"Sacred Heart Art?"
Victoria Song opened it casually, "The name doesn't sound powerful."
But as she continued to watch, gradually, the casual look on her face disappeared, replaced by shock and disbelief!
"Idiot!"
She rubbed her eyes in disbelief. She couldn't believe that the old Song family actually had such an awesome skill.
In terms of practice, she is just a street kid who spends three days fishing and two days drying nets, but in terms of martial arts qualifications and vision, she has absolutely no say. After reading it from beginning to end, she basically knows the level of this martial arts. Got a rough estimate.
According to what my brother once said unintentionally, the foundation of this world is metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, and the five elements of law construct the entire world.
As for ice, thunder, wind, etc., they are all extended on the basis of the five elements.
This is definitely a top-notch skill that can be mastered to the point where you can understand the laws of ice properties between heaven and earth, and then break through to the realm of a great master!
A top-notch skill that can be directly cultivated to become a grand master was so easily thrown into her hands by her father. Song Qian was almost suspicious of her eyes.
"Are our old Song family so awesome?"
Song Qian opened the door and shouted toward the yard: "Dad~~"
"Don't ask!" Song Yuanshan said impatiently: "This is the supreme skill passed down by the ancestor of our Song family. It was given by Taizu himself back then. There are not many skills of this level in the whole world.
Now you can give me a good retreat and practice, and take enough medicine and other medicines. I want to see the results in half a year! "
"Half a year is too long..."
Song Qian wanted to bargain, but after seeing the seven wolves in her father's hand, she subconsciously shrank back, "Um, dad, why don't you let me practice such a powerful technique?"
"He's not suitable!" Song Yuanshan's face hardened and he said displeasedly: "Just practice for me, why are you asking so many questions!"
"But, my brother will be able to gather the flowers of Qi and go to Qingzhou in two or three months at most. If you ask me to stay in seclusion for half a year, how can I follow you?"
Song Yuanshan's eyes widened, "Who told you to come together? This time, your brother will go alone!"
"What?" Song Qian suddenly became unhappy, "I don't trust my brother alone. Dad, you don't know, people outside have all kinds of bad intentions..."
Song Yuanshan intervened and interrupted: "This time is your brother's opportunity. He can only go alone, you can't follow!"
"Why?"
"No reason!" Song Yuanshan looked up at the sky and said calmly: "If you go, then it won't be his chance!"
"You're so nagging!" Song Qian's face was full of displeasure.
Song Yuanshan continued to sit on the recliner and said lazily: "Anyway, if it's for your brother's good, don't go!"
Song Qian's brows were furrowed and she looked unhappy.
But after hesitating for a moment, she nodded helplessly, "I know, you said so, I can't cheat my brother, right?"
Song Yuanshan twitched the corner of his mouth,
If you are reluctant to cheat your brother, you are willing to cheat your father, right?
This black-hearted little cotton-padded jacket!
.....
In early February, Song Xuan came out of seclusion.
Song Qian cried and said goodbye to him through the door and the iron window.
In that scene, Song Xuan almost sang a song called Tears Behind Bars to her.
First he rode to the dock, and then without letting anyone follow him, he directly took the sea ship arranged by Xuanyi Wei and headed to Qingzhou.
The area of Qingzhou was so large that no matter how many Qing soldiers there were, it would be impossible to set up defenses on all the coastlines. Song Xuan found an area full of rocks to get off the boat, walked on the sea, and entered the boundaries of Qingzhou.
The outline of Qingzhou is basically the same as that of Mingzhou, and even the names of the twelve prefectures of Qingzhou are roughly similar to Mingzhou.
Song Xuan was now on the border between Qingzhou and Guangzhou. After walking more than ten miles inland from the coast, a city came into his sight.
There are not many people outside the city, and the air is even filled with the smell of blood. Dozens of corpses are lined up along the way. It seems that there has just been a killing here not long ago.
At the city gate, some people are queuing up to enter the city. The biggest difference between the people here and Mingzhou is that the men here have all shaved their heads!
Instead of simply shaving his head bald, he had a pig tail-like braid on the back of his head, a money rat tail with strong Qing characteristics!
One word - ugly!
No matter how this hairstyle was beautified in movies and TV shows before time travel, in Song Xuan's eyes, ugliness is just ugly. Even if a thousand years later, this kind of braid would still be ugly in his eyes!
Song Xuan was wearing a black gown and his long hair was blowing in the wind, looking out of place with everything around him.
Seeing him walking swaggeringly, several Qing soldiers at the city gate were startled at first, and then someone laughed ferociously.
"The people in these two vast areas are really bloody. They have killed more than half of them, but there are still people who don't know whether to live or die!"
As he spoke, he heard the sounds of swords being unsheathed one after another, and five or six Qing soldiers walked towards Song Xuan leisurely with long swords in hand.
"Another rebel, brothers, take his head to collect the reward!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several Qing soldiers swarmed forward and slashed at him with their sharp long knives, preparing to hack to death the rebel who refused to shave his hair.
Song Xuan's expression was calm. He didn't even look at the people attacking him from around him. He still walked forward unhurriedly.
The people watching had a look of fear and a bit of unbearability on their faces. What a good young man. It's a pity that he died in the hands of the Tatars.
But the next moment, the fearful and unbearable expressions on their faces turned into shock. They saw Song Xuan stepping out of the crowd, and behind him, the Qing soldiers held long knives and still retained their chopping movements. Standing motionless.
After he walked away and entered the city gate, these people were like pieces of tofu, with pieces of flesh and blood falling to the ground, as if they had been stabbed hundreds of times in an instant.
The onlookers outside the city looked at each other in confusion. They felt cold all over in broad daylight. Could it be that they had seen a ghost?
After entering the city, there were not many pedestrians on the streets, but after everyone saw Song Xuan's flowing long hair, they all hid in fear and hid on both sides.
After the founding of the Qing Dynasty last year, Huang Taiji issued an order to shave hair.
Keep your head but not your hair, keep your hair but not your hair!
Those who dared to resist and disobey orders basically died under the iron heel of the Qing army. Nowadays, most of the surviving people have accepted their fate.
In broad daylight, suddenly seeing such a young man without shaving his hair, everyone was even a little shocked and unable to react.
Of course, he was more afraid, fearing that this person would provoke the Qing soldiers and implicate them.
Song Xuan knew their psychology and didn't pay attention to them. He just stood on the street and waited quietly.
He is waiting!
The news that the Qing soldiers had just been killed is expected to reach the Qing generals soon.
He is a lazy person. Instead of looking for the Qing army here himself, it is better to wait for the opponent to come to his door and kill him directly.
It’s just killing people, it’s natural to do whatever is convenient for you!
