Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

Wudang Mountain Gate.

There was a rapid sound of horse hooves, and the guarding disciples looked over in confusion.

The leader left for Guangmingding a few months ago, and Wudang no longer accepts visits during this period.

What happened? Why did the disciples at the bottom of the mountain let people come up?

For a moment, everyone saw the figure of the person coming, and their eyes were extremely excited.

"Senior Brother Song!"

"Senior Brother Song is back!"

"It's Senior Brother Song."

"..."

Everyone in Wudang has heard about Song Qingshu these days.

Senior Brother Song not only recovered his cultivation, but also knocked away Granny Jinhua with one palm.

Although Granny Jinhua was defeated at the hands of Master Miejie, it was because Master Miejie had the Yitian Sword.

Many people in the world are curious about where Senior Brother Song is going.

Many people came to visit Wudang before.

"Is Wudang okay?" Song Qingshu came to the mountain gate, got off the horse and asked with a smile.

The disciple guarding the mountain quickly took the horse and explained.

"Fortunately, everything is fine."

"The seventh uncle is in Wudang now."

Song Qingshu walked towards Wudang and asked casually: "Uncle Seventh Master?"

"Where are my father, second uncle and the others?"

The accompanying disciple said: "I have been going to Guangmingding for several months."

"Go and do your work." Song Qingshu nodded.

He has always been aware of the trends in the world, and he had been paying attention when he was at the Tomb of the Living Dead.

It takes a lot of time to besiege Guangming. Rushing to discuss, encircle and suppress... these all take time.

Wu-Tang Backyard.

Song Qingshu immediately found his seventh uncle Mo Shenggu.

"Uncle Seventh Master."

Mo Shenggu was very happy to see Song Qingshu, but there was some surprise in his eyes.

It has been a year since Song Qingshu left, and there is basically no news.

"sit."

"Why do you remember that you are back now?"

The two sat down, Song Qingshu took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Come back and have a look."

"Just ask Grand Master about something."

Mo Shenggu said: "Unfortunately, the master has already gone into seclusion."

"Master told me when he was in seclusion not to disturb him unless something important happened."

"Is your problem serious?"

Song Qingshu's heart tightened. It seemed that his guess was good.

The Grand Master may not be here.

He smiled and shook his head.

"It's okay, just go into seclusion."

"Where are the others in Wudang? Why isn't my father here?"

Mo Shenggu looked at Song Qingshu and smiled: "Don't give me a bad look. Don't you know what's going on?"

"You have been away for a year. Although no one in the world knows your whereabouts, I can't hide anything in the world from you."

"Going to Guangmingding."

Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly: "Father, did my second uncle give me an explanation?"

Mo Shenggu shook his head: "You decide for yourself."

"We definitely don't want you to go. All the sects have come to visit you before after knowing your strength."

"The purpose is to get you to participate."

"You happened to be away at that time, so we pushed it off."

He actually doesn't want Song Qingshu to come back now.

It would be best if Song Qingshu did not go to the Battle of Guangmingding. Although Song Qingshu was not old, he had been in the arena for a long time.

Song Qingshu's experience is different from ordinary people.

Wudang knew very well that Song Qingshu had a complicated relationship with Mingjiao.

"Uncle Qi, I might have to go there." Song Qingshu looked at Mo Shenggu and said seriously.

When he came back this time, in addition to checking to see if Master Tai was there and verifying his suspicions, he also wanted to tell Wudang.

Wudang does not restrain him now, but there are many things that he needs to explain clearly to Wudang.

It is not good to go hastily.

His father and uncle respected his choice, and he also had to respect Wudang.

"Think about it." Mo Shenggu looked at Song Qingshu solemnly.

"Zhou Dian, Monk Peng, and Flood Flag are all here."

"After you meet, you figure out what to do."

"This time it's not a child's play, it's a life-and-death fight, and there will be no mercy."

"I know." Song Qingshu nodded seriously.

When Mo Shenggu saw Song Qingshu acting like this, he didn't dissuade him. Song Qingshu had always done things in a measured way since he was a child.

The Shaolin challenge was a problem caused by the promotion of the older generation.

"okay."

"You decide."

"When will you be there?"

Song Qingshu smiled and said: "Tomorrow, I have other things to do."

"So urgent?" Mo Shenggu was a little surprised. Song Qingshu had just returned.

"I have nothing to do in Wudang." Song Qingshu responded.

"Uncle Qi, just stay in Wudang."

"Well, you go and rest first." Mo Shenggu responded, Song Qingshu had nothing to do if he stayed in Wudang.

After the two chatted for a while, Song Qingshu chatted with other Wudang juniors.

He has been away for more than a year, and he misses everyone a little.

Wudang was very lively on this day, and many people wanted Song Qingshu to give some advice.

Song Qingshu was not polite either. His current strength was indeed enough to guide these people.

Night time.

Song Qingshu left his yard.

Grand Master cannot be disturbed when he is in seclusion. It is difficult for him to enter during the day, only at night.

He needed to verify his suspicions.

Song Qingshu's current cultivation level is also Qinggong, and others cannot notice it at all.

Creak...

Song Qingshu entered Zhang Sanfeng's retreat through the window smoothly.

There was no one inside, only some food was placed there.

"Really gone!"

Song Qingshu's heart tightened, the Grand Master was really not here.

His guess was right.

None of the top people are here.

Something big has happened.

call……

Song Qingshu took a breath, quietly closed the window, and returned to his yard.

The next morning...

Song Qingshu sent a message to Qi Murang that he was waiting for him in Shaolin, and then quickly left Wudang.

It's still early for the Mingjiao to siege and fight. It's a long way over there, and he still has time.

He planned to go to Shaolin to see if the Sandu Monk God was there, then ask Qi Mu about the situation and go to the Tianying Sect.

Ten days later.

Song Qingshu came to Shaolin, and the result was just as he thought. The Sandu monks and gods went into seclusion without seeing visitors.

The retreat time is about the same as that of Grand Master.

"Something really happened."

Song Qingshu bid farewell to everyone in Shaolin and went directly down the mountain.

At the ferry at the foot of the mountain, Qi Mu had been waiting early.

He set off immediately after receiving Song Qingshu's message.

He was too idle at the Sky Eagle Cult headquarters.

Apart from retreating, I just deal with some trivial matters, which is very boring.

"Young Master." Qi Mu shouted with laughter when he saw Song Qingshu's figure.

He quickly walked over, took the horse from Song Qingshu's hand, and handed it to others.

Song Qingshu asked: "How are you doing lately?"

"I'm free!" Qi Mu looked helpless: "It's too idle."

"I spend most of my time in seclusion, or dealing with some matters with Hall Master Li."

"Good thing." Song Qingshu responded.

Food and wine were already prepared on the boat. The two of them got on the boat and started eating directly. The merchant ship set sail back to the Sky Eagle Sect.

"Is uncle teaching in Tianying?" Song Qingshu asked casually after taking a bite of food.

"Not here." Qi Mu responded and looked at Song Qingshu's reaction.

Seeing that Song Qingshu didn't respond, he said again.

"The leader is not here either."

He knew a lot of things. Many people in the Sky Eagle Sect were supporting the Ming Cult.

Now that various sects are besieging Mingjiao, Song Qingshu's identity is a little difficult to deal with.

He originally thought that Song Qingshu would not participate, but he did not expect that Song Qingshu would still appear after disappearing for a year.

"How many people from the Sky Eagle Sect have gone to support the Ming Sect?" Song Qingshu took a sip of wine and asked calmly.

The movements in his hands did not stop, and he acted very casually.

Seems like he's asking about something very ordinary.

But these words struck Qi Muer like thunder.

He knew very well that the Sky Eagle Sect was secretive, and no one except some altar owners knew about it.

"Sir...you guessed it."

Song Qingshu glanced at Qi Mu: "How fresh."

"Why else would I let you stay at the headquarters? You think grandpa doesn't know."

"I'm afraid you'll die."

"You still dislike boredom, so just have some fun while you're alive."

"I don't know how many people died this time."

Qi Mu's heart was shocked, he had made a guess before.

Especially when the Sky Eagle Cult told him to support the Ming Cult.

"Sir, thank you."

Song Qingshu waved his hand: "You and I are welcome, the Sky Eagle Sect has to keep people."

"Grandpa will not support all the people in the Ming Cult. The Sky Eagle Cult will definitely keep its experts."

"Uncle Li probably didn't go, right?"

Qi Mu said solemnly: "Yes."

"Hall Master Li is here, and there are two other altar leaders. Only the elites from the different altars are gone."

"If the Ming Sect suffers heavy casualties, the Sky Eagle Sect can still sustain itself."

Song Qingshu nodded slightly: "Is there any news from the Beggar Clan?"

Qi Mu said in a deep voice: "Yes, people from the Beggar Clan are also moving, quite a few of them."

"They are not with the major sects, but behind."

A strange smile appeared in Song Qingshu's eyes: "Good thing."

"Old Qi, the fun is yet to come."

"Not only the Beggar Gang, but also Haisha and Divine Fist will probably move."

"Besieging Guangmingding is a big deal."

Qi Mu didn't understand what Song Qingshu meant: "Master, what are you going to do?"

"Or... Young Master is going to Guangmingding?"

Song Qingshu smiled and said: "Go, why not go."

"Why don't I go to such a big event?"

"Go back to the Sky Eagle Sect first. I'll discuss something with Hall Master Li."

Qi Mu's eyes were even more confused, but he didn't ask any more questions.

The young master has his own way of doing things.

But he was a little cautious and wanted to follow him to Guangmingding.

He is naturally restless, and he is really bored at the headquarters of the Sky Eagle Sect.

"Master...let me follow you."

"I've been too idle recently. I'm really not used to it these days."

"Okay." Song Qingshu looked at Qi Mu and smiled.

"Eat, eat."

Hearing this, Qi Mu's eyes shone, and he finally didn't have to sit around anymore.

Good thing, good thing.

"Sir, I respect you."

"Come on."

One drink, two drinks, three drinks...it didn't take long to get drunk.

Qi Mu was too excited. He was really restless and was not born to stay at the headquarters of the Sky Eagle Sect.

Seeing that Qi Mu was drunk, Song Qingshu asked someone to help him into the room and stood alone on the deck.

He was not planning to take Qi Mu to Guangmingding.

Saiki has other things to do.

Seeing that Qi Mu was like this, he could only relent.

His initial arrangement was for Qi Mu to take the people from the Sky Eagle Sect at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Shortly after the Guangmingding battle, Zhao Min would lead an army to bloodbath Shaolin, followed by Wudang.

According to his memory, although Wudang was saved, many people died in Wudang, many, many.

By then, many people he knows will die.

He did not allow this outcome.

So... there was only one reason why he found Qi Mu to join the Tianying Cult after leaving Wudang!

Borrow someone!

The elite members of the Sky Eagle Cult are trained according to the military, so they can resist.

Zhao Min's army is not that easy to deal with. It requires people from the Tianying Sect, and there are at least a thousand people. It is impossible to deal with less people.

He didn't know where Guangmingding would go in the end. He would definitely save his sixth uncle, his father and others.

After that, Zhang Wuji became the leader of the Ming Cult, and Zhao Min captured all the sects, but he didn't care about these.

He only cares about the casualties in Wudang Mountain.

It would be best if he could come back in time, otherwise Zhao Min would take action early.

The result was that Grand Master was injured, the gate of Wudang Mountain was shattered, and blood flowed like a river.

He won't allow this to happen!

"Zhao Min hopes you have better luck and don't seek death." Song Qingshu's eyes showed a cold light.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely be able to come back, then everything will be easy to say.

If he had not rushed back, Wudang would have suffered heavy casualties.

Then Zhao Min has only one result!

die!

"Don't seek death, I'm not Zhang Wuji, I hold a grudge!"

"Especially the people I care about!"