Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

In a mountain peak next to the official road ten kilometers away from the imperial city of Dadu.

Shangguan Yinghao, Du You, Nangong Ping, Ximen Ouyang, Shaolin Sandu... everyone gathered together.

The only ones not here are the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi.

Everyone looked at the people of the Imperial City who were fleeing, with both relief and complexity in their eyes.

They already knew about the hanging of white flags in the Imperial City, and everyone knew what it meant.

Yuanshi gave up completely.

The choice shocked them, very shocking.

No one thought that Yuanshi would make such a decision. Bashang was not the person to make such a decision.

The emperor of the Yuan Dynasty is even more impossible.

Maybe for other people in the martial arts world, contacting the emperor is a fantasy, but for them it is not a big deal. They have all been in contact with him before.

"Yuanshi Wulin will not retreat." Ximen Ouyang showed a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"People who learn martial arts are very ambitious. Even if the Yuanshi army is defeated, they will not flee."

No one made a sound under the sun. They just looked at the Yuanshi people fleeing below, their eyes firmer than ever before.

It is impossible for people who learn martial arts to retreat without fighting.

Even though they have been hostile to Yuanshi for countless years, they have to admit that Yuanshi martial arts has the integrity of people who learn martial arts.

Integrity is higher than life!

The Yuanshi Wulin is like this, and the Central Plains Wulin is like this.

Even if Yuanshi is defeated, the Central Plains will still be in a mess, and Yuanshi Wulin must deal with it.

"Here we come." Du You said in a deep voice as he looked at Zhang Sanfeng on the official road below.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng was clearly out of tune with the large number of people fleeing the imperial city. Countless people fled the imperial city, but Zhang Sanfeng went against the current.

Although the people who fled the imperial city were in a hurry, they still looked at Zhang Sanfeng with strange eyes.

Someone saw Zhang Sanfeng crumbling and kindly reminded him: "Old man, the imperial city is no longer safe. It's better to leave."

"Yes, yes, it's not safe over there." Many people agreed.

Although everyone was persuading, their footsteps did not stop, as if every step missing would lead to death.

Faced with everyone's kind reminders, Zhang Sanfeng just responded with a kind smile, and still did not stop heading to the imperial city.

When he felt a little tired, he sat down directly under the big tree nearby.

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to be really tired. He closed his old eyes and heard the hurried footsteps and noise in his ears.

Among them... there are also the irregular sounds of leaves.

He knows... everyone is here.

"I'm going to be buried in the ground, but I still can't change my temper, hey."

Zhang Sanfeng showed a self-deprecating smile. Although his whereabouts were not well hidden, it was impossible for everyone to walk ahead of him if they had not set off in advance.

Most of these people are injured.

"Who is different?" A laugh came from the distance, it was Ximen Ouyang.

As for others, they also smiled.

Everyone gathered under the big tree. Zhang Sanfeng looked at the group of old brothers in front of him and said with a smile: "They are not dead yet."

"It's not easy."

"Almost." Du You shrugged, sat down next to Zhang Sanfeng, pointed to his head with a smile: "The problem is not a small one."

"You are invincible in the world now. If you didn't treat me, I would have wanted to find you a long time ago."

"You can just leave all these messy things in Yuanshi to that kid Qingshu, that kid can do it."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "I'm old, I can't do it anymore, I'm the best in the world, I just live a long time."

"We are all old brothers. If I could cure you, I would have passed away long ago."

Everyone sighed in their hearts, everyone knew what Zhang Sanfeng meant, Zhang Sanfeng still wanted to go to the imperial city.

Everyone has already known about the problem of curing Du You.

If Zhang Sanfeng really had a way to cure Du You, he would have passed away long ago.

Du You said this just because he didn't want Zhang Sanfeng to go to the imperial city, where the future was unknown.

At this moment, no one made a sound. Everyone sat down with Zhang Sanfeng, an old man, and looked at the people of the Yuan Dynasty who were escaping in a hurry.

The sun shines through the leaves on everyone.

Everyone had a faint smile on their faces, extremely calm and comfortable.

They knew that since Zhang Sanfeng had made a decision, he couldn't change it. All they could do was to accompany this old brother.

The flight of the people of the Yuan Dynasty heralded the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the end of their era.

The weight on their shoulders was over.

Death... is just death now, rather than representing the rise and fall of the Central Plains.

They now only represent themselves, not the Central Plains.

This era already has the descendants that this era should have.

Qing Shu, Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu et al., Wang He, Zhou Zhiruo...etc.

A gust of breeze came, and Zhang Sanfeng opened his eyes. His eyes showed an unprecedented momentum, and an invisible pressure spread from the surroundings.

The birds resting on the trees seemed to feel unprecedented fear and fled one after another.

"After half a lifetime of suppressing this, it's time for something to come to an end."

"Let's go."

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's body was no longer aging, he was so tall and tall, so majestic.

Everyone laughed when they saw Zhang Sanfeng like this.

The long-lost feeling came back at this moment.

They have forgotten the last time they felt this way, and it has been so long that they can only miss it occasionally.

So many times, it was this figure that led them out of the haze one after another.

Seeing this back again, it is still so majestic and indestructible.

Everyone walked towards the imperial city on the treetops. Their speed was not fast, but every step they took gave people an indescribable sense of freedom and indulgence.

Smart, light...

In the eyes of countless people, this group of people no longer looks like old men and martial arts masters who are about to die, but more like a group of teenagers.

That glimpse of smile, that involuntary free and easy, indulgent, it is difficult to imagine that these are a group of old people, a group of old people with white hair.

But for the people who fled Yuanshi, everything was just a surprise, yes, it was a surprise, nothing more.

For them, escape is the key.

On the way to the imperial city, Zhang Sanfeng and others were so out of tune with the Yuan Dynasty who were fleeing from the common people.

"The Imperial City... is over." Someone looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who had disappeared from sight with his white hair, and sighed sadly.

Zhang Sanfeng... was once number one in the world.

Ximen Ouyang...

Shaolin Sandu...

All the masters in the Central Plains are moving, martial arts are also rushing to the imperial city, Song Qingshu, Yang Xue and others are also coming.

The older generation who used to be a myth has arrived, and so has the new younger generation...

The imperial city will flow into rivers of blood.

"Jing Bufan... maybe you are right... but how many people can understand this."

Bagu Cang looked at Zhang Sanfeng and others who had disappeared with extremely complicated eyes. The scorching sun shone directly in his eyes, but he did not move at all.

In his mind was only the departing figures of Zhang Sanfeng and others.

The figure was unhappy, but the freedom and indulgence lingered in his mind.

That is madness, the madness of death but not life.

The Yuan Dynasty was defeated, and the older generation no longer had any scruples. The Central Plains they guarded blossomed and bore fruit, and they unloaded all the packages in their hearts.

"White-browed Eagle King, Song Yuanqiao..."

"Did you die on purpose?"

Bagu Cang withdrew his eyes that were filled with pain.

Everything started because of the death of these two people.

Whether it was White-browed Eagle King or Song Yuanqiao, he knew the characters of these two people. They were not people who were afraid of death.

If death could bring about a quick peace in the Central Plains, he believed that these two people would not hesitate at all.

Hide your identity to participate in Guangmingding, and finally fight for your life.

Now it seems... White-browed Eagle King, Song Yuanqiao seems to be really seeking death.

"Whether it was for the Central Plains or for Song Qingshu to remember something, you succeeded."

"Countless people in the Central Plains have an opportunity and an excuse to vent their anger and pressure."

"Yuan Shi will definitely pay the price for everything he has done."

"Just like the Central Plains back then... they would be killed and robbed..."

Bagu Cang hurried toward the imperial city with endless sadness.

He doesn't know what will happen in the Imperial City?

Will the older generation of Yuanshi take over this battle? He doesn't know either.

Now the Yuanshi has been defeated, everything has been defeated, defeated from the bottom of my heart, the martial arts needs people, and Mongolia will also be in chaos because of the past of the Yuanshi royal family.

The evacuation of Yuanshi is not the end, but the beginning of an era of suffering.

If everyone dies, where will Mongolia go?

Will Zhang Yuan, Qi Mu and others give up after they die in Xinghe City?

Wouldn't King Yin Ye, who holds the Sky Eagle Cult, cooperate with Qi Mu to start a war because of the death of the White-browed Eagle King?

He couldn't figure it out...

The price of failure was too high, so high that he could not even imagine it.

In the past, he didn't understand why the older generation of Yuanshi had been preparing for the future, but now he understands.

Failure is not just failure. The end and beginning of an era will leave behind irresolvable conflicts and struggles.

Zhang Sanfeng... It is self-evident how terrifying this man who led the Central Plains out of the dark times is.

…

On top of the imperial city wall.

Jing Bufan stood alone among them, with people below him still running away in an endless stream.

When he saw a figure appearing on the horizon, he knew that Zhongyuan was there.

The myths and legends of the past, they came, abandoning their glory and all their burdens.

The pioneers of darkness in the Central Plains... they broke through the darkness and created light.

When the figures of Zhang Sanfeng and others slowly appeared, Jing Bufan was stunned.

If ordinary people only see the inexplicable temperament of Zhang Sanfeng and others, then what they see is the future.

He saw the light...

He had never seen such a handsome Zhang Sanfeng, so majestic and stalwart.

He looked at everyone's eyes and instinctively ignored everything.

Age, strength...

"Perhaps this is the only way to be worthy of being a pioneer in the dark age." Jing Bufan smiled calmly and recovered from the shock.

Once, he thought that by cooperating with Yuan Qing and Yuan Zhe, he could face Zhang Sanfeng, Ximen Ouyang, and Shaolin Sandu.

Now it seems...it's just a joke.

Those who walk in the darkness, even if they are old, are already the kings they once were.

Unless they die, let them still be kings.

The figures of Zhang Sanfeng and others were getting closer and closer, and at this moment, three figures in the imperial city came towards the city wall.

They came at high speed across the roof. The three of them took off their masks, and their faces were all covered with patterns.

"Three Ghosts of Xiangxi..." Jing Bufan looked at the three people rushing towards him without much fluctuation, as if he had already guessed half of it.

After the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi fell, they looked at Jing Bufan on the city wall with extremely complicated eyes.

This man...is more decisive than Bashang.

The imperial city hangs a white flag, but few people dare to make this decision.

Time passed slowly... The breeze blew Jing Bufan and the Xiangxi Three Ghosts, and the four of them quietly waited for the arrival of Zhang Sanfeng and others.

They watched Zhang Sanfeng and others getting closer and closer.

When Zhang Sanfeng and others made an appointment to go up to the city wall, all eyes were focused on Jing Bufan.

No one expected that Jing Bufan would be the only one here.

None of the elders in the Yuan room came.

"I've met Mr. Zhang." Jing Bufan saluted respectfully to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Where is the person?" Zhang Sanfeng looked at Jing Bufan with deep eyes.

"No fight." Jing Bufan's extremely bitter voice sounded: "You can't fight."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled, and this smile was as ironic as this: "No fight?"

"Is there a choice?"

"I didn't want to fight countless times, but is it useful?"

Jing Bufan remained silent. Today's Yuanshi is the Central Plains of the past.

No choice, no escape.

"The emperor is in the palace." Gui Shiba said with a smile.

"The three heroes of the inner sect are over there."

A long time ago, Zhang Sanfeng asked the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi to come to the imperial city with only one purpose, to keep an eye on the Yuan Dynasty Emperor.

Regardless of whether the older generation of Yuanshi wants to fight or not, they must fight.

If you don't fight, kill the emperor.

This is an upright conspiracy.

"Do you understand?" Ximen Ouyang looked at Jing Bufan calmly.

"Save some face for you, don't refuse."

"If it weren't for the white flags hanging in your imperial city, we wouldn't be talking to you today, but would go straight in."

"As people who have walked through the darkness of the Central Plains, we can understand the difficulties and choices in your heart."

"So we've given you enough respect."

Jing Bufan took a long breath: "I understand."

"I'll take you there."

Without many words or explanations, Jing Bufan just walked towards the city wall.

This gives people a very weird feeling, as if Jing Bufan has known how Zhongyuan does it for a long time.

At this moment, everyone in the Central Plains was shocked, and a certain sadness rose in their hearts.

Regicide! !

Jing Bufan was so calm, which could only mean one thing. The Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty was dead, and Jing Bufan had been prepared for it.

The older generation of Yuanshi didn't know how to choose, so Jing Bufan made the choice for them.

For the future development of martial arts and the future peace of Mongolia, he committed regicide!

"What's going on in the palace?" Nangong Ping looked at the complicated voices of the three ghosts in western Hunan.

Gui Si's heart sank: "Jing Bufan went in once yesterday, and then the door was closed tightly. The three heroes of the inner sect were always there, and we couldn't get close."

"I don't know the specific situation."

Everyone looked at each other and slowly walked towards the city wall.

The moment everyone went down, countless Central Plains people hiding in the imperial city came out of the house.

There are common people, people from the martial arts world, and businessmen.

Everyone just followed silently.

One street is like this, two streets are like this, and three streets are like this.

Countless Central Plains people all walked out at this moment.

Jing Bufan is in front, Zhang Sanfeng and others are behind, and behind them are countless people from the Central Plains and martial arts people.

Now at this time, everyone knows what Zhang Sanfeng and others are going to do.

Hanging a white flag in the Imperial City is tantamount to announcing surrender. Now that Zhang Sanfeng has arrived and is approaching the Imperial City, there is only one thing...fight!

And what everyone does is to do their best, even if they die.

At this time, in addition to the palace, there were still a few guards in the imperial city, and there were no more soldiers.

In this way, countless people, led by Jing Bufan, walked into the palace and into this unattainable palace.

It's all so dreamy, so unreal.

But the high palace walls and the bluestones underfoot tell everyone that all this is true.

Yuanshi... is over.

It's really over.

"Let's all go." Jing Bufan looked at the terrified soldiers not far away and waved his hand.

"leave."

"Leave this place of wrong."

The soldier saluted Jing Bufan and left quickly.

One, two, three... countless soldiers dropped their weapons and armor and fled outside the palace.

They just ran away under the angry eyes of countless people. They panicked and were afraid.

Afraid of someone suddenly taking action in anger, afraid of dying here.

But their worries did not come to pass. Whether it was the people of the Central Plains or the people in the martial arts world, everyone had nothing but murderous eyes.

Countless people crossed the palace gate, came to the square, passed through the gorgeous palace, and passed through the imperial garden...

At this moment, everyone finally arrived at the emperor's palace.

There are no soldiers or guards here.

Apart from the exquisite courtyard, the delicate flowers and the towering trees, there is nothing else.

All this seems to tell everyone that this place was once so prosperous and so unattainable.

"Creak..."

Jing Bufan opened the door to the emperor's palace, turned to Zhang Sanfeng and others and said, "Please!"

Zhang Sanfeng and others knew that he had guessed correctly.

The Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty died, and he died in the hands of Jing Bufan.

Under the leadership of Jing Bufan, everyone slowly walked into the house. The house was very gorgeous, and there was a person lying on the bed next to it.

That is the current emperor of the Yuan Dynasty.

"I'll go take a look." Gui Shiba said, quickly walked over, and gently placed his right hand on the emperor's neck.

"died."

Although everyone had guessed the result, they still found it incredible when they heard it with their own ears.

Regicide! !

Jing Bufan...how to do it.

"Is this result okay?" Jing Bufan's hoarse voice sounded.

boom! !

Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand and slapped the body of Emperor Yuanshi. The gorgeous bed collapsed with loud noises, and then he turned around and left.

There was a distant voice as he left.

"Get ready for Qingshu's wedding."

Nangong Ping patted Jing Bufan, then turned and left.

Shangguan Yinghao, Du You, and the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi all made the same move and then left directly.

After the door was closed, Jing Bufan knelt down on the ground and covered his face with his hands, trying to keep himself silent as his tears fell like raindrops.

Like a helpless toddler.

He didn't dare to look at the collapsed bed or the dead emperor.

He thought he was ready to face everything, but he wasn't...

Zhang Sanfeng's last palm defeated his last inner defense.

"Thank you...thank you...thank you..."

Jing Bufan silently said thank you countless times in his heart. Master Zhang's slap freed him from the charge of regicide.

Master Zhang understands his own difficulties, Ximen Ouyang, Shaolin Sandu, Shangguan Yinghao, etc... everyone understands.

So everyone chose to bear the blame on his behalf.

Be it respect, understanding, or pity, at least everything has been postponed.

He still had time to do something.

"boom!!"

At this time, the door was pushed open directly, and the people who came were the three masters of the inner sect.

After the three of them entered the door, they looked at Jing Bufan who was kneeling on the ground, and his expression changed drastically. When the three of them looked at the emperor's bed, their bodies were shaking and their eyes were red.

The wreckage scattered on the ground, the bloody emperor.

Grief arose from the heart, a huge roar made the entire palace tremble, the ornaments began to collapse, and countless wine glasses shattered instantly...

“Central Plains!!!”

"You guys are going too far!!"

"This is too much!"

"This is too much!"

"..." (End of this chapter)