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

Winter goes to spring, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.Song Qingshu has grown from an unknown boy into a handsome young man, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like bright stars, handsome with a three-pointed air, he is really the young Zhilan Yushu Qiongzhi.And because of the meeting with Zhou Zhiruo two years ago, Ya'an's self-important temperament has become a little more melancholy and quiet, but he seems humble and friendly, which makes people feel naturally heartbroken at first sight.Song Qingshu didn't become a monk, but because his grand master was a Taoist priest and lived in a Taoist temple, he always followed his father Song Yuanqiao to dress up as a Taoist when he was on Wudang Mountain, and his usual bluestone-colored Taoist uniform looked elegant and elegant. It makes people long for the legendary Yaochi Langyuan Xuanpu Penglai for no reason.Song Qingshu is not only the disciple of the three generations of Wudang, but also the only son of the seven heroes of Wudang. Song Yuanqiao's martial arts cultivation has attracted a lot of attention, and he has been trained a lot during his daily practice. Fortunately, his temperament, Shen Yi, has never been under pressure from his father and several uncles. To put it bluntly, in the past two years, his martial arts skills have improved a lot.

It was February when the grass was growing and the warbler was flying, and a formation was set up on Wudang Mountain to test the martial arts proficiency of the school's disciples.Song Qingshu has been very familiar with this kind of examination school since he practiced martial arts with his father Song Yuanqiao, and has firmly occupied the first place of the three generations every year. He is also very familiar with this year's examination school, not only did he not let go of his usual civil and military homework during the school examination , Even the second uncle Yu Lianzhou entrusted him with the task of taking time to guide his fellow juniors.On this day, he was teaching the thirteen basic Wudang sword techniques to Tang Jianlin, the new disciple of the Fourth Master Uncle, in the Hall of Zhenwu. , grid, strike, stab, point, collapse, stir, press, chop, cut, wash, all kinds of Wudang swordsmanship, if disassembled, none of these thirteen moves can be found.Tang Jianlin is a newcomer to this exam and does not need to attend the exam. Seeing Song Qingshu demonstrating the most basic sword moves for him over and over again, Tang Jianlin himself felt embarrassed, and said immediately: "Senior Brother Song, the swordsmanship exam will start tomorrow, how about this" Can I practice the method of Ge' by myself?"

"It doesn't matter," Song Qingshu stepped forward and held Tang Jianlin's wrist while demonstrating and pointing out the essentials, "Turn the palm inward quickly, and turn the blade from bottom to top." With his advanced martial arts skills and these two years of hard training, it would be a strange thing if he failed in the school exam.Moreover, after the death of the previous life, only Fang Zhenwu and Tang Jianlin had the intention to pay homage to him, and it was for this intention that Song Qingshu had to do his best.

"But..." Tang Jianlin still wanted to persuade Song Qingshu.

"Concentrate on it!" Song Qingshu only wanted him to focus on the sword, "My disciples from Wudang's school are tested by a drop of water rather than a day's work."

Tang Jianlin was stunned when he heard this, he stood up with his sword in his bow and said in a solemn voice: "I would like to be taught!" Tang Jianlin saw Song Qingshu fight against other disciples of the same sect not long after he joined the martial arts.Listening to his understatement now, and thinking back to the scene of Song Qingshu practicing sword hard under the Taizipo Waterfall during the rainy season last year, he naturally understands what he said is true, and he has a little more respect for this three generations of Wudang disciple.

However, Song Qingshu's words have different effects in the ears of different people. Feng Mozhi, who was also practicing swords in the Zhenwu Hall to prepare for tomorrow's school exam, walked over at this moment, holding the sword first. He stared at them viciously for a while, and then snorted heavily after a while.Last year, Feng Mozhi was defeated by his senior brother Fang Zhenwu before it was his turn to face Song Qingshu in the school examination. This year, he devoted himself to studying swordsmanship, and was careless in both light kung fu and boxing. The swordsmanship he is good at completely defeated him all the way to fulfill his promise back then.Just tomorrow, he will realize this wish!But in Song Qingshu's eyes, the one thing that he was concentrating on was completely insignificant, so how could he swallow this breath?Immediately, he raised his long sword and pointed at Song Qingshu with the scabbard, and said domineeringly: "Song Qingshu, I want you to be defeated in tomorrow's battle, and the loss will be miserable!"

Song Qingshu sighed helplessly, Feng Mozhi had been following him since the turn of the battle two years ago, it was really annoying to compete with him everywhere!I only regret that he was not reborn one day earlier to avoid the troubles that cannot be thrown away.It's just that the so-called country is easy to change, and nature is hard to change. Although Song Qingshu behaved more calmly and modestly in his rebirth, the arrogance in his bones could not be easily given up after all. He had already expressed his apology but Feng Mozhi was unwilling to accept it, so he had no intention of doing more effort.But, if you want to fight, I will fight!

The next day, the swordsmanship exams for three generations of Wudang sect disciples started as usual, and the two who faced off in the first round were Song Qingshu and Feng Mozhi.Song Qingshu is the elder brother among the three generations of disciples and occupies the first place all the year round. With him playing in the battle, there will naturally be a lot of disciples from the second and third generations to watch; if Feng Mozhi put down his bold words in the Zhenwu Hall yesterday, there will be an additional [-]% of the disciples watching .

The heroes of Wudang are well aware of these internal factors, but they don't point them out and only order to start the school examination.Song Qingshu and Feng Mozhi bowed to each other as a salute, and after the ceremony, Feng Mozhi took the lead to attack with his sword. His swordsmanship was so fast that he had already made three swords in one breath, but Song Qingshu was not in a hurry to draw his sword out of its sheath and follow along. Feng Mozhi's offensive flew by, and he avoided a few extremely vicious killing moves lightly.

Feng Mozhi is a young man who can't bear the slightest provocation. Seeing that Song Qingshu hadn't even pulled out his sword, he said coldly several times, "Okay! Okay! Okay!" Sprinkle dozens of sword flowers and stab Song Qingshu.Song Qingshu twirled the long sword in his hand, immediately making his attack invisible.However, the defense of the scabbard is far less tight than that of a long stick. Feng Mozhi saw a flaw and immediately stabbed in with his sword. Song Qingshu hurriedly drew back and held the hilt with his backhand. The tactic, the right hand is turned upwards, it is a trick of "drawing the soil and dividing the border".Feng Mo's moves were old, and he immediately dodged with his sword, feeling more and more angry in his heart.It turns out that although Feng Mozhi is talented in martial arts, he is clumsy in his tongue, and he does not distinguish between "fragrance" and "territory" in his daily speech.Therefore, it was determined that Song Qingshu was comparing him to a concubine to humiliate him.As soon as his expression changed, he rushed forward, his sword moves became more and more urgent, but he had already made seventeen or eight moves in a few breaths.

The two on the stage played wonderfully, but Zhang Songxi, who was watching the match off the stage, was greatly surprised.Feng Mozhi's performance in the light kung fu and boxing examinations was mediocre, but he didn't expect that Feng Mozhi had fought Song Qingshu dozens of moves in the blink of an eye, and he was still able to handle it without showing defeat.Suspicious in his heart, he couldn't help turning his eyes to look at Feng Mozhi's mentor, Yu Lianzhou. Unexpectedly, at this time, Feng Mozhi took the lead and made a quick attack. : "Flying flowers piercing the leaves, immortals guiding the way, and Changhong penetrating the sun, attack him three ways! The east mountain is lying high! The long river is full and the moon is full! Hurry up! Sigh..." He was personally instructing Feng Mozhi to fight Song Qingshu in the audience.It's just that Feng Mozhi is not Yu Lianzhou after all, and the sword move is not as fast as Yu Lianzhou said. By the time of the "Changhong Piercing the Sun", Song Qingshu had already used the move "Throwing the Wood to Repay Qiong" to remove it lightly and deftly. After avoiding Song Qingshu's counterattack by chance with the "high lying" style, he had no spare energy to use "long river and full moon".Seeing that Song Qingshu was about to end the confrontation with a move of "Waving the Five Strings", Feng Mozhi suddenly avoided an extremely embarrassed "Iron Banqiao", and the long sword in his hand stabbed obliquely from his waist strangely. Song Qingshu's wrist.

This move is definitely not Wudang swordsmanship, and all the disciples who were watching unexpectedly gave a "huh" in unison.

Song Qingshu retracted his sword and dodged, this moment was enough for Feng Mozhi to regroup, and the two fought one after another, the sound of swords clashing could be heard endlessly.It's just that Feng Mo's swordsmanship is not as good as Song Qingshu's, and his internal strength is not as deep as Song Qingshu's. He fought again and lost in just a dozen moves.

The surrounding Wudang disciples all had different expressions and thought Feng Mozhi's move was inappropriate, but the Wudang heroes didn't care.Facing Feng Mozhi was Song Yuanqiao's only son, but Song Yuanqiao was the first to laugh and said: "Feng Mozhi leads an art investment teacher, but Wudang has not such an overbearing rule. Once you enter the Wudang sect, you are not allowed to use family-inherited martial arts."

Yu Lianzhou also smiled and said, "In the future, not everyone will learn Wudang swordsmanship when traveling in the rivers and lakes."

Mo Shenggu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately asked: "Second brother also thinks that Qingshu can walk in the rivers and lakes?"

Before Yu Lianzhou could speak, Song Yuanqiao had already replied, "Let's watch this competition."

Among the Wudang heroes, Zhang Songxi is the most obsessed with martial arts. At this time, he is patting his knees and sighing repeatedly: "Feng Mozhi's swordsmanship is strange but ingenious. It should be done by a master. The martial arts of our ancestors are peerless. Your demeanor is really admirable!" After saying that, he turned his eyes back to the stage, his eyes not blinking for a moment.People who practice martial arts have always been extremely shameless about spying on other people's martial arts, but if a person who is really infatuated with martial arts sees a martial arts method that he has never seen before, how can he not hold back his joy?Zhang Songxi didn't say anything, but in his heart he hoped that they could face each other for a while, so that he could learn more moves.

However, Song Qingshu and Zhang Songxi had a mutual understanding. At this time, he no longer took the initiative to make moves and just saw the moves. He wanted to see how many strange moves Feng Mozhi had never seen before.Song Qingshu's move is really a big excuse, he has always paid attention to the preemptive strike when encountering the enemy, rushing everywhere, and striving to be the first.Now he is giving up the opportunity, and he knows nothing about Feng Mozhi's swordsmanship, so it is difficult for him to distinguish the actuality of Feng Mozhi's moves. If he is a little careless, not only will he not be able to win, but he will even hurt Feng Mozhi's hands.However, after dozens of moves, he was safe and still firmly held the upper hand.

Zhang Songxi looked at the ground suspiciously, and immediately asked: "Qing Shu, how do you know that Feng Mo's sword moves are true or false?"

Yu Lianzhou was Feng Mozhi's mentor and was more familiar with him. He immediately replied, "Feng Mozhi has a habit of pressing down on the hilt of the sword with his thumb whenever he makes a move. Qingshu... probably doesn't know " He observed carefully for a while, and seeing that Feng Mozhi's sword moves were not Wudang swordsmanship, Song Qingshu always subconsciously turned his cheek, and suddenly laughed out loud. "I got it!" Turning back to greet Mo Shenggu, "Seventh Brother, just read Qingshu! You are a good disciple!"

It turns out that the reason why Song Qingshu can distinguish the false and true of Feng Mozhi's sword moves is not by looking but by listening.Ever since Mo Shenggu took over from Song Yuanqiao to teach Song Qingshu's swordsmanship, he soon realized that although Song Qingshu was talented in swordsmanship, his wrist strength was insufficient, and the sword moves he used were not powerful enough.He racked his brains to train Song Qingshu's wrist strength. One day he saw the labor of the boatman rowing the oar on the banks of the Han River, and he thought of a way to make Song Qingshu practice swordsmanship in the water for two hours a day. In the rainy season, he went to the waterfall to repeat Practice the most basic thirteen styles.This training made Song Qingshu miserable, and he almost drowned in the lake after only an hour of training on the first day.Struggling to climb ashore but was kicked off by Mo Shenggu, who was staring at him, saying that he would not be allowed to go ashore to rest until he completed his daily training.This kind of training really means that you can't survive or die. If it weren't for the age of the first rebirth, I'm afraid I would have cried and begged Song Yuanqiao.With such an iron-blooded master persecuting him, Song Qingshu had no choice but to use his own tricks. After two years, not only his wrist strength has greatly improved, but also his ability to listen to and distinguish sounds is even more superb. Participate.

Reminded by Yu Lianzhou, Mo Shenggu also discovered the secret that Song Qingshu had concealed for two years, and he couldn't help laughing at the moment.

Song Qingshu has found out that Feng Mozhi's weird swordsmanship has only four moves and is determined to make a quick decision, so he suddenly stepped forward and stabbed Feng Mozhi with dozens of swords. It seemed that at the same time, more than a dozen Song Qingshu surrounded the opponent like shadows and shot at him from all directions.The surrounding Wudang disciples didn't have deep knowledge, only Feng Mozhi used a strange sword technique to entangle Song Qingshu so that he couldn't win, and now seeing Song Qingshu counterattack with a move that all Wudang disciples know "Tai Chi Liang Yi" Putting the blade on Feng Mozhi's neck, he shouted "Hello!"The heroes of Wudang couldn't help showing their faces. Song Qingshu's move seemed ordinary, but in fact it was as condensed as a mountain with awe-inspiring sword intent, just like a master.Unexpectedly, Feng Mozhi didn't care that Song Qingshu's sword directly slammed into the opponent, Song Qingshu drew his sword back and took Feng Mo's ribs.Feng Mozhi still refused to withdraw the long sword and stabbed him in the heart, Song Qingshu quickly stepped back and kicked Feng Mo's knee, Feng Mozhi immediately knelt down facing Song Qingshu, but with the long sword in his hand, he threw the opponent's right arm from under his body.With Song Qingshu's backhand, he lifted the long sword in Feng Mozhi's hand, and the blade of the sword hit his cheek heavily again. Feng Mozhi's cheek was red and swollen with blood; and Feng Mozhi's long sword was already on Song Qingshu's right arm A wound several inches long and deep was left, bleeding profusely.These moves between the two of them were really like a rabbit rising and falling like lightning. When everyone realized, Song Qingshu's long sword was already pointing at Feng Mozhi's throat.This time, he had no power to fight back.

"Presumptuous!" As the judge, Zhang Songxi jumped onto the stage first and scolded Feng Mozhi angrily, "You have already lost the No. 90 six moves, why don't you give up the sword and admit defeat?"

Half of Feng Mozhi's cheeks were raised, and the corners of his mouth were oozing with blood, but he still stuck his neck and said, "If he meets the enemy, he won't be able to kill him, and he will be the one who dies!"

Zhang Songxi was furious, and sternly said: "Now you are fighting with your fellow disciples! What crime should you be guilty of fighting in the same room? Feng Mozhi, let me ask you, are you learning the sword of a gentleman or the sword of a villain?"

Feng Mozhi was stunned when he heard this, and after a while he saluted Zhang Songxi dejectedly: "My disciple accepts the crime!"

Zhang Songxi couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. He was not ignorant of the emotional dispute between Feng Mozhi and Song Qingshu, so he just said: "Just make a note, and you will be punished after the school exam!"

"Thank you, Uncle Fourth!" Feng Mozhi respectfully accepted the order, raised his head and smiled at Song Qingshu, who was busy suppressing the wound, and said, "If I hadn't been merciful, your right arm would have been broken."

Song Qingshu sneered, and said softly: "It's not showing mercy, but exhausting yourself."

"I don't know what to do!" Feng Mozhi's complexion changed suddenly but he still refused to admit defeat, jumped off the stage and walked away.