The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 107 Song Shushu, Uncle Song

Since Yu Daying's injury healed, with the six heroes beside him, except for the missing Zhang Cuishan, Zhang Sanfeng felt much better. Various signs indicated that Zhang Cuishan was most likely captured by Xie Xun and taken overseas, rather than killed. With a good mood, things naturally went more smoothly. He would occasionally guide his disciples in their cultivation. In addition to his six personal disciples, he also invested a lot of affection and effort in his grandson Song Qingshu.

It's just that this little brat is used to being lazy. He never takes the initiative to invest more energy in things he doesn't like. He has a wide range of interests and hobbies. He can learn anything quickly and master it easily, but once he achieves something beyond the ordinary, he will just put it aside.

He dabbled in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was the best among the second-generation disciples in each of them. He was well-versed in Taoist classics and Confucian knowledge. As long as there was no one around him who could surpass him, he would stop moving forward immediately. His laziness was outrageous.

In terms of martial arts, he mastered the "Xuanxu Sword Technique" to perfection, and was also extremely proficient in the "Wudang Sword Technique". Recently, he became obsessed with the "Shenmen Thirteen Swords", claiming it was a unique martial art that did not harm anyone's life and was considered the best sword technique for stopping wars. He practiced diligently every day and surprisingly defeated Mo Shenggu in just three months. In terms of boxing and kicking, he had somehow come up with the "Turning the Sky Palm". Although it had some flaws, it was considered a first-class palm technique. Zhang Sanfeng modified it and then passed it down again.

A Grandmaster is a Grandmaster. He revised and improved the Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian, increasing its effectiveness by 30%. The effect on Yu Dayan was even more pronounced. Not only did he achieve minor improvement in a year, but he was completely restored in three years. His bones also saw a slight improvement, which delighted him immensely. He doted on his nephew, Song Qingshu. He had never seen his monthly salary; it was all collected by Song Qingshu, who also helped him spend it.

The "Heaven-Flipping Palm" is a powerful offensive and defensive technique similar to the "Dragon-Subduing Palm," and is very different from the Wudang School's "Tiger Claw Hand." While it's unknown where Song Qingshu got this technique, as long as it's not available elsewhere in the martial arts world, it's his. Moreover, this is a version refined by our master, so how can it not be part of our Wudang School's martial arts? The Wudang Six Heroes had no difficulty learning it.

Yu Daying's hands and feet have recovered, but he still has some psychological trauma. He is not good at using sophisticated skills like the "Tiger Claw Hand", but the extremely strong and masculine "Heaven-Turning Palm" is very suitable for him. Yu Daying once wondered whether the skills this kid used were specially prepared for him?

Song Qingshu spent his days studying literature, practicing martial arts, and working as a blacksmith. However, after Mo Shenggu reached adulthood, he embarked on his own journey through the martial arts world, and could no longer accompany Song Qingshu on his daily adventures. The vegetarian food on the mountain clearly couldn't satisfy Song Qingshu, a carnivore, so he would occasionally run down the mountain for a hearty meal. Whenever he was caught, he would be put in solitary confinement. After being released, he would continue to act as he pleased, admitting his mistakes and then repeating them.

Later, he gradually realized that his father was not against him eating meat, but breaking his daily routine and the rules of going down the mountain without permission. So he stopped going down the mountain and instead followed his seventh uncle Mo Shenggu's example, catching birds and beasts in the mountains and cooking them for himself. At the same time, he would always leave a portion of the prepared meat and medicinal food for Yu Daying, saying that he needed tonic after being seriously injured.

Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu also tried to take advantage of the situation and argued that eating medicinal food did not count as breaking the rules of not eating meat. Song Qingshu suddenly thought that except for the Grand Master, it seemed that his father and several other uncles did not really abide by the so-called precepts. Are they really Taoists?

Song Yuanqiao told Song Qingshu that Taoism is divided into the Quanzhen and Zhengyi sects, both of which prohibit marriage and sexual intercourse. While Master could technically prohibit sexual intercourse, it's only to pursue higher levels that he maintains strict self-discipline. Disciples like us also publicly prohibit sexual intercourse on the mountain out of respect for Master. However, it's just a superficial practice, and as long as it's not too blatant or unwarranted, we won't take it too seriously.

Song Qingshu was studious but had no perseverance. Every time his father and uncles went down the mountain, he would ask them to help find some books. There was no limit to the types, but it would be best if there were no duplicates. Three or five books were not too few, and ten or eight books were not too many. In order to store his collection of books, he personally used stones and spent three years to build a three-story building. He vowed that when he grew up and traveled around the world, he would collect more classics and fill the library.

The library requires fire prevention, theft prevention and moisture prevention, safety first, but reading is done in another bamboo building next to it. The small bamboo building also has three floors, but it is next to the bamboo forest. The environment is elegant and unique, with a stream flowing in front of the door (an artificial version, Song Qingshu dug a ditch himself to divert water), and birds singing and flowers blooming all around (the flowers are planted by himself, most of which can be used as medicine, and the rest are used to make perfumes). At noon, with a book and a pot of tea, lying in a rocking chair, you can leisurely enjoy this life. Even a god would not trade it for this.

"What nickname will Qingshu have when he travels the world? The Hundred-Change Scholar?" Yu Lianzhou couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at Song Yuanqiao. The boy was already fifteen, and his martial arts skills were second-rate in the martial arts world, at the peak of second-rate. His Qinggong was comparable to first-rate, and his swordsmanship (the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate disguised as the Nine Swords of Dugu) was so superb that even his master praised it. What he lacked was internal strength, which couldn't be achieved hastily. And this so-called lack referred to Song Qingshu's other martial arts skills. Having such internal strength at this age was already rare, and this kid didn't even bother cultivating it, leaving them both amused and confused.

Moreover, Song Qingshu was very open-minded about this, and said confidently: "It's not that I don't care, but taking one step at a time and making progress step by step is the right way. All quick-fix internal skills are evil ways, which are destructive and detrimental to health." Then he talked about the Taoist way of maintaining health through energy and spirit.

What the hell are you, a tiny kid, talking about health preservation? Do you think you are a 90-year-old man like Master (who will soon be a hundred years old)?

Health preservation should start from childhood. This is what Song Qingshu has always insisted on, and he also implemented it on his younger brother Song Qingshan. The name Song Xiaolou was not given to his brother in the end, which made him very unhappy and asked his mother why they were not twins, a boy and a girl, which made Song Yuanqiao very upset.

"This wrong number is not bad, but it's not loud enough. Otherwise, he should be called the Scholar with the Big Hammer. The hammering skills he has learned through casting are really amazing." Mo Shenggu has completely learned the wrong thing. As soon as he came back, he ran over to give Song Qingshu a book.

Song Qingshu was a learned scholar, reading a wide range of books and studying a wide range of subjects. His style was adaptable and dynamic. In the morning, he could be a modest gentleman, greeting and arranging everything, meticulously managing the start of a Wudang Mountain day and taking thorough care of the elders. After morning prayers, he would immediately transform into a burly man, wielding a massive hammer weighing thirty to fifty kilograms to forge weapons and all sorts of strange objects.

Can you believe it? A fifteen-year-old kid swinging a 30-50 kg sledgehammer and hammering for 300-500 times without a break?

The afternoon schedule is relatively free. I go up the mountain to catch pheasants and rabbits, go down to the river to fish, hide in the small building to read and paint. When I feel like it, I will also make some strange things, such as peppermint oil and potpourri essence (a synonym for perfume). These two little things are treasures. A small bottle is worth hundreds of taels of silver, and they are in short supply. Others who want to buy them have to beg them.

Wudang Mountain is not short of silver at all now. When these two things arrive in the Western Regions, a bottle is worth a hundred gold coins. The things are small and easy to carry. It cannot be said to be a huge profit, but three to five times the profit is definitely possible. If the business is well managed, ten to twenty times the profit is possible. Therefore, many Hu merchants send people to wait at the foot of the mountain, and as soon as these two things are available, they will immediately buy them at any price.

"Pah!" A stack of papers landed on the small table in front of Song Qingshu. Mo Shenggu said proudly, "This is the story of your seventh uncle's heroic deeds during this descent from the mountain. Add it to the 'Wudang Heroes' tale.'"

Song Qingshu ignored these things and instead glanced at his second uncle, Yu Lianzhou, and asked, "Why does my nickname have to include the word 'scholar'? I'm dressed like a Taoist priest."

"Who made you have the word 'Shu' in your name? And you also wrote 'The Legend of Wudang Heroes' under the name of Wudang Scholar?" Yu Lianzhou looked at him with a smile, but he was full of joy.

Song Qingshu looked at his father with dissatisfaction and said, "The names father chose for me are all good, but if you change one of the characters, it will be more ideal."

"What is it?"

"It would be even better if the character 'qing' in the middle of my name could be changed to 'shu'. I would never be at a disadvantage when it comes to being known as someone in the martial arts world in the future."

Changing the character "青" to "书" (Shu) would mean Song Shushu. Wait, Song Shushu, Uncle Song?! This unlucky kid is at his wit's end again.