Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

early morning.

On a huge bluestone at the back of Wudang Mountain.

A young man wearing a Taoist robe sat cross-legged.

He has delicate features and a certain dignity in his beauty.

An hour later, the young man stood up, took a long breath, and punched a set of Wudang fists on the bluestone.

The big opening and the big closing are quite popular.

"Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Song..."

"Uncle, please come over here."

"..."

Between the mountains and ridges, on a winding path, a figure appeared in it. Each step he took was five or six steps.

It gives people a sense of liveliness and elegance.

This is one of Wudang's unique skills, Tiyun Zong.

"Got it." Song Qingshu replied angrily. Even though the two of them were hundreds of meters apart, the sound reached the man's ears clearly.

The man's figure trembled, and he was secretly surprised.

Senior Brother Song has such strong internal strength.

He bowed slightly and turned to go down the mountain.

Song Qingshu looked at the festive scenes in Wudang Mountain and sighed.

"Grand Master's 100th birthday."

"The fifth uncle Zhang Cuishan, the fifth aunt Yin Susu, and Zhang Wuji are coming back."

"Wu-Dang is no longer peaceful."

"This time we must not let the tragedy of Fifth Master Zhang Cuishan and Fifth Aunt happen!"

He jumped away from the blue stone, came to the steps ten meters away, and headed towards the Wudang Mountain Hall.

He is not from this world. It has been almost thirteen years since he traveled through time and has completely integrated into this world.

Wudang Mountain is your home!

His identity is Song Qingshu, the son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang!

In these years, he often accompanied his third uncle Yu Daiyan, intentionally or unintentionally trying to persuade him about the past.

Just to prevent this tragedy.

…

In the Wudang Hall.

As the leader of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao arranged all this in an orderly manner.

Seeing his son coming in, he waved his hand to let the others go down.

All smiles on his face.

He is satisfied with this son, who is humble and sensible.

Not only that, his martial arts talent is also extremely high, even his master often praises him.

"Qingshu, I went to the back mountain to practice the exercises again."

"Father." Song Qingshu saluted slightly and said with a smile: "Wudang Kung Fu emphasizes step-by-step progress, and I don't dare to delay."

"Okay, okay, okay." Song Yuanqiao said three good words in a row.

The more you practice Wudang internal skills, the faster you will improve.

It’s good that Song Qingshu can remember one step at a time.

"sit."

Song Qingshu sat down slowly, with some confusion on his face.

"Why did father call me here?"

Song Yuanqiao sighed, thinking that his third brother Yu Daiyan was bedridden.

"Master's birthday is coming soon, so he should be happy."

"But your third master uncle thought of your fifth master uncle, and for a moment..."

"He was not in good health to begin with, so he was a little worried."

"I'm going to accompany your third uncle."

"I'll go right away!" Song Qingshu didn't hesitate after hearing this, he saluted slightly and stood up to leave.

Even if his father didn't say anything, he was still going to finish his morning exercises.

Fifth Master Zhang Cuishan is coming back soon, and there are some things that cannot be delayed.

Song Yuanqiao's expression softened when he saw Song Qingshu leaving.

Although the third brother saved his life, there was always something on his mind.

These brothers and sisters don’t know how to persuade them about many things.

Thanks to Song Qingshu these years.

At the beginning, Song Qingshu often went to his third brother Yu Daiyan, and he even scolded him several times.

Later, he discovered that his third brother's temperament had changed and he understood the reason.

The seven senior brothers are brothers, and Song Qingshu is the only descendant of the second generation of Wudang.

The third brother naturally regarded Song Qingshu as his own son.

Regardless of the many dissatisfaction in my heart, I will not show it in front of my descendants.

As time went by... I also had a thought in my heart that I loved Song Qingshu far more than his father.

In a separate courtyard.

Yu Daiyan sat on the bed, looking at the leaves outside the window, his eyes full of depression and nostalgia.

Listening to the noise outside, I couldn't help but think of 10 years ago.

At that time, the master's ninetieth birthday, the seven brothers gathered together.

And now...he has become a useless person.

The fifth brother's life or death is uncertain...

Creak...

The door was pushed open.

Yu Daiyan retracted his downcast eyes, with a smile on his face.

"Qingshu is here."

"Just finished morning practice."

Song Qingshu smiled and said: "It doesn't count, it's a little early today."

"Call father."

As he spoke, he arranged the wheelchair not far away.

Yu Daiyan is a smart person and has already guessed the meaning.

The eldest brother must have asked Qingshu to come over. Looking at Song Qingshu, who was already showing his talent, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Qingshu."

"Come, sit down."

Song Qingshu put down what he was doing and sat next to Yu Daiyan.

When he came in, he saw that Third Master Uncle looked wrong, but he only calmed down when he arrived.

"Third Master Uncle, do you have something to give me?"

Yu Daiyan sighed with some emotion in his words: "In a blink of an eye, you are also thirteen years old."

"I heard from your father that you went down to Wudang Mountain once at the beginning of the year."

"Yes." Song Qingshu nodded. He did go there once at the end of the year.

He told some of the details without hiding anything.

It wasn't anything big that time. I just accompanied my father to deal with some political issues. Most of them were watching and listening.

Yu Daiyan listened quietly and did not ask any questions.

Song Qingshu didn't speak until he finished speaking.

"Qingshu, what do you think of this world?"

Song Qingshu didn't know how to answer for a while. The world was more chaotic than he thought.

In other words, it’s a mess.

"chaos."

"It's a mess."

“It’s rare for Wudang to be at peace.”

Yu Daiyan felt it and said: "Yes, this world is in chaos."

"So we, my generation, should be more obligated to do so."

"Qingshu, remember the responsibility of Wudang!"

"Qingshu please remember this," Song Qingshu said.

He actually has a lot of ideas in his mind, or he doesn't agree with them.

But he never said it.

This world is not his original world, whether it is good or evil, it makes no sense and is not logical.

What's more, he is just a junior.

Now I am leaning against the big trees in Wudang Mountain to enjoy the cool air, and it is unrealistic to change other people's minds.

"Push me out for a walk." Yu Daiyan also felt this today.

Song Qingshu is no longer young now, and he has some things to deal with.

Although Song Qingshu is talented and intelligent, he is still worried about going astray.

Everywhere on Wudang Mountain is busy and decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

Although the master doesn't like complicated etiquette, Wudang Mountain still attaches great importance to it.

Every birthday is a gathering for everyone in Wudang.

In the corridor outside the house.

Yu Daiyan looked at everything outside and asked, "Qingshu, has your second uncle come back?"

"It's been a while."

Song Qingshu responded: "It should be soon. Maybe the fifth uncle will come back this time."

"They seem to have found clues to Xie Xun."

"Yes?" Yu Daiyan said kindly, with some surprise in his words.

"Qingshu, do you also know about Xie Xun?"

The wheelchair stopped and Song Qingshu sat at the foot of the steps to look at his third uncle.

"Third Master Uncle, I am not young now. I have investigated some things from back then."

"Back then, you always had interactions with the Haisha Sect, and the chaos caused by the Dragon Slayer Sword."

"Wait...I know something."

"However, no matter how detailed it is, my father and other uncles rarely mentioned these things."

Yu Daiyan was a little confused at first, and then his frown relaxed.

"Your father and other uncles must have asked you to investigate on purpose."

Song Qingshu said: "It should be so. After all, Wudang can hide nothing from the masters."

"Now the Dragon Sword has caused chaos in the world."

"Sooner or later I'm going to join this world. It's not a bad thing to know more."

Yu Daiyan saw that Song Qingshu was about to speak, as if he wanted to ask something.

"What's wrong? Do you have any doubts?"

"It's because the other uncles don't want to tell you. They want to know something from me."

Song Qingshu did have something to say, but he also knew that what happened back then was an eternal pain in Third Master Uncle's heart.

"There are some."

"The third uncle was injured back then!"

"Tell me." Yu Daiyan looked at Song Qingshu lovingly.

"You have been with me a lot these years. If you have any doubts, Third Uncle, let me know."

"It's okay if the other junior uncles find out. If there is any problem, the third junior uncle will take care of it with you."

Song Qingshu took a deep breath: "Thank you, Third Master Uncle."

"Uncle Third Master, with your strength back then, ordinary people can't hurt you."

"Even if it's a side theory, it's impossible."

Yu Daiyan did not respond, but looked at Song Qingshu calmly.

He felt that this nephew might have found something.

Or have any ideas.

"What do you want to say?"

"Sky Eagle Cult!" Song Qingshu said three words seriously.

Yu Daiyan smiled, all seven of his senior brothers knew these things, but the younger generation didn't know.

"Yes, continue."

"What else did I check?"

Song Qingshu looked at Yu Daiyan's smile and hesitated for a long time: "Uncle Third Master, have you ever thought about revenge?"

"In other words, who has the greater hatred in your heart?"

"Is it the person who poisoned you, or the person who made you paralyzed?"

Yu Daiyan's eyes focused on him. He knew that Song Qingshu had been smart since he was a child, so he must have something to say when he asked these questions now.

"Tell me why you ask."

When Song Qingshu decided to speak, he had some thoughts in his mind.

"Uncle Third Master, you have doted on me since I was a child, so I made up my mind very early on to find out what happened."

“So I looked up a lot of stuff.”

"I'll tell you my speculation, what do you think..."

Yu Daiyan closed his eyes slightly. This was an eternal pain in his heart that he didn't want to mention.

But for his nephew, he had to reopen this scar.

Not to feel relieved, but to see how my nephew has grown.

This is Wudang’s future hope, the eldest brother’s son!

"good."

"you say!"