Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

This night...

Song Qingshu locked himself in his childhood room alone.

No one knows what Song Qingshu is doing inside, and no one knows what Song Qingshu will do in the future.

The news of the deaths of White-browed Eagle King and Song Yuanqiao did not spread. The Wudang disciples did not know about it. Only Yang Xue and others, as well as Qi Mu, Zhang Wuji and others, knew about it.

From the moment Song Qingshu roared in Wudang Mountain to the dead of night, the entire Wudang Mountain fell into unprecedented silence.

The disciples practicing martial arts stopped, the busy Wudang logistics stopped, and Wudang closed the mountains.

Even the chickens, ducks and dogs calmed down and hid obediently in their shelters.

Wudang disciples are not stupid. Although they don't know what happened, they all saw Brother Song's performance.

Senior Brother Wuji's reaction, Mrs. Song's reaction, etc...

All this told everyone that something was wrong, and it was big, big.

In the early morning, the morning sun rises as usual and covers the earth. The sunlight shines on the glazed tiles of Wudang houses, giving off a twinkling light.

However, all this is in sharp contrast to the vast white scene of Wudang.

That night, the entire Wudang Mountain turned white, the white filial piety curtains fluttered in the wind, and all the disciples put on white clothes.

In a mountain peak in Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng watched everything in Wudang quietly.

He came early, together with the white eagle, but did not show up.

He saw everything under the cypress tree in the back mountain, saw Song Qingshu's anger, roaring... and so on.

That night, Zhang Sanfeng stood there without moving at all. No matter it was the cold wind in the night or the rising sun in the morning, his eyes were always under Wudang, his eyes were extremely calm, without any ripples or fluctuations.

He was still the same as before, wearing a loose robe, with long snow-white hair and a long beard.

Time seems to have no trace of years on his face, as if he has been forgotten for decades.

When Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Xue, the four girls Youlan Zhuya, Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu and others dressed in white mourning clothes and appeared in front of Song Qingshu, his eyes that had remained unchanged fluctuated.

"Xue'er...thank you."

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng turned and left. When Yang Xue looked at the white mourning clothes, he knew that Yang Xue had made a choice.

Death and betrothal.

This is the collision of white things and red things.

No one can speak about this kind of thing, and no one can persuade him.

Song Qingshu is like this, and so is he. Let a woman wear mourning clothes to get engaged with you. No one can say this.

But for Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng, they could not ignore Song Yuanqiao's affairs.

Postponing the wedding date? The price is too high.

Song Qingshu has been planning the matter in the imperial city for too long.

If you give up, everything before will dissipate, Zhang Yuan will die in vain, countless people will die in vain, and the Zhongyuan Wulin and Yuanshi Wulin will continue.

Zhang Sanfeng understood Song Qingshu's inner struggle, so he suppressed everything and hurried back to Wudang.

He needed to see Yang Xue's choice, and now he got the result he wanted.

At this time, an eagle's cry rang out from the silent Wudang Mountain. It was like dropping a stone on the calm water, and the ripples kept spreading.

Countless people looked up to where the eagles were singing.

They saw the white eagle hovering in the sky, and they also saw the loose robe and snow-white hair walking in the forest, so dazzling under the sun.

"Master..."

"Zhenzhen Zhang..."

"Master..."

"..."

Countless people looked at the figure for a long time without looking back. Until the figure disappeared, everyone's eyes still stayed in the distance.

Wudang disciples don’t understand why their master came back but left again.

They didn't understand, but what they could guess must be related to Senior Brother Song's previous events.

Creak...

Creak...

The door to the room where Song Qingshu was was opened. His face was haggard, as if he had experienced endless pain.

The moment he went out, his eyes were also in the direction of the eagle's cry before.

"Is Grand Master here?" Song Qingshu's somewhat hoarse voice sounded. His eyes did not move, and they were still like the everlasting eagle's cry.

"Yes." Yang Xue responded softly.

Song Qingshu didn't respond. He just stared into the distance quietly for a long time... for a long time...

When he looked back again, he saw Yang Xue wearing white mourning clothes.

At this moment, his eyes were moving and trembling...

"Xue'er... you..."

Before he could finish his words, Yang Xue shook her head and interrupted Song Qingshu's words. There were no words, only a pair of firm eyes, which were worth a thousand words.

Yang Xue understands Song Qingshu's difficulties, and she also understands everything she is facing now.

She doesn't care about wearing white mourning clothes and getting engaged.

Song Qingshu looked at Yang Xue blankly. He didn't know what to say or what to do.

All I can do is thank you silently in my heart.

A gust of breeze blew, and the white curtain hanging in the yard rustled.

Song Qingshu watched all this silently. Only then did he notice that the outside of the house was already covered with white curtains of filial piety.

Looking around, there are also white curtains on the trees.

"Let's go to Dadu together."

Song Qingshu took a deep breath and walked towards the white mourning clothes placed on the stone bench in the courtyard.

Putting on his white mourning clothes, he walked out step by step.

Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, Qi Mu and others, Zhang Wuji, followed silently.

After everyone went out, all the Wudang disciples gathered together in Wudang Square, all wearing white mourning clothes.

Everyone thought they were wearing it for Zhang Yuan's death, but now...

When everyone saw Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Wuji, Yang Xue, Qi Mu and others all wearing mourning clothes, they felt a little bad in their hearts.

"My father and grandpa died in the battle at Guangmingding. You go and take them to the imperial city."

"No one is left in Wudang."

"Let's all go."

Song Qingshu looked at the disciples below, his heartbroken voice sounded, and then he strode towards Wudang Square.

He heard crying, heard wailing...but his footsteps still did not stop, nor did he look back.

He could only comfort himself and everyone in his heart.

[Cry, cry, it will be fine after you finish crying. 】

【me either. 】

Amidst a burst of wailing and sadness, Song Qingshu and others rode down Wudang Mountain on white horses and wore mourning clothes. Their whereabouts were not covered at all.

Wudang became busy amid crying and sadness, and countless people packed their bags and walked out of Wudang Mountain.

Countless homing pigeons flew from Wudang Mountain.

There are so many of them and they fly so fast.

After a while, Wudang fell into silence. The huge Wudang Mountain was empty, not even the disciples guarding the mountain.

The endless white procession walking on the official road is so dazzling and heartbreaking.

There was nothing but the sound of horse hooves.

Countless people stood aside silently. When the Wudang disciples came to the crowd, a loud shout came from the people.

"bye!!"

Countless people shed tears and gave the most sincere salute from their hearts.

Head Song is dead...

died……

This is a fact that no one wants to accept. In this turbulent time, it is Wudang who protects this peace.

Countless people were displaced and changed their sons to eat each other, but they lived and worked peacefully in Wudang.

They thanked Wudang, thanked Master Song...

Looking at the Wudang disciples leaving, countless people silently walked towards the gate of Wudang Mountain.

Looking at the silent and empty Wudang, they set up a simple tent and silently guarded Wudang.

This is the only thing they can do.

…

As Wudang's countless flying pigeons spread the news, the news of the death of Song Yuanqiao and the White-browed Eagle King was like a bolt from the blue, plunging the entire Central Plains into deathly silence.

Song Yuanqiao...the leader of Wudang...is dead! !

The White-browed Eagle King...the current leader of the Ming Sect, the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect, is dead! !

How can this be! !

Guangmingding... Guangmingding... how cruel and intense it is over there.

However, what surprised everyone even more was that Song Qingshu, Yang Xue and others dressed in mourning clothes and went straight to the imperial city!

The engagement in the Imperial City remains unchanged!

At this moment, the world was shaken, and countless forces hung up white curtains in their homes.

For a time, white curtains floated across countless cities.

The moving merchant ships, the green mountains and forests...

Countless forces took off their own flags, put on white flags and headed towards the imperial city.

Central Plains Army.

Chen Youliang and Zhu Yuanzhang were stunned when they disappeared.

The two couldn't believe the news at all.

Song Daxia...White-browed Eagle King...

In their hearts, nothing would happen to these two people, but now they fell on Guangmingding.

In the camp, the two looked at each other, with anger and endless roars in their eyes.

"Hang the filial piety curtain! Push the imperial city!"

"The Central Plains will be leveled in one month!"

The two people's almost indifferent voices sounded at the same time.

They have been fighting openly and secretly for a long time these days, and everyone is making plans for the future.

But now... they know they have to let it go.

The reason why the two-shot martial arts team at Guangmingding is fighting is because of them.

The leader of Wudang, Song Daxia, is dead, and the current leader of the Ming Cult, King Bai Meiying, is also dead. The Central Plains should not have ended like this.

Whether Chen Youliang or Zhu Yuanzhang, although they were dissatisfied with many martial arts people, Song Yuanqiao and White-browed Eagle King were not among them.

Chen Youliang knows very well how much Wudang has helped him, how much Song Qingshu has helped him, and Song Yuanqiao knows his past.

But Song Yuanqiao still silently supported and supported everything.

Needless to say, the White-browed Eagle King is a senior who deserves respect from all the rebel armies and people in the martial arts world.

The army's successful uprising would have been impossible without the long-term accumulation of the Sky Eagle Sect.

Needless to say, Zhu Yuanzhang knew exactly why he could live to this day and why.

He was able to start from a young age because Song Qingshu gave him a chance, and Song Yuanqiao was Song Qingshu's father!

As for the White-browed Eagle King, if there was no White-browed Eagle King, he might have died long ago.

Among the entire Mingjiao hierarchy, the only one who wishes to live is the White-browed Eagle King. The White-browed Eagle King is devoted to the world and has been working for the Central Plains his whole life.

"Fight regardless of the cost!" Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Youliang reached a consensus at this moment, and seemed to have lost their minds.

A long time ago, they knew that Yuanshi was finished. They wanted to overthrow Yuanshi at the minimum cost, and at the same time accumulate strength to deal with the future chaos in the Central Plains.

But now the deaths of Song Yuanqiao and the White-browed Eagle King have completely ignited their long-suppressed roars.

…

The Central Plains uprising army hung up white flags in grief and anger. Although they were sad, they were more angry and roared endlessly.

The division of martial arts is now known to the world.

Once upon a time, they were unattainable, and the martial arts masters who looked at them like gods were fighting to the death on Guangmingding. What reason did these reckless people not have to fight for their lives?

For the sake of the Central Plains, those high-ranking beings are working hard, and they should be even more so.

They do it for life, and those people in the martial arts world who are like legends do it for them.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"..."

I don't know who shouted loudly, and countless people roared with anger. The murderous intention emanated from the military camp, and the sound resounded through the clouds and throughout the valley...

At this moment, the momentum of the Central Plains army reached an unprecedented peak.

Everyone is filled with compassion and has no fear of life or death.

Horse hooves galloped and the ground trembled.

…

Within the imperial city.

The older generation of Yuanshi Wulin, Jing Bufan and others gathered together, their eyes were extremely complex and solemn.

White-browed Eagle King and Song Yuanqiao...these two people were actually dead.

These two people are the most undead in the world, but they are both dead now.

One is Song Qingshu's father, and the other is Song Qingshu's grandfather.

The young Song Qingshu was able to run unscrupulously in the world, not only because of Wudang, but also because of the White-browed Eagle King.

Wudang is an upright person, and he needs rules and evidence to behave in society. But if he insists on rules and evidence in everything, then Song Qingshu will definitely be wronged.

On the other hand, the Sky Eagle Sect is different. The Sky Eagle Sect doesn't care about these things. Their code of conduct is if you punch me, I will hit you back.

Song Qingshu massacred Hongmei Villa and Hongfenglin with bloody methods, and then went on to do whatever he wanted in the world. That was because the White-browed Eagle King nodded behind him.

What Wudang can't handle, Tianying teaches.

If Wudang has trouble showing up, Tianying teaches it.

This is also the reason why Song Qingshu is respected by all decent people in the Central Plains, regardless of religion.

If Wudang is regarded as the righteous person in front of Song Qingshu, the Eagle Sect is the evil heretic behind Song Qingshu.

The combination of integrity and talent created Song Qingshu's unparalleled prestige and dominance.

Jing Bufan's helpless voice broke the calm: "The two of them hid their faces. Everyone thought they were Zhongyuan's backhand, so they desperately wanted to kill them."

"I never thought..."

"Why……"

He was shocked when he received the news, but that was it.

Yuan Qing's deep voice sounded: "Over in Mongolia, King Yin Ye hung up white flags and led his people towards the imperial city."

"In the uprising army, Chen Youliang and Zhu Yuanzhang also hung up white flags and launched a general offensive with endless roars and unprecedented army momentum."

"All the forces in the Central Plains withdrew their proud flags, replaced them with white flags and headed towards the imperial city."

"Today's Central Plains... is a vast expanse of white. Everyone is angry because of the deaths of White-browed Eagle King and Song Yuanqiao. The air throughout the Central Plains is filled with anger and murderous intent."

"There is no one in Wudang...the six major sects have almost all come to the imperial city."

Bashang, the state minister of the Yuan Dynasty who was sitting above and had been silent, slowly said, "Let the emperor go."

"Yuanshi has been defeated."

"Escape with the only remaining people."

Hearing this, Jing Bufan and others looked at Bashang in shock.

According to their plan, there is still time, even if they want to escape, it is not now.

Bashang ignored everyone's surprise, stood up and looked at the dots of light shining into the hall, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I can already smell Zhang Sanfeng's scent."

"Yang Xue decided to abandon the secular rules and bring Xiao to be engaged to Song Qingshu, so Zhang Sanfeng will definitely take action."

"He will definitely come to the Imperial City and come back."

"He was once a madman, madder than anyone else."

"A Zhang Sanfeng who is about to die and has no worries, I can't imagine how crazy he can be."