Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

In the back mountain of Wudang, there are cypress trees with straight and towering trunks, as if they are the guardians of the earth, standing between heaven and earth.

Its bark is rough and thick, covered with traces of time, as if telling stories of historical changes and the passage of time.

The branches extend in all directions, and underneath are densely packed tombstones.

This is the final destination of the sacrificed disciples of Wudang in the past dynasties.

The scorching sun shone on Song Qingshu through the leaves swaying in the wind.

The leaves swaying in the wind and the swaying sunlight seem to be telling something.

Song Qingshu stood here for a long time, holding Zhang Yuan in his arms, and his inner energy was constantly flowing into Zhang Yuan's body.

Under the scorching sun, cold air flowed out of Zhang Yuan's body.

From Xinghe City to Wudang, Song Qingshu has been using his internal strength to keep Zhang Yuan's body from changing, and this continues to this day.

"Brother, the Central Plains will calm down...for sure." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Yuan in his arms and let out a sigh.

From Xinghe to Wudang, Zhang Yuan, who had never left Song Qingshu's arms, was let go by Song Qingshu at this moment.

At this moment, several figures slowly walked over from a distance.

Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu, Liu Bai and other eleven people, including Youlan Zhuya, Yang Xue, all came.

"Son..."

"elder brother……"

"Qingshu..."

"..."

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu and shouted. Song Qingshu did not look back, but leaned down and picked up a handful of soil.

"Let's send them off when they're all here."

Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu and others walked over and made the same movements as Song Qingshu.

They were prepared to face Song Qingshu's wrath before they came, but none of this happened.

Calm... unusually calm.

But it was this kind of calmness that made everyone so panicked that they did not dare to look at Song Qingshu at all.

Time passes quietly like this...

After everyone buried Zhang Yuan, Zhang Wuji's long-squeezed emotions finally broke out at this moment, and he knelt in front of Zhang Yuan's tomb.

No words, no sounds, no tears...

He was kneeling like this, so ordinary, so silent.

But everyone understood that Zhang Wuji had no tears anymore, and he no longer knew how to express it.

Self-blame and regret were buried deeply in his heart.

Someone once said that a person's sadness is not tears, but silence.

This sentence couldn't be more suitable to describe Zhang Wuji now.

"Xue'er, you go and arrange other things." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji in front of him without any persuasion, inquiry, or stopping. He just turned to look at Yang Xue and others.

Yang Xue nodded, and when passing by the silent Qi Mu and others, she looked at everyone comfortingly and shook her head slightly.

On the way back with Song Qingshu, the girls could see the change in Song Qingshu even though Song Qingshu remained silent.

Song Qingshu was indeed angry at first, but he calmed down later.

Some things have happened and cannot be changed.

The trees made a rustling sound due to the breeze, which echoed in everyone's ears. Flocks of birds appeared on the horizon, but there was no sound, and it was unusually calm.

Depressed, everything is so depressing.

The atmosphere is suffocating.

I don’t know how long it took, but the deafening sound of eagles came from the sky.

"Ming..."

"Ming..."

It was crisp and had an unparalleled penetrating sound. However, all of this did not attract anyone's attention at all, as if nothing could interrupt this depression and contemplation.

However, this eagle seemed to appear deliberately to break this pressure.

High in the sky, the white eagle spread its wings as white as snow and swooped down at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, it stood on the cypress tree above Zhang Yuan, looking at Song Qingshu with vivid eyes, waving its wings and sending out strong winds.

Song Qingshu looked at the letter at Bai Ying's feet in front of him. He was silent for a long time, and then a complicated voice sounded: "Master... do you know everything?"

"bring it on."

Song Qingshu stretched out his arm, like a black eagle receiving a sky eagle.

The white eagle did move, but it landed not on the arm, but on Song Qingshu's shoulder, rubbing its head back and forth on Song Qingshu's face.

Song Qingshu showed a long-lost smile, touched Bai Ying's head, and took the letter: "Go back."

The white eagle hovered over Song Qingshu and others for a few times, then let out a deafening eagle cry and spread its wings to fly high.

Chirp...

Huhu...

For a moment, countless birds in the back mountain screamed in terror, and then they all rushed into the sky, as if they were escaping.

Looking around, the sky is full of birds, colorful under the sunlight.

Such a big move made everyone look up, except Zhang Wuji...

Song Qingshu looked at the sky for a long time. It was not until the sky regained its calmness that he turned to Qi Mu and the others. Then he walked towards a huge bluestone in the distance and sat down slowly.

Qi Mu and others knew what Young Master Song Qingshu meant, and everyone looked at Zhang Wuji who was kneeling down with complicated eyes, and then walked towards Song Qingshu.

"Have the arrangements been made at Zhang Yuan's house?" Song Qingshu's calm voice sounded.

Qi Mu's hoarse voice sounded: "It's arranged."

Song Qingshu nodded, and a voice without sadness or joy sounded: "Do you want to take revenge?"

"Think!" Qi Mu and the other eleven people said in unison.

"Who are you looking for?" A self-deprecating smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face.

"Jing Bufan and others? The eleven people from Yuanshi who practice the Long Snake Sutra? Or all of Yuanshi?"

"still me?"

"I have the ability to stop you from messing around. I can change everything, but I don't."

As he spoke, Song Qingshu laughed at himself: "It's just for the so-called overall situation."

Qi Mu and others looked at Song Qingshu's self-deprecating smile and did not make a sound, but clenched their hands.

Song Qingshu ignored everyone's reaction, and a somewhat nostalgic voice sounded: "I have forgotten when I started to indulge you."

"Maybe it's the success of your Nine Yang Divine Art, maybe it's the battle at Shenxiakou, I don't know."

“You’ve been with me this far, and I’m lucky and you’re lucky because we’ve never completely failed.”

"The first Red Maple Forest where I almost died, then the Baiwang Peak, Dongyue City, Shenxiakou, Mongolia, etc..."

"We have never lost, even if everyone thought we would lose, we won."

"As my strength and status improve, I become more and more confident, so confident that I can control everything."

"As it is with me, so it is with you."

As he spoke, Song Qingshu paused and his eyes stayed on Zhang Yuan's tombstone in the distance for a long time before speaking again.

"The moment Zhang Yuan died, I was very angry, but I blamed myself more."

"At that moment, I really wanted to kill everyone. I even thought about starting a war and pushing Mongolia."

"Whether it's Jing Bufan, those people from Yuanshi Zhang Snake Scripture, or Yuanshi Wulin, I want to kill everyone."

Qi Mu and others were trembling. Although Song Qingshu's tone was calm, they had no doubt about his determination.

Because this is the character and temperament of the young master.

"Huh..." Song Qingshu took a long breath: "But when I looked at Zhang Yuan's peaceful and smiling face, I suppressed all the anger and impulse in my heart."

"I know why Zhang Yuan committed suicide. He did it to help me calm the Central Plains, not to continue the chaos in the Central Plains."

"If I have murderous intentions, then Zhang Yuan's death will be in vain, completely in vain."

"I can't do this, not...absolutely not."

"Even though there is a beast roaring in my heart, I still have to suppress it, do you understand?"

Qi Mu and others remained silent. They could understand that Song Qing had difficulty writing books, so why couldn't they.

They have thought a lot these days, but most of them are confused and self-blame.

"Sir, the Central Plains will calm down soon." Qi Mu's low and hoarse voice sounded.

Song Qingshu looked at Qi Mu's firm gaze: "I know."

"In three months at most, Chen Youliang and Zhu Yuanzhang will pacify the Central Plains, and the Yuan Dynasty will completely defeat Mongolia."

"Then what……"

Hua Hua...

Qi Mu and the other eleven people all knelt in front of Song Qingshu, their eyes extremely firm.

"We don't want to join Wudang!"

"We don't want to join Wudang!"

"We don't want to join Wudang!"

"Master, remove us from Wudang."

"..."

Song Qingshu's heart was trembling at this moment, and he looked at everyone with extremely struggling eyes. He knew clearly what choices everyone made and what they were going to do, and his almost trembling voice sounded.

"People...I'll kill them!"

"You stay in... Wudang!"

"Falling leaves return to their roots...you must have a root!!"

“There must be a root!!”

Song Qingshu almost shouted the last sentence.

He doesn't want Qi Mu and others to go to Mongolia, which is a road of no return.

Qi Mu and others' strength and talent have reached their limit. It is dangerous for them to go to Yuanshi to practice the Long Snake Sutra.

More death.

"Young master, we have no roots." Zhang Cang refuted Song Qingshu for the first time. This was the first time since he started following Song Qingshu until now.

He retorted so firmly and without any hesitation.

Although the others remained silent, their eyes said everything.

"Sir, this is our future path and what we will do in the future." Liu Bai's extremely firm voice sounded.

"Some things need to be done by ourselves."

"Otherwise we won't be able to let go."

"It's better to die than to live like that!"

Song Qingshu looked at everyone with a heartbroken heart. He knew the character of these people very well, and once he made a decision, he would not change it.

"you……"

"you……"

Song Qingshu looked at the firm eyes of everyone and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"After the Central Plains has calmed down, we are no longer needed. We also want to do something we want to do." Qi Mu knew the young master's anger, but something must be done.

"Our life is worth it."

"We have come from humble beginnings to now, participating in the world and bringing peace to the world. We have experienced a life that countless people have not had. Enough is enough."

"Sir, we are satisfied."

"Master, please help us."

"I will help you?" Song Qingshu's face showed sadness: "I will help you, I will help you..."

He just recited these two words with great sarcasm and walked towards the distance.

At this moment, his figure was no longer upright, as if he had lost the most important thing in his heart, like a dying old man.

"It's chaos, it's all chaos, everything is chaos in the end." Song Qingshu roared crazily in his heart.

Originally everything was so smooth and perfect, but now... everything is in chaos.

Zhang Yuan died, and Qi Mu and others fell into obsession.

One of his twelve closest brothers died, and so would the other eleven.

He once thought about the joyful gathering after the Central Plains was pacified, and everyone's galloping horses...

But now... everything is broken, everything is broken, so completely.

Unknowingly, Song Qingshu left Qingshi, where he had been practicing since childhood.

Under the sunlight, the outline of the bluestone is clearly visible on the ground. Its texture is hard and cold, like a witness of time, silently carrying the traces of time.

There is no change at all here as before, the only thing is that there is more moss around.

He vaguely saw the way he practiced in the past, saw Zhang Wuji, and saw the decadence and confusion he felt after his defeat in Shaolin.

There is also a scene of the Grand Master taking him for morning exercises.

Grand Master seems to have always been like that, wearing a loose Taoist robe, with white hair and a long white beard.

Time seems to have left nothing behind.

But will time really forget Grand Master?

No……

Time is fair and no one will be forgotten.

"I'm old, Grand Master is old, my father is old, Wudang's uncles are old, Qi Mu and others... are also old."

Song Qingshu looked at the bluestone in front of him, thinking of the past and now...

At this moment, he opened the letter sent by the Grand Master using the white eagle.

"Master...is this everything you have ever experienced?"

"I feel helpless from the bottom of my heart, but I am powerless to persuade or stop."

Song Qingshu stood on the bluestone, and his figure seemed to overlap with Zhenren Zhang.

He had speculated before about what the Grand Master had gone through, but it was just a guess that he didn't understand.

Now he understands.

Zhang Yuan's death and Qi Mu and others' irresistible obsession can no longer be solved by force.

All this made him feel helpless.

[The top of the light. 】

[The White-browed Eagle King fought against the Yuanshi martial arts, but was exhausted... and died! 】

[Yuanqiao...severely injured...dead! 】

【I'll wait for you in the Imperial City! 】

【Zhang Sanfeng...stay! 】

An unparalleled terrifying internal force burst out from Song Qingshu's body, and the huge bluestone under his feet fell into pieces and splashed out.

The broken sound echoed through the sky and echoed in Wudang Mountain for a long time.

Huge bluestone gravel fell down the cliff. During the fall, the boulders continued to roll and hit, making a shocking sound. The entire valley shook the moment it landed.

Song Qingshu looked at the letter in front of him, his body trembling, his eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.

"died……"

"died……"

"How could he die, how could he die..."

"Grandpa, father, aren't they in seclusion in the Emei sect?"

"Guangmingding, Guangmingding... why are they at Guangmingding?"

"This is impossible!! Impossible!!"

"impossible!!"

Song Qingshu roared almost crazily, his internal energy running involuntarily, resounding throughout Wudang Mountain.

At this moment, whether it was the disciples within Wudang, Yang Xue and others who were busy making arrangements, Zhang Wuji who was kneeling in the distance, Qi Mu and others who had fallen silent, all their faces changed drastically.

"Master!!! Master's voice!!" Qi Mu and others ran over like crazy.

They know the young master's character very well.

The young master has never been so out of control, never, never at any time.

And now...

The huge shattering sound, the sound of boulders falling in the valley, the roar of almost collapse... all of this told everyone one thing.

Something happened... something big, otherwise Song Qingshu wouldn't be like this.

Countless people in Wudang came towards Song Qingshu.

The first one to arrive was Zhang Wuji, then Qi Mu and others, followed by Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, and others.

Then came the rest of Wudang...

Everyone was stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

The place where Song Qingshu stood was where he had cultivated since he was a child. The huge bluestone was not just a bluestone, but a symbol and a thought.

When countless Wudang disciples were confused, they would come and look at Qingshi from a distance.

That was the place where Master Zhang once practiced, and it was also the place where Senior Brother Song practiced. They seemed to be able to calm down the injustice and dissatisfaction in their hearts just by looking at that piece of bluestone.

And now... it's broken.

A little bit of gravel scattered...

Song Qingshu stood in the center of the rubble, holding a letter with trembling hands, his eyes always staying on the letter. The letter seemed to have magic power, tightly grabbing Song Qingshu's eyes.

No one has ever seen Song Qingshu like this.

No matter Wudang disciples, Qi Mu and others, the same is true for Yang Xue, who is closest to him.

In the hearts of countless people, Song Qingshu is always so confident. He is a person who will never lose his mind at any time.

But now...

Yang Xue walked over slowly with great sadness. She walked very slowly, very slowly.

The distance that originally passed in a flash, she walked for a long time.

Song Qingshu's eyes were on the letter from beginning to end.

"Qingshu..." Yang Xue came to Song Qingshu's side and called softly, while holding Song Qingshu's trembling arm with her right hand.

At this moment, she read the contents of the letter.

[The top of the light. 】

[The White-browed Eagle King fought against the Yuanshi martial arts, but was exhausted... and died! 】

[Yuanqiao...severely injured...dead! 】

【I'll wait for you in the Imperial City! 】

【Zhang Sanfeng...stay! 】

Her pain magnified rapidly, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and her eyes were full of disbelief and horror.

"How...how...is it possible!!"

"This is impossible!!"

"..."

Yang Xue didn't want to believe everything in front of her, but everything was right in front of her.

This handwriting is the handwriting of Zhenren Zhang, it is unmistakable.

Moreover, in this world... no one dares to impersonate Zhenren Zhang! !

No one dares to forge such a letter! (End of chapter)