Rebirth of Song Qingshu

Chapter 5: Battle of words with the heroes

Zhang Cuishan took a step forward, raised his hands, and wanted to speak.

"Uncle Fifth Master, wait a minute."

At this moment, a slightly immature voice sounded, interrupting what Zhang Cuishan wanted to say.

When everyone asked about his reputation, it turned out that it was Song Qingshu who had been standing next to Zhang Sanfeng.

Song Yuanqiao's expression changed. He didn't expect that Song Qingshu would interrupt Zhang Cuishan in front of so many people. He was really angry and anxious, and shouted angrily, "Silence, shut up, you don't have the right to speak here, why don't you tell your Fifth Master

Uncle apologizes."

Song Qing Shuli ignored him and just looked at Zhang Cuishan. Zhang Cuishan was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands and looked at Song Qingshu as if nothing had happened and said with a smile, "Nothing, what's wrong with Qingshu, what do you have to say."

"Uncle Fifth Master, can you let me talk to Master Kongwen first?" Song Qingshu nodded.

"You traitor, you are so brave." Song Yuanqiao did not expect that Song Qingshu, who was usually very afraid of him, would ignore him one after another today, and lost Wudang's face in front of so many people.

"Master Kongwen is one of the most famous monks in the world. I guess he wouldn't mind asking me, a junior, for advice." Song Qingshu really couldn't figure out why Song Yuanqiao had such a big prejudice against Song Qingshu, so he replied coldly.

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"You..." Song Yuanqiao didn't expect that Song Qingshu not only ignored his existence, but also dared to talk back. He wanted to teach Song Qingshu a lesson.

At this time, Zhang Songxi grabbed Song Yuanqiao and said, "In this case, Qingshu please ask for advice."

"Junior brother, you..." Song Yuanqiao didn't expect that his normally stable junior brother would also start acting up today, and he couldn't help but be speechless for a moment.

Zhang Songxi shook his head at Song Yuanqiao with a puzzled face. In fact, as soon as Song Qingshu came to Zixiao Palace today, Zhang Songxi discovered that he was different. Although Song Qingshu was very good in the past, he was very afraid of Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao's angry rebuke today, in the past, Song Qingshu would have been trembling and speechless, but today he faced it calmly, which attracted Zhang Songxi's attention, and then Zhang Songxi noticed that Song Qingshu's expression was very calm, facing so many things

The heroes of the world were all cautious, even Zhang Wuji ran out at some point, but Song Qingshu actually stayed by Zhang Sanfeng's side, which had to surprise Zhang Songxi.

Although I don't know why Song Qingshu did this, Zhang Songxi is sure that he has his reasons and is not nonsense as Song Yuanqiao said. From this, it can be seen that Song Yuanqiao's understanding of Song Qingshu is far from enough.

"Yes, Uncle Master." Song Qingshu returned the salute to Zhang Songxi, turned around and saluted Master Kongwen, "Master Kongwen, I'm taking the liberty to ask for advice. Please forgive me if there is anything wrong."

"Amitabha!" Master Kongwen raised his eyebrows, "It's okay. If the young benefactor has anything to say, just tell me. I know everything I know."

"So, thank you Master." Song Qingshu bowed again, stopped talking nonsense, and asked straight to the point, "Master said that my fifth uncle killed your Shaolin sect's Longmen Escort Bureau with seventy-one blows, and also killed Shaolin.

There is proof of the lives of six monks and seventy-seven people."

"Of course." Master Kongwen gestured to Master Kongzhi who was standing aside. Master Kongzhi understood and waved his left hand. Three middle-aged monks walked out from behind him.

Yin Susu used a silver needle to hit the blind Shaolin monk to round his heart, his sound, and his karma.

"These three are my nephew who witnessed Zhang Wuxia murdering my disciple."

"Master, based on this, you concluded that my fifth uncle killed the people from the Longmen Escort Bureau?" Song Qingshu ignored Master Kong Zhi who was sneering at the side, but asked Master Kong Wen cautiously.

"I, a Shaolin disciple, am a monk, how can I tell lies?" Master Kongwen waved his hand to stop Master Kongzhi who wanted to speak, and said calmly.

"You, a Shaolin disciple, don't know how to tell lies, but I, a Wudang disciple, know how to confuse right and wrong?" Song Qingshu sneered.

"You..." Master Kongzhi pointed at Song Qingshu and was speechless for a moment.

"Okay, now is not the time to talk about this." Song Qingshu waved his hand, but did not talk about the matter, but continued to ask, "I wonder what Master Kongwen thinks about my uncle Yu Daiyan being injured by Shaolin's powerful diamond finger.

look."

"This is not what my Shaolin disciples did." Master Kongwen didn't know how to answer for a while, and he held back a sentence for a long time.

"But the Powerful Vajra Finger is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. It is a secret that has not been passed down. Besides Shaolin, who else knows it?" Song Qingshu said to himself, pretending to be confused.

"Yes! No one except Shaolin knows how to use the Vajra Finger. It must be someone from Shaolin who hurt Yu Sanxia."

"Yes, apart from that, there is no one else."

"That must be the case. Zhang Cuishan killed the people from the Longmen Escort Bureau, and the monk from the Shaolin Temple injured Yu Daiyan in order to take revenge."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

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The Shaolin monks are looking at each other in embarrassment.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Kong Wen had no choice but to say: "Good, good! In addition to my three brothers, there are only three senior elders in our sect who have practiced Vajra Finger Power. However, these three senior elders have been in the Shaolin Temple for three or four years.

How could it be possible to hurt Yu Sanxia in ten years?"

"Oh, my uncle Yu was injured by the finger of Vajra, but it was not by the hands of the Shaolin Temple. The people from the Longmen Escort Bureau died at the hands of my fifth uncle, but the Shaolin disciples saw it with their own eyes." Song Qingshu shook his head and sighed repeatedly, "

In this way, how can the master convince others?"

Master Kongwen was really well-educated. Even though he heard Song Qingshu criticizing mulberry trees and locust trees, he was not angry. He only said: "If the little donor doesn't believe what I said, there's nothing he can do."

"Oh, in my opinion, no matter whether my uncle Yu was injured at your Shaolin hands or not, he must have identified my fifth uncle to kill the people from the Longmen Escort Bureau?" Song Qingshu suddenly raised his voice, "Originally, my great master often followed

I said that Shaolin monks are empty of all four elements, they can distinguish right from wrong, and they are the embodiment of justice in the world. I don’t expect that today they are confusing right and wrong for their own selfish interests and making strong arguments."

Song Qingshu did not wait for the Shaolin monks to refute, and added, "People in the world call Shaolin Wudang the Big Dipper of Mount Tai, because they hope that Shaolin Wudang will uphold justice for the world. Unexpectedly, Shaolin excludes dissenters for its own selfish interests and wants to dominate the world. Even so, that is not the case.

There is nothing to say, Shaolin is the best temple in the world, and I, Wudang, are not easy to bully. If everyone is defeated, then let the Mingjiao reap the benefits."

As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, the heroes in Zixiao Palace suddenly changed their colors and started talking about it.

Seeing this, Master Kongzhi couldn't help but shouted angrily, "Young boy with a yellow mouth, how dare you do this."

"Hmph, Master Kongzhi becomes a Buddha with one thought and a demon with a face. Be careful to go to Avici Hell after death." Song Qingshu didn't have a good impression of this self-righteous old monk, so he didn't give him a good look.