The Villain's Counterattack

After enjoying three days of leisurely life, Yu Daying moved to Zhang Sanfeng's residence. Before leaving, Song Qingshu handed him a booklet. Although there was no name on it, the content inside was indeed a Taoist exercise. Judging from its efficacy, it seemed to be used to strengthen muscles and bones, which made Yu Daying very moved.

"Don't ask me where this thing came from. If you ask, I told you that it was taught to me by an old man with a white beard in my dream." Song Qingshu was just playing dirty. It was really hard to explain this thing. After all, the Ancient Tomb Sect still had successors, and he had never left Wudang Mountain. So he simply said he knew nothing about it. As long as he was sure there was no problem, he would just learn it. Anyway, it would only benefit Yu Daying and not harm him.

The paper was ordinary paper, the ink was ordinary ink, but the calligraphy was quite good, with a great style that was obviously not something a little kid like Song Qingshu could possess. After hearing Zhang Sanfeng's evaluation, Song Qingshu was so angry that he almost picked up a pen and paper to ask him for advice. I was also a juren in my previous life, okay?

Many things in the ancient tomb in the previous life were incomplete, and the Yi Jin Duan Gu chapter was no exception. Although it was improved by Lin Pingzhi, Yue Buqun, and Feng Qingyang, it was still not as good as the original version. What Song Qingshu took out was undoubtedly the incomplete version he had obtained at the beginning. The incomplete parts were left blank, and the task of completing it was given to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Although this Kung Fu is slightly incomplete, it is still a rare Taoist foundation-building method. It combines internal and external strengthening of tendons and bones. It can be said to be the Taoist "Yi Jin Jing". With this Kung Fu, the hidden dangers left by Dayan's injury can be completely recovered. It's just that this Kung Fu has some incompleteness. I will pass it on after I complete it." Zhang Sanfeng was delighted to see the opportunity, and took Yu Dayan to retreat directly. This time, he was not going to continue to create Kung Fu, but to complete the "Yi Jin Jing".

I wonder how big the difference is between the kung fu that Zhang Sanfeng completed and the one that I completed in my previous life. There weren't many missing parts to begin with, so the difference shouldn't be that big either. Song Qingshu couldn't help but comfort himself, but he was extremely looking forward to it in his heart.

"Father, I want to learn blacksmithing. I want to forge magical weapons that are comparable to the Sword of the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slaying Sabre, or even super weapons that surpass them!" Song Qingshu made his request one after another, leaving Song Yuanqiao in a state of confusion.

"You're not going to study medicine anymore?" Why learn blacksmithing instead of studying medicine?

"My third uncle is already well, why should I study medicine? It won't be too late for me to study medicine when someone in our family gets sick. Anyway, I have good talent and can learn anything quickly." Song Yuanqiao was secretly moved by Song Qingshu's words. This kid really studied medicine for his third brother.

"Pa~" Song Qingshu received a slap on the head. The first half of his words touched Song Yuanqiao deeply. He thought this kid was quite good. He was indeed studying medicine for his third brother. But what did the second half of his words mean? Was he cursing his family?

However, he couldn't tell the reason for beating him, so he turned it into a very righteous words: "Only by perseverance can you achieve something. Fishing for three days and drying the net for two days will only make you half-baked. Since you have the talent for studying medicine, it's better not to waste it."

Song Qingshu said nonchalantly, "My primary focus in studying medicine is health preservation, followed by orthopedics, and then detoxification and healing. Everything else is just a superficial study, just enough to understand so I don't get fooled by quack doctors. Does that mean Father wants me to be a full-time doctor? Oh, and Mother is already five months pregnant. Now is the time when she needs to get some exercise. Father needs to spend more time with her. I just don't know if I'll have a brother or sister. Have you thought of names for them?"

Song Yuanqiao glanced at Song Qingshu. This kid must have some ideas for asking this, so he couldn't help but ask, "Do you have any ideas?"

"A few days ago, I was reading a book and came across a poem from the previous dynasty. The lines in it are quite good, including the line 'Beyond the mountains, green mountains, and beyond the buildings,' and I personally think Song Qingshan is a good name." Song Qingshu counted on his fingers and began to list the advantages of this name. "First, my name is Song Qingshu, and my brother's is Song Qingshan. Our names are similar in style, and both contain the character 'qing', which can mark peers. Second, this name also has the beautiful connotation of evergreen mountains and ever-flowing green waters. Third, 'shan' means steady and profound, which can make up for my child's frivolity and impatience, and implies that he should learn from me."

You kid talks so much, but you can't even walk. Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but ask, "What if it's a girl?"

"There are green mountains beyond the mountains, and buildings beyond the buildings. Let's call it Song Qinglou..." Song Qingshu was beaten by his father before he could finish his words. This kid would tear off the roof tiles if he wasn't punished for three days. What a name...

"Xiaolou, it's called Song Xiaolou, isn't it a good name?" Song Qingshu dodged his father's pursuit everywhere, but ever since his third uncle Yu Daying followed the grand master into seclusion, he lost a backer, a place to hide and seek refuge. The price of courting death became much higher. Now he could only run to his mother's room. His mother was pregnant, and his father would be much quieter with her around.

Today's suicidal mission is complete, and I've successfully teased my father once. However, this kind of petty sparring only removes a small amount of resentment, and it seems that disrupting the storyline would be more rewarding. Helping Yu Daying recover from his injuries early eliminated three resentments, while having Yin Yewang take the blame and admit to slaughtering the Longmen Escort Agency, thus deflecting attention, eliminated five. Should we do something more before the protagonist returns?

Why not just kill Lu Zhangke and He Biweng in advance to save Zhang Wuji from the pain of being hit by the Mysterious Nether Palm in the future?

After careful consideration, Song Qingshu shook his head. Putting aside the fact that those two were both now strong men with high martial arts skills, and that he had no evidence against them, how could he kill them? Who would do it? He really couldn't win. If things went wrong, Zhang Wuji wouldn't be hit, and he would be hit by the Mysterious Nether Palm first. That would be troublesome.

Moreover, Zhang Wuji's return was inevitable. You couldn't let him stay on a deserted island forever. Even if you didn't mind (it's not like you, Song Qingshu, would mind spending your whole life on a deserted island), his parents wouldn't want to. Their return would undoubtedly alert the Mongols. Even without the Xuanming Elders, other masters would surely come to pursue and intercept them. Young and unskilled Zhang Wuji would inevitably fall into their clutches. If the Xuanming Elders hadn't pressed for information, they might have found someone skilled in the Vajra Finger and crippled Zhang Wuji.

There are too many variables to figure out. If we push it forward, what will happen if we send someone to protect Zhang Wuji?

This is a bit difficult. The key is that the boy doesn't know martial arts and is always a burden. Unless Zhang Sanfeng or most of the Seven Heroes of Wudang are dispatched, there is basically no hope.

He didn't know the exact date and location of Zhang Wuji's landing, nor could he track the whereabouts of the two Xuanming Elders, so there was almost no chance of success.

Song Qingshu felt that this kind of laborious work was too much of a loss. If he wanted to stir up trouble, there were other ways. Promoting the Wudang Sect was one way, and disrupting the Mongols' conspiracy was another. What was the point of learning blacksmithing?

Song Qingshu said that he wanted to forge the Sword of the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slaying Sabre. When the Sword of the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slaying Sabre are everywhere in the martial arts world and anyone can proclaim himself the supreme master of the martial arts world, is the real Dragon Slaying Sabre still useful?

It's okay if it's a low-quality weapon, but if it's a really high-quality weapon, you can consider putting some good things in it. For example, put an incomplete version of "The Book of the Sword of Exorcism" in the Sword of the Heavenly Sword, or a version of "Castration of Oneself" in order to practice magic skills. It's a bit too much to put a military book in the Dragon Slaying Sword, so put the Four Books and Five Classics in it.

Abolishing all schools of thought and respecting only Confucianism, it must be very good to fool people after learning this thing, and it can also explain why Confucianism is respected.

Just do it!

However, he had never seen the Heavenly Sword or the Dragon Slaying Blade before, so he needed the help of his Grand Master and Third Uncle to draw up a blueprint. But that would have to wait. He still needed to get familiar with the feel of blacksmithing. He had learned these things from Longquan in the world of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," but he hadn't practiced them much. Back then, he was a distinguished scholar, so how could he possibly do such rough labor? As long as he had money, there were people who would work for him. Now, his monthly salary wasn't enough, was it?

No, I must pay my respects to the Grand Master from time to time, and get the monthly allowance from Third Uncle-in-Chief by the way. And Seventh Uncle-in-Chief, he has eaten so many delicious foods of mine, I can't keep eating them for free. If I do that for a long time, he will become an idiot.

Song Qingshu felt at ease and didn't feel any pressure at all when he snatched Mo Shenggu's pocket money.