"Don't waste your breath. Take this." Linghu Chong didn't have the patience to continue talking. He exerted force with his feet and thrust his sword in Song Qingshu's direction. The long sword let out a dragon's roar, and the sword's Qi seemed to fuse with the moonlight, enveloping an area with a radius of about three meters around Song Qingshu.
Linghu Chong's personality would never have taken the initiative to attack, but he knew that Song Qingshu's martial arts were unfathomable, so he didn't dare to be careless.
Of course, he had always been frank. Even if he took the initiative to attack, he would say it in advance and didn't launch a sneak attack.
If there was a third person watching from the side, he would be shocked to find that Linghu Chong seemed to have suddenly turned into several figures, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, sometimes above, sometimes below. The tip of the sword kept moving, but it was moving in an extremely mysterious trajectory, getting closer and closer to Song Qingshu.
"Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords really lives up to its name." Song QingShu clicked his tongue in admiration. He finally moved. He took a light step forward, and the dazzling sword shadows that filled the sky disappeared without a trace. The courtyard immediately fell into a strange silence.
Looking at the tip of the sword that was firmly caught by his opponent's two fingers, Linghu Chong's face suddenly turned red.
"How is this possible?!"
This was the only thought in his mind. The most dangerous enemy he had faced in his life was when he and Ren Woxing fought against Dongfang Bubai. At that time, Dongfang Bubai could kill a top expert with one move, and he still had the strength to fight back at such a fast speed. He used the ingenuity of Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords and his fighting style to make both sides suffer, so Dongfang Bubai couldn't do anything to him for a while.
But now, he felt that compared to when he was at Blackwood Cliff, both his inner strength and sword technique were a level higher. Who knew that his sword, which he was determined to win, would be so easily blocked by his opponent.
The greatest characteristic of Nine Solitary Swords was that once he saw the weakness in his opponent's attack, he would immediately take advantage of it and attack first. He would then win with one move. Dongfang Bubai might have been fast earlier, but there were still weaknesses in his attacks. It was just that they disappeared in a flash, and it was very difficult for others to grasp them. But when he faced Song Qingshu, Linghu Chong did not even manage to see his attack before he was subdued.
He seemed to have an illusion that he had lost his memory for a few breaths of time. He didn't know what happened in between. When he regained his memory, his sword was already caught by his opponent's fingers.
However, he was also very clear that he had been very clear-headed from beginning to end, but the tip of his sword had been inexplicably caught by the other party.
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "Brother Linghu, you're no match for me. Why are you so stubborn?"
Although Nine Solitary Swords was close to a rule martial art, it was still a painting, after all. His Imminent Skyline had already vaguely broken through the limits of space. At that moment, the two of them were not in the same dimension. Naturally, Linghu Chong could not see his attack.
Hearing his opponent's words, Linghu Chong's expression immediately turned extremely ugly. He had always been fearless, so he coldly snorted and channeled his inner strength to attack his opponent through the tip of his sword.
He thought to himself that he could not see his opponent's attack, but his inner strength was real and could not be faked at all. 'I don't believe that you can still be so relaxed!'
"Competing in inner strength?" Song Qingshu instantly understood his opponent's thoughts. He smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Linghu, the foundation of your Absorbing Stars Great Skill is not stable. If you meet a real expert, you'll hurt yourself … Huh?" His expression suddenly changed. He was shocked to find that his opponent did not try to use the Absorbing Stars Great Skill to absorb his inner strength. Instead, a vigorous inner strength surged from the tip of his sword.
It turned out that Linghu Chong was afraid of Song Qingshu's majestic inner strength. He was worried that he would let a wolf into the house and hurt his meridians. Therefore, he did not use the Absorbing Stars Great Skill at the beginning. Instead, he started to compete with him in inner strength.
Linghu Chong's expression was solemn. He did not look as relaxed as his opponent. This was a crucial moment in the competition of inner strength. How could he dare to open his mouth and leak his Genuine Qi? At the same time, he was extremely shocked. His opponent was competing with him in inner strength, yet he still had the leisure to speak. Was his opponent's power just a notch higher than his?
"This inner strength?" Song Qingshu frowned slightly. He felt that it was very familiar. After thinking for a while, he understood. "So it's the Shaolin Temple's Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture. Congratulations, Brother Linghu, for learning the supreme secret of the Shaolin Temple. If I'm not wrong, it should have been Master Fang Zheng who taught you."
Linghu Chong was even more shocked. Why did he feel that nothing could escape his discerning eyes?
Song Qingshu also sighed. It seemed that this world would correct the plot to a certain extent and make it more like the original story. Linghu Chong had learned the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture.
At the same time, Song Qingshu was also secretly vigilant. Fang Zheng would not teach Linghu Chong the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture without any reason. It must have been instructed by the Shaolin Temple. Over the years, he had made many enemies with the Shaolin Temple. They learned of the hatred between him and Linghu Chong, so they used him to restrain him to a certain extent. It was really a good plan.
"They are really haunting me." Song Qingshu was angry. He thought that one day, he would make this group of bald donkeys return to secular life together to vent his hatred. But he soon gave up the idea. After all, the Shaolin Temple had been passed down for a thousand years. It had its own reasons. Besides, there were also many good monks in the Shaolin Temple. It would be too abrupt to kill them all.
"Speaking of which, the Sanskrit version of the Shaolin Temple is still in my hands. It's just that no one can read Sanskrit, so I haven't been able to crack the secret." Song Qingshu secretly frowned. In this world, there were even fewer people who knew Sanskrit than the crested ibis in the future. In the world of the Golden Book, he only knew that Huang Chang, Reverend Yideng, Yideng's junior brother, Jiu Mozhi, and a few senior monks of the Shaolin Temple knew Sanskrit.
He was not a friend of the Shaolin Temple, and the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture originally belonged to the Shaolin Temple, so he naturally could not ask them for help. So he ruled out Jiu Mozhi for now. Although he was a good friend of Song Qingshu, he was not a good person. Song Qingshu was worried that he would cause endless trouble after learning the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, so he deliberately translated the scripture. Huang Chang was a scholar who had written the General Principles of Nine-yin in Sanskrit, so he naturally knew Sanskrit. Unfortunately, he was probably a long time ago. After thinking about it, only Reverend Yideng and his junior brother were the most suitable candidates. But during this time, Song Qingshu had been running around everywhere and had not found a chance to visit them.
And even if he found one, how to get him to translate the scripture would be a big problem. Song Qingshu was not a saint, so he did not want to share the divine kung fu with outsiders. Moreover, he had stolen the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture from the Shaolin Temple. If the news leaked out, there would be a huge uproar.
As for the diagram that You Tan had coincidentally found in the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, it was drawn with a kind of Indian herb soaked in water. It appeared when it was wet and disappeared when it was dry. The postures and routes in the diagram were not the original Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, but an extremely mysterious Indian Yoga technique from the Mogadishu Kingdom. It was called the Samadhi Meditation to Achieve Shenzu Sutra, which had nothing to do with the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture.
The Shenzu Sutra was originally a wonderful method to dispel external demons during practice. It was a secret Yoga technique created by the ancient masters of the Indian Kingdom. Therefore, the person in the diagram was also an Indian monk.
Song Qingshu changed his mind. Compared to the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, maybe the Samadhi Meditation to Achieve Shenzu Sutra would be more useful to him. He practiced the Merry Dhyana of the Esoteric Sect. What he feared most was the invasion of the inner demons. The greatest effect of the Samadhi Meditation to Achieve Shenzu Sutra was to dispel the inner demons produced during practice.
When Linghu Chong saw that Song Qingshu was frowning and happy, he thought that Song Qingshu had been possessed by the devil. He could not help but feel overjoyed. He poured more internal force into Song Qingshu. Unfortunately, no matter how much internal force he mobilized to attack, it was like a clay ox entering the sea. There was no reaction at all.
Because Song Qingshu was lost in thought, he did not notice the abnormality. He just instinctively dispelled the opponent's attack. After an unknown period of time, Linghu Chong felt that his internal force was about to be exhausted. He was like a lamp that had run out of oil. All he could do was to grit his teeth and endure.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Song Qingshu finally came to his senses and gradually withdrew his internal force. Linghu Chong finally could not hold on. He dejectedly half-knelt on the ground, as if he had just been fished out of the water. His whole body was drenched from head to toe.
Song Qingshu sighed. "Brother Linghu, in fact, I have always admired your character and breadth of mind. But now that Yingying and I have tied the knot, why do you still have to force me? Considering that you helped me in Yangzhou last time, I will not make things difficult for you this time. You can go now. "
In fact, in his heart, how could he not know that letting Linghu Chong go again and again was like letting a tiger in his bosom? Maybe one day, Linghu Chong would pay the price for his arrogance. But in his previous life, he had always admired Linghu Chong's free, uninhibited, open-minded, and cheerful temperament, as well as his noble and unsullied character. In addition, he had indeed used some dishonorable methods to steal Ren Yingying. In his heart, he always felt that he owed Linghu Chong.
After coming to this chaotic world and experiencing all kinds of tribulations, the current Song Qingshu's heart was becoming more and more hard on the surface. But in the end, he was still a kind person. In the depths of his heart, there was a ridiculous persistence. It was because of this trace of kindness and persistence that his temperament did not change as his martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds.
After a long time, Linghu Chong struggled to stand up from the ground. He looked at him with a complicated expression. "Even if you let me go this time, next time I will not be lenient."
Song Qingshu faintly smiled. "I already said that this time is to repay Brother Linghu's kindness of helping me last time. You don't need to take it to heart. In the end, I still have a suggestion. Rather than wasting time on me, it would be better to spend more energy to win back Junior Sister's affection. "
"Don't worry about it." Linghu Chong harrumphed, turned around, and staggered away. Perhaps it was because he had lost too miserably this time. His back was filled with loneliness.
Song Qingshu shook his head. Just as he was about to go back to rest, he suddenly thought of something. "That's right, Lu Wushuang's injured leg needs to be changed every few days. I didn't think that I would leave tomorrow morning, so I didn't have time to give her the remaining black jade ointment."
Just as he was about to call over a maid and have her give the remaining ointment to him, Song Qingshu remembered that the black jade ointment was extremely precious. If there was a slight mistake along the way, Lu Wushuang's leg might never recover. After hesitating again and again, he decided to personally hand the ointment to Lu Wushuang. Using the cover of the night, he headed to the pavilion where Lu Wushuang lived.
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Today, the official account just happened to be updated with Lu Wushuang. I don't know why, but I can't get the last picture out of my mind. She clearly isn't a beauty that can cause the downfall of a city, but that posture and that charm always make people have messy thoughts. After thinking about it, I'll have Little Song go look for her.
Also, today, a book friend, Mu Shan, left a message on the official account: Monk, I've specially come to reward you. My wife and I have plans to have our first child in the first month. It was also because of your dirty plot! Do your best, use your writing ability more! When the child is successfully delivered, I will definitely come back to thank you again!
This monk never thought that his writing would have this kind of merit. If this was in ancient times, once this reputation spread, wouldn't all the aunts and young madams in the surrounding villages run to me to beg for children? Just thinking about it makes me excited.
Haha, finally, let's all congratulate this book friend!
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