Before the woman died, Zhang Sanfeng was still a teenager no matter how old he was.

The sword intention of Zhenwu sword goes straight to the Xiaohan, silently guarding the woman, without complaint or regret, and God stops killing God.

After the woman's death, Zhang Sanfeng died overnight and was no longer a secular person.

The road will be long for the rest of my life. There are only pine clouds and white cranes on Wudang Mountain, and there are no more young people to sword the Jianghu.

In this lonely world of mortals, no one deserves Zhang Sanfeng's sword, so Zhenwu sword is put on the shelf and the famous sword is covered with dust.

Song Yuanqiao understood that the thirteen swords of Shenmen can be regarded as the Tao of Zhang Sanfeng before he was 60 years old, while mianzhang is the Tao of Zhang Sanfeng after he was 60 years old.

Song Qingshu used the sword meaning of the thirteen swords of Shenmen to break the momentum of mianzhang's palm, which obviously touched Zhang Sanfeng's memory.

At this moment, even song Yuanqiao didn't know how Zhang Sanfeng would make a decision.

"Whatever!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "the old Taoist lost his edge, but you can't be reduced to scrap iron. It's unfair."

"The sword meaning of Wudang should not decay. New trees should grow in the soil buried with dead branches and leaves!"

After that, Zhang Sanfeng pointed his right hand directly at the top of the hall.

With a clang, the Zhenwu scabbard originally hung on Sorghum shot down and was held in his hand.

Zhang Sanfeng pulled out the Zhenwu sword and sheathed it.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Sanfeng's expression became very solemn in an instant: "green book!"

Song Qingshu bowed down and took the ancient sword with both hands: "disciple is here."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes twinkled: "this sword is called Zhenwu. It is said that it was forged by the ancestor of Chunyang Taoism with Liuhe Jinying. It was found in the stone cave at the bottom of Wudang Shenmen peak 80 years ago."

"I used this sword to understand the divine gate. I have been in the Jianghu for more than 80 years. I have killed all the crafty people in the world without losing."

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng, 3000 white hair flying, sword intention rushing into the sky.

He seems to have changed from an old man to the invincible Kendo myth of that year, invincible.

"Now, I'll pass it to you," Zhang Sanfeng slowly released his sword hand. "I hope you don't lose its reputation."

Feeling the heavy weight of Zhenwu sword in his hand, song Qingshu was thoughtful.

He knows that this is not only a sword, but also Zhang Sanfeng's invincible idea of Kendo and the inheritance of Wudang sword!

Song Qingshu showed a trace of perseverance in his eyes: "Shizu, don't worry, as long as Zhenwu is still in Qingshu's hands one day."

"The edge of Wudang sword will not be dim in the Jianghu!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "young, good."

With that, he turned and left. The original sword intention of Chongxiao slowly converged and looked more ethereal and detached.

Looking at the back of Zhang Sanfeng's departure, song Qingshu suddenly thought of one thing: "Shizu, Qingshu has something to ask."

Zhang Sanfeng's steps stopped: "say it!"

Song Qingshu clenched Zhenwu sword and said, "do you remember Shizu's birthday five years ago and the five factions went up the mountain to celebrate his birthday?"

Click!

The floor under Zhang Sanfeng's feet cracked inch by inch, and the whole Zhenwu hall was shrouded in a repressive atmosphere.

Zhang Sanfeng has always been ethereal and detached, and only his disciples and grandchildren around him care most.

Five years ago, Zhang Cuishan was forced to death by the five factions, and he still can't put it down today.

Song Qingshu continued: "Qingshu was preached by Zhenwu emperor, and made great progress in cultivation. I feel that the foundation is unstable."

"It's impolite to come but not to go. Qingshu hopes to go down the mountain to experience and go to the five sects to compete with the disciples of the other five sects."

"One is to consolidate cultivation, and the other is to repay the kindness of the five schools to celebrate their birthday."

As soon as song Qingshu's words came out, the seven swordsmen of Wudang suddenly changed their faces.

Still duel and love?

I believe you, too!

Song Qingshu's current strength is almost comparable to that of the leaders of the other five sects. Why don't you compete with other disciples?

Isn't that hitting people in the face and kicking?

Wudang sect has been upholding chivalry and justice these years. Is it easy to make friends with various sects?

If you really want song Qingshu to tear it down one school after another, you can't be an enemy all over the world?

If one can't do it well, the older generation will be broken. It's possible not to ambush and assassinate in face!

"Inverse son, how can you move this mind?"

"Green book, don't be impulsive. In troubled times, everything should focus on the overall situation!"

"I think Qingshu is right. I've held my breath for five years. I'll go with Qingshu!"

"Seven younger brothers, don't make trouble. Wait another ten years. Qingshu can be invincible in the world. The future is long. You shouldn't be in a hurry."

……

When the seven heroes of Wudang were arguing, Zhang Sanfeng finally said, "take the real martial sword, and your peers are not allowed to make a second move."

No second moves from peers?

That is, all in one move?

God, it's to rub the face of the five pie under your feet!

The seven swordsmen of Wudang were stunned for a moment, and their faces were excited.

Even song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou, who had always opposed the downhill of song Qingshu, changed their position at this time.

"Master, lotus boat is willing to escort Qingshu down the mountain to protect everything."

"Master, Songxi is also willing to pass to protect Qingshu."

"And me, master. I'll go too."

……

If it were not for the overall situation, the seven Xia would like to flatten the five sects and avenge Zhang Cuishan.

Now that master has made a decision, they will unconditionally support and ensure the absolute safety of song Qingshu.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "the swordsman's road doesn't need protection. It's true that the whole world is enemy."

He left slowly, and his voice spread all over the Zhenwu Hall: "Qingshu, please prepare and go down the mountain tomorrow!"

Song Qingshu bowed slightly: "I take your orders!"

Zhang Sanfeng and the seven heroes leave. Song Qingshu walks out of the Zhenwu hall slowly with Zhenwu sword in his hand.

That group of Wudang disciples immediately swarmed up, and their eyes were full of worship and envy.

"Wow, this... This is Zhenwu sword. Shizu passed it to you. I envy you!"

"Yes, even the leader can only take down the Zhenwu sword at the ceremony, but now it belongs to senior brother Qingshu."

"Elder martial brother Qingshu is really capable. It's great to have so many moves with your grandmaster!"

"Senior brother Qingshu, I also learn the thirteen swords of Shenmen. Can you give me some advice?"

……

Song Qingshu smiled. Now Wudang Mountain is united. Even if there are some contradictions among disciples, it is fair and frank.

This atmosphere made him like it very much.

"OK, I'll go down the mountain in three days," Song Qingshu said with a smile. "Within three days, martial brothers can come to me to compete with me and make common progress."

For the next three days, song Qingshu was instructing his peers in their cultivation.

This is also a kind of review and consolidation. It has great help for him to absorb the mystery of his epiphany.

On the third day, song Qingshu was ready and went to Wudang alone.

At the same time, a piece of news was released from Wudang Mountain, which disturbed the whole Wulin in a few days.

"Song Qingshu, a disciple of Wudang for three generations, was officially granted the junior leader of Wudang and walked around the world."

"Soon I will go down the mountain with Zhenwu sword and preach to the world!"