Song Qingshu respectfully replied, "The last time Song Mou competed with Senior Feng was at Jade Maiden Peak's Repent Cliff. It looks like Senior Feng has been living in seclusion at Repent Cliff for the past few decades."
"Repent Cliff?" A hesitant expression appeared on Mu Renqing's face. The Repent Cliff was the territory of the Sect of Energy from Mount Hua, and as the sect leader of the Sword Sect, it wouldn't be very convenient for him to go there.
After a long moment passed, Mu Renqing sighed. "Ah, whatever. If I get to see Junior Uncle, then I'll thicken my skin and go to the Sect of Energy."
Seeing how conflicted Mu Renqing was, Song Qingshu suggested, "If Sect Leader Mu doesn't like the idea, why don't we just sneak up to the Reflect Cliff? There aren't many Masters of Energy there, and it'll be hard to track us down."
Mu Renqing looked displeased. "We're not doing anything shameful, so why do we have to be so sneaky? Qingqing, come with me to Jade Maiden Peak to pay your respects to Sect Master Yue. If Song Shaoxia is interested, he can come along as well. "After she finished speaking, she waved her sleeves and headed straight for Jade Maiden Peak.
Xia Qingqing turned around and stuck her tongue out at Song Qingshu, then hurriedly jogged to catch up.
"These righteous sects sure have a lot of rules." Song Qingshu's good intentions had been snubbed, and he felt very uncomfortable. Fortunately, he saw Xia Qingqing's childish attitude, and he was immediately overjoyed. He eagerly followed her.
Yue Buqun received a notification from a disciple and learned that the Sword Faction's Sect Master had personally come to pay a visit. He hurriedly came out to welcome him, but he was bewildered. The Sword Faction and the Qi Faction hadn't been in contact for decades. What was the other party's purpose in coming here?
Song Qingshu saw the man in the middle was dressed like a scholar. He had a long beard under his chin, his face was like jade, and his face was full of righteousness. No wonder the name 'Gentleman Sword' was renowned in the Wulin world, his appearance was indeed not bad.
The group was led to Mount Hua's Sword Qi Soaring Hall. Mu Renqing hadn't been to Jade Maiden Peak for decades, and as he looked at the familiar grass and trees, he felt as if he had returned to the days when he was apprenticed to a master. When he saw the words' Sword Qi Soaring Hall ', he couldn't hold it in any longer, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Seeing Mu Renqing's excited expression, Yue Buqun also sighed with emotion. He lightly coughed and said, "I wonder what Senior Brother Mu is looking for me for …"
Before he finished speaking, Yue Buqun's gaze swept over to Song QingShu in the corner. It was as if he had seen a ghost. He pulled out his sword and pointed it at Song QingShu. Gnashing his teeth, he said, "Bastard, you actually dare to come here!"
The disciples of the Mount Hua Sect did not know what was going on, but when they saw their master draw his sword, they surrounded Song QingShu.
"Sect Leader Yue, I'm not familiar with you. If you call me that again, I'll sue you for slander." Song Qingshu was annoyed by the word 'thief'.
"During the battle of Mount Tai, you forced the Mount Tai Sect to surrender to the Qing, and indirectly killed the leader of the volunteer army, the Golden Snake King …"
"Stop, stop, stop!" Song QingShu turned his head and glanced at Xia Qingqing. Seeing her expressionless face, he inwardly broke out in a cold sweat. "On the Jade Emperor Peak, this Song is open and aboveboard.
What's wrong with defeating the experts you sent? As for the Golden Snake King's death, don't blame me for it. "
Mu Renqing was worried about Feng Qingyang, so he didn't want to complicate matters. He hurriedly said, "Sect Leader Yue, Song Shaoxia didn't come with evil intentions. I just learned of a big secret of the Mount Hua Sect from him, so I came to ask Sect Leader Yue. "
"Oh?" Yue Buqun's expression tightened. He hurriedly looked up and ordered his disciples, "You guys leave first."
"Yes!" The group of Mount Hua disciples left.
"I'm the most tactful person. You guys take your time, I'll go out for some fresh air." Song Qingshu stood up and stretched, then swaggered out.
Xia Qingqing wanted to stop him, but after a moment of hesitation, she watched him disappear through the door.
Walking out of the Soaring Sword Hall, Song Qingshu glanced at the Mount Hua disciples in the training field and asked curiously, "Which one of you is Linghu Chong?"
The people in the field looked at each other. After a moment, a pretty girl stuck her head out and asked, "Why are you looking for Eldest Senior Brother?"
A beautiful oval face and a pair of black and white eyes came into view. Song Qingshu smiled. "You must be Miss Yue. I'm Linghu Chong's friend, and I want to drink with him."
"Hmph, stop lying." Yue Lingshan wrinkled her nose. "You obviously don't even know what my Senior Brother looks like. How could you be his friend?"
"Miss, don't you know that there's such a thing as a soul friend in this world?" Song Qingshu smiled. "I'm not only Linghu Chong's friend, but I also know that he yearns for you day and night."
Yue Lingshan also knew a thing or two about Eldest Senior Brother's feelings. Hearing Song Qingshu say it, she couldn't help but blush. She wanted to refute, but she didn't know what to say. For a moment, she was stunned.
"What a good lecher!" With a cold rebuke, a handsome young man with delicate features stepped out of the crowd and protected Yue Lingshan behind him.
"Are you a man or a woman?" Song Qingshu was stunned and looked at him in a daze.
The young man hated being seen as a woman the most in his life. Hearing this, he was furious. He pulled out his sword and stabbed. Who knew that the tip of his sword could not move forward three inches in front of his opponent.
Song Qingshu's fingers trembled, and a hidden force was sent over. The young man felt his hand go numb, and he could no longer hold the sword in his hand. He lost his balance and fell backward.
Yue Lingshan hurriedly went up to support him. The group of brothers looked at Song Qingshu in fear. The martial arts that he had displayed were far beyond the realm of their understanding.
Looking at the "Lin Pingzhi of Mount Hua" engraved on the sword, Song Qingshu was in a trance. He raised his head and looked at Lin Pingzhi again.
When he read the original work, he even thought that he was the main character of the smiling, proud Jianghu. Although Lin Pingzhi's face was as delicate as a woman's, his heart was unusually hard. When he was at his wits' end, he said, "I'd rather be a beggar than a thief," which made the audience at that time fall into a daze.
His heart could not calm down for a long time.
Song Qingshu admired Lin Pingzhi's strength of character. Unfortunately, in the original work, Lin Pingzhi had a blood feud. Then he learned that his beloved master had always been using him to get the family's Bixie Swordplay. Under the despair of humanity, Song Qingshu changed from a straightforward hero to a sinister and treacherous person …
"You are Lin Pingzhi? Come with me, I have something to say to you. " Song Qingshu turned around and walked a few steps. Realizing that there was no movement behind him, he could not help but snort coldly, "What, scared?"
Jianghu people had always coveted the Lin family's Bixie Swordplay. When he saw that Song Qingshu recognized him, he was subconsciously on guard. But when he heard Song Qingshu's provocation, he said with hatred, "Why not!" He waved his hand to stop Yue Lingshan from pulling him, and firmly followed behind Song Qingshu.
The two came to a secluded place. Seeing that there was no one around, Lin Pingzhi raised his head and said, "What do you want?"
Song Qingshu turned around and looked at Lin Pingzhi carefully. Seeing that Lin Pingzhi was already impatient, he smiled and said, "Young man, I see that your bones are amazing. You must be a genius in martial arts. I will give you a set of divine martial arts. In the future, the responsibility of maintaining the justice and peace of the universe will be handed over to you!"
Lin Pingzhi vigilantly looked back at him, but did not say anything.
Song Qingshu did not mind that he was ignored. He continued, "I have a set of swordplay here, and I will show it to you. It's up to you whether you want to learn or not."
After saying that, he did not wait for Lin Pingzhi to answer. He unsheathed his wooden sword and demonstrated the moves of the Five Mountains Magical Sword to Lin Pingzhi.
At first, Lin Pingzhi thought that Song Qingshu was teasing him, but after watching for a while, he found that Song Qingshu was indeed demonstrating a set of exquisite swordplay to him, and it was much more profound than what his master usually taught them.
Following Song Qingshu's demonstration, Lin Pingzhi's temples were slightly sweating. He only remembered one move and then forgot another. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the moves he had memorized before. He could not help but think of the blood feud he had with Song Qingshu. Now there was a profound martial art in front of him, but he was stupid enough to not remember it. Endless regret and despair arose spontaneously.
After Song Qingshu finished his demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi who was sweating profusely and asked, "How much have you memorized?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from biting his teeth. He said in annoyance, "Not even a little bit."
This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. He said unconsciously, "Even a pig wants to worship you as its king."
Hearing what he said, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassed. After a while, his face turned green and then red, and suddenly turned green and gray.
Looking at Lin Pingzhi's face, Song Qingshu vaguely felt like he was seeing the scene in his previous life when he went to find a martial arts master to learn some Ba Gua Zhang. Before learning, he fantasized that he was a genius like the main characters in martial arts novels, able to learn it after seeing it once. In the end, the martial arts master taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. That feeling of defeat was something he would never forget.
Wasn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person who did not have the halo of a main character? Song Qingshu smiled and comforted him, "Your martial art skills are too low now. It's not your fault that you can't remember these profound sword techniques. Hmm, I have a way. Look into my eyes."
Lin Pingzhi subconsciously raised his head and saw the dark and deep pupils of Song Qingshu. His eyes immediately became confused, as if he had entered a void.
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's figure appeared in front of him. Song Qingshu smiled and said, "I will now use the Soul Shifting Technique to imprint the sword technique into your mind. However, this is ultimately not your own. It is only convenient for you to search for it when you have doubts. Only when you have a thorough understanding of it will you be able to truly learn this sword technique."
Lin Pingzhi was confused as he listened. There were thousands of questions in his mind. Before he could speak, Song Qingshu started practicing the sword technique again. He quickly focused on memorizing it.
He did not know why, but this time, he felt as if he had been enlightened. After practicing the sword technique, he could remember every detail clearly.
Lin Pingzhi heard the sound of a finger snap in his ear, waking him up from his stupor. With a thought, every move of the sword style appeared clearly in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song QingShu with surprise and joy. "I remember it now!" he said.
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily and did not speak.
Song Qingshu was snubbed, but he did not care. He continued, "I have a sword technique here. I will show you the whole thing. It is up to you whether you want to learn it or not."
After that, he did not wait for Lin Pingzhi to answer. He unsheathed his wooden sword and showed him the moves of the Five Mountains Heavenly Sword.
At first, Lin Pingzhi thought that Song Qingshu was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that Song Qingshu was really showing him an exquisite sword technique, and it was much more profound than what his master usually taught them.
As Song Qingshu showed him, sweat appeared on Lin Pingzhi's temples. He only remembered one move and then forgot another. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the moves he remembered before. He could not help but think of the blood feud he had with Song Qingshu. Now there was a profound martial art in front of him, but he was stupid enough to not remember it. Endless regret and despair arose in his heart.
After Song Qingshu finished, he looked at Lin Pingzhi who was sweating profusely and asked, "How much did you remember?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from biting his teeth. He said regretfully, "Not even a little bit."
This time, it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. He said unconsciously, "Even pigs want to worship you as their king."
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassed. After a while, his face turned green and then red, and then it suddenly turned green and gray.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi's face, Song Qingshu vaguely saw the scene in his previous life when he was excited and went to a martial arts master to learn some Ba Gua Zhang. Before learning, he imagined that he was a genius like the main characters in the Wuxia novels and could learn it after seeing it once. However, the martial arts master taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. The feeling of defeat was unforgettable for him.
Lin Pingzhi was also an ordinary person without the halo of a main character. Song Qingshu smiled and comforted him, "Your martial arts skills are too low now. It's not your fault that you can't remember these profound sword techniques. Hmm, I have an idea. Look into my eyes."
Lin Pingzhi raised his head subconsciously and saw his opponent's dark and deep eyes. His eyes immediately became confused, as if he had entered an empty space.
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's figure appeared in front of him. He smiled and said, "I will now use the Soul Transfer Technique to imprint the sword technique in your mind. However, it is not your own after all. It is only convenient for you to look it up when you have doubts. Only after you have mastered it will you be able to truly learn this sword technique."
Lin Pingzhi was confused as he listened. He had a thousand questions in his mind. Before he could say anything, his opponent started to practice the sword technique again. He quickly focused and memorized it.
He didn't know why, but this time he felt like he was enlightened. After practicing the sword technique, he could remember every detail clearly.
Lin Pingzhi heard the sound of a finger snap in his ear, waking him up from his stupor. With a thought, every move of the sword style appeared clearly in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song QingShu with surprise and joy. "I remember it now!" he said.
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him cautiously and didn't say anything.
Song Qingshu didn't mind that he got snubbed. He continued, "I have a sword technique here. I will show it to you. It's up to you whether you want to learn it or not."
He didn't wait for his opponent to answer. He unsheathed his wooden sword and showed him the moves of the Five Mountains Heavenly Sword.
At first, Lin Pingzhi thought that his opponent was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that his opponent was really showing him an exquisite sword technique, and it was much more profound than what his master usually taught them.
As his opponent practiced, Lin Pingzhi's temples were sweating. He only remembered one move and then forgot another. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the moves he had memorized before. He couldn't help but think that he was carrying a blood feud. Now there was a profound martial art in front of him, but he was so stupid that he couldn't remember it. Endless regret and despair arose in his heart.
After Song Qingshu finished, he looked at Lin Pingzhi who was sweating profusely and asked, "How much have you memorized?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from biting his teeth. He said regretfully, "Not even a little bit."
This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. He said subconsciously, "Even pigs want to worship you."
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassed. After a while, his face turned green and then red. Suddenly, it became greenish gray and horribly pale.
Looking at Lin Pingzhi's face, Song Qingshu seemed to see himself in his previous life, looking for a martial arts master to learn some Baguazhang. Before learning, he fantasized that he was a genius like the main characters in wuxia novels, able to learn it after seeing it once. In the end, the martial arts master taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. That feeling of defeat was something he would never forget.
Wasn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person who didn't have the halo of a main character? Song Qingshu smiled and comforted him, "Your martial art skills are too low now. It's not your fault that you can't remember these profound sword techniques. Hmm, I have an idea. Look into my eyes."
Lin Pingzhi raised his head subconsciously and saw his opponent's dark and deep pupils. His eyes immediately became confused, as if he had entered a void.
Suddenly, Song QingShu's figure appeared in front of him. Song QingShu smiled and said, "I will now use the Soul Transfer Art to imprint the sword technique into your mind. However, it is ultimately not yours. It is only convenient for you to search for it when you are puzzled. Only after you have mastered it will you be able to truly learn this sword technique."
Lin Pingzhi was confused. He had a thousand questions in his mind. Before he could say anything, his opponent started practicing the sword technique again. He quickly focused on memorizing it.
For some reason, this time, he felt as if he had been enlightened. After practicing the sword technique, he could remember every detail clearly.
Lin Pingzhi heard the sound of a finger snap in his ear, waking him up from his stupor. With a thought, every move of the sword style appeared clearly in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song QingShu with surprise and joy. "I remember it now!" he said.
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily and didn't say anything.
Song Qingshu didn't mind being snubbed. He continued, "I have a sword technique here. I will show it to you. It's up to you whether you want to learn it or not."
After that, he didn't wait for Lin Pingzhi to answer. He unsheathed his wooden sword and showed him the moves of the Five Mountains Heavenly Sword.
At first, Lin Pingzhi thought that Song Qingshu was teasing him. After watching for a while, he realized that Song Qingshu was really showing him an exquisite sword technique, and it was much more profound than what his master usually taught them.
As Song Qingshu demonstrated, Lin Pingzhi's temples were sweating. He only remembered one move and then forgot another. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the moves he had memorized before. He couldn't help but think of the blood feud he had with Song Qingshu. Now there was a profound martial art in front of him, but he was so stupid that he couldn't remember it. Endless regret and despair arose in his heart.
After Song Qingshu finished his demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi who was sweating profusely and asked, "How much did you remember?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from biting his teeth. He said in annoyance, "Not even a little bit."
This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. He said unconsciously, "Even pigs want to worship you."
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassed. After a while, his face turned green and then red. Suddenly, it turned green and gray.
Looking at Lin Pingzhi's face, Song Qingshu seemed to see himself in his previous life. He was so excited that he went to a martial arts master to learn some Ba Gua Zhang. Before learning, he imagined that he was a genius like the main characters in the Wuxia novels. He could learn it after seeing it once. However, the martial arts master taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. He would never forget that feeling of failure.
Lin Pingzhi was also an ordinary person without the halo of a main character. Song Qingshu smiled and comforted him, "Your martial arts skills are too low now. It's not your fault that you can't remember these profound sword techniques. Hmm, I have an idea. Look into my eyes."
Lin Pingzhi raised his head subconsciously and saw his opponent's dark and deep eyes. His eyes immediately became confused. It was as if he had entered a void.
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's figure appeared in front of him. He smiled and said, "I will now use the Soul Transfer Technique to imprint the sword technique in your mind. However, it is not your own after all. It is only convenient for you to look it up when you have doubts. Only after you have mastered it will you be able to learn this sword technique."
Lin Pingzhi was confused. He had a thousand questions in his mind. Before he could say anything, his opponent started practicing the sword technique again. He quickly focused and remembered it.
He didn't know why, but this time he felt like he was enlightened. After practicing the sword technique, he could remember every detail clearly.
Lin Pingzhi heard the sound of a finger snap in his ear, waking him up from his stupor. With a thought, every move of the sword style appeared clearly in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song QingShu with surprise and joy. "I remember it now!" he said.
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him cautiously and didn't say anything.
Song Qingshu didn't mind that he was ignored. He continued, "I have a sword technique here. I will show it to you. It's up to you whether you want to learn it or not."
He didn't wait for his opponent to answer. He unsheathed his wooden sword and showed him the moves of the Five Mountains Heavenly Sword.
At first, Lin Pingzhi thought he was teasing him. After watching for a while, he found that his opponent was really showing him an exquisite sword technique, and it was much more profound than what his master usually taught them.
Lin Pingzhi's temples were sweating as he listened to his opponent's practice. He could only remember one move and then forget another. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the moves he had memorized before. He couldn't help but think of the blood feud he had with his enemy. Now that he had such a profound martial art in front of him, he was so stupid that he couldn't remember it. Endless regret and despair arose in his heart.
After Song Qingshu finished, he looked at Lin Pingzhi who was sweating and asked, "How much did you remember?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from biting his teeth. He said regretfully, "Not even a little bit."
This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. He said subconsciously, "Even pigs want to worship you."
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassed. After a while, his face turned green and then red. Suddenly, it became green and pale.
Looking at Lin Pingzhi's face, Song Qingshu seemed to see himself in his previous life, looking for a martial arts master to learn some Ba Gua Zhang. Before learning, he imagined himself to be a genius like the main characters in wuxia novels, able to learn it after seeing it once. In the end, the martial arts master taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. That feeling of defeat was something he would never forget.
Wasn't Lin Pingzhi an ordinary person without the halo of a main character? Song Qingshu smiled and comforted him, "Your martial art skills are too low now. It's not your fault that you can't remember these profound sword techniques. Hmm, I have a way. Look into my eyes."
Lin Pingzhi raised his head subconsciously and saw his opponent's dark and deep eyes. His eyes immediately became confused, as if he had entered a void.
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's figure appeared in front of him. Song Qingshu smiled and said, "I will now use the Soul Shifting Technique to imprint the sword technique into your mind. However, this is ultimately not your own. It is only convenient for you to search for it when you have doubts. Only after you have mastered it will you be able to truly learn this sword technique."
Lin Pingzhi was confused. He had a thousand questions in his mind. Before he could say anything, his opponent started practicing the sword technique again. He quickly focused on memorizing it.
For some reason, this time, he felt as if he had been enlightened. After practicing the sword technique, he could remember every detail clearly.
Lin Pingzhi heard the sound of a finger snap in his ear, waking him up from his stupor. With a thought, every move of the sword style appeared clearly in his mind, and he couldn't help but look at Song QingShu with surprise and joy. "I remember it now!" he said.
Lin Pingzhi looked back at him warily and didn't say anything.
Song Qingshu didn't care that he was ignored. He continued, "I have a sword technique here. I will show you the whole thing. It is up to you whether you want to learn it or not."
After that, he didn't wait for Lin Pingzhi to answer. He unsheathed his wooden sword and showed him the moves of the Five Mountains Heavenly Sword.
At first, Lin Pingzhi thought that Song Qingshu was teasing him. After watching for a while, he realized that Song Qingshu was really showing him an exquisite sword technique, and it was much more profound than what his master usually taught them.
With Song Qingshu's demonstration, Lin Pingzhi's temples were slightly sweating. He only remembered one move and then forgot another. After dozens of moves, he even forgot the moves he had memorized before. He couldn't help but think of the blood feud he had with Song Qingshu. Now there was a profound martial art in front of him, but he was so stupid that he couldn't remember it. Endless regret and despair arose in his heart.
After Song Qingshu finished his demonstration, he looked at Lin Pingzhi who was sweating profusely and asked, "How much did you remember?"
Lin Pingzhi's lips were bleeding from biting his teeth. He said regretfully, "Not even a little bit."
This time it was Song Qingshu's turn to be stunned. He said unconsciously, "Even pigs want to worship you as their king."
Hearing his words, Lin Pingzhi's face was even more embarrassed. After a while, his face turned green and then red. Suddenly, it became greenish gray and horribly pale.
Seeing Lin Pingzhi's face, Song Qingshu seemed to see himself in his previous life. He was so excited that he went to a martial arts master to learn some Ba Gua Zhang. Before learning, he imagined that he was a genius like the main characters in the Wuxia novels. He could learn it after seeing it once. However, the martial arts master taught him one move after another. After seven or eight moves, he forgot what the first move was. He would never forget that feeling of failure.
Lin Pingzhi was also an ordinary person without the halo of a main character. Song Qingshu smiled and comforted him, "Your martial arts skills are too low now. It's not your fault that you can't remember these profound sword techniques. Hmm, I have an idea. Look into my eyes."
Lin Pingzhi raised his head subconsciously and saw his opponent's dark and deep eyes. His eyes immediately became confused. It was as if he had entered a void.
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's figure appeared in front of him. He smiled and said, "I will now use the Soul Transfer Technique to imprint the sword technique in your mind. However, it is ultimately not your own. It is only convenient for you to look it up when you have doubts. Only after you have mastered it will you be able to truly learn this sword technique."
Lin Pingzhi was confused. He had a thousand questions in his mind. Before he could say anything, his opponent started practicing the sword technique again. He quickly focused and memorized it.
He did not know why, but this time, he felt as if he had been enlightened. He could remember every detail of the sword technique clearly.
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