Zhang Wuji listened very seriously and kept nodding.
However, as he listened, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Senior Brother Song, this place…doesn't seem like this?”
"Hmm?"
Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji with slight displeasure. He had been kind enough to pass on his insights, but he had not expected to be refuted.
"According to Master, this should be…"
As he spoke, Zhang Wuji pulled out his chopper and gestured.
Ye Shaotian cast his Chilling Glance and directly condensed his blade energy. He didn't need any other steps.
However, the two beginners couldn't. They had to have a process to use it.
At first, Song Qingshu didn't think much of it, but he soon revealed a surprised expression.
After carefully examining Zhang Wuji's words and personally verifying them, Song Qingshu was surprised to discover that there was indeed a deviation in his understanding.
"Wuji, didn't you say that you don't know anything?”
Song Qingshu questioned with a gloomy expression, feeling as if he had been played.
" Yes." Zhang Wuji nodded obediently." I have no idea how to use the Frightening Cold Glance. However, I can understand what Master said…"
After hearing Zhang Wuji's explanation, Song Qingshu took a deep breath. This time, it was his turn to look at Zhang Wuji with envy.
Ever since he had followed Ye Shaotian with Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji had been inferior to him in every aspect.
His strong willpower was his only advantage.
However, at this moment, Song Qingshu finally discovered another advantage of Zhang Wuji-his comprehension ability was even stronger than his!
The Prideful Frost Six Secrets were very obscure and difficult to understand to the current them.
After sitting quietly for several hours, Song Qingshu had only gained a little understanding.
However, Zhang Wuji was different. His understanding of Cold Startling Glance was much deeper than Song Qingshu's.
The reason why he didn't know how to use it now was that he hadn't cultivated for long and his foundation was too weak!
"You two little fellows, what are you whispering about in the middle of the night?”
A voice suddenly sounded in the darkness. In the next second, a figure flew down the stairs.
"Seventh Martial Uncle!"
Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji greeted him at the same time.
The travel-worn Mosheng Valley waved his hand and asked,""What are you guys doing?"
Zhang Wuji was about to answer when Song Qingshu beat him to it and said,"Looking at Seventh Martial Uncle's appearance, he must have just returned from outside. How can we trouble you with the matters of the younger generation? You should go and rest first!”
The chilling glance was Ye Shaotian's blade technique. Without permission, Song Qingshu didn't dare to reveal it to Mo Shenggu.
Zhang Wuji didn't know about the taboos of the martial world, but he was very clear about it.
"Oh my, you dare to give me a perfunctory and prevaricating reply? Are you itching for a beating?”
Although Silent Valley was unreliable, he had been wandering the martial world for many years. How could Song Qingshu's little tricks escape his eyes?
Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly and subconsciously rubbed his butt.
This Seventh Martial Uncle was not someone to be trifled with. The other Martial Uncle would not easily hit him, but the Silent Valley did not show any mercy. When Song Qingshu was young, he had been beaten up many times.
Not only that, sometimes when he was too naughty, Mo Shenggu would even drag Yin Liting along to teach him a lesson.
In the entire Wudang Sect, Song Qingshu was not afraid of his father, Song Yuanqiao, or his grand master, Zhang Sanfeng. He was only afraid of his seventh martial uncle, Mo Shenggu.
However, even though Mosheng Valley was beaten up, they still loved him the most.
"Are you going to say it yourself, or do you want me to force you to say it?”
Mo Shenggu let out a sinister sneer and approached Song Qingshu.
He had only asked casually. Even if Song Qingshu had said that the two of them had only come out to pee together, he wouldn't have pressed further.
Because he had other things on his mind.
However, Song Qingshu's unnecessary cover-up had piqued Mo Shenggu's curiosity.
"This…Master taught us saber techniques today and Wuji and I were exchanging our insights.”
Song Qingshu gave in under the tyranny of Mosheng Valley.
He had no choice but to surrender. Mosheng Valley had many methods to make him speak.
"Ye Shaotian taught you swordsmanship?"
Mo Shenggu's eyes widened slightly, filled with surprise.
Ever since Song Qingshu and Ye Shaotian started following Ye Shaotian, Mo Sheng Valley had been waiting for this day.
He had always been curious about Ye Shaotian's blade, but he knew that with his strength, he wasn't qualified to experience it.
He could only wait for the two little fellows to learn it before he could experience it for himself.
"Come, come, come, quickly exchange a few moves with me.”
Song Qingshu waved his hands and said with a long face,""Seventh Martial Uncle, aren't you making things difficult for me? Master only taught me the saber technique this evening, and I haven't learned it yet!”
Mo Shenggu waved his hand impatiently.”
Ye Shaotian's blade was definitely not something to learn, but Mo Shenggu couldn't wait any longer. Even if it was just the tip of the iceberg, he wanted to see it for himself.
Song Qingshu smiled wryly as he removed the hatchet from his waist. He had long since put the Wudang swordsmanship aside. Ever since he went to meet Ye Shaotian, he had not touched a sword.
"Come on!"
Mo Shenggu's face was filled with anticipation.
However, when Song Qingshu attacked, he instantly lost interest.
It was undeniable that Song Qingshu's basic skills when using a saber were even more solid than when he used a sword.
Those who didn't know would find it hard to believe that he had only started practicing the saber for a few days!
However, other than this, there was nothing else that stood out.
"With that kid's personality, it's impossible for him to only teach this much, right?”
Mo Shenggu slapped the chopper away and frowned.
He could tell with a single glance that Song Qingshu's blade had no pattern to it at all. It was basically the same movement as Ye Shaotian's when he was chopping wood.
Mo Shenggu knew Ye Shaotian very well. He knew that he was a very serious person!
Since he kept them by his side, he couldn't just teach them how to chop wood.
Song Qingshu looked ashamed and pursed his lips tightly.
He felt like he was humiliating Ye Shaotian!
Scenes flashed through his mind. The heroic bearing when he defeated the five great sects, the elegant demeanor when he suppressed Zhang Sanfeng, the extraordinary appearance under the rising sun…
In the end, the scene stopped at the moment when Ye Shaotian used his Frightening Glance.
The saber aura that made his soul tremble seemed to have appeared in front of him again.
And this time, he could see it even more clearly!
Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly lit up. Under the faint moonlight, they were like two bright lamps.
"Wrong, wrong from the beginning!"
Song Qingshu muttered under his breath and subconsciously slashed out with his saber.
The machete followed the heart and drew a beautiful arc in the air.
There were no complicated moves, just a clean and neat slash.
Buzz!
The chopper trembled, and a weak and thin blade energy turned into a white light and shot out!
Mo Shenggu's pupils constricted.
The Saber Qi was very weak and was nothing to him. He could easily shatter it with his Genuine Qi.
However, how old was Song Qingshu? What realm was it?
In the entire martial arts world, other than Ye Shaotian, who was a monster, there were very few people who could produce Saber Qi at such a young age and at such a level!
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