Flower Stealing Master Chapter 153: 1 Aerodynamics in Weidu River

"The ancestor's affairs are finished so soon?" Song Qingshu recognized that the other party was the sunflower ancestor, and asked in surprise.

"The people from the Red Flower Society colluded with Southern Shaolin to deceive me last time. Thanks to you for saving the little emperor." Sunflower ancestor seemed to be telling a very common thing. For people of a century, there is really nothing to move him.

Song Qingshu remembers that Sunflower Patriarch said last time that the reason why he protected Kangxi was that he took a fancy to Kangxi’s true dragon spirit, which helped him cultivate the Sunflower Book. "Ancestor, there is a question I have never understood. You need true dragon aura. It stands to reason that Temujin's true dragon aura is more sufficient. Why don't you go to him?"

"Genghis Khan is indeed good, but he is too eager to conquer. He has been fighting north and south on horseback. My ancestors have old arms and legs, and I really don’t want to run around with him. The remaining emperors Inside, the rest of the imperial spirit is full of decay. Only Kangxi is thriving here, and I am used to life in the Forbidden City, and I am too lazy to change places." Sunflower ancestor explained slowly, his voice like nails passing by. The glass was generally sharp and unpleasant, and Song Qingshu frowned.

"What advice does the ancestor ask me this time?" Song Qingshu knows that the sunflower ancestor has always lived in the shadows like ghosts and charms. If there is nothing important, it will generally not show itself in front of people.

"Boy, you also know that my ancestors are quite aspirational. Just now I saw a black air on your head in the imperial study room. I want to come to you recently to have a big catastrophe. I want to know each other. The ancestor kindly reminds you, you can do it for yourself." The old ancestor Sunflower laughed twice, and quickly turned and disappeared in place.

"Donor, I see that the Yintang is dark, and there has been a **** disaster recently..." Song Qingshu seemed to hear those slanderous lines on the road in his previous life, "If you are so capable, why did you not expect Kangxi to be assassinated last time "Song Qingshu shook his head, and didn't take Sunflower Patriarch's words to heart.

Out of the palace, Song Qing's book wanted to go to the Viscount’s Mansion to see the twins, but worried that the other party’s face was too thin and didn’t know what to say when they met, so he decided to go directly out of the city to Heimuya to let time. To dilute the embarrassment between the two.

Song Qingshu went all the way to the west. Two days later, to a place more than 40 miles northwest of Pingding Prefecture, I saw the mountains and rocks as red as blood, a long beach with turbulent water, and asked the local residents that the place was called the Orangutan Beach. Not far from Heimuya.

Going further north, Song Qingshu saw the mountain gate of the Sun Moon God Sect from a distance. The stone walls on both sides were like walls, and there was only a stone road about five feet wide in the middle. The Sun Moon Sect was closely guarded along the way. , Song Qingshu slowly moved forward immediately.

"Who dares to break into the Sun Moon God Sect General Altar!" The guard quickly noticed Song Qingshu, and quickly stopped him with a knife.

"Please also pass on your Eastern leader, saying that her friend Song Qingshu has something to see." Song Qingshu jumped off his horse and bowed his hand at them.

"Song Qingshu? Never heard of it," the guards talked with each other for a while, looking at him with ill-faced expressions, "You said it was a friend of the Eastern Hierarch?"

"Exactly!" Song Qingshu replied even though he noticed something wrong.

The guards thought to themselves: There are only a handful of friends of the leader, who do we not recognize the elders on the mountain? This person dared to pretend to be a friend of the leader, if it is spread out, the people on the mountain will be held accountable, and we will lose our lives. Glancing at each other, he swung the knife neatly and slashed at Song Qingshu's body.

Song Qingshu had been prepared for a long time. A Tiyunzong jumped over their heads and looked up at the mountain. Only the clouds and mist were lingering, and nothing was real. He was surprised and wondered: "Could it be that I let them do it?" Arrived one step early, already controlled Heimuya? No, I have to go up and have a look."

Worried about the undefeated life and death of the East, Song Qingshu rushed to the mountain with ease.

The general altar of the Sun Moon God Sect is heavily guarded, and the way up the mountain is one man and one man. It is almost impossible for ordinary people to break through the mountain road about five feet. It is just that Song Qingshu's effort is too high, and there is no trace of speed on the sand. The guards only felt a gust of breeze when they started running, and they lost sight of the enemy in front of them, and their swords slashed into the empty space one after another.

When encountering a situation that is really unavoidable, Song Qingshu will transport Tiyun to jump over the guard's head by stepping on both sides of the mountain wall, and going back and forth, actually violently breaking through the first line of defense in Heimuya.

Crossing three mountain roads and arriving at a lake, I saw vast blue waves and steaming water. Several ferry boats by the lake received the news early, and they all rowed to the middle of the lake, and the congregants on the boats drew their swords and concentrated on guard.

Detecting that the chasing soldiers are getting closer and closer, Song Qingshu smiled: "In the past there was the miracle of Bodhidharma and Reed crossing the river. Today, the kid is not talented, imitate the sages." On the other side of the lake, a wooden sword shot out like a sharp arrow. Song Qingshu kicked his feet and caught up with him lightly. Stepped on the water a few feet, one foot on top of the wooden sword, one person and one sword, like breaking waves, leaping across the lake, leaving only the horrified congregation behind.

“The Art of War by Sun Tzu has a cloud: the disease of torrential water, as for the boulder, the potential is also.” Song Qingshu, who stepped on the opposite side, finally understood why the wind and Qingyang can fly with the sword on the night of the full moon, and why the stone can For the same reason as floating on the water, the key is speed. It's just that this method can only be used for short sprints. If you want to fly around the world with a sword, it is absolutely impossible.

Recalling that the toes just stepped on the surface of the water, and the subtle softness came back from the surface, Song Qingshu seemed to have some enlightenment~IndoMTL.com~ According to legend, during the Republic of China, there was a master of Chinese martial arts who was able to reach knees and tread water However, if he has a great internal strength and a peerless light skill, why can he float on the water only by speed? Could it be that the power of the water has not been used well...Since the power of water can be used, if the wind in the air can be fully utilized, flying with swords is not impossible..."

Seeing that he had left the chasing soldiers far away, Song Qingshu thought while continuing to move forward. It didn't take long before he ran into an iron gate, and the guard stepped forward and shouted: "Password!"

Song Qingshu murmured secretly. He didn't know what the password was. It seemed that he could only break through, and he casually replied: "Wencheng Wude."

Unexpectedly, the other party breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "Benevolence, justice and wiseness."

"It's really a blind cat and a dead mouse." Song Qingshu didn't expect that this could be guessed correctly, and his face was happy. "The dead **** also said that I was black in the hall. This is obviously a lucky star. I've gone shit. Shipped."

"Do you have a waist card?" Before he was happy, the guard stretched out his hand in front of him.

"Uh, I'll circle you around!" Song Qingshu felt that someone was playing with him at this moment, so he cursed, drew out the wooden sword, and rushed through.