What kind of person is Song Qingshu?

Mr. Jin commented that he was an upright young man with both civil and military skills and outstanding performance.

If it weren't for the word "love", it would definitely be Zhang Wuji's background board, nor would it be a pure clown.

Since Zhao Qingchan wanted to change him, he set out two paths in front of him.

1. If you take my secret book, then you will be my person from now on. If you are with me, Brother Chan will take you to heaven and take you flying.

2. Choose the word "love". I will be too lazy to care whether you die or live. But you have to harm the Wudang faction according to the plot. Don't worry about my uncle. I am ruthless.

Not to mention anything else, the simple words "kill those who should be killed and save those who can be saved" always echo in his mind.

Zhao Qingchan thinks that Song Qingshu is still saved, so he will help.

There is no way, Brother Chan is so particular about humanity.

I used to take good care of Zhang Wuji.

Now, Song Qingshu will also give you a way out for life.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Song couldn't help looking at him and asked, "Are these secrets true?"

"Of course, I will lie to you, uncle? You are questioning your master's ability to choose an apprentice." Zhao Qingchan's face was not very good-looking.

Song Qingshu twitched his mouth and always used his identity to suppress me...

Zhao Shaoxia raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "But if you want to choose, I can only let you practice the "Nine Yin Scriptures", because other peerless secrets are obtained by my chance. Without the consent of those great masters, I can't let you practice it."

"Hiss." Song Qingshu took a breath, and he swallowed his saliva and asked, "Uncle Master, have you been jumping on the cliffs in the past two years to pick up secret books?"

"Let's read the intellectually retarded martial arts novels, and then beat you up." Zhao Qingchan turned dark and said in a deep voice: "Anyway, my qualifications are against the will of heaven, and my martial arts luck is unstoppable. I have also met many great masters in the past two years."

"I won't say much about anything else. From now on, you can follow me and make sure you become a master, and it is possible for a master."

"..." Song Qingshu took a deep breath, he glanced at Miss Zhou in Taihe Palace, and then looked at the front deeply.

Suddenly he said, "Uncle Master, you seem to be bribing me. Could it be that you are for the head of Wudang?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will report it to my father?"

Brother Chan glanced at him disdainfully: "The position of the head of Wudang is something that his master is considering."

"I don't care who the master will choose. It's good for senior brother to be the head, and it's okay for you to be the head."

"Anyway, I am your junior uncle. Sooner or later, I will become a master, a master, and will become stronger."

"Then I am still the leader of our Wudang Sect."

"I just think you are not bad at the junior nephew. I think you are taking care of you. If you don't study, just forget it." Zhao Qingchan frowned, took back the secret book and turned around and was about to leave.

However, Song Qingshu hurriedly grabbed his arm and kept looking into Taihe Palace. After more than ten seconds, he said in a deep voice: "Uncle Master, why can't you learn your skills..."

"Your father must have told you that I started learning hexagrams before I practiced internal skills, right?"

Song Qingshu's expression changed slightly, and he immediately asked, "Did you calculate what will happen to me in the future?"

"Yes." Zhao Qingchan nodded quietly and pretended to say: "Your future has only two ways. If you practice martial arts, you are the only martial arts master!"

"It's the streets of tragic death alone."

"Why are they all alone?"

"The key point is to die on the streets and martial arts masters. Can you pay attention to the right level?" Zhao Qingchan clenched his fists with gritted teeth.

Master Dao, the first time I discovered that your brain circuit is a bit unusual.

Song Qingshu blew up, scratched his head and said, "Then he is still the only martial arts master."

"That's right. Come to my house tonight and I will teach you the "Nine Yin Scriptures". Zhao Qingchan smiled mysteriously.

"Oh." Song Qingshu nodded, then asked in confusion: "Uncle Master, do you also like that junior sister Zhou?"

"You're really in charge. Be careful, I'll tell my senior brother to let him deal with you."

"Oh, my nephew understands it. Qingshu asked himself if his uncle is handsome and elegant, and the master of martial arts is really fragrant." Song Qingshu looked up at the sky.

He sighed heavily.

Original text: He seemed to love Zhou Zhiruo to death, and even felt like he was bewitched.

But Song Qingshu has a clear mind from beginning to end.

That's...

He will be more beautiful.

Among the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying, he is the most handsome one.

Since this is the case, Song Qingshu believes that since Zhang Wuji is not as handsome as himself, he always feels that he can successfully fight back.

Unfortunately, the counterattack failed.

He also became the ultimate licking dog like You Tanzhi, Ouyang Ke, and Duan Yu.

However, Duan Yu licked it until he ended up with everything, you can't compare to this kind of European emperor.

But compared with Zhao Qingchan in front of him.

Don't talk about comparison.

Song Qingshu had no idea at all, and there was a difference between the two.

One sentence.

Zhao Qingchan didn't use peerless secrets to attract Song Qingshu, but defeated him with his face.

The posture of an exiled immortal.

It is enough to let him beat all the young talents in the four major worlds with his face!

He, Zhao Qingchan, is the most handsome young man in the world.

And the second-coach Xu Changqing.

It's still him...

Blue and thin ~

…………

Inside Taihe Palace.

Song Yuanqiao finally agreed to the request of the Emei Sect.

Because all other major sects have agreed.

Even if the Wudang Sect of the Yuan Dynasty is the best in the world, and Zhang Sanfeng is still in charge, there is no need to be independent.

What's more, the Ming Cult has indeed caused a bloody storm in the world in the past two years. So what if I fight?

If the winner is really decided, the situation of the world will also usher in new changes, and the Wudang Sect will occupy more martial arts fortunes.

As soon as Song Yuanqiao took off the Yitian Sword, he saw Zhao Qingchan and his son coming over.

He waved his hand to the former and threw a meaningful look: "Qingchan, give this magic weapon to Miss Zhou, and then take her around Wudang Mountain."

"By the way, remember to communicate more about the relationship between the two factions."

Song Yuanqiao patted Xiao Zhao on the shoulder, and seemed to be posting a task in his words.

"?"

Zhao Qingchan slowly raised a question mark.

Did you let me communicate the relationship between the two factions, or the relationship between us?

But Song Yuanqiao didn't say much, just pulled Song Qingshu, who was dejected, and left.

Next.

Zhao Qingchan glanced at Zhou Zhiruo with graceful figure and green groups swaying on the ground.

He smiled slightly and reached out to hand the sword over.

For the Sword of Heaven.

Brother Chan glanced at the data a little.

Slag.

It's also his master's Zhenwu Sword Cowhide.

One day, when I take out the Zhenwu Sword, I will shout "Sword Come" again, so that you can know who is the real sword immortal.

After Zhou Zhiruo gave a gift to retrieve the sword, she put it in the sword box.

She looked at the uncle in front of her a little distracted, looked at her secretly, and then said softly: "If uncle has something to do, then Zhiruo will take his leave first."

"It's not hindering the situation. I finally came to Wudang Mountain and I have to make some moves, otherwise your master's bad temper should be scolded again."

Zhao Qingchan touched his chin and thought.

Well, I'll visit all famous attractions.
To be continued...