Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

this……

Jing Bufan looked at Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Xue in silence.

He originally planned to take Song Qingshu there to see the situation there, or rather the battle situation, and force Song Qingshu to compromise.

Now...it's impossible.

"Accident?"

Jing Bufan looked at Song Qingshu's figure and muttered to himself.

He had talked a lot with Song Qingshu before, and Song Qingshu's reaction couldn't be faked.

Song Qingshu definitely didn't know that Yang Xue and Zhang Zhenren would come.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let go before.

"call……"

Jing Bufan took a long breath, knowing that he couldn't leave.

Now we can only count on the top experts.

In a moment...

Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Xueting came to them.

"Go." Zhang Sanfeng saw the helplessness and excitement in Song Qingshu's eyes and smiled.

"I'll talk to Jing Bufan."

While talking, he slowly sat next to the fire.

Jing Bufan slightly saluted Master Zhang: "I have met Master Zhang."

"Just watch." Zhang Sanfeng nodded to Jing Bufan.

"Yes." Jing Bufan responded respectfully and sat down directly.

He definitely won't do it.

Master Zhang would not take action against the juniors.

He knew very well that no matter whether Zhang Zhenren was injured or not, he would not take action.

Master Zhang is a great master. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. As long as you do it yourself, no matter what happens to Master Zhang, you will die.

"Let's go." Yang Xue glanced at Song Qingshu: "The situation over there is not good."

"I came here after receiving a message, but someone couldn't come."

Song Qingshu's heart tightened, and he bowed slightly to Zhang Sanfeng: "Master, I'm going."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly.

Song Qingshu and Yang Xue looked at each other and directly used Qinggong to leave.

Both of them knew very well that the final result was all on the battlefield over there, and they had to hurry up.

Under the dark night, the two of them were extremely fast and quickly disappeared into the night.

Song Qingshu was not worried about the safety of Grand Master. As long as Jing Bufan was not stupid, he would not take action. If he takes action, he will die.

Jing Bufan looked at Yang Xue and Song Qingshu who had disappeared, and said, "Master Zhang, Song Qingshu came in after all."

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "He chooses his own path and walks on his own."

"He can come in if he wants to."

"The same goes for you. You were the successor of the Mongolian martial arts world."

"Finally...I came to the Central Plains."

"If you focus on martial arts, it's impossible to do it behind closed doors."

Jing Bufan nodded, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

He first came into contact with the martial arts in the Central Plains when he was almost thirty years old.

The reason is simple, loneliness.

It’s extremely cold at high places.

At that time, he was like Song Qingshu now, invincible.

If martial arts wants to progress, it must have opponents, so he entered the Central Plains.

This is also the reason why Zhongyuan Wulin and Yuanshi have always been in opposition, restricting each other's progress.

The other side.

Song Qingshu had been following Yang Xue. At this time, the two of them had left the plain and were going down the river.

"How far is it?" Song Qingshu asked.

Yang Xue said in a deep voice: "Hurry up, the place they chose is a bit far away from the battlefield."

"They are mainly prepared to stall for time."

Song Qingshu looked at Yang Xue's hurried figure, and his heart tightened. The situation might really be as bad as he feared.

Shortly after……

The sound of fighting began to ring in Song Qingshu's ears.

Yang Xue also heard it, and the two of them rushed over quickly without saying anything.

river bank.

Six people were fighting together, and four people surrounded two people.

Among the two people surrounded, one of them Song Qingshu knew was Shangguan Yinghao whom he had met.

The other person is Du You, the butcher.

Although the two of them were surrounded, they didn't panic at all.

Shangguan Yinghao is a strong man, and every time he swings the long sword in his hand, the opponent must give in.

The long knife is very big, but it is extremely light in the hands of Shangguan Yinghao.

Du You held a butcher's knife in one hand and a sharpening stone in the other. The butcher's knife was small, but he could shoot it very quickly, very quickly.

Shangguan Yinghao and Du You cooperated perfectly. One person's long sword has great intimidation power, and the other person supports them.

Du You is extremely fast. Every time Shangguan Yinghao takes action, Du You can quickly stop others from taking action against Shangguan Yinghao.

Not only that, but the whetstone in the other hand can also block attacks.

"The reckless Shangguan Yinghao and the butcher Du You!" Yang Xue looked at the situation over there and quickly told Song Qingshu the situation.

As soon as the two arrived, the six people in the battle noticed it.

"Haha, Yang Yatou is here." Shangguan Yinghao laughed and waved the long knife in his hand wildly.

Du You chuckled and said to the Yuanshi people: "Old guy, you are going to die today."

"It looks like Jing Bufan was stopped."

"Guess who it is, guys."

While speaking, while wielding the butcher's knife, the whetstone in his left hand suddenly showed a strange change, and he smashed it towards a person.

"Go help others!" Du You laughed loudly after forcing the man back.

"Fight each other!" Song Qingshu looked at the butcher knife and whetstone in Du You's hand, his eyes focused.

The moment Du You took action, he clearly felt two different martial arts.

All he could think of was Zhou Botong's skill of mutual exchange.

"Haha, boy, you are knowledgeable!" Du You burst into laughter.

As if to verify Song Qingshu's words, Du You took action with the butcher's knife and the whetstone at the same time, while fending off one person.

"Reckless man!"

Shangguan Yinghao chuckled and swept the long knife in his hand. The space that was originally compressed between the two of them was enlarged again.

The four men had to step back.

"A heavy weight seems to be a light thing, what the hell." Song Qingshu's face twitched.

In his memory, Yang Guo seemed to have used heavy weapons and heavy swords, so that he could lift weight as if it were light weight.

This Shangguan Yinghao was so powerful that ordinary people couldn't even do what he did just now.

He didn't know how heavy the knife in Shangguan Yinghao's hand was, but he was sure it was not light.

At least fifty pounds.

Such a heavy weapon felt like his own arm in Shangguan Yinghao's hands.

"Haha, you are knowledgeable." Shangguan Yinghao laughed wildly.

"Go to other places. It's fine here. We'll be attacked once in a few years. Get used to it."

Yang Xue nodded to the two seniors and turned to look at Song Qingshu.

"Let's go."

"No problem here."

Song Qingshu glanced at the battlefield and left directly with Yang Xue.

He was extremely shocked.

Whether it is Shangguan Yinghao, Du You, or the four members of Yuanshi, these people are all very strong.

The battle between a few people seems simple, but it is full of dangers.

Great simplicity!

These people have all developed their own styles, or have begun to integrate martial arts, and are no longer limited to moves.

"You're shocked, right?" Yang Xue saw Song Qingshu's shock.

Others might not be able to see the battle of the older generation, but Song Qingshu definitely can.

She knew very well that Master Zhang must have attracted Song Qingshu during his years in Wudang.

"Yes." Song Qingshu took a deep breath.

The older generation's fighting surprised him.

"Is this the case for you too? You have your own style and fighting style, which is not limited to moves."

There was a trace of disappointment in Yang Xue's eyes, and she shook her head slightly: "No."

"The starting point is too high, and it is difficult to achieve success!"

"It's the same for you and me."

Song Qingshu was shocked. The starting point was too high and it was difficult to achieve great things.

He understood what Yang Xue meant. Both of them had too high a starting point.

In other words, they have too many choices, so they rarely specialize.

"You should be faster than me."

"In other words, you walk faster than me."

"You're exposed to it early."

Yang Xue turned to look at Song Qing, with a trace of doubt in her eyes: "Why do you think I am much better than you."

"We are similar in age. I have someone to teach me, and you have Master Zhang behind you."

"I've always been curious about why you think I'm so much better than you."

"No... isn't it?" Song Qingshu was a little overwhelmed by Yang Xue's question.

Yang Xue really lost to Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu was confident in everyone, but why did he always feel inferior to himself.

"I may be a little faster than you, but not by much."

"Wudang's martial arts can make up for many shortcomings."

"Everyone's style and martial arts fusion are basically based on internal strength. Without internal strength, everything is empty talk."

"In some ways, I have more choices than you."

"My grandfather Yang Guo and my grandmother Xiao Longnu left behind many, many martial arts skills."

"And other people taking care of it."

"For example, the Southern Emperor inheritance, the Eastern Evil inheritance, the Western Poison inheritance, the Northern Beggar inheritance, and the Middle Divine Power inheritance."

"I was able to learn all the five unique traditions of the Central Plains back then."

"Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, Yi Jin Jing, etc..."

"I was born well, so as long as I want to learn Central Plains martial arts, everyone is open to me."

"How fast do you think...I can go."

Song Qingshu could feel the helplessness and complexity in Yang Xue's heart.

There are so many choices.

The Central Plains Five Arts inheritance, Shaolin... other sects, all can be chosen.

With such resources, Yang Xue can make up for many shortcomings.

If you have a lot to learn, you will rely on exercises, just like when he went to Shaolin.

I know a lot, but it's messy and messy, and I'm not good at anything.

It's okay to face ordinary people, but once you face top experts, your shortcomings are exposed.

"When did Senior Ximen tell you?"

Yang Xue smiled and said: "I didn't say anything, just like Master Zhang treated you back then."

"A miserable failure."

"That's the person you restrained today, Jing Bufan."

"Jing Bufan has been in Mongolia. He is the next generation successor of the Mongolian martial arts world. Like me, he has high hopes from the Central Plains."

"You fought to the death in Shaolin because you knew very well that you could fall anywhere, but you must not fall in Shaolin."

"So you work hard and give it all you have."

"I...was the same back then."

"The Central Plains and Mongolia have been at war with each other. I can fall anywhere, even in the hands of other Yuanshi people, but not Jing Bufan."

"Because I represent the final confidence of the Central Plains martial arts community in the future, and Jing Bufan does the same."

"But... I failed, failed miserably, even worse than you did in Shaolin."

"At least you rushed through. In some ways, you won, while I completely failed."

"At that moment, all my pride, support, and future were shattered."

Song Qingshu could feel Yang Xue's situation at that time, because he was in the same situation in Shaolin.

That kind of despair, helplessness, unwillingness.

He was luckier than Yang Xue, because before he went to Shaolin, Yang Xue gave him the Nine Yin Manual and he won.

Maybe it was because Yang Xue understood the pain that she helped herself.

Let him retain his remaining pride.

"I will accompany you down the road from now on."

At this moment, Yang Xue and Song Qingshu's eyes intertwined.

There are no words, but it contains thousands of words.

The two figures continued to rush towards the distance.

Not long after, the two saw three people fighting in the woods.

"Hurry!" Yang Xue looked at the voice in front of her, suddenly startled in her eyes, and shouted in a low voice.

"That's the leader of the Beggar Clan. He's injured! Damn it!"

Song Qingshu was shocked, the leader of the Beggar Clan.

Shi Huolong?

Isn’t this man useless?

Looking around, on the treetops, a middle-aged man resisted the attacks of two people. Most of the middle-aged men were dodging and rarely fought back.

Occasionally, a palm shot was so powerful that the two people had to retreat.

boom! !

When Yang Xue was a few feet away, she threw out the long sword in her hand.

"roll!"

At the same time, the sonic power attacks directly.

Song Qingshu was not idle either. He threw the long sword in his hand directly, and with the powerful internal energy, his speed was no slower than Yang Xue's.

The two long swords, one behind the other, faced the two people in Yuanshi.

While forcing the two men in the Yuan room to retreat, they turned Song Qingshu back into Yang Xue's hands again.

Behind the two of them in the air were six afterimages.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Shi Huolong, the leader of the Beggar Clan.

"Yang Xue, Song Qingshu!" Shi Huolong was overjoyed when he saw the two of them. Instead of retreating, he rushed forward.

"I'll come this way!"

"go there!!"

"Dongfang Ya is injured!! You go over there, quickly!!"

As he spoke, his hands moved rapidly, and a strong internal energy spread from the surroundings.

This is exactly the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Clan.

At this time, Shi Huolong was much more proactive than before when he was only passively counterattacking.

He had been avoiding it before because he was afraid of an accident. Because Dongfang Ya was injured, he had to drag the two of them.

Now that Yang Xue and Song Qingshu are here, there is no need to avoid them.

He is already injured and won't last long, so it's worth trying to replace him!