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

In the Sutra Pavilion, the Shaolin monk responsible for sweeping has dug a deep pit in the side hall of the Sutra Pavilion according to what Song Qingshu said earlier, and buried Shaolin 72 stunts together with some precious Buddhist classics wrapped in fireproof felt cloth into the pit.After finishing these, he nailed the floor in the side hall back to its original position, and there was absolutely no abnormality from the surface.Seeing Song Qingshu coming back, the Sansao monk immediately stepped forward and asked nervously: "Song Shaoxia, is this method really feasible?"

Song Qingshu patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, and asked: "Would you think there are treasures in the place that has been burned to ruins?"

The sansan monk shook his head numbly, since he entered Shaolin, he has been sweeping in this scripture pavilion, now thinking that this place will soon be burned, he can't help feeling distressed.It's just that the master abbot had ordered him to obey Song Qingshu's arrangements in everything, and he dared not disobey.

Song Qingshu smiled, looked around, and saw that the sweeping monk had brought the fire oil, so he ordered: "There is nothing for you here, go find Zen Master Kongzhi."

The Sansao monk heard the words and couldn't help wondering: "Song Shaoxia, didn't we light a fire and leave together?"

Song Qingshu was silent for a while, and replied in a deep voice: "I still have to wait for someone..." He looked around the scripture pavilion that had gone through a hundred years of wind and rain, and sighed again. "How many precious books are there in this Sutra Pavilion, if I have to, I don't want to set fire to it!"

The monk Sansao didn't know the meaning of his words, his eyes lit up when he heard what he said, he thought he had a way to save the Sutra Pavilion from the fire, and said happily: "Since Shaoxia Song has already made arrangements, the little monk will leave !” After saying that, he bowed to him and left the Sutra Pavilion.

Song Qingshu is naturally waiting for the two elders Xuanming, Wang Baobao is cautious in deploying troops, even if Zhang Wuji and others lead the Five Elements Banner and Shaolin disciples to break through from the back mountain, he will definitely send the two elders Xuanming up the mountain to check the situation.The so-called thieves don't go empty-handed. The two elders, Xuanming and Xuanming, hadn't stolen the scriptures the day before yesterday, so they will definitely return this time.In order to make the strategy of "striking east and attacking west" just now to be effective, Song Qingshu absolutely can't let Xuanming and Elder Xuanming find out the details of the Ming Temple and go back to report to Wang Baobao.

Mo Yue was half an hour later, the two elders Xuan Ming really rushed in.The two brothers and sisters were ordered by Wang Baobao to go up the mountain, and they came to visit the Buddhist scriptures pavilion after their missions, which was considered both public and private.This plan was planned very well, I didn't want to enter the Sutra Pavilion just now, and when I looked up, I saw Song Qingshu waiting for them in the pavilion.I saw him leaning lazily on the top beam of the Sutra Pavilion, flipping through a book bored.Seeing the appearance of the second elder Xuanming, he didn't even move his brows, he just said slowly: "The second elder Xuanming, Deer Zhangke, Hebi Weng, Song has been waiting here for a long time!"

Xuanming and Elder Wugong have astonishing eyesight, with the help of the weak candlelight in the room, they can clearly see at a glance that the book's cover is written in three big characters "Yi Jin Jing".The two looked at each other, and at the same time saw the killing intent in each other's eyes.The martial arts of Xuan Ming and Elder have already reached the pinnacle, how did ordinary martial arts classics get into their eyes?However, the Xuanming God's Palm they practiced was originally a martial art that is the most cloudy and cold in the world, and it hurts one thousand enemies and eight hundred.Over the years, the two brothers and sisters have grown older, and their internal strength has not improved any more. The cold air often turns back on them, making them miserable.In the whole world, apart from the Nine-Yin Manual and Nine-Yang Divine Kungfu, only Shaolin's top-notch can relieve their suffering.The two elders, Xuanming and Ming, have been famous for a long time, and they have always been stubborn and arrogant. He Biweng is violent and cruel by nature. At this time, seeing the life-saving scriptures in Song Qingshu's hands, his face twitched, and he took a step forward immediately, and was about to speak. The guest suddenly reached out and pressed his wrist.He Biweng knew that his senior brother was a hundred times smarter than him, so he immediately stepped back and waited for Lu Zhangke to deal with Song Qingshu.

Lu Zhangke is cunning, the more murderous he is in his heart, the bigger the smile on his face.I saw him take two steps forward, and said to Song Qingshu warmly like a loving elder: "Song Qingshu, this Shaolin faction cannot be saved, and all the heroes of the martial arts in the Central Plains have already fled for their lives. The so-called heaven has the virtue of good life, we know each other anyway One game, you go too!"

Song Qingshu turned a deaf ear to it, and only asked curiously: "Shaolin's 72 martial arts are famous all over the world. The day before yesterday, two seniors visited the Buddhist scriptures pavilion at night and returned empty-handed. I wonder which martial art they saw when they came back today?"

Seeing Song Qingshu flipping the book in his hand to the ground, as if he was about to tear it apart with a little effort, the elder Xuanming's brows twitched in distress, and they had no time to answer for a while.Seeing that their eyes were only on the book in his hands, Song Qingshu couldn't help but smiled jokingly, and said clearly: "It turns out that the two seniors are for the "Yi Jin Jing"." The way of Yi Jin. The change of Yi Jin resides in yin and yang, and the change of yin and yang resides in people. Play with the sun and moon in the pot, and fight the yin and yang in your palm.” This Yi Jin Jing is the world’s supreme martial art book, and the two old masters Xuanming are looking forward to it. Song Qingshu read a few more sentences, but Song Qingshu suddenly closed the book, shook his head and sighed. "Boring! Really boring! Since it is a Buddhist classic, why bother to talk about 'Yi'? Compared with our Taoist "Tao Te Ching", it is really too shallow! In my opinion, this Shaolin Yi Jin Jing deceives the world and steals its name. It's far worse than my Wudang School's Tai Chi!" After that, he clapped his hands together, and the book was instantly smashed to pieces by his internal force.

The elders Xuanming yelled loudly, they never expected that Song Qingshu would destroy the "Yi Jin Jing".The two stood on the spot dumbfounded, watching the shattered pieces of paper falling down one after another, but the anger in their hearts rushed straight to the top of their heads like boiling water, and immediately roared: "Song Qingshu, you are looking for death!" Sitting beams.

The two elders, Xuanming and Ming, raised their palms at the same time, their palm strength is astonishing.Just as Song Qingshu turned over and landed on the ground, he heard a loud "bang" in his ears. The ten-foot-wide nanmu beam was smashed to pieces by this palm, and countless pieces of wood flew like sharp flying knives. out.Some of these wood chips shot at the wall, piercing the wall in an instant; some shot at the bookshelf, and then interrupted the partition of the bookshelf, and the books on the shelf immediately fell to the ground.Others shot at Song Qingshu.

Seeing that these pieces of wood were about to hurt his life, Song Qingshu immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, took a sword flower in his hand, and made a move of "split the flower and blow the willow", stabbing 27 swords in a blink of an eye, and pierced the wood pieces flying towards him one by one. onto the sword.Rao Xuanming and his elders were very angry, seeing Song Qingshulu's hand also admired secretly, Nanmuyuan was hard and poured the palm strength of the two of them, Song Qingshu was able to penetrate the wood pieces one by one without hurting them, eyesight, Wrist strength and internal strength are really indispensable.Based on this move alone, the two of them knew that Song Qingshu's swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle, and there was no rival in the martial arts.

Song Qingshu held a horizontal sword in front of him, his voice was gentle and he smiled, but the murderous intent in his eyes was clearly printed on the bright sword. "Shaolin's 72 unique skills, there is no "Yi Jin Jing" and "Xi Sui Jing", there is no "Xi Sui Jing" and "One Finger Zen", why are the two seniors so angry?"

The Xuanming and Elders also know this truth, but the Sutra Pavilion is originally a mountain of books and a sea of ​​literature, so it is not easy to find out the best martial arts that are suitable for them to use?Visiting the Sutra Pavilion the day before yesterday, he saw that the Shaolin School allowed Song Qingshu to read scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion. Lu Zhangke immediately guessed that Song Qingshu must know where the secret books are, and immediately said in a low voice: "Stinky boy, as long as you read the "Marrow Washing Sutra" "Hand it over, and we brothers will spare your life!"

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu shook his head again and said: "Senior is not a member of Shaolin sect, how can you spy on Shaolin martial arts? The two seniors are excellent in martial arts, and they are also mediocre if they don't want to. Instead of trying to make their own martial arts flourish, they are greedy for other schools. Martial arts, really ridiculous and lamentable!" After saying that, with a flick of his wrist, the wooden splinters attached to his sword instantly came out of the long sword, and shot towards the second elder Xuanming like a torrential rain.

The two elders Xuanming just avoided those wooden chips, but they saw Song Qingshu dodge, already holding a candle in his hand. "Although Shaolin martial arts is not as good as my Wudang martial arts, it's not something anyone can covet." He raised his hand, and the lit candle drew an arc in mid-air, falling on the pile of books beside him. middle.

With a "boom", those books immediately burst into flames.The fierce flames shot into the air in an instant, and the hot tongues licked the bookshelves and walls continuously, but in the blink of an eye, the entire Sutra Library was turned into a sea of ​​flames.Shattering the "Yi Jin Jing" and burning down the Sutra Pavilion, Song Qingshu's actions exceeded the imagination of the two elders. The two saw Song Qingshu slowly revealing a smile in the light of the sky-high fire. How handsome he was before and now this smile How vicious it is!

"This Sutra Pavilion has been poured with fire oil by me. Before leaving, Abbot Kong Wen asked me to convey a message to the two seniors. 'Since you have come to Shaolin, you can stay!'." Song Qingshu said with a relaxed expression. , holding the sword in his hand, he stabbed at the two elders Xuanming with one sword.

Seeing that the hope of curing the chronic disease was easily burned by Song Qingshu, the two elders Xuanming were even more furious. At the same time, they roared and lifted the Xuanming Divine Palm, striking Song Qingshu one palm after another.Xuanming and Elder have soaked in Xuanming's divine palm all their lives, their palm strength is extremely strong, and wherever the palm wind blows, it is like a violent storm.However, Song Qingshu is no longer the former Wuxia Amon. He has original talent, and he has practiced swordsmanship hard for two lifetimes, and his swordsmanship has reached its peak. At this time, he uses Taiji swordsmanship to fight against the enemy.When two sides confront each other, it is like a tiger meeting a fish. Although the fish cannot eat the tiger, the tiger cannot catch the fish either.

After a hundred tricks, the fire in the Sutra Pavilion rushed straight to the roof. The lingering smoke made it almost impossible to see the scene in front of them clearly, and many bricks and tiles that were burnt by the fire fell down one after another.Seeing that the attic was on the verge of collapse, their throats were burning with burning pain, and their bodies were sweating due to the high temperature and were instantly dried up. They knew that if they couldn't get out in time, the two brothers would be trapped to death in the fire. middle.The two made a decisive decision, stopped chasing Song Qingshu, and rushed out of the attic at the same time.

However, Song Qingshu's painstaking design was all to take their lives, how could he allow them to escape?Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, he immediately picked up Tiyun Zong Qinggong, his feet touched the falling bricks and tiles slightly, and rushed forward with his strength.Although the thick smoke blocked the line of sight, Song Qingshu had the ability to listen to the sound and distinguish the position. His body turned into a shadow, and his body and sword merged into one, turning into a sharp arrow and piercing He Biweng's vest.Song Qingshu's sword came very fast, He Biweng couldn't see clearly and couldn't dodge in time, the sword pierced through his right chest immediately.Seeing this, Lu Zhangke hurriedly slapped Song Qingshu with his palm.Song Qingshu's figure flashed, and he added another palm to Hebiweng's back, hitting the Hebiweng who was originally strung on his long sword towards Luzhangke.

Lu Zhangke saw his younger brother fall towards him, he hastily retracted his palm, caught Crane Biweng, and quickly tapped his chest with his right hand to count out the big acupoints.However, before they could catch their breath for a moment, Song Qingshu raised his sword again. At this time, he drew his sword faster and his sword moves became more fierce and fierce. Scattered and splashed.Seeing that Song Qingshu's gentle and elegant face is now full of violence and fighting them for their lives, the elders Xuanming and Xuanming are pressing towards them step by step with silver sword light and red fire light, they both feel chills in their hearts.Seeing Song Qingshu stabbing with his sword again, Xuanming and Elder Xuanming had no way to retreat, and they joined hands to send out a palm.The two of them came from the same school and cooperated very tacitly. At this moment, they combined their efforts to strike the same palm, which is really extraordinary.With one palm strike, mountains and seas were blown out, like a tyrannical wave of air roaring towards Song Qingshu head-on.Song Qingshu was well aware of the power of this palm, his brows frowned fiercely, but his forward momentum did not change at all.There was only a loud "bang", and the long sword in Song Qingshu's hand turned into a silver light and slammed into the air wave fiercely. Suddenly, the fierce sword air pierced through the roaring tiger like a giant dragon chant. The fierce air wave instantly shattered, and the light pierced through Luzhangke's chest.Song Qingshu shouted loudly, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, gritted his teeth and charged forward, He Biweng couldn't dodge, and was also penetrated by Hanguang, both of them were nailed to the wall by Song Qingshu.

He Biweng was hit with two swords, all the meridians in his body were broken, and he was already exhausted.But the deer stick guest still had a breath, resisting the pain of being pierced by the long sword in his chest, and slapped Song Qingshu again.He was seriously injured, this palm was not even half-successful as usual, and the castration was extremely slow.Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu was unable to dodge, and was sent flying by this palm on the spot, hitting the opposite wall fiercely, spurting out blood.It turned out that the palm of the elders Xuan Ming also severely injured him.

Lu Zhangke saw that his junior brother was dead, and Song Qingshu couldn't afford to be seriously injured, so he also supported his chest and slowly fell to the ground.After panting for a while, he asked in a low voice: "Why... why... here... is, Shaolin..."

Song Qingshu seemed to understand what he was asking. He fell on the ground and coughed up two mouthfuls of blood. He said with a low smile, "If you want to break through, you can't... ask you to summon... Wang Baobao. What's more, you, you... see ...I...Uncle Qi..." Before he finished speaking, he spat out blood again, as if he wanted to spit out all the blood in his body.Because the floor was scalding hot, the bright red blood bubbled out after a short while, and gradually dried up, leaving only a little dark mark on the floor.

Lu Zhangke understood Song Qingshu's first sentence, but the second sentence seemed to be puzzled by Zhang Er King Kong, so he immediately asked with difficulty: "See, what... what?" Unable to hold back, he slowly closed his eyes.

Song Qingshu was taken aback when he heard the words, and it took a long time before he showed an unpredictable smile, and said softly: "So you don't...know. So I...so..." It turned out that it was not others but himself who was guilty.At this time, only his shallow breathing and the crackling sound of flames were left in the Sutra Pavilion. The sound of shouting and killing and the sound of weapons intersecting from the back mountain became more and more intense. Song Qingshu knew it in his ears Wang Baobao couldn't wait for the reply from the two elders Xuanming, finally couldn't restrain himself, and dispatched a large number of troops to the back mountain.The two elders Xuanming are dead, Uncle Qi and the others can break through the siege smoothly, he has no regrets.It's a pity that Uncle Qi didn't look at him more than once before leaving.He tried his best to keep his eyes wide open. How he died in the last life, he just heard but never saw it. In this life, he wanted to see his own ending clearly.In the flames, he saw the phantom of Uncle Qi standing in front of him. Song Qingshu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to the phantom, and called softly, "Uncle Seven..."

The author has something to say:

Director: It's not easy, Song Shaoxia, you finally realized it!Do you have anything else to say?

Qingshu: Help...save...help!I don't want to die ah ah ah ah!

director:…………