Chapter 3 Songhe Zhenren

"Hey, if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have remembered. My legs are numb, so hurry up and give Master a massage." Song He said proudly.

Qingyang, the little Taoist priest, didn't expect that he would hit his feet when he lifted the stone, but he had to do it because his master had ordered him to do so. He had to put the bowl aside, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to give Master a massage.

Suddenly, a bird chirped in the air. Qingyang looked up and saw a beautiful little red bird flying from nowhere. The little red bird circled in the air and landed on a branch above Song He's head. Then it flapped its wings and dropped a lot of dust.

Master Song He was half lying on a stone under the tree. He was completely unprepared and was blinded by the dust. He was immediately furious and cursed, "Where did this broken bird come from? It's damned."

As if he didn't feel relieved enough, he took off one of his shoes and threw it at the little red bird. Song He's technique was quite skillful. Although the little red bird reacted very quickly, it was still hit by the shoe thrown by Song He, and a red feather fell.

The little red bird seemed to be angry, stretched its neck and called twice, then circled in the air, and a ball of things flew towards Song He. Seeing that he was about to be hit, Song He no longer dared to be arrogant, and quickly stood up from the stone under the tree and dodged to the side.

Master Song He just dodged, and the ball of things fell on the stone where he had just lay. With a snap, a ball of blue and white bird droppings scattered.

Song He was very scared. If he dodged a little slower, wouldn't this ball of bird droppings fall on his head? Even if he dodged now, this stone was also contaminated by bird droppings. How could he lie here and drink in the future?

Thinking of this, Song He was furious. A little bird dared to bully him like this. Did he really think that the famous Song He Zhenren in the world was old?

Master Qingyang Songhe paused with his right foot, and his body instantly rose more than ten feet, surpassing the branch where the little red bird stood just now. Then he stretched out his left foot quickly, lightly touched the branch, and pounced forward. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the little red bird.

The little red bird did not expect that the old Taoist priest in front of him was so powerful that he could fly into the air like a bird. He quickly spread his wings and flew in another direction.

But it was too late at this time. Before the little red bird turned around, Master Songhe's hand had already stretched out and directly pinched one of his legs. The little red bird struggled a few times, but in vain, and could not get rid of Songhe's clutches.

The strength was exhausted, and Songhe's figure began to fall. At this time, he twisted his waist. I don't know how he used the force, but Master Songhe's descending body actually stopped abruptly, and then he spun in the air and landed steadily on the branch of the crooked tree.

Qingyang stood under the tree, his face full of envy. He was indeed a master. His Qinggong was really amazing. Although he had been learning from his master for nearly ten years, he had not learned even one tenth of his skills. He could only climb up the tree with his hands and feet.

Master Songhe stood on a thick branch, looking at the little red bird in his hand, and said to himself: "You dare to bully me, the Taoist master, you are really tired of living. I will pinch you to death!"

As soon as the voice fell, a clear and beautiful voice said: "Stop, let go of my little bird."

Master Songhe seemed to have expected this. He smiled slightly and said in the direction of the voice: "Where did you come from, young man, to tease the famous Songhe Zhenren in the world? You are really bold. Why don't you come out and confess your crime?"

The clear and beautiful voice was not afraid at all, and snorted coldly. He said, "Old man, you hurt my Xiaohong first, and you want me to go out and apologize? This is impossible." Song He said, "Then don't blame me for being rude. This little bird doesn't look big, but it's quite fat, and there should be a lot of meat on its body. I haven't eaten meat for a long time, so why not save it for a treat at night. Braised? Or stewed? Or roasted directly?" Hearing Song He's words, the clear voice seemed to be anxious, saying, "Do you dare?" "Then you can see if I dare!" As he said that, his hands seemed to be about to exert force. At this moment, a small black snake suddenly jumped out from the tree trunk next to him and bit Song He's ankle. Master Song He has been in the martial arts world for decades. He is not afraid of anything, but this kind of creepy poisonous snake. When he saw the little black snake suddenly appear, his legs softened and he fell from the tree, but it was a blessing in disguise, and he just avoided the attack of the little black snake. The first attack failed, but the little black snake still didn't give up. It swam around the tree trunk, then shook its body and rushed directly towards Song He from the air.

The branch was only more than ten feet above the ground. Even if Song He fell from the tree, with the master's skills, he couldn't hurt anything, but the posture of landing was extremely embarrassing. After Song He landed, he was a little braver, at least his legs were no longer weak, but he still didn't dare to face the little black snake directly, so he flashed and hid behind his apprentice Qing Yang.

Qing Yang was of course in the same group with his master. Seeing that the little black snake was unreasonable and even wanted to attack him, he immediately prepared himself. He didn't know what he took out from his arms and threw it out casually. A yellow mist appeared in front of him instantly.

This yellow mist was realgar powder used to drive away snakes. Song He and Qing Yang often traveled around the world, and these were all necessary things. It was just that the little black snake appeared too suddenly just now, and Song He was born afraid of snakes, so he didn't react.

The little black snake was scared by the realgar powder and dared not to chase forward, but he did not retreat. He coiled not far in front of Qingyang, staring at the front with his tongue.

With Qingyang's buffer, Songhe finally breathed a sigh of relief, but thinking that he was scared by a snake and fell from the tree, and was forced to be in a hurry by a young man, he had not been so embarrassed for decades. He was furious, secretly holding a stone in his hand, and shouted: "Pi, if you don't come out to take care of it, I will not be polite. Don't blame me for bullying the weak when the time comes."

The master was born afraid of snakes, and he was not prepared just now, so he was scared. Now that he has recovered, it is naturally very easy to deal with a little black snake. Not to mention anything else, the stone in his hand can nail the little black snake to the ground.

"Master Songhe, please show mercy!" As soon as Songhe finished speaking, a loud voice came from a distance, and at the same time, a tall figure ran from the bottom of the mountain.

The figure was extremely tall, at least a head taller than an ordinary person, with a strong build, well-developed muscles, thick hair, and even dark and shiny skin. At first glance, he looked like a black bear spirit, and when he ran, it felt like the entire mountain was shaking.