A plain carriage is driving smoothly towards Wudang Mountain.

    Li Wuxu, who was driving, looked excited, while Deng Wuchen, who was next to him, was also smiling.

    Wudang!

    They finally came back.

    From leaving Wudang to returning now, too many things have happened.

    Change, too big!

    Take them for example. Before they met song Qingshu, they were just two ordinary disciples outside Wudang.

    Since I followed song Qingshu, I have been instructed by song Qingshu.

    They have not only improved their accomplishments rapidly, but also become well-known in the Jianghu!

    Thank you, young leader, for everything!

    ……

    "Stop, who are you waiting for?"

    Suddenly, two Wudang disciples stopped in front of the carriage.

    "Don''t be nervous, I''m alone," Li and Deng laughed when they saw the familiar Taoist robe and took out the token of Wudang disciples.

    Song Qingshu also threw aside the curtain and poked his head out.

    "Little, little leader!"

    When the two disciples saw song Qingshu, their faces were first stunned, then surprised, and finally turned into strong enthusiasm!

    "Young leader is back!"

    A disciple spread his feet and shouted as he ran towards the top of the mountain.

    Another disciple quickly saluted song Qingshu, and then took the initiative to pull the reins and lead the horse forward!

    A loud roar broke the tranquility of Wudang.

    Countless Wudang disciples ran up the mountain one after another.

    They are going to meet the pride of Wudang sect and their idol - little leader!

    By the time song Qingshu began to climb the mountain, the whole Avenue on both sides of the mountain had already been crowded with people.

    "Dong!"

    "Dong!"

    "Dong!"

    ……

    When the bell rang, song Qingshu naturally recognized that it was the welcoming bell of Wudang.

    The nine ring Taoist bell represents the highest level of etiquette in Wudang.

    At this time, the four of song Qingshu had got off the carriage. After all, the carriage was not easy to go up the mountain.

    Song Qingshu returned to his home with a faint smile on his face. He felt different.

    Around him, a Wudang disciple''s face was full of excitement, and the eyes of some new disciples were full of curiosity and expectation.

    Many of them chose to join Wudang sect because of the fame of song Qingshu.

    "Little leader!"

    "I''ve seen little leader!"

    "Little leader, good!"

    All kinds of greetings continue to ring.

    All Wudang disciples respect their young leader from the bottom of their heart, song Qingshu!

    ……

    Wudang, Tingsong hall.

    "Qingshu is finally willing to come back. I think he is addicted to experience in the Jianghu and doesn''t want to go home!"

    Zhang Songxi smiled, looked at Song Yuanqiao beside him and said with a smile, "elder martial brother, don''t you go to see your baby son?"

    But song Yuanqiao hummed, "I''ll come back when I come back. What''s worth making a fuss about."

    Despite this, song Yuanqiao''s eyes were always looking at the mountain gate.

    Obviously, his heart had been looking forward to it.

    Song Yuanqiao''s words made several other martial brothers laugh.

    The rumor about song Qingshu has spread all over the Jianghu. How can they know about song Yuanqiao.

    Song Yuanqiao, in particular, was already very excited.

    After all, this is his son!

    Song Qingshu strode into the Wudang martial arts training ground, but saw many martial brothers still practicing in the martial arts field.

    However, from their constant looking left and right, anyone can see that these disciples are not in the mood to practice martial arts.

    This feeling of being worshipped as an idol made song Qingshu''s face smile unconsciously.

    However, song Qingshu didn''t stop, but continued to stride forward and walked towards the Tingsong Hall of Wudang.

    A disciple reported that Shizu was waiting for him in the songdian at this time.

    ……

    Not long ago, song Qingshu came to the Tingsong hall and saw Zhang Sanfeng, who was fair haired and childlike.

    Suddenly, Zhang Sanfeng''s figure moved, but he shot directly and attacked song Qingshu.

    Song Qingshu smiled and greeted him.

    Zhang Sanfeng used the cloud hand of Wudang, so song Qingshu naturally used the cloud hand to fight it.

    They were in the hall and moved slowly.

    This duel was a little more mysterious than the last one. I was fascinated by the other seven Xia.

    ……

    "Yes, yes, I didn''t delay my practice when I went down the mountain!"

    Zhang Sanfeng laughed. In his heart, song Qingshu was more than good.

    The speed of improving cultivation is unprecedented.

    "Qingshu, this is Taiji Xuangong. It was developed by Shizu after a hundred years of seclusion. It is the essence of our Wudang skill. It is taught to you today. You need to study it well!"

    Suddenly, when song Qingshu was unprepared, Zhang Sanfeng took out a skill.

    Tai Chi Xuangong!

    Wudang town sect skill!

    Song Qingshu''s face showed a happy look. With this Taiji Xuangong, his heaven swallowing demon skill was one step closer to the first level of success.

    Song Qingshu took the secret script of Taiji Xuangong with both hands, and then respectfully said to Zhang Sanfeng, "Xie Shizu."

    Zhang Sanfeng smiled, but waved his hand.

    "Well, go and meet your father and your uncles."

    Song Qingshu saluted Zhang Sanfeng, and then came to the six heroes of Wudang to say hello.

    "Qing Shu is good. We have heard all the rumors in the Jianghu. I didn''t expect you to make such a big noise when you went down the mountain this time! "

    "Hey, green book, when will you bring back Princess Minmin to show your martial uncles."

    "Yes, I want to see what kind of girl can make our green books like!"

    ……

    It was good at the beginning, but there was something wrong later.

    Why are these old guys disrespectful.

    Song Qing''s writing is embarrassing. He wants to explain that he and Zhao Min actually have nothing.

    But even song Yuanqiao looked like he didn''t know himself and Zhao Min clearly. Song Qingshu had no choice but to smile bitterly.

    Liu Bowen, Liu Bowen, it seems that I played too lightly!

    Next time I have to go to Guangming top and make it up!

    After some greetings, the crowd calmed down slowly.

    Song Qingshu, on the other hand, spent several days recording his knowledge of Wudang''s martial arts, hoping to help Wudang.

    After all, many Wudang skills practiced by song Qingshu have reached the realm of super perfection.

    The understanding of these skills has naturally reached the peak, and we can see some problems that others will encounter when practicing.

    He summarized all this into a detailed explanation of Wudang skill.

    On this day, song Qingshu came to Zhang Sanfeng.

    "Shizu, when I was practicing at the foot of the mountain, I summarized the skills of Wudang. Please give me some guidance."

    Zhang Sanfeng didn''t look through it and said with a smile, "the green book is intentional, but you''d better give it to your martial uncles and uncles! This is of little use to me. "

    Song Qingshu thought slightly, but it was the same.

    These skills were created by Zhang Sanfen, which is really of little value to Zhang Sanfeng.

    It is useful for ordinary Wudang disciples.