Chapter 1927 Conspiracy

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I saw that one of the light circles in front of Chong Xu's body had not disappeared, and the other had regenerated. Although the long sword was extremely fast, he could not hear the slightest sound of the golden blade splitting the wind.

Yucha frowned, he couldn't see the gap in the opponent's swordsmanship, he only felt that there were thousands of long swords protecting his whole body, and secretly sighed in his heart that the Taiji swordsmanship really deserved its reputation.

He is skilled in swordsmanship, and understands that the opponent's defensive use has no flaws, but once the attack comes, there will definitely be a gap. , came slowly.

Chongxu is not a one-trick attack, but a defensive mix of dozens of swordsmanship, which turns into an offensive at the same time.

Yu Cha turned pale with fright and could not resist, so he had to retreat.

Song Qingshu nodded secretly when he saw it. The last time Taishan left, Chongxu's swordsmanship improved a lot.

The two Yucha in the field took a step back, and the light circle pushed a step forward. In an instant, he had taken seven or eight steps back in a row.

Although Yucha was not very willing to compete at the beginning, Lianjian all had a sense of arrogance. He was famous for his swordsmanship for many years, so why would he want to lose to Chongxu in public?

After thinking about it, he thought of the battle of Mount Tai, Song Qingshu broke the Taiji swordsmanship with one move, and he could follow suit.

His eyes fell on the brightest center of the opponent's aperture, and he raised his sword and stabbed it.

But he was just halfway through the stab, when he suddenly felt a faint tingling sensation in his arm. He understood that he was invaded by the opponent's sword wind, and suddenly realized in his heart: Since Chongxu was defeated by this move, how could he continue to keep this flaw? Give others a chance?

Immediately, the thorn turned into a horizontal cut, and suddenly his feet began to run around Chong Xu at a strange pace.

"Hey, what kind of Qinggong is this?" Seeing him galloping like a horse, everyone present was puzzled. Only Song Qingshu understood it. This is the Qinggong on the murals on Xia Ke Island. It's also quite a feat.

After running for an unknown number of laps, suddenly there was a loud noise. I saw that the two swords had been inserted on the nearby pillars, and the swords were still trembling, making bursts of dragon roars.

Everyone looked back and found that Yucha and Chongxu were empty-handed, knowing that the two swords must have intersected just now, and they were finally shaken by Qi Qi.

When Yu Lianzhou saw that it was almost done, he stepped forward and said, "The two brothers are really good at swordsmanship, which opened our eyes."

Chongxu and Yucha greeted each other one after another, but Song Qingshu frowned slightly, knowing that the Taiji sword was the best at unloading, but Chongxu was shaken by the opponent's strength and the sword dropped from his hand. It can be seen that Yucha's skill is definitely above him.

As for Yucha's own sword, it also flew out. It was not necessarily caused by the shock.

Glancing to the side, Zhang Sanfeng also looked over here, and the two exchanged eye contact for a moment, obviously both of them thought of the same place.

But the matter has come to this point, and it is not good to continue to try again, so I can only temporarily press down on the doubts in my heart, just as it is getting late, Wudang has prepared a dinner party to entertain the guests.

The banquet was full of light dishes, but basically all the people in the room were cultivators, so they didn’t care much. Only Song Qingshu was suffering. I thought that I had to go down the mountain quickly after tomorrow’s event, otherwise I would eat these every day and my mouth would Not fading out the bird yet?

During the dinner, Song Qingshu also met guests from other branches of Wudang Sect. Among them, Daoist Huangmu of Xiandu Sect quickly caught his attention. Originally, he thought that for a third-rate sect like Xiandu Sect, the martial arts of the disciples were not too high. Who knows that listening to the breathing and breathing of this Huangmu Daoist seems to have cultivated a very high internal strength, not the kind of rookie he imagined.

He told Song Yuanqiao about this discovery, and planned to find an opportunity to test the other party. Song Yuanqiao shook his head and said, "After all, Daoist Huangmu is a guest from afar, and now there is no evidence, so he will embarrass him just by guessing. Damage the prestige of the Wudang faction."

After a pause, he continued: "Take ten thousand steps back and say, even if there is any problem with him, our brothers and sisters are not going to eat dry rice, not to mention the master and you are here, what big waves can they make."

Song Qingshu also thought about it. Although there are only four of the Seven Heroes of Wudang now, after Zhang Sanfeng's careful training and decades of hard training, their martial arts skills are now more than enough to become the leaders of a major faction.

In addition, Chong Xu and Daoist Ma Zhen were there to take care of him. Even if he and Zhang Sanfeng didn't make a move, it would be difficult for the other party to make waves. After all, Wudang did not invite all major sects this time, and only so many people came.

Thinking of this, he finally relaxed, and after eating, he took Shen Bijun to explore the scenery around Wudang Mountain.

Thinking that this is the place where her lover lived since childhood, Shen Bijun was very happy, and she looked excited along the way, but suddenly thought of something, her face became a little worried: "Will it be bad for us to sneak out like this?"

Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Don't worry, now they have to prepare for tomorrow's ceremony, and they are very busy. Master Tai is worried that you will be left out, so he specially sent me as a tour guide to make you feel at home."

"Master Tai is really a good person," Shen Bijun said with emotion, "I originally thought he was the kind of high-ranking and majestic, but I didn't expect to look so kind...I think of my grandparents again..."

Seeing her sullen expression, Song Qingshu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes for her: "This will be your home in the future, the great master is your grandfather, and my father is your father."

Shen Bijun hummed and turned quickly.

Worry is joy.

The two walked around for a while, and Shen Bijun suddenly said, "Take me to the room you used to live in."

"Okay." Song Qingshu nodded. In fact, he had never been there after crossing the road, but he had inherited his body's memory, so he naturally knew the location.

He soon found his former residence, and found that the windows were bright and clean, the bedding was neatly folded, and there was no spider silk or dust. Thinking that he had not been back in a few years, he could still be so clean. Obviously, Song Yuanqiao was often cleaning. His heart warmed, and he felt more and more belonging to this world.

Let's talk about the wing room that Wudang Mountain prepared for the guests, where the Baiyun audience was located, the two strange little Taoists returned to the room and closed the door.

"Find out Song... Has he whereabouts?" the young man asked.

The older one snorted: "After he left the table, he took that beautiful girl around to play in the mountains and waters. Now that he has returned to the room, the two of them don't know what to do in it. It's really shameless."

The young man frowned slightly, and quickly changed the subject: "With him here this time, we may not be able to complete our mission."

The older one shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily true. We plan carefully. In that case, no matter how high his martial arts are, it's useless."

"But what if I accidentally hurt him at that time?" the young Taoist couldn't help asking.

The older Taoist was stunned for a moment, and said somewhat uncertainly, "His martial arts are so high, he shouldn't be hurt."

The young Taoist gave him a strange look: "Just now you said that martial arts are useless in that situation."

The older Taoist took a breath, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Then let's lead him away first, lest he be a little more variable here."

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