Flower Stealing Master Chapter 102: On Wu
Chapter One Hundred and Two On Martial Arts
When coming down from Mount Hua, Xia Qingqing looked at Song Qingshu in doubt and asked: "How did you compete with Master Feng Tai just now? Why can't I see anything?"
"That's why we are called masters," Song Qingshu said stupidly. Seeing that the other party looked like he wanted to fight, he quickly explained, "Ordinary people, I don't tell him, but you asked. I'll use vulgarity with you. It’s okay to explain in easy-to-understand language."
After sorting out the language, Song Qingshu said: "There was once a super master named Dugu seeking defeat. He defeated the world's masters in his life. One defeat is impossible. There is one characteristic of his swordsmanship, that is. It's offense, there is offense but not defense, how do you think he did it?"
"It's difficult to defeat the world's masters, but no one in the martial arts can do it," Xia Qingqing said softly after pondering for a while, "but no matter how high a person's martial arts is, there is ultimately its limit. How could it be possible to let opponents Can't pay for a single trick?"
"In the past, I also felt that the legend was exaggerated, but now I can slowly figure out the doorway." Recalling the few lines left by Dugu Qiqi on the wall of the Sword Tomb of Shendiao Valley, Song Qingshu wryly laughed: That day, I complained that Dugu Qiuqiu did not leave any martial arts secrets. I didn't know that he had poured the crystallization of his lifelong martial arts into those few lines, but at that time, his realm was too low to see it.
"Which way?" Xia Qingqing hurriedly asked when he stopped as he spoke.
Song Qingshu came back to his senses, grabbed a leaf from the roadside tree, turned around and said, "Stretch two fingers."
Xia Qingqing didn't know, so she still stretched out two slender fingers obediently.
Seeing the two green jade fingers in front of him, Song Qingshu gave a secret compliment, put the leaf between the two fingers, and said: "I can let go anytime, see if you can hold it."
Xia Qingqing quickly stared between her fingers intently. After a while, she saw Song Qingshu's hand loosen and quickly removed her fingers, but the leaves had already slipped and fell.
"Come again!" Xia Qingqing said unconvinced.
Song Qingshu smiled: "Okay!"
As a result, I tried it three times in a row, and Xia Qingqing couldn't help but said in annoyance: "Why is this..."
"A real master knows his attack range very well. When someone else enters your range, you should shoot immediately, just like this." Song Qingshu held Xia Qingqing's small hand, and just put the leaves into her two. When he was between the fingers, Song Qingshu squeezed his hand, causing Xia Qingqing's **** to come together immediately, and immediately caught the leaves.
Feeling the temperature of the other's palm, Xia Qingqing shuddered on her body, and quickly pulled her hand back quietly, and asked in confusion, "But you haven't let go?"
"Stupid girl, when you see that I shot and then fight back, defeat is doomed at the beginning." Song Qingshu continued, "For a real master, within a certain distance, any large-scale move is 100% Chapter Two On Wushu
No matter how fast it is, there is no hope of success. Therefore, the route and angle of the opponent's moves are predictable. "
"When you observe where the opponent's hand is, the movement of your eyes, the slight sinking of your shoulders, and where your toes are facing, you can figure out where the opponent's effort is..."
"Help?" Xia Qingqing didn't know why.
"A person, no matter how high martial arts is, he must use or be close to his own power point to make a move, otherwise his moves are illusory and won’t hurt when hitting the body. When you determine the opponent’s power point , Then you know that the effective attack he can make is actually only a small piece or one direction."
"The opponent's power point is not static. When his body changes slightly, the power point will often change drastically, and you have to change accordingly. Of course, these require experience and vision."
Song Qingshu talked eloquently, but she was very grateful to Dongfang Undefeated, if it wasn't for the first time he was beaten with no power to fight back, and on the top of the Jade Emperor, he clearly saw how he killed Yuan Chengzhi. I don't think about the nature of martial arts all the time and produce these epiphanies. Although embarrassed in the second fight, he was able to escape his life from the undefeated men of the East. Deception is one aspect, and the improvement of his martial arts realm is also indispensable.
Xia Qingqing suddenly realized, "No wonder you and Uncle Feng Taishi on the cliff, one moves your feet on the spot, the other sideways on the spot, even if you have fought against each other."
"Yes, the slight changes in the body are enough to allow us to estimate the opponent's upcoming attack, and then make a corresponding counterattack. Although we fought thirty-six strokes, in fact, there is only one." Thinking of his defeat by Feng Qingyang's hand, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity that he would have to pay back sooner or later.
"Aren't you talking about thirty-six tricks, how come it became a trick again?" Xia Qingqing only felt that her thinking could no longer keep up with the other party's language.
Song Qingshu explained: "Because the previous thirty-five tricks, whether it was Old Man Feng or me, I didn’t finish using them. Often they were seen through by the other party as soon as they started, so they had to immediately change to another trick, and so on until the other party finally One trick, I didn’t crack it in time, which led to the defeat."
Xia Qingqing looked at Song Qingshu with admiration: "Brother Song, I didn't expect your martial arts to reach this level."
"Unfortunately, it is still not as good as these people in the East." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.
Xia Qingqing sternly advised: "They are all top masters who have been famous for decades. You are still young. It is not difficult to reach or even exceed their level after a few years."
Song Qingshu was taken aback, and fortunately looked at Xia Qingqing: "Fortunately, you reminded you quietly, otherwise I have been so eager for quick success and instant benefits, and sooner or later I will get into trouble."
Xia Qingqing has a smile on her lips, and soon her face is straightened: "Call me Mrs. Yuan."
"Well, my Madam Yuan, where are you going next?" Song Qingshu reluctantly shrugged his shoulders in Chapter 102 on Wu.
"Mrs. Yuan is Mrs. Yuan, what yours and mine." Xia Qingqing said irritably, "Big Brother Yuan’s brothers and sisters went to Beijing to avenge him. Now the Forbidden City has become a dragon’s lair, so I naturally went to the capital to see Can you stop them in advance."
"Isn't it really looking for a reason to be with me?" Song Qingshu's face was filled with an unstoppable smile.
"You are not beautiful!" Xia Qingqing rolled her eyes helplessly.
"But I have to go to various schools to take hostages, I am afraid that time is too late." Song Qingshu couldn't help being dumbfounded when he suddenly remembered the task Kangxi sent to him.
"Hmph, I didn't say I want to be with you again." Xia Qingqing had already borrowed a horse from Jianzong and turned on the horse. "I'll be on the road first, and we will see you in Beijing." Spurring the horse, leaving only a **** of dust in front of Song Qingshu.
"Crossing the river to demolish the bridge, Chi Guoguo's crossing the river to demolish the bridge is not ancient!" Song Qing stayed in the same place and choked silently, so she had to embark on a journey to various sects. Chapter 103 A Sap
Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be obtained. What kind of gate, the Wei Tuo gate, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai school... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan school can be regarded as the territory of the Qing Dynasty. There are a number of martial arts.
Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who expressed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. When they thought that they could send their nephews to the palace as the guards of the palace, a group of people not only did not resist the imagination, but appeared very cooperative. I wish my nephew could immediately report to Song Qingshu in Beijing.
Somewhat can't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions, Song Qingshu hastily pretended to go to other sects to pass on the decree, leaving them relevant vouchers and letting them report to the headquarters of the guards of the capital within a month.
I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tasha Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to wipe the soles of his feet. Oil, on the other hand, is to save time. He spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If only because she was a step too late to return to Beijing, she had an accident in order to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as a cooked duck. Fly, I still can't be depressed to die.
Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well. Even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send their most proud disciples to Beijing. Song Qingshu has been so arduous all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.
"On the crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing, singing along the way.
While passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of wars and swords came from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.
"It's my game~" Song Qingshu blew a whistle and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome and romantic boy in the convoy playing with a sword shining coldly, dragging at least one-third of the horse thief’s strength. .
Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus his voice was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.
"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises the beauty." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.
"Unreasonable, broad daylight, bright universe, you group of bandits dare to attack the imperial order officer openly, is there any law in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.
"Bookworm, get out of here, Chapter 103, a sap
Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be obtained. What kind of gate, the Wei Tuo gate, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai school... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan school can be regarded as the territory of the Qing Dynasty. There are a number of martial arts.
Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who expressed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. When they thought that they could send their nephews to the palace as the guards of the palace, a group of people not only did not resist the imagination, but appeared very cooperative. I wish my nephew could immediately report to Song Qingshu in Beijing.
Somewhat can't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions, Song Qingshu hastily pretended to go to other sects to pass on the decree, leaving them relevant vouchers and letting them report to the headquarters of the guards of the capital within a month.
I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tasha Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to wipe the soles of his feet. Oil, on the other hand, is to save time. He spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If only because she was a step too late to return to Beijing, she had an accident in order to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as a cooked duck. Fly, I still can't be depressed to die.
Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well. Even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send their most proud disciples to Beijing. Song Qingshu has been so arduous all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.
"On the crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing, singing along the way.
While passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of wars and swords came from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.
"It's my game~" Song Qingshu blew a whistle and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome and romantic boy in the convoy playing with a sword shining coldly, dragging at least one-third of the horse thief’s strength. .
Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus his voice was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.
"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises the beauty." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.
"Unreasonable, broad daylight, bright universe, you group of bandits dare to attack the imperial order officer openly, is there any law in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.
"Bookworm, get out of here, Chapter 103, a sap
Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be obtained. What kind of gate, the Wei Tuo gate, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai school... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan school can be regarded as the territory of the Qing Dynasty. There are a number of martial arts.
Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who expressed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. When they thought that they could send their nephews to the palace as the guards of the palace, a group of people not only did not resist the imagination, but appeared very cooperative. I wish my nephew could immediately report to Song Qingshu in Beijing.
Somewhat can't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions, Song Qingshu hastily pretended to go to other sects to pass on the decree, leaving them relevant vouchers and letting them report to the headquarters of the guards of the capital within a month.
I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tasha Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to wipe the soles of his feet. Oil, on the other hand, is to save time. He spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If only because she was a step too late to return to Beijing, she had an accident in order to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as a cooked duck. Fly, I still can't be depressed to die.
Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well. Even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send their most proud disciples to Beijing. Song Qingshu traveled all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.
"On the crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing, singing along the way.
While passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of wars and swords came from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.
"It's my game~" Song Qingshu blew a whistle and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome and romantic boy in the convoy playing with a sword shining coldly, dragging at least one-third of the horse thief’s strength. .
Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus his voice was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.
"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises the beauty." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.
"Unreasonable, broad daylight, bright universe, you group of bandits dare to attack the imperial order officer openly, is there any law in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.
"Bookworm, get out of here, Chapter 103, a sap
Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be obtained. What kind of gate, the Wei Tuo gate, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai school... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan school can be regarded as the territory of the Qing Dynasty. There are a number of martial arts.
Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who expressed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. When they thought that they could send their nephews to the palace as the guards of the palace, a group of people not only did not resist the imagination, but appeared very cooperative. I wish my nephew could immediately report to Song Qingshu in Beijing.
Somewhat can't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions, Song Qingshu hastily pretended to go to other sects to pass on the decree, leaving them relevant vouchers and letting them report to the headquarters of the guards of the capital within a month.
I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tasha Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to wipe the soles of his feet. Oil, on the other hand, is to save time. He spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If only because she was a step too late to return to Beijing, she had an accident in order to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as a cooked duck. Fly, I still can't be depressed to die.
Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well. Even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send their most proud disciples to Beijing. Song Qingshu traveled all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.
"On the crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing, singing along the way.
While passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of wars and swords came from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.
"It's my game~" Song Qingshu blew a whistle and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome and romantic boy in the convoy playing with a sword shining coldly, dragging at least one-third of the horse thief’s strength. .
Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus his voice was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.
"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises the beauty." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.
"Unreasonable, broad daylight, bright universe, you group of bandits dare to attack the imperial order officer openly, is there any law in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.
"Bookworm, get out of here, Chapter 103, a sap
Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be obtained. What kind of gate, the Wei Tuo gate, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai school... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan school can be regarded as the territory of the Qing Dynasty. There are a number of martial arts.
Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who expressed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. When they thought that they could send their nephews to the palace as the guards of the palace, a group of people not only did not resist the imagination, but appeared very cooperative. I wish my nephew could immediately report to Song Qingshu in Beijing.
Somewhat can't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions, Song Qingshu hastily pretended to go to other sects to pass on the decree, leaving them relevant vouchers and letting them report to the headquarters of the guards of the capital within a month.
I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tasha Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to wipe the soles of his feet. Oil, on the other hand, is to save time. He spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If only because she was a step too late to return to Beijing, she had an accident in order to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as a cooked duck. Fly, I still can't be depressed to die.
Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well. Even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send their most proud disciples to Beijing. Song Qingshu traveled all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.
"On the crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing, singing along the way.
While passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of wars and swords came from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.
"It's my game~" Song Qingshu blew a whistle and continued on his way. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome and romantic boy in the convoy playing with a sword shining coldly, dragging at least one-third of the horse thief’s strength. .
Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus his voice was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.
"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises the beauty." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.
"Unreasonable, broad daylight, bright universe, you group of bandits dare to attack the imperial order officer openly, is there any law in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.
"Bookworm, get out of here, Chapter 103, a sap
Under the Qing Dynasty, there are really no sects that can be obtained. What kind of gate, the Wei Tuo gate, the merchant fort, the green bamboo gang, the Penglai school... are all incompetent in the world, but the Taishan school can be regarded as the territory of the Qing Dynasty. There are a number of martial arts.
Everywhere Song Qingshu went, except for a few sects who expressed dissatisfaction, most of the sects were full of surprises. When they thought that they could send their nephews to the palace as the guards of the palace, a group of people not only did not resist the imagination, but appeared very cooperative. I wish my nephew could immediately report to Song Qingshu in Beijing.
Somewhat can't bear the enthusiasm of the heads of the various factions, Song Qingshu hastily pretended to go to other sects to pass on the decree, leaving them relevant vouchers and letting them report to the headquarters of the guards of the capital within a month.
I miss Xia Qingqing, who is rushing to the capital. Song Qingshu has always been on the road with Tasha Wuhen. On the one hand, he exercises his dynamic vision, so that he can use it in the battle against the enemy, not just to wipe the soles of his feet. Oil, on the other hand, is to save time. He spent so much time on Xia Qingqing. If only because she was a step too late to return to Beijing, she had an accident in order to save the Xin Shu couple, it would really be regarded as a cooked duck. Fly, I still can't be depressed to die.
Fortunately, the various sects cooperated very well. Even the Taoist Taoist Tianmen, the head of the Taishan Sect, resigned to send their most proud disciples to Beijing. Song Qingshu traveled all the way, and it only took ten days to run dozens of sects.
"On the crying night, short sighs and long sighs, like being trapped in the wilderness, everything withers..." Song Qingshu was on his way back to Yanjing, singing along the way.
While passing by the junction of Shandong and Jiangsu, the sound of wars and swords came from a forest in front of him. Song Qingshu looked around and saw a group of bandits besieging a convoy. The guards of the convoy were supposed to be officials.
"It's my game~" Song Qingshu blew a whistle~IndoMTL.com~ started on the road again. He didn't like the Manchu court, and hoped that the more chaotic the Qing Dynasty, the better. When Kangxi was in trouble, he had more opportunities. He likes to hear about Manchu officials being robbed and killed.
"Father, I will block them first, you hurry up and protect your mother and go!" Suddenly a clear and pleasant sound came from my ear.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu, who had already run over, stopped suddenly. Looking back, he saw a handsome and romantic boy in the convoy playing with a sword shining coldly, dragging at least one-third of the horse thief’s strength. .
Song Qingshu saw that although he was dressed up as a man, he was petite and graceful, plus his voice was as sweet as a huangying, he was clearly dressed as a man.
"The hero saves the beauty. I like the drama of the beauty who promises the beauty." Song Qingshu touched his chin, immediately changed his mind, and walked over there.
"Unreasonable, broad daylight, bright universe, you group of bandits dare to attack the imperial order officer openly, is there any law in this world? Is there a king's law?" Song Qingshu put on a distressed look as he walked.
"Bookworm, get out of here soon,