Rebirth of Song Qingshu

Chapter 84 The Bloodline of the Old Naughty Boy

Song Qingshu walked out of the small courtyard. The courtyard was deep and there were many attics. It was a sunny March with smoke from willows, falling flowers, and butterflies fluttering. He sighed deeply, looked back at the two people staying in the house, turned around and left without saying a word.

I think back when I brought Zhou Zhiruo back to Wudang from Hanshui River, I just had a mentality that I didn’t want the tragedy of Zhou Zhiruo in the original work to happen again, and wanted to change something.

But people are all animals with emotions. Later, as I got along with the little Lolita, every little bit, every little bit, was so warm.

The little girl was well-behaved and lovely, she was meticulous when practicing, and she never cut corners. After she left, she kept watch in front of the mountain gate every day. All of this changed her original mentality towards Zhou Zhiruo little by little.

Now, the little girl has one more brother and one more person who loves her. Song Qingshu is also sincerely happy for her.

Song Qingshu shook his head. We have a growing up daughter in our family, and we should learn to let go when it’s time to let go.

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After lunch, Song Qingshu returned to the room again. This time Zhou Niantong and Zhou Zhiruo did not continue to ignore him.

However, Song Qingshu became a villain and inevitably asked a question, "Why did you abandon Zhiruo in the first place?"

As soon as these words came out, the room instantly became deathly silent.

Looking at the expressionless Song Qingshu and the red-eyed Zhou Zhiruo, Zhou Niantong shook his head in embarrassment.

"Actually, it's a long story." Zhou Nian said.

"In that case, let's keep the story short." Song Qingshu replied calmly.

Zhou Niantong thought for a while and slowly told what happened that year.

"My ancestor was Zhou Botong, who dominated the world in the late Southern Song Dynasty. Later he lived in seclusion in Baihua Valley. When he was old, he had a son named Zhou Sitong, who is also my father."

"Your ancestor is the old naughty boy Zhou Botong?" Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Niantong in shock, and then at Zhou Zhiruo. Could it be that Zhou Zhiruo is also Zhou Botong's granddaughter? This world is too crazy.

"Hey, do you know, my grandfather?" Zhou Niantong asked curiously.

"Dong Xi, Xi Kuang, Nan Di, Bei Xia, Zhong Naughty Boy, the five most powerful people in the late Southern Song Dynasty, how could I not know about them?" Song Qingshu said angrily.

"Oh." Zhou Niantong nodded, without too much entanglement on the above, and continued, "Although my grandfather came of age and had a son, my father's talent is not good. He can barely reach the level of a first-class master and is far from being able to inherit my grandfather's mantle.

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"Later, after my grandfather passed away, my father traveled around the world and met my mother. The two fell in love with each other and gave birth to my little sister and me."

"Originally, our family should have lived a happy life, but something unexpected happened from heaven. Not long after my little sister was born, the news leaked out from somewhere, which attracted the attention of the court and wanted him to serve the Tatars, but they didn't say it was

Serve the Tatars, and my father originally wanted to live a life of leisurely clouds and wild cranes, so it was natural for him to refuse."

"However, these people saw that my father was unwilling to serve, so they paid attention to the martial arts secrets. However, these were all left by my grandfather. How could my father let them be lost in his own hands? So they rose up to resist, but unfortunately they were outnumbered. They had no choice but to

After getting off, they separated and ran away."

"My father took me with me, and my mother took my younger sister. Unfortunately, the Tatars were too powerful and the world was so vast that they had no place to stay. In the end, my father handed me over to an old servant who was saved by my grandfather back then.

, I went to lure away the thieves myself, and the same goes for my mother. For the sake of my little sister, I finally had to leave my little sister behind and lure away the enemies myself."

Zhou Zhiruo was already crying when she said this. Zhou Niantong's eyes were red and he looked depressed. Song Qingshu remained silent.

"I didn't expect that things turned out to be like this." Song Qingshu broke the somewhat depressing silence for a long time, took a breath and said, "But fortunately, all the hardships have come to an end. You have all grown up successfully. It is a joy to see the brothers and sisters reunited. If your parents are still here in heaven,

You have spirits, and I don’t want you to be sad.”

"My parents' hatred is irreconcilable. I will definitely kill all the Tatars." Zhou Zhiruo said coldly.

Song Qingshu was stunned when he saw it. In his previous life, Master Miejie asked Zhou Zhiruo to find the Yitian Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Sword to conquer Emei for her own selfish desires, and then expelled the Tartars and restored the Han Dynasty. Unexpectedly, she would not be able to escape in this life.

Drop the spell that will destroy the Tatars.

"Well said." Zhou Niantong greatly appreciated Zhou Zhiruo's words. "The damn Tatars not only killed my parents, they also killed Uncle Wang who raised me last time. I and them are inseparable.

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At the same time, he glanced at Song Qingshu and said, "If it hadn't been for Song Qingshu last time, I would have killed the little Tatar prince."

"Just because you are still seriously injured and want to kill others, you will be lucky if you don't let others light the sky lantern." Song Qingshu sneered at Zhou Niantong's words.

"If I can't do it, I still have you." Zhou Niantong said very bachelorly.

"I..." Song Qingshu was stunned. It would be a lie to say that he didn't want to kill Wang Baobao. Since he had already offended him, of course he had to eradicate it. The reason why he let them go last time was because Wang Baobao was there.

The Wudang Sect disappears nearby, which will implicate Wudang. Secondly, his internal strength disappears. He had a battle with the old man surnamed Sun before, which was mentally draining. In addition, although Wang Baobao cannot be said to be very powerful, he does have a magic weapon in his hand.

It was the nemesis of his Dragon Elephant Bo Ruo Gong, and the previously unknown Zhou Niantong who was hiding in the dark. He was so scrupulous that he did not kill him.

"Yes, don't you think about it, you have already offended someone so badly. These princes and nobles usually have to retaliate for their anger. You don't expect that they will turn their hostility into friendship with you, right?" Seeing that Song Qingshu was a little moved, Zhou Niantong struck while the iron was hot.

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"In this case, let's just do it without stopping." Song Qingshu said, "But we can't be near Wudang. We have to wait until they leave, and we will take action halfway." Song Qingshu was still worried that the Wudang sect would be involved.

"You agree?" Zhou Niantong was stunned, obviously not expecting Song Qingshu to agree so easily.

Song Qingshu glanced at Zhou Niantong lightly and said, "Don't you just want me to agree."

"Hehehe." Zhou Niantong didn't answer, but pretended to smile.

Song Qingshu ignored him and said, "Next, you can rest peacefully and recuperate. When they leave Wudang, there will be disciples who will report back. Then we will choose a time to take action."

"Master, I want to go too." Zhou Zhiruo said at this time.

"no."

"no."

Without thinking, Song Qingshu and Zhou Niantong immediately rejected it at the same time.

Song Qingshu glanced at Zhou Niantong and said to Zhou Zhiruo, "You are not good at martial arts. If you go, you will only drag us down. If you want revenge, you can't do it now. When you are successful in martial arts, there will be plenty of opportunities."

"Yes, your master is right." Zhou Niantong rarely agreed.