Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

The duo's ensemble had more flavor than Song Qingshu's previous solo.

Song Qingshu was completely spontaneous at this time, and the rhythm was fast and slow.

The strange thing is that the woman in yellow seems to have the same mind as Song Qingshu. No matter what Song Qingshu is doing, the ensemble is a perfect match.

When Song Qingshu reacted, he was extremely surprised.

Who is that woman opposite... who can detect his changes and keep up with his rhythm.

Looking up again, the distance between the two ships was still so far that he still couldn't see clearly.

The yellow shirt and long skirt can only be seen vaguely.

"That voice before."

Song Qingshu was secretly surprised. He didn't care before, but now that he thinks about it...

The two were so far apart, but the voice was so clear.

This man has so much inner strength.

The ensemble echoed on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and Song Qingshu and the woman in yellow had stopped.

"The girl has a good piano sound."

Song Qingshu shouted, there was nothing he could do because they were too far apart.

"Young Master, you're welcome." The clear and sweet voice sounded in Song Qingshu's ears again.

at the same time.

The woman in yellow clothes jumped up from the merchant ship and flew directly over.

She is graceful and beautiful, with a slightly pale complexion.

The woman in yellow shirt landed lightly one meter away from Song Qingshu, and bowed slightly: "I'm presumptuous."

Song Qingshu quickly responded: "You're welcome, you're welcome."

"Girl, please sit down."

I was extremely surprised. I jumped directly from a distance of dozens of feet. What kind of internal strength does this require?

Moreover, this woman looked small, about the same size as him.

"I want to know who wrote the lyrics and music, so I take the liberty of interrupting." The woman in yellow shirt nodded with a smile and sat down slowly.

Song Qingshu stood up and poured a glass of wine for Miss Yang: "This song was written by our ancestors."

"Oh..." A hint of surprise appeared in the woman's eyes: "I wonder which famous master the young master is."

"Wudang, Song Qingshu!" Song Qingshu laughed.

The woman in the yellow shirt smiled: "Song Gong, if there are other famous names, I may not know them, but I know about Wudang."

"Zhenzhen Zhang doesn't have this kind of music."

"I'm afraid not the Wu-Dang Seven."

"I know a little bit about all the famous songs in the world, but I have never heard of these lyrics and music."

Song Qingshu looked at the woman's smile and was slightly absent-minded: "Senior from the girl's family, have you ever met my great master?"

"My surname is Yang, Yang Xue." The woman in yellow shirt smiled: "My family has a deep connection with Wudang Mountain."

"Mr. Song, you should have written this song."

"Young hero, worthy of his name."

Song Qingshu was suddenly shocked.

Your surname is Yang?

Yellow shirt?

Do you know the Grand Master?

This this……

Although there was panic in his heart, his face did not fluctuate much.

"You're welcome, Miss Yang. It was indeed written by our ancestors. I just use it."

Yang Xue didn't dwell on this topic anymore and smiled sweetly: "Young Master Song's music is admirable, but I don't know how his calligraphy is."

"Zhenren Zhang's calligraphy is admirable."

Song Qingshu felt a little strange. Did he want to see his calligraphy?

In other words... a comparison.

Yang Xue is about the same age as him, is she competitive?

"How is Miss Yang's calligraphy?"

"I know a little bit." Yang Xue said modestly,

"I wonder if Mr. Song can give me some advice."

"Miss Yang wants to see it, so I'll show off my shame." Song Qingshu smiled.

The woman in yellow shirt is a legend.

I didn't expect to meet him so early.

There was an ensemble before Yinlu, and he managed to tie the knot with his previous life's "Laughter from the Sea".

In terms of music alone, Yang Xue's qin skills are much better than his erhu.

He can't match his internal strength, which can be seen from the opponent's previous leap.

Calligraphy...maybe that will work.

After all, he has been with Grand Master for so many years.

If that doesn't work, just imitate Zhang Cuishan's fifth master and cheat, and just use the twenty-four characters of the Twenty-Cross-Character Technique.

"Lao Qi." Song Qingshu shouted.

Qi Mu went down consciously when Yang Xue came over.

Now I heard the call and walked up quickly.

"Master." Qi Mu bowed slightly to the two of them.

"Prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones." Song Qingshu smiled: "This is Miss Yang."

"I've met Miss Yang." Qi Mu saluted respectfully to Yang Xue and quickly went down to prepare.

Yang Xue nodded slightly, resting her chin on the table with her left hand, looking at Song Qingshu curiously.

"Mr. Song, how old are you this year?"

Song Qingshu felt strange in his heart and asked about his age?

"14 years old."

"Miss Yang..."

As he said this, he stopped and asked the woman her age and what was inappropriate about it.

"I'm 15." Yang Xue seemed to know what Song Qingshu wanted to ask, and didn't mind at all with a faint smile on her face: "I'm older than you."

"You want to call me sister."

"Uh." Song Qingshu looked confused at the smile on Yang Xue's face.

What are you thinking about?

elder sister?

It's not okay to try to take advantage.

Maybe Yang Xue is younger than me?

The more beautiful a woman is, the better she is at lying. This is a famous saying!

"Sir, Miss Yang."

At this time, Qi Mu just came up.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed directly on the table.

Yang Xuejian stretched out his hand directly: "Master Song, please."

Song Qingshu still had some mysterious feelings towards Yang Xue at first, but they had disappeared by now.

According to memory, the woman in yellow shirt looked 25-26 when she appeared on the stage.

Now just about the same age as him.

Just compare, who is afraid of whom?

"Okay!" Song Qingshu was not modest either.

Since Yang Xue is competing, let's have a king bomb.

Direct twenty-four exercises!

He has no doubt about Yang Xue's identity. At such a young age, with such internal strength, there is no other person except the woman in yellow shirt.

Pick up your pen and meditate.

The writing is like a dragon, and the pen is like a sharp edge.

[The supreme king of martial arts, slaying dragons with his precious sword, commands the world, no one dares to disobey, no one can stand up to the sky, who can compete with him? 】

Yang Xue has been paying attention to Song Qingshu, from picking up the pen to writing, and still focusing on it.

She knew that Song Qingshu must have some background.

But when these words came out, she was shocked.

This word...

Soft and twisty, erratic, free and easy, bold and a bit bohemian.

It is similar to Song Qingshu's previous song "A Smile from the Sea".

"Kung Fu!"

Song Qingshu was shocked, what kind of insight was this.

You can tell just by looking at it.

But I feel relieved when I think about it. The descendants of the Condor Heroes and martial arts classics can probably fill a warehouse.

She probably wouldn't even take a look at what countless people worked so hard to obtain.

It's strange that this family has no experience.

"Miss Yang is right."

"how……"

"Young Master Song is very competitive." Yang Xue looked at Song Qingshu with a half-smile.

Song Qingshu looked a little embarrassed when he looked at Yang Xue.

But it's okay.

Can resist.

See through, see through.

"Miss Yang has an extraordinary melody and deep inner strength. I'm afraid I can't do it without some tricks."

"It's embarrassing."

Yang Xue smiled sweetly, her eyes seemed to see something through, but she didn't care at all.

"This should be deduced by Master Zhang because of the dragon-slaying knife, right?"

"Yes." Song Qingshu didn't hide it either.

“I’ve gained some insights over the years.”

"I'm afraid Mr. Song has made a miscalculation." Yang Xue smiled sweetly and rolled up her sleeves.

"Unfortunately, it seems that there are elders in my family who also perform deductions."

"Master Song, look at how my seniors are doing."

Song Qingshu felt bitter in his heart, thinking that he was playing with fire.

There are also experts in other families.

But it’s okay, if you lose, you lose.

He just saw that Yang Xue was as old as him and wanted to compare.

Just admit it if you can't beat it, there's no shame in it.

His Wudang background is indeed not weak, but it is still inferior to Yang Xue.

"I grind for girls."

"please!"

"Trouble." Yang Xue nodded slightly and started writing.

Compared with Song Qing's calligraphy, Yang Xue's calligraphy is slender, soft, thin and graceful, giving people the impression that it is just one word.

"quiet."

【Huashan tournament】

"How?" Yang Xue stopped writing and looked at Song Qingshu, her eyes were very different.

It's a little less casual and playful, but more restrained.

This look seemed to be more than just a calligraphy competition with Song Qingshu.

More because he wanted to see Song Qingshu's understanding.