[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

Song Qingshu and Mo Shenggu both know the nature of water, so they both floated to the surface not long after they fell into the lake.Song Qingshu is still held in Mo Shenggu's arms at this moment, he has been close to Mo Shenggu since he was a child, it is normal for uncle and nephew to have such close contact.But this time, he couldn't stop trembling in Mo Shenggu's arms.Song Qingshu was in such a strange state, but Mo Shenggu didn't notice it at all, he only asked in a deep voice: "Qingshu, are you injured?"

When Song Qingshu heard Mo Shenggu's question, he felt guilty for a while, unable to answer for a long time.

Mo Shenggu didn't wait for his answer, he felt his nephew's body and arm with his palm and heaved a sigh of relief when he found that there was no injury.He only heard him panting lightly in Song Qingshu's ear for a while before he whispered: "Go ashore first!"

Song Qingshu still couldn't open his mouth, he could not help but tremble again when he felt the scorching breath from Mo Shenggu's breath brushing against his ears.

Song Qingshu was so abnormal, Mo Shenggu couldn't help frowning slightly, after a while, he suddenly asked in a calm voice: "Your third uncle wants me to get married as soon as possible, is that what you mean?"

Song Qingshu didn't answer, but the body held in Mo Shenggu's arms froze suddenly.

As if the sky and the earth died at the same time at this moment, as if it was only a moment after thousands of years, Song Qingshu could only hear Mo Shenggu whispering in his ear: "Very good!" The arms around his waist gradually loosened, and Mo Shenggu sank silently.

"Seventh uncle!" Song Qingshu screamed, plunged into the water and lifted Mo Shenggu, who was sinking several feet, out of the water.Looking at him by the moonlight, Song Qingshu realized that Mo Shenggu's back was already covered in blood and blood by the violent explosion, and there was a piece of wood the size of a palm embedded in his back, and the gurgling blood was flowing along the The wood chips flowed out slowly, and the fine wounds on the back and limbs were even more indistinguishable. Now they are not so much soaked in the lake water as they are soaked in the blood of Mo Shenggu.However, just now Mo Shenggu had tightly protected Song Qingshu until he lost his strength and fell into a coma, not only did he not cause any damage to him, let alone a single moan.

Song Qingshu panicked when he saw this piece of wood inserted into Mo Shenggu's back. He didn't know medical skills, so he only tried to touch it with his hands, and the unconscious Mo Shenggu frowned slightly in pain.Seeing this, Song Qingshu didn't dare to touch it again, he only touched several big acupuncture points on his body, and then took out the White Tiger Life-killing Pill that he carried with him and swallowed it for him.After doing this, Song Qingshu just turned his head to look back, only to find that the big boat they were riding in had been blown into two by hidden gunpowder, and was slowly sinking into the lake. The disciples of the Sand Gang obviously spared no expense to ambush the Mo Shenggu Sea Sand Gang.But the three Beggar Clan disciples who were thrown out of the cabin by Mo Shenggu one step earlier were nowhere to be seen, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive.Although the gunpowder from the Haisha Gang is not as powerful as Song Qingshu personally prepared, Zhang Shicheng spread the gunpowder all over the bottom of the cabin. If Mo Shenggu hadn't used his flesh and blood to cover Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu might not have escaped serious injuries fate.

Song Qingshu knew that since Zhang Shicheng intended to design the beggar gang, he wouldn't just use blowing up the boat.And Mo Shenggu was seriously injured and urgently needed medical treatment, he didn't want to look for the disciples of the Beggar Clan, so he hurriedly determined the direction and swam to the shore with Mo Shenggu on his back.Unexpectedly, he just swam not far away, and several water ghosts from the Haisha Gang surrounded him with iron cones and daggers.Song Qingshu learned Haisha's ability to help water ghosts seven years ago.Seven years later, his martial arts has improved a lot, and the five water ghosts under Zhang Shicheng's subordinates in front of him are obviously more sophisticated and difficult than those under Cheng Laosan back then.He only killed two people with Wudang swordsmanship, but the No.3 water ghost took advantage of Mo Shenggu's left arm and stabbed at him.

Song Qingshu knew in his heart that if he let go, Mo Shenggu would surely die if he sank into the water, instead of dodging, he rushed forward, desperately receiving the blow, and sent his backhand sword into No.3 water ghost's throat.Before the iron awl resting on the left arm bone could be pulled out, another No. 4 water ghost stabbed Mo Shenggu obliquely.Song Qingshu immediately pushed Mo Shenggu out forcefully, and slapped it out forcefully with Shen's elbow, only to hear a crisp "click", the No. 4 water ghost's chest suddenly collapsed, spit blood and slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.Song Qingshu was originally a disciple of a famous school, and Wudang School was also a Daoist school. Wudang martial arts were not very fierce, but now Song Qingshu killed the four water ghosts with a falcon's trick.The No. 5 water ghost saw the unspeakable death of several brothers under Song Qingshu's hands, he was so terrified that his liver and gallbladder were broken, he didn't dare to go forward, but turned his head and swam away.

The Beggar Gang was ambushed by the Haisha Gang today, and there are many dangers waiting for them in Taihu Lake. How could Song Qingshu allow him to escape and spread the news that he and Qishu are still alive.He casually threw out the light in his hand, and immediately passed the water ghost.Hanguang was originally given the sword by Song Yuanqiao himself, and he couldn't leave his body easily, but at this time Song Qingshu couldn't care about Hanguang anymore, he just turned around and plunged into the lake again, reaching out to hug Mo Sheng who was sinking valley.Seeing that Mo Shenggu's face was pale and silent, Song Qingshu leaned forward without thinking, met his lips and teeth, and took a breath.

Song Qingshu swam in the lake for a long time with Mo Shenggu on his back, before he sneaked ashore.At this time, the golden sore medicine that Song Qingshu was carrying had been soaked by the lake water and could no longer be used. He hurriedly took off his shirt and dried it with internal force, then tore it into strips and tied it tightly on Mo Shenggu's back. In the back of my heart, I dare not move again.Mo Shenggu had already closed his eyes and lost his sanity. He felt his hands and feet were cold, and the heaving of his chest gradually weakened. Even though Song Qingshu didn't know medical skills, he knew that Mo Shenggu's injury was too serious and his blood flow was insufficient.He frowned and pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his left wrist, aimed at the meridian on the wrist, and bit it off fiercely, blood gushed out immediately, dripping all over the ground.Song Qingshu didn't seem to know the pain, he just raised his wrist to feed Mo Shenggu a few mouthfuls of scalding blood, and used his internal force to penetrate the three barriers for him to stimulate his dantian and help him adjust his breath.After repeating this several times, Song Qingshu's hands and wrists were covered with bruises, and his complexion became paler and paler.But Mo Shenggu's complexion improved a lot, he saw his lips and teeth moved slightly, and actually moaned slightly.

Hearing this sound, Song Qingshu rushed forward and shouted repeatedly: "Uncle Seven! Uncle Seven!" Mo Shenggu still didn't respond and remained in a coma.

At this time, when the moon was shining in the sky and the night wind was blowing, Song Qingshu lost a lot of blood and felt dizzy, dizzy and chilly, and suddenly remembered Zhang Wuji's warning. "Seventh Uncle was destined to die. He didn't die by your hands this time, but it doesn't mean he won't die by your hands in the future."

Thinking of Zhang Wuji's prophecy-like reminder, Song Qingshu could only feel a rumbling sound in his ears, and suddenly he was full of cold sweat.In the last life, once he made a mistake, there was no chance of turning back.At that time, I was depressed, and I also prayed to God and worshiped Buddha, hoping that God would show him a little pity and give him a way to turn around, but after all, he didn't wait until he died.He didn't believe in heaven and destiny, and he never begged for mercy from heaven in his rebirth.But at this time, seeing that Mo Shenggu's life was hanging by a thread but he had nothing to do, he still couldn't help turning over and kneeling on the ground, clasping his hands together and praying softly: "The emperor is above and the soil is below. Song Qingshu hereby swears sincerely: Seven If Uncle can get through this calamity this time, I will cut off the fate of the world and always be with the green lamp, and I will never regret it!" After saying that, he kowtowed three times in a row, got up and fled to the distance with Mo Shenggu on his back .

Most of Taihu Lake was already within the sphere of influence of the Haisha Gang, and the place where Song Qingshu took Mo Shenggu ashore was close to Suzhou, so it could be said that he had entered a den of thieves.But now Song Qingshu can't take care of that much, the most urgent thing is to find people as soon as possible, only where there are people can there be doctors.He carried Mo Shenggu all the way eastward, and finally saw a village faintly in the twilight.Song Qingshu fell into the water, fought, and was injured that night. He was already extremely exhausted to support him at this time, but now seeing the smoke rising from the kitchen, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he hurried to the place. Go to the village.

Unexpectedly, just as he stepped into the village, dozens of cavalry Yuan soldiers rushed out and surrounded him.After a while, Wang Baobao came out from the smoke-burning farmhouse accompanied by the elder Xuanming, looked at Song Qingshu with a smile and said softly: "Song Shaoxia, this is really a reunion in the mountains and rivers, we actually meet again Already!"

Song Qingshu tilted his head and slowly looked around at the Yuan soldiers surrounding him for a week, and said clearly: "It turns out that the Haisha Gang has defected to the Mongols!" The Haisha Gang was originally an officer of the former dynasty. Yingsheng is determined to fight against the Yuan Dynasty, and Yi Tianhaiyi, Bo Yuntian, the top master of the Haisha Gang, is also his mentor. Song Qingshu never expected that the peace talks between the Haisha Gang and the Beggar Gang were actually managed by Wang Baobao behind the scenes.Thinking about it now, Zhang Shicheng invited the Wudang faction to resolve the grievances between the two factions, not because the Haisha faction thought that the Wudang faction was stronger than the Shaolin faction, but because of Wang Baobao's instruction.This time the Beggar Gang and the Haisha Gang shook hands to make peace, and Song Qingshuben strongly supported it. Now thinking of Elder Feng's saying "Knowing people, knowing the face, not knowing the heart", he felt as if someone had slapped someone in the face twice, and his face was hot It hurts.Unexpectedly, in this life, he was the one who killed Uncle Qi again!

Wang Baobao was startled when he saw Song Qingshu's eyes were fierce, and Gu Zhixiang looked like an eagle watching a wolf.He fought against Song Qingshu several times, and each time he felt that Song Qingshu was more terrifying than the last one. The discussion between Mingjiao and Wudang faction in Wudang Mountain has spread all over the world. Knowing Mingjiao is a serious problem.But Wang Baobao knows that in this troubled autumn, it is like a big wave washing the sand, no matter how talented people hide, they will eventually surface.In the future, if anyone can lead the Han people in the world to drive them back to the grassland, it must be Song Qingshu!Thinking of this episode, Wang Baobao's heart trembled even more. He didn't mention the Haisha Gang and just smiled: "Song Shaoxia, now I will give you one last chance. As long as you bend your knees and surrender, I will protect you and your seventh uncle from death!"

Song Qingshu's Hanguang has lost Taihu Lake, I saw him casually pulling out the sword hanging from Mo Shenggu's waist, and untied his belt to tie Mo Shenggu tightly around his waist, said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, Let's go together!" I have already made up my mind, if I can't save Uncle Qi today, then I will go down to Huangquan to accompany him!

Song Qingshu refused the imperial court's invitation several times, Wang Baobao had already prepared, this time it was just a question for nothing, and he really didn't have any expectations in his heart.Hearing Song Qingshu's refusal again, he didn't get angry, but smiled and said in a low voice: "Song Shaoxia, let's get on the road!" After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the dozen or so riders who had been galloping beside Song Qingshu rushed towards him at the same time. He rushed.

Song Qingshu stared intently at the first cavalryman who rushed towards him. When the distance between the two was less than five steps, he suddenly lifted up the ladder cloud and jumped up lightly, stepping heavily on the horse's head with his right foot , The horse immediately neighed, its legs bent forward, and it fell to the side.The cavalry on horseback saw a flash of sword light, and before he could swing the scimitar, he felt a burning sensation in his throat, and he fell to the ground together with the fallen horse.

But after Song Qingshu swung his sword, he used lightness kung fu and jumped onto the back of another fast horse, piercing the Yuan Bing who was controlling the horse and kicking him off the horse's back.Wang Baobao saw that Song Qingshu's riding skills killed three cavalrymen in a row, with blood splattered all over his body and face, and his original picturesque face was now grim, so he sighed and couldn't help shaking his head, and couldn't help sighing softly: "What a murderer! Mr. Luzhang and Mr. Hebi, I'm going to work on you!"

The two elders Xuanming and Wang Baobao bowed and saluted, one left and one right rushed out at the same time to Song Qingshu who was running away on his horse.The two of them have deep internal energy, but after chasing a distance of several zhang, they have already caught up with Song Qingshu, and knocked down his good horse with one palm, making him unable to escape again.The two elders, Xuan Ming, were conceited of their identities. Seeing that Mo Shenggu's mental loss on Song Qingshu's back was already a burden, they immediately said with their hands behind their hands: "Song Qingshu, put down Mo Shenggu, and let us fight!"

Song Qingshu knew that he was definitely not the opponent of Xuan Ming and Elder, but now he had no way to deal with it, so he had to take a deep breath and put Mo Shenggu in the grass beside him.He knew that today was unlucky, but for the sake of Mo Shenggu, he still couldn't help pleading with Wang Baobao who followed him: "My son, my seventh uncle is seriously injured now, if you want to kill me, please kill me." Please forgive my Seventh Uncle."

Wang Baobao fought Song Qingshu several times, and Song Qingshu was in danger several times, but Wang Baobao never heard him beg for mercy.At this time, hearing Song Qingshu begging him in a low voice, Wang Baobao looked at him in surprise for a long time, almost wondering whether the person in front of him was the Song Qingshu he knew.After a long while, Wang Baobao suddenly smiled playfully, and slowly said maliciously: "You kneel down and kowtow to me three times, and I will spare him."

Wang Baobao and Song Qingshu were eternal enemies, what he said was already very insulting to Song Qingshu.Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu smiled slightly when he finished speaking, and said: "My husband's words are hard to follow, thank you son!" After finishing speaking, he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Wang Baobao was dumbfounded when he saw this, and couldn't recover for a long time.Song Qingshu didn't seem to feel humiliated at all, he got up and pointed the long sword in his hand at the elder Xuanming, and said in a deep voice: "Wudang Song Qingshu, please advise!"

Seeing that Song Qingshu was forced into a desperate situation and still faced Yuanyuan Zhiyue calmly, the two elders Xuanming couldn't help being moved.The two brothers have always disdain the so-called chivalry in the Jianghu, and believe that being rich, rich, sensual, and doggy is a pleasure in life.Just because they served the Mongols, although people in the martial arts feared their martial arts, they also despised their character.Song Qingshu was the first one to challenge them in such an upright manner as today in the martial arts competition ceremony.Seeing this, the two elders Xuanming were silent for a while, and after a while, the two stood in awe and bowed in return. "Xuan Ming, the two elders, Luzhangke and Hebiweng, come to learn Wudang magic skills today!"

The martial arts of Xuanming and Ming are naturally far above Song Qingshu. Although Song Qingshu has improved in martial arts these days, he was injured first. After hundreds of strokes, his internal energy was exhausted. Although he stabbed He Biweng with a sword He was seriously injured, but he was also hit in the vest by Lu Zhangke's palm.Although this palm was not the world-famous Xuanming Divine Palm, the internal strength of Luzhangke was astonishing, Song Qingshu spurted a mouthful of blood instantly and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.Seeing Song Qingshu's defeat, Wang Baobao walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back. He looked at the pale Song Qingshu for a while, and then suddenly said: "Song Qingshu, if you kowtow to me three more times, I will forgive you as well."

As soon as Wang Baobao said this, Lu Zhangke's expression changed. Just as he was about to say something to stop him, he couldn't help hesitantly looking at the crane penman whose shoulder was pierced by Song Qingshu's sword, and swallowed back the dissuasion that almost rushed out of his mouth. .This was the second time that Xuan Ming and Song Qingshu fought against Song Qingshu. Not only did Song Qingshu have deeper internal strength, but also his swordsmanship was even more exquisite.If he hadn't been injured first, and the two elders Xuan Ming took advantage of the crowd, the outcome would have been unpredictable.However, the reason why the two elders, Xuanming and Ruyang, received the courteous reception from the Ruyang Palace is because of their unrivaled martial arts. At this time, if they admit that Song Qingshu's achievements in the future will sooner or later surpass their brothers, it is inevitable that Wang Baobao will despise them, and their glory and wealth will be inferior. the past.

Unexpectedly, this time, Song Qingshu coughed and laughed, and couldn't help shaking his head.He has lived two lifetimes, begging the sky, the earth, the gods, the Buddha, the seventh uncle, his teacher, and even Chen Youliang, Yuanzhen, and Zhou Zhiruo, but in the end who will Can you spare him again?Even though his name as a disciple of a famous family has long been unworthy of his name, even if his dignity has already been lost, but he doesn't want to ask for help anymore.He coughed heart-piercingly for a while, gasped for two long breaths, and said in a low voice, "Let's do it!"

The author has something to say:

Director: Song Shaoxia, after seeing your oath, I suddenly have a question I want to ask.Of course, you can try without answering!

Qingshu: ...

Director: Back then when you were in the Emei School, the head master Zhou should have spent time with you even if it was acting, right?Do you talk about Taibai and Dongpo every time, after talking about Jiuge and Shiji, and then the head of Zhou said that he was tired and wanted to go back to his room to rest?

Qing Shu: Director, how do you know?

Director: It's rare that Master Zhou wants to talk to you about the dumplings and grasshoppers we ate in Wudang Mountains in those years, and you just say coldly, "The past is vaguely like a dream, things are people and things are not things. Let it go!"

Qing Shu: I am not cold!I am obviously in pain and melancholy!

Director: Ahem, Master Zhou, forgive me for misunderstanding you for so many years!Back then, you could wait until after the Lion Slaughtering Conference before kicking this wonderful thing, really bear it!disgrace!burden!Heavy!