"The ancestor's matter was done so quickly?" Song Qingshu recognized the other party as the 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 saving the little emperor. "Sunflower Ancestor seems to be telling a very ordinary thing, and for a person like him who has lived for hundreds of years, there is indeed nothing that can 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 helped him cultivate the Sunflower Treasure Book. "Ancestor, there's a question I don't quite 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. Among the remaining emperors, the rest of the emperors are full of decay, but Kangxi is thriving here, and I am already used to life in the Forbidden City, so I don't bother to change places. 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 the 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 be visible in front of people if he had nothing important.

"Boy, you also know that the ancestor of the Dao is quite familiar with the art of looking at qi, just now in the imperial study I saw a black gas condensation on your head, 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 quickly 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 sound the lines of those swaggering and deceiving gods on the road in his previous life, "If you are really so capable, why can't you expect Kangxi to be assassinated last time?" Song Qingshu shook his head and did not 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 he didn't know what to say when he met, so he decided to go out of the city directly to Heimu Cliff, so that time could dilute the embarrassment between the two.

Song Qingshu rode all the way to the west, and after two days, he came to more than 40 miles away from the northwest of Pingding Prefecture, only to see that the mountains and rocks were as red as blood, a long beach, and the water was turbulent.

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 us can recognize the elders on the mountain? This person dares to pretend to be a friend of the sect leader, if the word spreads, and the people on the mountain will investigate it, we will not be able to save our lives. glanced at each other, and slashed at Song Qingshu with a neat and uniform movement.

Song Qingshu had already taken precautions, and a ladder cloud jumped over their heads, looked up at the mountain, and saw 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 in his heart, Song Qingshu took up 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 it came to a situation that could not be avoided, Song Qingshu would carry the ladder cloud and step on the mountain walls on both sides to jump over the heads of the guards, going back and forth, and 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 vast blue waves and steaming water. Several ferries on the lake had already received the news, and they all rowed to the middle of the lake, and the sect members on the boats drew their swords and watched their guard.

Sensing that the pursuers 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." He drew the wooden sword, transported his true qi and sent it to the other side of the lake, and the wooden sword shot out like a sharp arrow. Song Qingshu kicked his feet and chased after him. Stepping on the surface of the water a few times, one foot on the wooden sword, one person and one sword, like a long wind and waves, leaped across the lake, leaving only the frightened faces of the sect members behind.

"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 the same reason as what a stone could float on the water, the key was speed. It's just that this method can only be used for short-distance sprints, and if you want to fly the world, you can't.

Recalling the subtle softness that came back from the water surface with his toes 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 over his knees, treading water, and he had a high internal force and peerless light skills, why could he only float on the water by speed? Could it be that he did not make good use of the power in the water... Since the power of water can be used, if the wind in the air can be fully utilized, it is not impossible for Edgeworth to fly......"

Seeing that the pursuers had been thrown far away, Song Qingshu continued to move forward while thinking, and it didn't take long for him to encounter an iron gate, and the guards stepped forward and shouted: "Password!"

Song Qingshu secretly complained, how did 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 this to be right, and his face bloomed, "The dead eunuch also said that my Yintang was black, which is obviously a lucky star, and he was lucky to go shit." ”

"And the waist card?" Before he could finish his delight, 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 the wooden sword, and rushed straight through.