The woman no longer spoke to him, but responded with a blow from her palm. This palm force had a hint of masculinity in it, which was very strange.

Song Qingshu instinctively counterattacked with his palm, but found that this woman's internal strength had actually reached the level of a master.

"She sounds like she is only seventeen or eighteen years old, but she is actually a grandmaster? This is too shocking." Secretary Song Qing didn't know the identity of this woman, and he should have known it.

Now we only found this place based on the information left by Zhang Sanfeng.

"Tai Chi Jin?" The woman also felt the power of Song Qingshu's palm, stopped her hand and asked, "Who are you, Master Zhang?"

Song Qingshu chuckled, "I am his disciple, Song Qingshu."

"Are you Song Qingshu?" The woman in white jumped up to Song Qingshu and looked at him carefully.

Only then did Song Qingshu see her appearance clearly. She was indeed a very beautiful woman, and she looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen years old. But it was incredible that someone at such a young age had the inner strength of a master.

"You are Song Qingshu, then you have to call me grandma." The woman in white said seriously.

"Grandma Grandma?" Song Qingshu looked at her, thinking she was joking.

"Zhenzhen Zhang had a close relationship with my master before. Although I look young, in fact I am already over seventy years old." The woman in white said in a childish voice, which sounded very weird.

She said she was seventy years old? Song Qingshu couldn't believe it, but her master's skills couldn't be faked. Could it be that she was really good at looking good? Song Qingshu thought to himself that only in this way could he explain why she was so young.

appearance and voice.

Song Qingshu could only recognize the young grandmother-in-law and explained his purpose of coming.

The woman in white nodded, and then said, "I owed Master Zhang a favor in my early years. Since he asked you to come to me, then I know it. You come with me."

As she spoke, the woman in white flew into the air. Obviously, this was also a very high level of lightness. Although Song Qingshu couldn't fly as high as her, he could still keep up with the help of the vines under the tree.

After passing through the corridor-like passage, we arrived at a dark tomb chamber. The woman in white turned on the lamp and pointed at the stone coffins on the left and right.

"The Nine Yin Scriptures you want are in this sarcophagus. Take a look for yourself. In this way, Master Zhang and I are settled. Under the second coffin on the right is the passage out."

Song Qingshu nodded, said thank you, pushed open the coffin lid, and carefully looked at the Nine Yin Scriptures engraved in the coffin by candlelight. These were similar and different from what he had in hand, but they were not complete.
Chapter completed!