Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

All the older generation looked at Bashang and fell silent.

Zhang Sanfeng...

Only those who have experienced that era know Zhang Sanfeng's madness and lack of scruples.

The current Song Qingshu is considered by many to be unscrupulous, but it is much different from the Zhang Sanfeng of the past.

Zhang Sanfeng fought his way out step by step, every step bloody...

In today's era, the reason why Zhang Sanfeng has been so calm these years is not because he is older, but because he wants to cultivate Song Qingshu.

Otherwise...the Central Plains would not be what it is today.

After a period of silence, everyone dispersed to arrange the departure of the Yuan Dynasty royal family.

The fact is exactly as Bashang guessed, Zhang Sanfeng came to the imperial city.

He was walking towards the imperial city like an ordinary old man who couldn't help himself. He walked very slowly, and even stopped occasionally to breathe heavily.

His eyes were as calm as water, but anyone who looked at him would look away unconsciously. This feeling was inexplicable.

At night...

The soldiers guarding the gate of the imperial city all knelt on the ground, welcoming the unknown big shot.

The mighty horses walked out of the gate of the imperial city under the darkness.

The soldiers didn't know who was inside or what they were going to do. They were ordered to wait, and if they took a second look, they would die.

All they could do was look down at the ground and dare not look up until they could hear no more sounds.

On top of the city wall.

Jing Bufan, Yuan Qing, and Yuan Zhe looked at the royal family leaving.

It wasn't until the team completely disappeared into the darkness that they looked back at the brightly lit palace.

It is true that many people from the royal family left tonight, but some people still stayed.

For example...the emperor.

For example...the prince.

For example... some people who are not taken seriously, they don't even know that danger is coming.

Regarding all this, neither Jing Bufan nor the prince Yuan Qing could say anything.

This is a matter for the royal family and the court.

"Master Zhang will arrive tomorrow." Yuan Qing looked at the starless night and spoke slowly.

"He walks so slowly, but yet so fast."

"tomorrow……"

"so fast."

He didn't know what would happen tomorrow, what Zhang Sanfeng would do, how the older generation would respond, how they would do.

Zhang Sanfeng...Zhenren Zhang...was once the number one person in the world, and is now the number one person in the world. He is old, but he is still alive.

Living... is a myth, a legend.

"Yes, so fast." Jing Bufan looked at the darkness and said with emotion: "This darkness sent away the royal family and slowed down Master Zhang."

"But this darkness... represents the Yuan Chamber."

"Let's hang white flags in the imperial city."

Yuan Qing and Yuan Zhe were suddenly shocked and looked at Jing Bufan in disbelief.

The imperial city hangs white flags...

Although the Yuanshi will be defeated, it will take time. If even the imperial city is now hung with white flags, what will the Yuanshi think...

"Brother Jing..."

"This...can't be done!"

"You can't do this..."

"..."

The two of them knew very well what kind of pressure or infamy Jing Bufan would bear if they did this.

The Yuanshi was indeed defeated, and the Yuanshi was indeed corrupt, but that didn't mean that everyone was spineless.

"Except for the palace, let's hang up." Jing Bufan ignored the excitement and persuasion of the two people, and his voice was as calm as water.

"I'll take care of everything."

"Pass a message to Yuanshi's army to withdraw when it's time to withdraw."

"Return to Mongolia."

"A soldier is also a human being, and a family is behind him. A meaningless death is just sadness."

"Ambitionists and conspirators...if you try to stop them, kill them."

“The beginning of an era requires corpses to pave the way, and the same goes for the end.”

Yuan Qing and Yuan Zhe looked at Jing Bufan's back and remained silent.

The firelight shone, and Jing Bufan's back remained as firm as ever, but both of them knew that Jing Bufan had no choice but to do anything.

The deaths of Song Yuanqiao and the White-browed Eagle King ignited the anger in the Central Plains, which could not be quelled or extinguished.

Song Yuanqiao, the head of Wudang, represents the famous and upright martial arts family. Wudang has done too much in recent years.

The White-browed Eagle King has unparalleled prestige and character in the Mingjiao, and all the Mingjiao troops respect and admire him from the bottom of their hearts.

Without the basic help of the White-browed Eagle King Tianying Cult, the Ming Cult's uprising would never be successful.

Martial arts, large armies...this is today's Central Plains.

The two knew that maybe hanging white flags in the imperial city would give Zhang Sanfeng an explanation, but they didn't want to.

Yuanshi can be defeated...but he can't lose his last bit of strength.

Time passed slowly, and the three of them stood like this, no one said a word.

call out……

Jing Bufan raised his right hand slightly, and a token flew out of his hand and threw it behind him.

"Go ahead."

Yuan Qing took the token with an expression of disbelief on his face and held the token firmly in his right hand.

The same goes for Yuan Zhe on the side.

This token is dark yellow, with a lifelike eagle engraved on it, and grassland below...

If the Tiger Talisman is to mobilize the soldiers and horses of the world, then this token represents the Yuan Dynasty...the entire Yuan Dynasty, including the royal family...

Many people don't know this token, but they know it.

This is the token that Zeng Yuanshi used when he entered the Central Plains. This token has a long history and has been around for too long.

It’s been so long that many people have forgotten it.

At this moment, both of them knew that they had no reason to refuse, no reason to refuse.

The emergence of this token is not just a nod from the emperor, but also requires the older generation.

The emperor compromised, and so did the older generation.

Yuan Qing and Yuan Zhe took the tokens and left. They had never felt that their legs were so heavy, as heavy as a thousand pounds. Every step they took seemed to drain everything from their bodies.

The steps of the city wall were not long, but they walked for a long time.

When the two people came down and looked at Jing Bufan's back again, they felt like they were in a trance.

White flags hung on the imperial city... Yuanshi bowed his head, completely bowed his head, and all his previous pride was shattered.

Tomorrow, Yuanshi will fall into darkness.

Everyone in Yuanshi will know that Yuanshi is finished, completely finished.

The Yuan Dynasty will be in chaos, the people will be in chaos... the army will be in chaos... everything will be in chaos.

But Jing Bufan still made such a decision...

Jing Bufan...he will become the eternal sinner of Yuanshi. Even though Jing Bufan once paid a lot for Yuanshi, it all disappeared the moment the white flags were hung in the imperial city.

Countless people will hate Jing Bufan's decision.

They can die in battle, but they cannot accept this fact.

"Let's go." Yuan Qing took a deep breath, shouted to Yuan Zhe, and disappeared into the silent street.

The next day...

White flags were hung in the imperial city, and all the merchants on the city gates and streets were hung with white flags.

Except the palace.

The news spread like a plague.

The palace was in turmoil, the army guarding the imperial city was in turmoil, and so were the soldiers.

The people of Yuanshi looked at the white flags all over the city and felt that the sky was falling.

White flags…white flags…

Yuanshi...it's over! !

It’s over! !

The supreme imperial city of the Yuan Dynasty hangs white flags for the dead people in the Central Plains. Anyone who is not a fool knows what it means.

Countless people from the Yuan Dynasty packed up their luggage and fled outside the imperial city.

The dense crowd of people leaving the city made the gorgeous imperial city look extremely ridiculous and ironic.

On top of the city wall.

Jing Bufan stood like that all night, looking at the people fleeing in a hurry, with a smile on his face.

"Let's go."

"Let's all go. Escape from this place of right and wrong. No matter how anonymous you are, or you can escape back to Mongolia, at least you won't die."

Shen Wansan, who was standing next to him, looked at Jing Bufan with complicated eyes.

He didn't understand why Jing Bufan was looking for him, and he knew exactly where he was.

He faced Jing Bufan not with fear, but with respect.

He was shocked by what this man had experienced and admired by what he had done.

Song Qingshu once told him that if Jing Bufan comes to him one day, don't panic or be afraid. This man deserves respect and he doesn't bother to scheme against anyone.

If there was someone in the Yuan Dynasty who wanted to trust him, Song Qingshu would choose Jing Bufan.

Jing Bufan...this was a being worthy of respect even by his enemies.

"Senior..." Shen Wansan looked at the fleeing people below and broke the peace.

He had been standing with Jing Bufan for two full hours.

Jing Bufan still looked down, and a calm voice sounded: "What does it feel like?"

Shen Wansan thought for a long time and said two words: "Happy."

Jing Bufan smiled, he really smiled. Although Shen Wansan couldn't see Jing Bufan's face, he did see Jing Bufan smile.

Not sarcasm, not self-deprecation, but a real smile.

Shen Wansan doesn't understand, really doesn't understand.

"I'm actually happy too." Jing Bufan's even more incomprehensible words came out, with a smile still on his face.

"I thought you'd say you saw wealth."

"The result is joy."

"Song Qingshu is still so accurate at reading people."

Shen Wansan didn't know how to answer the call, all he could do was remain silent.

Maybe he has the means to do business, but he doesn't know how to communicate with people in the martial arts world, the commander of the Yuanshi martial arts world.

Jing Bufan's words were so baffling and clueless.

"Do you know why Song Qingshu asked you to come to the Imperial City?" Jing Bufan's calm voice sounded.

Shen Wansan said: "I know, after the disappearance of Hero Song, the Imperial City will be the safest, because I can't die when you are in the Imperial City, senior."

Jing Bufan nodded slightly, then he turned to look at Shen Wansan: "Yes, because I am in the Imperial City, and because the older generation is in the Imperial City, no one will touch you."

"But what happens next?"

"Yuanshi has been defeated, you will die."

"I know." Shen Wansan had already thought about his own death, and answered calmly without much fear on his face.

"But that should be many years from now, at least not now."

Jing Bufan looked at Shen Wansan's calm eyes and smiled: "You are a qualified businessman and a qualified planner."

"Shopping malls are like battlefields."

"You are a respectable general."

Shen Wansan looked at Jing Bufan in confusion, he didn't understand what Jing Bufan wanted to say.

"Help you survive." Jing Bufan noticed Shen Wansan's confusion and explained with a smile, and then said, "I'm also helping myself."

Under Shen Wansan's confused gaze, Jing Bufan pointed at the common people, merchants, and nobles below.

"These people took all their belongings and fled for their lives."

"They can't escape." Shen Wansan's calm voice sounded.

"Yes, there is no escape." Jing Bufan did not refute, but continued: "I want people, you want money."

"Whether these people hide their names or flee back to Mongolia, money is their life-saving talisman."

"You are a businessman...so do what a businessman should do."

"You take the money and let it go. As for how you arrange the money, you decide for yourself."

"You are just a businessman. No one will think that what you did is wrong. You are not an executioner or an army. No one will think that it is a sin for you to let ordinary people go."

Shen Wansan's eyes focused: "Senior..."

"Listen to me." Jing Bufan directly interrupted Shen Wansan.

"First, I know there will be resistance and there will be casualties along the way. I understand everything. Song Qing wrote to you, and I believe you too. You will make arrangements."

"Second, once you attack the people of the Yuan Dynasty and rob the wealth, you can support the Central Plains army and help the people of the Central Plains. What you do in the Central Plains will be spread. Now that you have Song Qingshu's background, you need It’s a reputation, a reputation that no one in power can touch you, a reputation that can be spread for a long time, you will indeed offend Yuanshi, but offending Yuanshi no longer matters.”

"Third, I know that you have connections with some merchants in Yuanshi, and you have also secretly protected some people. You need to give some relief to the people who escaped from Yuanshi to Mongolia along the way. Just treat them like beggars. This is not for you. Difficult matter."

"Finally, as a favor to you, I will give you a warning."

"Don't deliberately get close to Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Youliang. You can't see through these two people. This is not something you can touch. The cold-bloodedness and cruelty of a person in power is beyond your imagination."

"After the defeat of the Yuan Dynasty, the Central Plains will definitely be in chaos. Guard your Zhouzhuang and leave the Chamber of Commerce alone of other businesses. All you need to do is wait for the Central Plains to be completely stabilized."

After the words fell, Jing Bufan noticed someone coming, a hint of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and said to Shen Wansan, "Go."

"You know this is good for you."

Shen Wansan originally wanted to ask in detail, but seeing Jing Bufan being like this, he knew that he had no chance to speak. He bowed slightly: "Thank you, senior, I know what to do."

Jing Bufan had turned his head and looked at the fleeing people below again, nodding slightly.

Not long after Shen Wansan left, the figure of Yuanshi Guoshi Bashang landed on the city wall, only a few meters away from Jing Bufan.

Bashang looked at Jing Bufan with complicated eyes and slowly walked over.

"Senior Ba." Jing Bufan looked at Bashang with a smile.

Bashang looked at Jing Bufan with such a smile, and a bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

"Yes, I got the token." Jing Bufan showed a bright smile before Bashang could speak.

"Otherwise I wouldn't be able to mobilize the army."

As he said that, he looked up at the white flags on the city wall: "This city wall won't be all white flags."

"Your Majesty will not agree." Bashang looked at Jing Bufan with a deep look.

Before, when he faced Zhang Sanfeng's oppression, he had entrusted everything to Jing Bufan, so Jing Bufan knew this half of the martial arts world.

Where is the other half, Your Majesty?

If His Majesty does not agree, it is impossible for Jing Bufan to get the token.

But he knows very well the character of His Majesty today, and he will not take out this token, absolutely not.

"Where is the token in Yuanqing? Your Majesty has figured it out." Jing Bufan just explained calmly, without details, just a plain sentence.

Bashang kept staring at Jing Bufan, hoping to see something, but there was nothing.

So peaceful.

Everything was too peaceful for Jing Bufan.

There was no fluctuation in his eyes or face, as if everything he said was true and sincere from the bottom of his heart.

But Bashang knew that it was impossible.

It only took a few hours for His Majesty to figure it out. The time was too short and this was a complete fantasy.

"It seems that I need to ask Your Majesty personally." Bashang stared at Jing Bufan's deep voice.

At this moment, Jing Bufan's calm eyes fluctuated. Although it was fleeting, Bashang still caught it, and his heart suddenly trembled.

"When will Your Majesty wake up?" Bashang's hoarse voice sounded.

Jing Bufan remained silent.

"Who is over there?" Bashang asked again.

Jing Bufan remained silent.

"Xiao Jing... I should be responsible for this, not you." Bashang seemed to have aged countless times at this moment.

Jing Bufan remained silent, and his eyes were as calm as before, without any fluctuation.

Bashang looked at Jing Bufan for a long time, then slowly walked down the steps step by step.

Jing Bufan looked at Bashang's lonely back and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

"An era has its own destination and end."

"I should be responsible for this era. This is my era." (End of Chapter)