Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

Yang Xue and Song Qingshu were already at the entrance of the Tomb of the Living Dead.

In front of them is a peach blossom forest.

"How about giving it a try." Yang Xue looked at Song Qingshu and asked with a smile.

"How long were you trapped last time?"

Song Qingshu didn't hide it and smiled calmly: "It's not a short time."

"Go in the morning and leave at noon."

"If it hadn't been for the guidance of Grand Master, I would have had to wait for you to pick me up."

Yang Xue slowly walked into the peach blossom forest and said with a smile: "That's really not me."

"I was in retreat at that time."

"You'll probably have to wait a long time."

Song Qingshu just smiled and did not respond. He followed Yang Xue and moved forward slowly.

Yang Xue walked very slowly, taking a few steps and stopping a few.

Song Qingshu knew Yang Xue's intention and was teaching him. He also understands, so he has been observing the surrounding situation.

The changes and movement of peach blossoms.

After half an hour, the two arrived at the entrance of the ancient tomb.

"Come directly over if you have anything to do in the future." Yang Xue looked at Song Qingshu and smiled lightly.

"I know." Song Qingshu now knew how to enter the peach blossom forest.

Although I don’t quite understand the secret, it’s no problem to get in.

"Miss."

"ah……"

"Master Song is here too."

As soon as Song Qingshu entered it, he heard two shouts.

Not far away, two women in white dresses looked at Yang Xue and Song Qingshu with surprise in their eyes.

"I've met these two girls." Song Qingshu nodded slightly to the two of them.

Yang Xue explained: "This is Dongfang Bamboo, and this is Dongfang Ya."

"This peach blossom is really made by them."

"Just call them Xiaozhu and Xiaoya."

Dongfang Zhu and Dongfang Ya responded with smiles.

"Just call me Xiaozhu."

"Just call me Xiaoya."

When Song Qingshu saw the two of them acting like this, he was not too polite.

Afterwards, Yang Xue took Song Qingshu to visit the Tomb of the Living Dead.

After that, the two went to find Senior Ximen Ouyang, but it turned out that Senior was still in seclusion.

Early next morning.

Yang Xue took Song Qingshu to the mural room, which is where martial arts are recorded.

Nine Yin Manual.

Jade Girl Su Xin Sword.

Secret Ecstasy Palm, etc. are among them.

"You are here to study. If you need anything, come to me in the study." Yang Xueyao said.

Song Qingshu looked at the martial arts on the wall and was extremely shocked.

Too much, too much.

This is a treasure house of martial arts.

"good."

"I'll find you then."

Yang Xue withdrew, while Dongfang Zhu and Dongfang Ya were waiting outside.

Their eyes were full of curiosity and gossip.

"Miss, what did you do during our ten-year appointment?"

"Yes, why did you bring Song Qingshu back?"

"Outsiders are not allowed in here."

"Miss, is Song Qingshu not considered an outsider now?"

"Well, definitely."

"..."

Yang Xue had long seen that the two of them were holding back a lot of questions because it was difficult for them to talk to them because Song Qingshu was here.

Now Song Qingshu went to the mural room and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"follow me."

Dongfang Zhu and Dongfang Ya's faces changed slightly and they stopped joking.

There must be something big going on for Yang Xue to be so serious.

After a while, everyone came to the study room.

Yang Xue said seriously: "I found the Dugu Nine Swords!"

When the voice fell, Dongfang Zhu and Dongfang Ya were stunned.

Dugu Nine Swords?

It's been years and I don't have a clue.

How did you find it?

It was difficult for them to accept it for a while.

It took a long time to recover.

"Master Song?"

Yang Xue nodded and told what happened between the two of them at Wang Panshan.

Originally, she thought that the two of them would ask about other things about the Lonely Nine Swords.

Turns out she was wrong.

Dongfang Ya and Dongfang Zhu laughed with gossip on their faces.

"The Jade Girl's swordsmanship."

"Two swords come together."

"Under the moonlight."

"The man is talented and the woman is beautiful."

"That picture is so good."

"..."

Yang Xue: "..."

She looked at Dongfang Zhu and Dongfang Ya's eyes.

"That's enough for you two girls."

Dongfang Zhu and Dongfang Ya laughed. They had known about Song Qingshu and Yang Xue for a long time.

The two of them are indeed talented and handsome.

One is a descendant of the Yang family, and the other is a descendant of Wudang Zhang Zhenren.

There is no one in the world who is more suitable than these two people together.

After a while, several people joked.

Dongfang Ya asked: "Miss, how long do you think Mr. Song will need?"

Yang Xue shook her head slightly: "It's hard to say."

"I have some insights these days. Song Qingshu and I have tried it, but there are still some shortcomings."

"needs time."

Dongfang Ya nodded, it was Dugu Nine Swords after all.

It's not easy to find.

That is to say, Yang Xue and Song Qingshu, two people with low understanding and low internal strength are really not good.

"I see."

"I won't disturb you during this period. Uncle Ximen has come out of seclusion. I'll let you know."

Yang Xue said: "There is one more thing."

"If the various sects are ready to take action regarding Guangmingding, please notify Song Qingshu."

"He's going."

Dongfang Zhu, Dongfang Ya frowned.

"Miss, Mr. Song's current strength is inappropriate, isn't it?"

They are very aware of the strength of their young lady. Song Qingshu can perfectly cooperate with their young lady and is definitely not bad.

It's a bit bad to be involved in martial arts.

Yang Xue also knew the reason, but Song Qingshu's character was like this.

"White-browed Eagle King is going, and you also know Song Qingshu's identity."

Hearing this, Dongfang Zhu and Dongfang Ya nodded.

They also understand the relationship between Song Qingshu and the Sky Eagle Sect.

"knew."

"We will let you know when there is news."

Time passes slowly...

In the days that followed, Song Qingshu stayed in the ancient tomb, occasionally checking the information outside.

Six months later.

Ximen Ouyang came out of seclusion. When he knew that Song Qingshu was in the ancient tomb, his jaw almost dropped.

"Xiao Zhu, Yang Yatou went to Wudang?"

Dongfang Zhu was stunned: "Go to Wudang? Why?"

Ximen Ouyang patted the table, laughed and said, "Meet the elders."

"Otherwise, what else can we see?"

"Outsiders are not allowed to enter this ancient tomb. If Mr. Song enters the ancient tomb, doesn't it mean that he has married Yang Yatou?"

"Why don't you meet Master Zhang?"

Dongfang Zhu smiled: "Uncle Ximen, no."

Ximen Ouyang was confused for a while: "That's wrong."

"Why?"

Dongfang Zhu talked about the ten-year agreement, including Jade Girl's swordsmanship and Dugu's Nine Swords.

Ximen Ouyang looked shocked: "Found it?"

"Yeah." Dongfang Zhu smiled and said, "It's being perfected now and the progress is good."

Ximen Ouyang chuckled: "Does Mr. Song know the rules of the ancient tomb?"

Dongfang Zhu shook her head. She knew very well the relationship between Song Qingshu and Yang Xue, which was very subtle.

It's just that the two sides didn't talk about it.

"I know, I'll go find them." Ximen Ouyang left with a smile.

Outside the mural, he could hear the clash of weapons inside.

Dong Dong...

Dong Dong...

"I'm out of seclusion." Ximen Ouyang shouted lightly as he used his internal strength.

inside the house.

Song Qingshu and Yang Xue were rehearsing, but they stopped immediately when they heard Ximen Ouyang's voice.

Both of them had many questions to ask Ximen Ouyang.

"Senior Ximen."

"Uncle Simon."

Yang Xue and Song Qingshu looked at Ximen Ouyang outside the door and shouted.

"Not bad." Ximen Ouyang looked at the two people in front of him, feeling more and more comfortable.

I feel happy.

He was very happy that Yang Yatou could find a good home.

As for Song Qingshu... he looks good and has good strength, so-so.

"You want to see me for something?"

Yang Xue and Song Qingshu nodded, and the three of them left the mural room and came to the hall to sit down.

Yang Xue said: "Uncle Ximen, why are so many people in retreat?"

Ximen Ouyang knew that the two would ask about this, but he was not prepared to let them know at all.

Take a sip of wine.

"You will know this in five years."

"It's still early."

"Next question."

Song Qingshu and Yang Xue originally thought they would get the answer, but they didn't expect it would be five years later.

The two of them originally had a lot of problems.

There is nothing now.

Yang Xue knew Ximen Ouyang's character, and if he couldn't tell it, he would definitely not tell it.

It's useless to ask more.

Sighed.

"Ask Thousand Spiders and Ten Thousand Poisonous Hands."

Song Qingshu also learned about Yang Xue's character these days. Yang Xue said so, so it must be that Senior Ximen couldn't ask anything here.

He took out Thousand Spiders and Ten Thousand Poisonous Hands and placed it in front of Ximen Ouyang.

"Senior Ximen, you are an expert in using poison. I hope you can see if there is anything you can do."

After Ximen Ouyang picked it up, his eyes were casual at first, and then became more and more serious.

"Change the method? Or what?"

"Change!" Song Qingshu said in a deep voice: "Senior, is there any way?"

Ximen Ouyang put down the exercise and pondered for a few seconds: "It's very difficult."

"Unless it's fusion."

"I can prepare some elixirs to offset the toxins in his body and suppress them."

"If a cultivator's inner strength reaches the point where he can control it as he pleases, he will no longer need pills."

"But that's going to take a long time."

"This technique is very painful to practice."

"If you need me to find you some exercises and elixir formulas, you can prepare them yourself later."

"Thank you, senior." Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief, at least there was a solution.

A woman's appearance is very important, and some people value it more than her life.

Moreover, in the future, if you achieve great success, you won’t need elixirs. You can just practice faster.

Ximen Ouyang looked at the two of them and smiled strangely: "Okay, I'm leaving."

"You two continue."

"Come to my room to get it tomorrow."

Yang Xue and Song Qingshu looked at Ximen Ouyang's weird look and smiled in acquaintance.

Walk towards the mural room again.

The next morning...

Song Qingshu came to Senior Ximen Ouyang's room and found it empty.

There is a book of exercises, a bottle of pills, and two letters on the table.

Song Qingshu opened the envelope directly and frowned slightly as he read the information inside.

Simon Ouyang left.

Another letter contains the recipe for the elixir, along with some precautions.

Song Qingshu picked up the things and walked quickly towards Yang Xue.

In the study room, Yang Xue happened to be reading, and was a little surprised to see Song Qingshu in a hurry.

She rarely saw Song Qingshu like this.

"What happened."

"Senior Ximen is gone." Song Qingshu said as he handed the letter to Yang Xue.

"It's early." Yang Xue's face changed slightly. There are still three months left for the Huashan Sword Contest, and it is impossible for Uncle Ximen to leave at this time.

It had never happened before, she couldn't figure it out.

The only possibility is that something unexpected happened.

Song Qingshu was confused for a while: "What's so early?"

Yang Xue did not respond immediately, but began to think deeply, and said after a moment: "I may have to go out."

Song Qingshu said in a deep voice: "The Wulin hides those things."

Yang Xue nodded: "I can handle it. It's almost done over at Guangmingding. You have to go out too."

"The matter with your sister Yin Li has also been resolved."

"Thousands of spiders and ten thousand poisonous hands are too extreme. The sooner we solve it, the better."

Song Qingshu did not answer, but looked at Yang Xue quietly.

The two looked at each other.

"If anything happens, send me a message." Song Qingshu looked at Yang Xue firmly.

"My strength is not inferior to yours."

Yang Xue nodded with a smile and said softly: "Yes."

"I'll send you a message if something happens."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the bookshelf on the side.

"Let me show you some things about Mingjiao."

Half a month later...

Yang Xue, Song Qingshu left the ancient tomb in Dongfang Zhu, and Dongfang Ya saw each other off.

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the two parted.

Song Qingshu watched Yang Xue's figure completely disappear from sight before looking back.

He could guess that something must have happened, otherwise Yang Xue wouldn't be so anxious.

He had a guess that the Grand Master had also left Wudang.

Maybe the Sandu Divine Monk is no longer here either.

Grand Master, Sandu Divine Monk, Ximen Ouyang, Yang Xue, these hidden figures he came into contact with may have moved.

If it weren't for the fact that Guangmingding couldn't be delayed, he would have gone with Yang Xue.

He had a very strange feeling, which he couldn't explain.

It was as if he was slowly leaving the martial arts world he was familiar with, the world he was familiar with.

If we divide this world into different levels.

The first level is ordinary disciples, where the younger generation does not care about the fights of the older generation.

The second level is the fight between the older generation, and the leaders rarely take action.

The third level is Zhang Zhenren, Sandu, Ximen Ouyang, Yang Xue or the people hidden among them.

Their strength has surpassed that of the heads of major sects or the top combat forces.

It is no exaggeration to say that they looked down at the entire Jianghu, and everything in the Jianghu was just a slap in the face in their eyes.

Just like juniors fighting, they don't care whether they win or lose, it's all about experience.

People will die in the arena, and promotion requires fighting.

Let Jianghu handle everything by himself.

The same goes for the people in Yuanshi. As long as they are juniors or peers, they don't care.

Yuanshi and the highest-level masters in the Central Plains have always maintained a balance, or containment.

"Have I already looked down on the world?"

Song Qingshu looked at the sky and muttered to himself.

"If Grand Master is really not in Wudang, then my guess is correct."

"My growth, my father's growth, Wudang's growth, the descendants of various sects, the Ming Cult, etc..."

“We all grew up under that group of people.”

"Otherwise... we will all die."

"In the world of Yuanshi, how can Yuanshi look at the people in the martial arts world, with talents emerging from generation to generation?"

"We will all fall on the way to growth."

"There are no exceptions. Either you become a lackey of Yuanshi like Kudutuo, or you die. There is no second choice."

"Do you take responsibility? Will the inheritance of martial arts be continued?"

Song Qingshu tightened the reins of his horse and headed towards Wudang at high speed.

He wanted to test his conjecture and at the same time prevent Wudang from suffering a big loss behind Guangmingding.