentle comfort, you are so kind =3=