"The ancestor's business was done so quickly?" Song Qingshu recognized the other party as Sunflower Ancestor and said in surprise.

"Last time, the people of the Red Flower Society colluded with Nan Shaolin to trick me out, thanks to you for saving the little emperor." Sunflower Ancestor seemed to be telling a very ordinary thing, and for a person like him who had lived for hundreds of years, there was indeed nothing that could move him.

Secretary Song Qing had to say last time that the reason why he protected Kangxi was because he took a fancy to the true dragon qi on Kangxi's body, which would help him cultivate the Sunflower Treasure Book." Ancestor, there's a question I don't understand, you need the true dragon qi, it stands to reason that Temujin's true dragon qi is more sufficient, why don't you go to him?"

"Genghis Khan is indeed good, but it's a pity that he has too much desire to conquer, and has been fighting in the north and south on horseback, my ancestor and I have old arms and legs, and I really don't want to follow him around. Sunflower Ancestor explained slowly, his voice as sharp as a fingernail cutting through glass, and Song Qingshu frowned when he heard it.

"What advice does Ancestor have for me this time?" Song Qingshu knew that the Sunflower Ancestor had always lived in the shadows like a ghost, and he would not appear in front of people if he had no important things.

"Boy, you also know that the ancestor and I are quite familiar with the art of looking at qi, just now I saw a black gas condensation on your head in the imperial study, I think you have a big catastrophe recently, I am thinking of an acquaintance, the ancestor kindly reminds you, you can do it yourself." Sunflower Ancestor laughed dryly, and soon turned around and disappeared in place.

"Donor, I see that Yintang is black, and there has been a bloody disaster recently......" Song Qingshu's ears seemed to ring the lines of those swaggering and deceiving gods on the road in his previous life, "If you are really so capable, why didn't you expect Kangxi to be assassinated last time?" Song Qingshu shook his head and didn't take Sunflower Ancestor's words to heart.

Out of the palace, Song Qingshu wanted to go to the Viscount's Mansion to see Shuang'er, but he was worried that the other party was too thin-skinned and didn't know what to say when they met, so he decided to go directly out of the city to Heimu Cliff to let time dilute the embarrassment between the two.

Song Qingshu rode all the way to the west, two days later came to more than 40 miles away from the northwest of Pingding Prefecture, only to see the mountains and rocks red as blood, a long beach, the water flow is turbulent, ask the local residents, learned that this place is called Orangutan Beach, know that it is not far from the Black Wood Cliff.

Going further north, it didn't take long for Song Qingshu to see the mountain gate of the Sun Moon God Sect from a distance, the stone walls on both sides were like walls, and there was only a stone path about five feet wide in the middle.

"Who dares to break into the Sun Moon Divine Sect's main altar!" the guards quickly noticed Song Qingshu and quickly stopped him with a knife.

"Please also spread the word to your Oriental Sect Master, just say that her friend Song Qingshu has something to ask to see." Song Qingshu jumped off the horse and arched his hand at them.

"Song Qingshu, haven't heard of it," the guards talked to each other for a while, looking at him with an unkind face, "You said you are a friend of the Eastern Sect Master?"

"Exactly!" Song Qingshu replied although he noticed that something was wrong.

The guards thought to themselves: There are only a handful of friends of the sect leader, and none of the elders on the mountain can we recognize it? This person dares to pretend to be a friend of the sect leader, if it spreads out, the people on the mountain will investigate it, and our lives will be in danger.

Song Qingshu had already taken precautions, and a ladder cloud jumped over their heads, looked up at the mountain, only to see that the clouds were shrouded in mist, and he couldn't see anything, and he was shocked in his heart: "Could it be that they have arrived one step earlier and have already controlled the Black Wood Cliff?" No, I have to go up and take a look."

Worried about the life and death of Dongfang's undefeated, Song Qingshu took advantage of his light skills and rushed to the mountain.

The main altar of the Sun and Moon Divine Sect is heavily guarded, and the way up the mountain is even more open, and it is basically impossible for ordinary people to break through the mountain road of about five feet, but Song Qingshu's light skills are too high, and he runs rapidly without a trace, and the guards only feel a gust of wind blowing, and they lose the trace of the enemy in front of them, and the swords are cut into the air.

When encountering a situation that could not be avoided, Song Qingshu would carry Tiyun and jump over the top of the guards' heads by stepping on the mountain walls on both sides, and he actually broke through the first line of defense of the Black Wood Cliff.

After crossing three mountain roads and coming to a lake, I saw the blue waves and the water steaming.

Sensing that the chasing soldiers behind him were getting closer and closer, Song Qingshu smiled: "In the past, there was a miracle of Bodhidharma crossing the river with a reed, but today the kid is not talented, follow the example of the sages." Song Qingshu kicked his feet and chased after him.

"Sun Tzu's Art of War has a cloud: the disease of the torrent, as for the drifter, it is also powerful." Song Qingshu, who stepped on the opposite side, finally understood why the wind could fly on a full moon night, and why a stone could float on the water, the key was speed.

Recalling the subtle softness that came back from the water surface with his toes on the water just now, Song Qingshu seemed to have an understanding, "Legend has it that during the Republic of China, there was a master of national arts, who could walk with his feet above his knees, treading water, and he had a brilliant internal force and peerless light skills, why could he only float on the water by speed......?

See that the pursuers have been far away. Throwing it away, Song Qingshu continued to move forward while thinking, and it didn't take long for him to hit an iron gate, and the guard stepped forward and shouted: "Password!"

Song Qingshu secretly complained, how could he know what the password was, it seemed that he had to break through, and the dead horse replied casually: "Wencheng Wude."

Unexpectedly, the other party breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "Benevolence, righteousness and wisdom."

"It's a blind cat that meets a dead mouse." Song Qingshu didn't expect that he could guess correctly, and his face bloomed, "The dead eunuch also said that my Yintang was black, this is obviously a lucky star, and I have gone shit luck."

"And what about the waist card?" Before he could finish his joy, the guard stretched out his hand and spread it out in front of him.

"Uh, I'll circle you with a fork!" Song Qingshu felt that someone was playing with him at this moment, so he scolded, pulled out his wooden sword, and directly rushed over.