[Comprehensive main sword three] Where is the master of Shaogu?

Desiring to throw Zhang Tuyouping Wuji out as soon as possible, Mo Yu tapped his toes lightly, and chose to settle on the steep and rugged mountain wall.It's not to scare Zhang Wuji, but this way of climbing the mountain is the fastest.

Mu Xuanying choked for a while in the back, seeing Zhang Wuji's mouth tightly pursed. Although his face was a little pale, he was generally calm.Sighing again, he started to chase after him with lightness kung fu.

Mo Yu's speed was extremely fast, and he managed to compress the half-hour journey into a quarter of an hour.Looking at the Zixiao Palace of Wudang Temple from a distance, although it is not resplendent, it is also majestic and majestic, not inferior to Chunyang Temple.

Mo Yu raised his eyes and saw a picture of the Eight Immortals celebrating their birthdays hanging in the middle of the hall, and birthday peaches and other things were placed on the table.Sitting at the table were people from all over the world in various costumes, the leader had a solemn face, and the disciples behind him also had tense faces.

Shaking the pale Zhang Wuji, Mo Yu asked, "Today is your grand master's birthday?"

Zhang Wuji nodded in a daze, his throat twitched, and he said with some difficulty: "Well... Father said that Grand Master's [-]th birthday is coming, and he wants to take me and mother to celebrate Grand Master's birthday."

Standing beside him, Mu Xuanying looked at the bustling scene inside, and then at those Jianghu people who were obviously bulging under their clothes, and frowned.

Mo Yu suddenly raised his chin, gestured to the young man in the hall with a decent smile on his face, leading the two little Taoist boys to entertain everyone in the hall, and said, "Is that your senior brother?"

That boy was born with a good appearance, delicate features, and a dignified appearance. Although he was young, he didn't show the slightest timidity among the old seniors who had been famous in the arena for many years, on the contrary, he was extremely decent.

Zhang Wuji looked bewildered, he was taken away not long after he returned to the Central Plains, he had only met his second uncle, not to mention his brothers of the same generation.Zhang Wuji murmured: "Probably... I don't know..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man happened to be walking towards the door, and Mo Yu raised his hand and threw Zhang Wuji over, smashing it into the young man's arms with incomparable precision.

Suddenly being hit in the chest by a heavy object, the boy couldn't help taking two steps back, raising his hand as if trying to block, but seeing a half-grown child in his arms, he froze immediately, saying: "You are... ...!"

Before he finished speaking, when the young man saw Zhang Wuji's face clearly, he was immediately stunned.He stopped talking, only pursed his lips tightly, and a complex look appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Wuji covered his head that was hurt by the bump, with an apologetic expression on his face, he said again and again: "Senior brother, I'm really sorry! Are you okay?" As he said, he wanted to help the young man rub the bump that might hurt him chest.

The young man twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to put on the refreshing smile just now, but he was extremely stiff, and said dryly: "No need, I'm fine."

Thinking that the person was delivered, Mo Yu turned to look at Mu Xuanying, and said, "The person has been delivered, we can leave."

Mu Xuanying looked at Mo Yu silently, making sure that the expression in his eyes was serious and not fake, the corner of Mu Xuanying's mouth twitched, and said, "Brother Yu, have you forgotten that we are here to find out the situation."

Glancing at Zhang Wuji from the corner of his eye, Mo Yu said expressionlessly, "You can go down the mountain and ask anywhere."

Mu Xuanying: "..."

Mu Xuanying didn't move. He imitated Mo Yu and stood with folded arms. He looked over Mo Yu's picture of the Eight Immortals celebrating his birthday in the middle of the hall, and said in a low voice, "But I want to see it." After a pause, Mu Xuanying He whispered: "It's good to be a little bit happy."

Mo Yu was stunned. He looked at Mu Xuanying, who had a smile on his lips and a warm look between his brows and eyes. His throat seemed to be blocked, and his heart ached. Stained with countless blood, since he embarked on the road of three lives, he never thought about a good death.

But Mu Xuanying is different!

His Mao Mao had never done evil in his life, why did he have such a fate? !At the age of early twenties, with a high degree of martial arts, he should be like countless young heroes in the Jianghu, with fresh clothes and angry horses, smiling proudly in the Jianghu, but he is suffering from terminal illness, and his life is tied to that ridiculous providence!

Mo Yu turned his face sideways, hardly daring to look at Mu Xuanying's face, and said in a low voice, "Then just stay a little longer." He also didn't see Mu Xuanying's almost expectant look in his eyes.

——Brother Yu, you must live for a long time, better than anyone else.

The boy, Song Qingshu, the eldest son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, was looking at the boy in front of him who was a head shorter than him with a complicated expression.

Seeing his greatest enemy in his previous life unexpectedly, Song Qingshu's mood at this time is really extremely complicated.

Yes, last life!

He was dead.

When he was like a living dead, he died in the hands of the grand master.

But Song Qingshu couldn't hate it, whether it was the second uncle who crushed his skull so that he could not speak or move, or the grand master who finally killed him.

The person he should hate the most should be himself, right?

Forcing those who don't belong to him, fearing out of love, using all means, and even killing the seventh uncle... Even if he is used, who can he blame!Counting them carefully, there are too many people he is sorry for.

People like him will surely go to endless purgatory after death.But what Song Qingshu didn't expect was that, life and death, he opened his eyes and returned to the time when he was 13 years old.

It was the time when he was the most energetic and smug—wishful to carry forward Wudang, act chivalrously, help the world and save the people—when did he forget his original intention of practicing martial arts, and only want to get Zhou Zhiruo?

Song Qingshu was crying and laughing, physically and mentally exhausted. He had been ill for seven days and was in a daze. When he woke up, he saw his mother with a haggard face and his father who was serious in the past but couldn't hide his concern at this time.There are also grand masters, second uncles, third uncles, fourth uncles, sixth uncles... and his most unworthy seventh uncle.

After reliving his life, Song Qingshu didn't think about Zhou Zhiruo or Zhang Wuji, he only concentrated on staying in Wudang, determined to fulfill his long-cherished wish.He practiced martial arts every day, and even the strictest father began to persuade him to pay attention to his body.He also never neglected the practice of the "Nine Yin Manual", which was not a quick fix at the beginning, but a step-by-step method to lay a solid foundation.

Song Qingshu's aptitude and savvy are not bad at all, even if it is not as good as Zhang Wuji's stunning talent, he is still one in a million, not to mention that he is not a 13-year-old kid who is really unstable.In less than two years, his "Nine Yin Manual" has achieved some success, and his Wudang swordsmanship has been praised by the elders in the school. Half a year ago, Zhang Zhenren began to teach him to practice Tai Chi.

Now his grand master's [-]th birthday, Song Qingshu remembered that his fifth uncle killed himself with a sword.Although he had a lot of grudges with Zhang Wuji, in his previous life he had taken the blame for himself. For the sake of the grand master, Song Qingshu decided to prevent the fifth uncle Zhang Cuishan from committing suicide. Therefore, he asked Song Yuanqiao for the job of entertaining guests, and he was ready to do it at any time A resistance.

Although his martial arts is not as good as Fifth Uncle's, but the hidden weapon technique in "Nine Yin Manual" is extremely delicate, it is not difficult to block it once.

Although Song Qingshu was ready to meet Zhang Wuji, he never expected that it would be like this when they met again!

Song Qingshu looked at the "Senior Brother" in front of him with complicated hearts, and Zhang Wuji who could vaguely see what he would look like in the future, and suddenly remembered that, at the beginning, this Zhang Wuji was also a "Senior Brother Song" one by one.

Zhang Wuji apologized earnestly, but the person in front of him didn't respond. He looked up and saw this handsome senior staring blankly at him.Zhang Wuji blinked, and said with some doubts: "This senior brother, you..."

Before Zhang Wuji could speak, a figure flashed into the hall from the back hall.The man jumped into the crowd of guests, pointing at the long sword, with a sad expression on his face, crying blood every word: "All the crimes were done by Zhang Cuishan alone, and I should bear it all!"

Zhang Wuji's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "Daddy."

Song Qing's expression changed: "Oh no!"

Zhang Cuishan had just learned the truth from his beloved wife. He did not expect that the person next to his pillow was the culprit who caused the paralysis of the third senior brother. He also thought of the ten years of companionship on Binghuo Island, and the pain in his heart was unspeakable. He decided to apologize with death to pay for his past sins.

He wanted to die, how could he give others a chance to stop him.

Seeing that the sharp blade was about to cut through his neck, and the blood was splashed on the spot, when a person like Zhang Sanfeng with a great master cultivation level shook away the surrounding guests but couldn't stop him, a force of force directly hit Zhang Cuishan's sword-holding wrist.

Zhang Cuishan felt a numbness in his wrist, stagnation of breath, and the long sword in his palm dropped to the ground.

Zhang Cuishan was stunned, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the pointing force.

Standing there was a young man in black, with a beautiful face and an extraordinary bearing.At this time, he was looking at himself coldly, and snorted: "You commit suicide after your birthday, don't you want to die and don't know where to change? What kind of enmity do you have with the master here, and you want to commit suicide on his hundredth birthday?" When his family Maomao said he was going to be happy, wouldn't it be bad luck for him to run out and commit suicide!

If it wasn't for the bad blood, what he threw out would not be the Jueyin Finger, but the Ningxue Needle Gun.