[Comprehensive martial arts] My life will die

Also, look at your appearance of trying to use people to death, what kind of person is it that kills you!As a relative with this person, it is estimated that it took eight lifetimes of bad luck to conceive this child.

Tan Zhao nestled on the branch of the tree, resting his chin, looking at Qingshu's nephew below, thinking that this man might have had sixteen lifetimes of bad luck to meet this vicious villain Chen Youliang .

Song Qingshu's face was full of struggles, his heart was like a big four-meter-square oil pan, a heart fell and was lifted again, after experiencing the boundless pain, he was... scared.

He couldn't let go of Zhiruo, and he couldn't let go of his status as the best disciple of the three generations of Wudang Mountain. Chen Youliang was an out-and-out villain.

I don't know where the courage came from, Song Qingshu raised his head angrily: "Brother Chen, as long as you let Zhiruo go, you can go to Wudang..."

"Don't let go." Chen Youliang seemed to be pinching Song Qingshu's seven-inch Achilles' heel, and there was a kind of leisurely cruelty in his words, "Brother Qingshu, as a big brother, I will teach you, don't be too naive."

Then, he quickly changed his face. It was obvious that he was not tall, even at the height of Song Qingshu's shoulders, but his momentum pressed Song Qingshu to the ground: "Song Qingshu, I have promised you not to hurt Wudang disciples. You are not willing to do such a small thing." Do it for that Miss Zhou, I really feel sorry for that Miss Zhou."

As soon as these words came out, Song Qingshu fell silent.

And sometimes, silence means acquiescence, means... falling into the abyss.

Tan Zhao finally figured out the reason, but it shouldn't be, he rescued Zhou Zhiruo and the savage who was malnourished to the point of dry hair that day, why did he fall into the wolf's den again in just a few days?

This year's Peach Blossom Island's descendants are not good, with such good martial arts, the coffin lid of Huang Island Master will not be able to cover it.

System: Island Master Huang said that he does not have such descendants.

[...Do you have to sing against me? ]

System: I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense.

...Tan Zhao and Tan Zhao naturally knew that Huang Laoxie was an open-minded person. If he wanted to pass on the sect at that time, there were many talented people in the world who came to apprentice with gold and silver mountains, but he confiscated all of them.This world is basically not bad, it's just like the rumors in the world that Huang Yaoshi took in a woman in blue in his later years, but she was silent.

System: So, you are actually in love with the house?

Tan Zhao nodded calmly. As long as he has a good heart, he won't lose a piece of meat if he helps. Guo Xiang is not only Huang Rong's daughter, but also his little niece.

System: ...Your rounding is really amazing.

I want you to take care of it.

In the "rounding up" effort, Song Qingshu had already packed up his emotions and went up the mountain, and Chen Youliang waited for Song Qingshu to leave, his whole face was terribly gloomy, and he ordered his subordinates to go down to contact the news, so he couldn't help but waved his palm on the big pine tree: " Useless stuff!"

Getting angry at a tree really...almost knocked him off!Tan Zhao raised his head, tapped his toes lightly and swept away like a frightened bird, but Chen Youliang who was underneath didn't seem to notice it at all, his face was full of tyranny.

System: Tsk, this martial art is really bad enough, the host just let him go like this?This is not like you.

[It's too early to move him now. ]

...Mom, host, your expression is very scary~

Tan Zhao returned to the back mountain with a chill in his body. At this time, the sky was full of stars, and the clear moonlight was shining in the blue water of the pool. He really felt like a foreigner.The sound of the bamboo grove is the unique pulse sound of the mountain.

As soon as he entered the back mountain, Tan Zhao felt a little different.

It was too quiet. Wudang Mountain was indeed very quiet at night, but it had never been so dead. When he gently opened the courtyard door, there was a unique bitter taste of tea in the air.Tan Zhao's face wrinkled as soon as he smelled it. The old man didn't know what was wrong with his taste nerve. The bitterness really made the Huanglian brothers bow down.

how?Drinking bitter tea in the middle of the night still keeps people from sleeping?

Tan Zhao's footsteps stopped, and there was a rush of footsteps coming from behind. He subconsciously flew to the roof, only to let Song Qingshu and Chen Youliang and a group of beggar gang members rush in in the dark night.

... so urgent?Moved tonight?

Was the teacher who grew up, the relatives and teachers who loved him so easily given up like this?

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen! You promised me, you won't treat me as a teacher..."

Chen Youliang's face was horizontal, ruthless like a Raksha ghost climbing up from the underworld: "Get out of the way! I just taught you in the daytime today, don't you want to save Miss Zhou?"

Then there were two Beggar Clan disciples who came forward to pull him away. With Song Qingshu's martial arts, there was no way the two two-pocket disciples could do anything to win him, but... they were easily pulled away.

Tan Zhao sighed in a low voice, wondering how the original owner's elder brother, Song Yuanqiao, would get so angry and hate iron for nothing.

Chen Youliang took a step forward, and there was a kind of flame called ambition in his heart, but he only took half a step, and he could no longer move forward.

"Who!"

"Me! Wudang, Mo Shenggu, Elder Chen, do you still remember me?"

Tan Zhaogang went back to get a sword, but the scabbard flew out, blocking Chen Youliang's way into the back mountain.

"you--"

Song Qingshu was stunned in place, it was midnight at this time, he was so frightened that his whole face hesitated, and he murmured words such as "Uncle Qi, it's not me, I'm sorry", for a moment he seemed to be possessed by a demon.

Compared to Song Qingshu, a little coward, Chen Youliang is much bolder, he brought a master today, whether it is Mo Shenggu or not, today he will beat Wudang!Such a heaven-sent opportunity, never waits for it to be outdated, so what if it is a human or a ghost!

"It seems I remember it." Tan Zhao stood at the door with his sword in his hand, and a gust of night wind blew past his white Taoist robe. Going up the mountain, whether it's a thief or an animal, can Elder Chen know it well?"

...It seems to be a ghost, this is definitely not what Wudang Mo Qixia said!

"on!"

Chen Youliang has now emptied the Beggar Gang, he has won over a group of masters of the Beggar Gang, and when he gave an order, naturally two figures rushed forward, he had a good idea, first he ordered people to entangle each other, and he brought Song Qingshu inside, As long as Zhang Sanfeng is killed, his trip will not be in vain, but it's a pity——

Song Qingshu was still in a daze at this time, his heart was overwhelmed by fear and guilt, he could hardly utter a complete sentence, Chen Youliang pushed him impatiently, and he fell directly to the ground, and immediately after that, two figures slammed into each other The sound fell on both sides of him.

"Elder Chen, what's the rush? The beggar gang was so upright back then, but now they have to do this villain's tricks. I don't know if Qi Gong, the old man who is a spirit in the sky, has been ridiculed by his old friends to jump out of the coffin!"

Although Chen Youliang has a high-level teacher, his martial arts talent is really not that great. He is good at calculations, and he only thinks that martial arts are enough, but at this moment, he feels like an ordinary person who has no strength to restrain a chicken. He doesn't know how to fight back. I didn't know how to dodge, so I stood upright, and was punched hard in the chest.

He flew upside down for more than ten meters in an instant, and a mouthful of blood spewed out uncontrollably. Chen Youliang covered his heart, and suddenly regained his composure: "It is said in the Jianghu that Wudang sects are upright, and now I see that they are also villains behind the scenes. !"

I'm really sorry, Tan Zhao gave him a cold look: "Elder Chen, I think you should check your eyes. This man walks in the rivers and lakes, and his eyes are not good. This man... is probably useless."

Chen Youliang came out of the rivers and lakes, never had he suffered such a loss, this decent man argued, he was so angry that his chest hurts, not to mention that his heart is really hurting right now, he just feels like his internal organs are going to burn up.

"You hurt me with Wudang boxing, if it wasn't for your life, it might have become your sharp weapon to hurt Wudang now, and now I have hurt you with the martial arts of the beggar gang. This account--even if it is settled."

After Tan Zhao finished speaking, he put the sword back into its sheath. It wasn't that he was merciful and let the tiger go back to the mountain, but...he couldn't kill and didn't plan to kill.

He had already heard footsteps behind him, so he just said, that old man is old and smart, how could he be so easily plotted by a group of brats!

"Qing Shu, come here soon!"

Sure enough, Zhang Zhenren came with a group of disciples. When Song Yuanqiao saw his son who was out of shape, all kinds of feelings flashed in his heart. In the end, it turned into this shout. Song Qingshu has never been able to disobey his father, this time... the same .

Disappointment flashed across Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, but he quickly restrained himself. Senior Jianghu like him seldom kills now, so he naturally didn't plan to kill this group of people directly.

But the death penalty is exempt, the living penalty...

"Yuanqiao, see off the guests!"

Over the next day, Wudang sent out the Order of the Jianghu, making the crimes of the beggar gang obvious, and at the same time... expelling Mengchang Song Qingshu, the No. 1 jade face of Wudang's three generations.

The stars were shining last night, but today it was raining heavily. Song Qingshu was still the Tsing Yi of yesterday. He knelt at the foot of Wudang Mountain. Tan Zhao took an umbrella and went down the mountain gate for the sake of Song Yuanqiao, the original owner.

Tan Zhao didn't walk fast on the thick bluestone road, and didn't stop until he was separated from Song Qingshu by three steps.

Song Qingshu kowtowed three times. He felt lucky and wronged. He was born to be the proud son of heaven. Now he was expelled from Wudang and fell into the dust. He actually wanted to ask Qishu to take him up the mountain. But for some reason, when he met Shang Qishu's familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

He only heard the visitor speak coldly and reservedly:

"Do you think that no matter what you do, everyone in the Wudang faction will tolerate your willfulness unconditionally?"