Chapter 171

"Sister..."

"Why do I feel this Young Master Song is strange..."

Yao Yao Yue waved her sleeves and said coldly:

"Of course he is strange!"

"He wishes his junior brother were dead!"

"With just this little cleverness, he dares to show off in front of Mr. Su?"

Guo Xiang on the side heard this and couldn't help but sigh:

"Why do I feel this Song Qingshu is full of bad water!"

"He doesn't ask anything else, but cares about whether people have disabilities?"

"This..."

On the other side.

Su Hang heard this, and how could he not understand Song Qingshu's thoughts.

After all, he has lived two lives and is familiar with all the plots; the current Song Qingshu is like a blank sheet of paper in front of him.

Thinking of this, Su Hang smiled and said:

"According to my calculation,"

"Your junior brother is very healthy now; not only does he have no disabilities, but his body is extremely good."

"Even the cold poison he suffered back then has now been cured."

Song Qingshu heard this, as if he had heard some bad news.

He became angry.

He stood up suddenly, pointed at Su Hang's nose and cursed:

"You fortune-teller, you must be talking nonsense!"

"My junior brother was hit by the Xuanming Palm back then, and the cold poison had already entered his body; I fear even an immortal couldn't save him!"

"You now tell Song that Zhang Wuji is still alive? And the cold poison is cured without medicine?"

Song Qingshu was excited and didn't care.

457 The Jianghu onlookers were also confused for a while, not understanding what Song Qingshu was thinking.

Logically speaking, if he really cared about his junior brother, wouldn't he be happy to hear the news that Zhang Wuji was not dead?

But now Song Qingshu is not happy, but very angry!

Thinking of this, a burst of exclamations broke out in the crowd.

"Song Qingshu, this guy... what does this mean?"

"This person's temperament is fickle, irritable, and the same kind of goods as Murong Fu!"

"Brothers, this old man is dull and really can't see what this Young Master Song means? Why is he suddenly angry again?"

"Humph! Why is he angry? It's just that Mr. Su told the truth... if Mr. Su had just said his junior brother had long since fallen into a puddle of meat and died, I fear Song Qingshu would be happy now!"

"Clearly a villain, but insisting on pretending to be a gentleman... isn't this tiring?"

Hearing this,

Su Hang didn't rush to refute,

But smiled gently and said:

"Young Master Song..."

"What I said is true."

"It's just that when your junior brother fell off the cliff that day, he was accidentally caught by the branches of the trees in the mountains, so he saved his life."

"Later, in this valley, your junior brother had a chance encounter and obtained a lost Buddhist internal skill from the belly of a white ape!"

"This internal skill is none other than the Nine Yang True Scripture that your grand-master begged for in vain back then!"

"Your junior brother was trapped in the valley and had nothing to do, so he could only practice with all his heart..."

"Like this, spring and autumn passed, and now ten years have passed; I fear he has long since achieved great success in his divine skill!"

"Don't look at his young age; because of the great success of the Nine Yang Divine Art, your junior brother now has at least the cultivation of a grandmaster."

Song Qingshu heard this, and his face became uglier.

He wouldn't know what the Nine Yang Divine Art is.

Although he didn't know the specific origin of this divine skill, Song Qingshu also knew that the reason the Wudang Sect could be established back then was because of the Wudang Nine Yang Skill!

Although this Wudang Nine Yang Skill is only a part of the Nine Yang Divine Art, it is the foundation of the entire Wudang martial arts system!

Even he himself has not yet reached the level of practicing the Wudang Nine Yang Skill!

And his unlucky junior brother actually practiced the complete version of the Nine Yang Divine Art?

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu frowned and said unconvinced:

"You are lying!"

"The Nine Yang Divine Art cannot cure cold poison at all!"

"My grand-master tried it back then!"

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken my junior brother to beg Shaolin back then!"

Speaking of this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh!

Finally caught the flaw!

The position of sect leader is worry-free!

In the crowd, Tian Boguang saw this, shook the knife in his hand, and couldn't help but curse:

"Song Qingshu, this guy! What is he doing!"

"It's making me have a mental breakdown!"

ps: Thanks to the big shots.... bowing....