Umbrella Travel to the Heavens

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji's words full of contempt and jealousy.

"You bastard, you killed your parents when you were born. You only know how to flatter your master on weekdays, and your master will give you a lot of internal energy every day to help you resist the cold poison."

"If those internal strengths were lost to me, I would have already become a master of martial arts!"

Gradually, Song Qingshu's words became more and more unpleasant, and finally talked about Zhang Wuji's parents.

Zhang Wuji scolded angrily.

"You can talk about me, but you can't talk about my parents!"

Song Qingshu didn't show any respect to the deceased elders either.

It was even more ugly while talking, and he tapped Zhang Wuji's forehead with his fingers contemptuously and insultingly while talking.

Zhang Wuji was stabbed in the wound, unbearable to be humiliated by his parents, suddenly opened his mouth and bit the two fingers Song Qingshu used to touch him.

Song Qingshu was also caught off guard, and immediately screamed in pain after being hit.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was injured, several Wudang disciples hurried forward to help, and with great difficulty they pulled Zhang Wuji away together.

When Zhang Wuji was pulled away, Song Qingshu felt another burst of pain.

Song Qingshu looked at his two fingers that had been bitten off and the flesh was almost exposed, his face was suddenly full of anger, his expression became ferocious, and his heart was extremely angry and murderous.

A jumping step was a kick towards Zhang Wuji, and he activated his internal strength with this kick.

"Go to hell you!"

Zhang Wuji had just finished taking a heart-protecting pill left by Zhang Sanfeng before retreating, so he only vomited blood and was not seriously injured.

Several Wudang disciples immediately suppressed Zhang Wuji to prevent him from going crazy again.

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo was already panicking, if Song Qingshu was really asked to maim or kill Zhang Wuji, Zhang Sanfeng would be furious and she would be inseparable, so she hurriedly stopped her.

"Brother Qingshu!"

Song Qingshu was overwhelmed by killing intent, he grabbed his injured hand and yelled cruelly: "Catch him, I will cut off his hand!"

Before Song Qingshu could do anything, he heard a woman's taunt from the roof not far away.

"Oh, Wudang originally believed in this way, so many people beat one."

The voice was clear and sweet, but Zhou Zhiruo's expression changed when it fell into Zhou Zhiruo's ears. It would be bad if news of today's incident got out.

"Dare to ask the higher-ups, which faction are your friends?"

The masked woman in red didn't pay any attention to it, and instead taunted her.

"Friend? Who knows you! Put your clothes on, vixen!"

Now Zhou Zhiruo couldn't hold back when people said that, her expression turned cold, and she stopped pretending to be friendly and gentle.

"Come down if you have the guts!"

Xiao Zhao was naturally not afraid, she was ready to help when she spoke, and flew to the ground neatly as soon as she turned over.

Zhou Zhiruo pulled out the sword of the Wudang disciple next to him, and charged forward.

Song Qingshu also wanted to kill and silence, and joined forces with Zhou Zhiruo to surround and kill the masked woman in red whose origin was unknown.

The cold iron chain in Xiao Zhao's hands can be used not only as a whip, but also as a shield against a sword.

She used it flexibly, but after a few moves, it was she who forced the two of them into a panic.

During the fight, the face towel was accidentally rubbed off, revealing a beautiful face with black eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Qingshu quickly suggested to Zhou Zhiruo to go back to the room and get the Yitian Sword.

When Xiao Zhao heard this, she was even more pleased. She came to Wudang for this Yitian sword, so that she could cut off the cold iron chain on her wrist that is difficult for ordinary soldiers to hurt.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo returning to the room, Song Qingshu hurriedly surrounded and attacked with all the Wudang disciples, not only delaying but also preventing the woman in red from escaping.

Xiao Zhao was beaten and walked around by dozens of people, and unknowingly broke into the Wudang Zhenwu Hall next to the small courtyard.

Song Qingshu had just stepped into the Zhenwu Hall, his face was a little happy, and he thought that the woman in red had entered the hall in a panic, and she was going to block the door and kill her.

But when he looked up, he saw a person standing obliquely in the arms of a statue of Zhenwu Dao about several feet high in the middle of the hall.

Black robes, hair tied with bamboo hairpins, deep eyes like jade, leaning on one arm of the Taoist statue, looking at them with interest.

Song Qingshu didn't keep up with his footsteps, and there were only a dozen Wudang Taoist priests with ordinary martial arts, so naturally they were not Xiao Zhao's opponents.

She waved the chain in her hand like a whip, leaving behind afterimages, easily turning several Wudang disciples into rolling gourds, screaming again and again, and the rest of them couldn't help backing away in fear.

The woman in red was already blocked in the hall and couldn't escape, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Instead, it was the boy standing in the arms of the Daoist image, for some reason, just glancing at him made him feel uncomfortable.

There was no contempt or sarcasm in his eyes, but Song Qingshu was inexplicably angry.

It feels like when people are watching a play, although the curtain above the stage hangs there, but no one will pay attention to it, even if they glimpse it occasionally, they will naturally skip it.

This kid doesn't take himself seriously at all! It's like seeing a pillar, a bench!

Just thinking about it made him angry, Song Qingshu immediately pointed at the man with his sword, and asked loudly.

"Who are you, kid? How dare you desecrate the Taoist statue of Emperor Zhenwu! Get out of here!"

Hearing Song Qingshu call him, Li Xiu also turned his attention away from Xiao Zhao and those Wudang disciples.

"Ask me who I am, then who are you?"

Li Xiu didn't move, but asked Song Qingshu back.

Hearing this, Song Qingshu straightened his expression immediately, the corners of his eyebrows raised unconsciously, and said his classic lines that he had said countless times.

"My father is Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and Song Qingshu, the current head of Wudang, is next!"

Responding instinctively, Song Qingshu didn't realize that Wudang's current power was empty and unintentionally said it.

He originally thought that when he mentioned his identity, according to common sense, even if the other party didn't show a little respect, he should also declare his family name, but who would have thought that there would be some inexplicable smile on the brow of that kid.

Li Xiu looked at Song Qingshu under the statue saying this seriously, and wanted to laugh.

This may be a joke that people in this world cannot understand. After all, in the eyes of others, this is just a little bit of self-satisfaction with family background.

After Li Xiu was questioned just now, he also had some bad taste in his heart, so he immediately asked Song Qingshu back.

Who is Song Qingshu and how Song Qingshu will answer, how could Li Xiu, who has read the novel so many times, not know.

But when Song Qingshu said it seriously, it really didn't have a funny meaning.

Li Xiu couldn't help but have a weird expression, isn't this the otherworldly version of "My dad is Li Gang"?

Seeing that the boy ignored him after he finished answering, Song Qingshu shouted angrily again.

"Boy, are you deaf! I tell you to stop desecrating the statue of Zhenwu Dao, get down and kowtow to make amends!"

At the same time, Song Qingshu also secretly had a headache, why does Wudang seem like anyone who wants to come in and take a look around after the masters and uncles have retreated.

If this matter is not handled well, how can he explain to the teachers and uncles! Maybe it will also affect him to take over as the next head of Wudang!

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu's heart surged with murderous intent.

kill! Kill them all! Both of these people must die!

And after killing that little bastard Zhang Wuji, he could just put the blame on these two people!

Xiao Zhao and the dozen or so Wudang disciples were attracted by him and Song Qingshu and temporarily stopped fighting.

The scene became quiet, feeling that there was no more drama to watch, Li Xiu stopped leaning on the statue and jumped off.

Nine suns in the body flowed, and Li Xiu fell down like a grass, naturally and easily.

Seeing that the person hadn't landed yet, a gloomy look flashed across Song Qingshu's face, and immediately he sent a cold sword.

Li Xiu glanced sideways, but as if he didn't see it, he let him do whatever he wanted.

The sharp sword in Song Qingshu's hand attacked like a poisonous snake, piercing through the air with a sharp sound, and it went straight to Li Xiu's ribs at a tricky angle.

He had a plan in mind, if this sword hits, it will directly pierce the heart from the kid's left rib, at that time, even if the kid has strong martial arts, he will not be able to survive.

In a blink of an eye, Song Qingshu had already attacked, and the boy seemed not to have reacted at all when he met him, and a trace of cruelty and sarcasm could not help but leak from his face.

With such poor martial arts, he still dared to sneak into Wudang, he really wanted to die!

The tip of the sword is getting closer to Li Xiu's ribs! near!

But it's a pity it couldn't get any closer!

The sharp sword in Song Qingshu's hand stabbed three inches away from Li Xiu's body, but it was like piercing black iron and gold essence, and he couldn't get any further.

Instead, in an instant, a domineering internal force rebounded and burst out.

The first to bear the brunt was the sword in Song Qingshu's hand, which Song Qingshu usually loved very much, and the second was Song Qingshu, whose expression froze and his mind was confused.

"Crack, click, boom!"

The sword was so clean that it shattered into several pieces and flew away. Song Qingshu was shaken and flew upside down a few feet away, hitting the thick pillar of the palace with his body spraying blood.

The blood mist stayed in the air, and when it landed, it was bright red.

The few Wudang disciples who had seen the big brother's sneak attack and wanted to keep up with the sword's help were suddenly frightened by the scene and backed away, almost losing their grip on the sword and falling to the ground.