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The girl looked like she was only five or six years old.

But common people in troubled times mature much earlier than children in later generations, and some poor women even get married at the age of eleven or twelve.

Therefore, five or six-year-old girls already understand a lot of truths in poor families.

Song Qingshu said: "Do you want to learn how to kill?"

Tears flickered in the girl's eyes: "My brother died at the hands of Mongolia to protect me."

"You want to learn to kill and avenge your brother?"

The girl shook her head, and said firmly: "No, my brother said that he would not forget me even if he was reincarnated, let me try to live and wait for him to come back.

I will wait for him to come back, and then I will protect him.

If someone wants to kill my brother in the future, then I will kill him! "

"In the world of mortals, waiting for your brother to return?"

There was a strange flash in Song Qingshu's eyes, and then a mocking sneer appeared on his face: "You are worthy!"

The little girl bit her lip, stopped in front of Song Qingshu, and looked straight into his eyes seriously.

"I... why am I not worthy?"

The girl stopped in front of Song Qingshu with a look of reluctance, which immediately shocked the surrounding townspeople.

"Huahua come back soon!"

"The hero saved us all, Huahua, you are not allowed to be rude to the hero~!"

"Hero, the little girl is not sensible, don't care about it like Huahua."

……

A gleam of red light flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes, and a terrifying aura radiated from him: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

At this moment, Song Qingshu's aura was a hundred times more terrifying than those of the Mongols.

Not to mention the surrounding townspeople, even the five disciples of Mingjiao and Wudang subconsciously fell silent, not daring to say a word.

Invincible dominance, invincible sword intent, and endless bloody murderous aura.

The triple field emanates from Song Qingshu's body, even if it is not urged with all its strength, it is still not something ordinary people can resist.

The little girl was trembling all over, she felt that the handsome big brother in front of her seemed to have turned into the most terrifying devil in the world.

There was a voice in her heart that frantically told her to run away.

But she still didn't leave after all: "I... I'm not afraid!"

The little girl's voice was trembling and slight, full of embarrassment and fear, like a frightened puppy.

She is not ashamed, because facing Song Qingshu directly, even those vicious Mongols would be scared to shit.

And she is just a five-year-old girl.

The murderous aura on Song Qingshu's body became stronger and stronger.

The Zhenwu sword was trembling, as if it would be unsheathed to kill in the next second.

"Less master, don't be impulsive!"

"It's just an ignorant little girl, Song Shaoxia shouldn't be as knowledgeable as her."

"Little girl, don't be ignorant, let's go!"

……

Li Wuwang and the others came back to their senses, and quickly persuaded Song Qingshu to kill this little girl for fear that he would become addicted to killing.

Beads of sweat dripped down on the immature face, and the girl's lips were already bitten with blood.

It's moving, such a young girl has such a terrible will and is so cruel to herself.

"Big brother, please teach me how to kill!"

The girl knelt on the ground, trembling all over, her thin body made people feel distressed just looking at it.

Song Qingshu sneered, "Those who beg for mercy will never become strong."

Clang!

The real martial arts sword was unsheathed, and the terrifying sword energy filled the whole world in an instant.

"Young master, don't be impulsive!"

"My Wudang is a famous and decent sect, so I can't be the master!"

Li Wuwang and Deng Wu'an both knelt down to Song Qingshu, begging bitterly.

And the three volunteers of the Ming Cult had already grasped the hilt of their swords with trembling hands, ready to stop Song Qingshu at any time.

Song Qingshu slowly raised his Zhenwu sword: "Are you sure you won't get out?"

The girl was trembling all over, but she still insisted on looking directly at Song Qingshu: "Huahua's life was saved by big brother.

Big brother wants to kill Huahua, Huahua... Huahua doesn't blame big brother!

As long as the big brother teaches Huahua martial arts, Huahua is willing to do anything! "

Clang!

The real martial arts sword pierced into the bluestone slab, three points into the stone, the sharpness is frightening.

Song Qingshu turned around and walked away: "There is no need for poor wags begging for mercy by my side.

Those Mongolian soldiers outside the city have broken tendons in their hands and feet, so you behead them with a real sword and bring them to me. "

After saying a word, Song Qingshu's figure had disappeared in front of everyone.

Deng Wu'an's expression turned ugly: "Young master, this is too much, isn't this embarrassing the little girl!"

It is not easy for a five-year-old girl to lift a real martial arts sword, let alone kill someone with a real martial arts sword.

After all, even as an adult, it is difficult to cross the threshold in my heart.

Li Wuwang thought more, he looked at the thin girl who stood up and walked towards the real sword, thoughtfully.

"You are thinking too simply. How can anyone be qualified to hold a real martial arts sword?"

Deng Wu'an was taken aback for a moment, he was not a fool: "You mean, the young master is really moved to accept disciples, and this is to test her?"

Li Wuwang smiled wryly and shook his head: "Sect Master Shao's thoughts, can we figure it out?

Let's go, follow this little girl, and don't let her have any accidents with Zhen Wujian. "

Five second-class and first-class masters obediently followed behind a thin and weak girl, and walked towards the gate of the city.

Several years later, this city and this battle were recorded in the annals of history.

It has been passed down through the ages.

……

The conversation was divided into two parts. After leaving the real martial arts sword behind, Song Qingshu returned to the closed room of the Wudang branch.

The girl's resolute expression appeared in his mind, Song Qingshu shook his head and smiled wryly.

"I'm practicing the Heaven Swallowing Devil Kungfu, and it turned out that I ran into a brother-controlled loli of the dark department, which is a bit interesting.

Well, give her a chance and see if she can grasp it! "

Just now in front of everyone, Song Qingshu seemed ruthless and cold-blooded, he was stopped by the girl and begged bitterly, but he didn't show any compassion.

However, in fact, with Wudang Ti Yunzong in the super-perfect state, if Song Qingshu wants to leave...

How can a mere five-year-old girl stop her?

"Leave her alone, let's deal with your own affairs first! It's really troublesome," Song Qingshu sat cross-legged.

Just now, in his battle with the group of Mongolian soldiers, it seemed that he had completely controlled the rhythm and killed all the Mongolian soldiers.

But in fact, during a certain period of time, Song Qing also had problems.

His cultivation base has improved too fast, and with the help of the opportunity of the Heavenly Emperor preaching, it took him only a month to cross over, and his cultivation base reached the acquired state.

But his soul and mental strength haven't improved much.

Suddenly possessing terrifyingly powerful power, it is easy to lose balance in his mood. When Song Qingshu was killing just now, his red eyes were red-eyed.

A voice sounded in his heart, asking him to slaughter everyone, turn them into his own fertilizer, and breed the Supreme Demon Embryo Dao Fruit.

If Song Qingshu hadn't accepted Amitabha's inheritance before, he would have awakened him at a critical moment.

Perhaps Song Qingshu at this time has become obsessed with the feeling of killing and can't extricate himself.

In fact, this is also one of the reasons why in the Big Dipper Starfield, the heirs of "Swallowing Heaven Demon Art" are enemies all over the world.

The magic art that uses common people as sacrifices naturally tends to breed the magic idea of ​​"destroying the world to prove the way".

If you are not careful, you may become addicted to killing and become a shocking monster!

If it weren't for this, there would be no need for the Ruthless Emperor to create the "Indestructible Heavenly Art" in his later years, to shed his demon body and become a divine fetus.

"I have to find a way, ask the guys in the group what to do."

Song Qingshu rubbed his head and clicked on the QQ group.

Chapter 23 Nuwa's visualization map, congratulations from the heavenly emperors

Open the qq group, and at this time, the discussions of the emperors on the emperor's scriptures have basically stopped.

After all, text discussions are no better than preaching, and it is difficult to communicate with many mysteries and principles.

So after Song Qingshu asked the emperors to upload the exercises to the group file, the emperors only discussed for a short period of time, and then went to study the exercises they were interested in.

At this time, there were only a few people chatting in the group.

"How should I get these guys to help me solve the problem of the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art!"

Song Qingshu was a little helpless, before, he acted arrogantly in front of the emperors of the heavens, making the emperors of the heavens think that he was a great person.