Song Qingshu rubbed his chin a few times. After some thought, he began to communicate with the system.
Consumed 18200 Shocking Points, Wudang Sword Technique leveled up to Level 20.
Consumed 29000 Shocking Points, Wudang Cloud Ladder leveled up to level 20.
Song Qingshu looked at the virtual attribute panel again.
Song Qingshu: Fourteen years old.
[Cultivation: Connate early-stage.]
[Martial arts: Level 20 of Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill]
Wudang Swordsmanship Level 20;
The Wudang Ladder has twenty layers of clouds.
Soft Palm;
Basic sword technique.
[Current Shock Value: 1485]
...
The next day, at the entrance of Wudang Mountain.
Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao, and the other uncles stood facing each other.
Song Yuanqiao patted Song Qingshu's shoulder.
"Qing Shu, the journey to the summit of the forbidden city is long. Be careful.”
Yu Daiyan laughed.
"Qing Shu is already a Connate Realm expert now. He can go anywhere in the martial world.”
The rest of the Wudang Six Heroes also laughed out loud.
Song Qingshu bowed respectfully to the elders.
"Thank you, father, and all the uncles.”
"The martial world is dangerous. Qing Shu knows this and will pay attention to his safety.”
After bidding farewell to the elders.
Song Qingshu walked out of Wudang Mountain alone with his sword and entered the martial world.
......
Tongzhou City.
Song Qingshu, who was dressed in white, stood at the city gate with a long sword in his hand.
Wudang was far from the capital where the summit of the forbidden city was located.
Tong State City was Song Qingshu's first stop.
Soon, Song Qingshu arrived at a teahouse in Tongzhou City.
Casually putting the sword aside, Song Qingshu waved his hand.
"Waiter, half a catty of beef and a pot of wine.”
The waiter wearing a linen hat tugged at the rag on his shoulder and ran toward Song Qingshu.
he asked with a smile as he wiped the table in front of Song Qingshu and poured him a cup of tea.
"Good customer, what else do you need?”
Song Qingshu shook his head.
"That's all for now."
The waiter replied and ran to the kitchen.
At the same time.
A young man in embroidered clothes, about sixteen or seventeen years old, also walked into the teahouse. Beside him was an old man in plain clothes.
The young man's lips were red and his teeth were white. His bright eyes looked left and right, and he seemed very curious. From time to time, he would chat with the old man beside him.
"Old Huang, you must have a good time this time.”
"Tongzhou City is really lively. It's different from the customs of Northern Liang. It's an eye-opener for me.”
"As the saying goes, read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles. Traveling thousands of miles is not as good as seeing countless people!”
Old Yellow laughed.
"The prince is right, he is right.”
The young man pointed at Old Yellow with his finger and smiled without saying anything.
The two quickly found a table and sat down.
Old Huang looked at Song Qingshu, who was standing not far away, and let out a soft gasp.
The young man asked curiously.
"Old Huang, what's wrong?"
Old Huang clicked his tongue and stroked his beard, his tone filled with emotion.
"You're so young, but you've already reached the Innate Realm. Impressive, impressive!”
The young man was curious.
"Oh? Old Huang, who are you talking about?"
Following the direction Huang was pointing, the youth saw Song Qingshu.
He was also slightly surprised.
"This person looks a little younger than me, but he's already at the Xiantian realm?”
Then, the young man looked at Old Yellow with a strange expression.
"Old Huang, didn't you say you don't know martial arts? How do you know he's at the Connate Realm?"
Old Yellow's expression stiffened, and he quickly laughed.
"Hey! I'm just old and have seen a lot of people. Of course, I don't know martial arts!”
Just as the old man and the young man were whispering to each other, a group of more than 20 people walked in aggressively.
These people were all dressed in black robes and had scimitars at their waists.
Everyone was emitting a strong smell of blood.
Seeing these people, someone in the teahouse revealed a terrified expression and cried out in surprise.
"Bloody Blade Sect. They are from Bloody Blade Sect!”
The scar-faced man in the lead glared at the person who spoke. The person hurriedly lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.
The scar-faced man snorted disdainfully and then swept his gaze across the teahouse.
There were only two empty tables in the teahouse right next to Song Qingshu.
There were more than twenty people from the Bloody Blade Sect. Two tables obviously couldn't fit them.
The scar-faced man saw that there was only a young man at the nearest table.
He immediately walked over and sat down opposite Song Qingshu.
"Kid, this table is mine!”
When the customers in the teahouse saw this scene, they all revealed looks of disgust and fear as they discussed in low voices.
"This young man is in trouble. The Bloody Blade Sect has always been overbearing.”
"Tongzhou City is the territory of the Bloody Blade Sect. I hope this young man understands the situation.”
"The sect master of the Bloody Blade Sect, Patriarch Bloody Blade, is an Upper Sky expert. Who would dare to provoke him?”
Song Qingshu didn't even raise his head. He picked up his teacup and took a sip as he spoke indifferently.
"Everything is based on first come, first serve. Aren't you too unreasonable?”
The scar-faced man smiled disdainfully and looked askance at Song Qingshu.
"Why do we need to be reasonable when we do things?”
Song Qingshu put down his teacup and spat out a word.
"Get lost!"
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