Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start.

Under the starlight, all the girls now understood Song Qingshu's determination. They knew that the final battle between Zhongyuan and Yuanshi was about to begin.

Everything started after Xiangyang City.

"Go and have a rest." Song Qingshu said slowly while looking at the girls.

Things cannot be changed now.

Youlan Zhuya nodded slightly and left directly. Yang Xue looked at Song Qingshu and heard a comforting voice: "It's okay."

"You have arranged everything, and whatever the final outcome is depends on your fate."

Song Qingshu looked at Yang Xue with complicated eyes: "I know."

"Watch the end."

"You go and prepare the list of people lurking in Yuanshi. I will hand it over to Jing Bufan in seven days."

"Something has to start."

"Give an explanation to those who died and those who paid silently."

Yang Xue nodded slightly and sat with Song Qingshu for a long time before leaving.

That night... countless people entered Xiangyang City.

In Xiangyang City, the battle between Zhou Zhiruo, the head of the Emei Sect, and Zhao Xing of the Yuan Dynasty is now known to the world.

The six sects of the Central Plains did not come because they were fighting in Emei.

Maybe everyone has recovered and doesn't want to expose their strength, maybe everyone really hasn't recovered, anyway, the first-class masters are all in the Emei sect.

Many second-generation disciples came.

In addition to the six major sects, countless small forces, because Song Qingshu and Yang Xue had received everyone before, now swarmed in, with a huge momentum without any concealment.

Among the pavilions on the only road ten miles away from Xiangyang City.

Under the starlight, in the pavilion, Wang He was sitting alone in a green gown. There was an oil lamp, a pot of wine, and an unsheathed sword on the table.

The long sword was stained red with blood, and it was particularly dazzling under the light of the oil lamp.

On the official road not far from here, torches lit up the night. Many people were shocked when they looked at Wang He in the distance.

Wang He...a third-generation disciple of Wudang and the future successor of Wudang.

Wang He is here at this time. The sword on the table obviously killed more than one person. What is going on.

Now that Zhongyuan and Yuanshi are in a period of peace, Wang He must not have killed someone from Yuanshi who was so arrogant, but must have been from Zhongyuan.

At this point in time...it's very wrong to attack people from the Central Plains.

"What's going on?" someone asked curiously, while heading towards Xiangyang City.

Most people were confused, but they had no idea what was going on, so they could only head to Xiangyang quickly.

After everyone advanced a few kilometers, they saw Wudang disciples and other disciples of the five major sects.

Behind these people were densely packed corpses, as many as a hundred people.

"What...is going on?"

"Who are they waiting for?"

"..."

Countless people were completely shocked when they saw the scene in front of them. If they didn't know who Wang He was attacking before, they probably understood it now.

Xiangyang City... Ning'an Gambling House.

Many people have been to Xiangyang and know these people.

This Ning'an gambling house had many friends in the world and was quite powerful. How could it be suddenly wiped out?

"You are looking for death, and you can't blame others." An old man looked at the densely packed corpses and shook his head.

Many people didn't know the reason and started asking questions.

This time all the disciples from the six sects are here. Everyone has friendship with the six sects, so asking is not a problem.

Not long after... everyone knew the situation and shook their heads while looking at the dead man.

This Ning'an gambling house is seeking death.

The fight between the Emei Sect leader Zhou and Zhao Xing actually dared to open a betting market, and the fight started when news of the fight came from the Emei Sect.

This is not seeking death.

Just today, all six sects came over and killed them all.

The head of Ning'an Gambling House, Tang Shourong, and the elite were directly killed by the six sects.

No one in the entire gambling house left, it was a complete bloodbath.

During the whole process, no one from Zhongyuan spoke up, and the only change was Yuan Shi.

Yuan Shi came here once, and they left silently after seeing the determination of Wang He and the six sects.

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In the pavilion where Wang He was, Wang He looked at everything around him calmly, looking at the woods in the distance from time to time, with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Qin Jiu... aren't you coming over yet?"

"Take over Yuanshi Wulin, a top-notch master, you really don't know what seeking death means."

The matter of Ning'an Gambling House is actually not a big deal, and it is done very secretly, but there is no airtight wall in this world.

At first, Qi Mu didn't pay much attention to Wang He, but as more and more people placed bets, Qi Mu noticed something was wrong and contacted Shen Wansan immediately.

Today, as long as Shen Wansan has something to do with money, there is nothing he doesn't know about.

After Shen Wansan found out, he checked all night long and found out that most of the chambers of commerce involved in the money movement had deep entanglements with the Yuan Chamber of Commerce.

Shen Wansan estimated the money gathered in Xiangyang City, the final compensation, and the forces involved in the bet. It was a lot, a lot.

If this thing finally succeeds, it will be very troublesome.

As long as Yuanshi uses these things as a handle, many people may have changes in the final martial arts battle.

After Qi Mu learned about the situation, he immediately asked someone to find out who was driving the Yuanshi. To his surprise, it turned out to be that boy Qin Jiu.

At that time, Jing Bufan had not announced to the world that Qin Jiu was his successor, so Qi Mu wanted to kill this guy.

As for why he hasn't moved, it's because Qin Jiu is too troublesome in the Western Region, and he is waiting for Qin Jiu to come here.

Under the night, a figure quickly came towards the pavilion where Wang He was.

Wang He looked at the visitor and smiled, picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured a glass of wine.

The visitor was Qi Mu who had left Song Qingshu.

Qi Mu just entered the pavilion and looked at the wine poured by Wang He. He felt bitter in his heart and waved his hand: "I won't drink any more wine."

"Qin Jiu's grandson can't be killed. I want to go to Mongolia as soon as possible."

Wang He stood up suddenly and looked at Qi Mu in confusion: "What the hell can't you kill?"

"Are you kidding me? I'm laying out things in Xiangyang these days and you think I'm full and have nothing to do."

"You just slap your butt and leave. How will I explain to the other disciples of the six sects?"

Qi Mu glared at Wang He: "I want to kill him too, but that grandson has gone to Mongolia."

"Originally, Qin Jiu would definitely come according to our plan. After all, it was the grandson who was causing trouble here in Xiangyang. But now that Jing Bufan has discussed something with the young master, the grandson has gone directly to Mongolia. What should we do?"

Wang He glanced at Qi Mu impatiently: "Go about your business."

"Worked hard for half a month, and finally this is the result."

Qi Mu glanced at Wang He, and his figure disappeared into the dark night, his voice echoing in the air.

"I'll send you a message about the specific details."

"The matter in Xiangyang City is over."

Wang He drank a glass of wine depressedly, returned his sword to its sheath and slowly walked towards Xiangyang City.

He really wanted to kill that guy Qin Jiu.

But now since senior brother Song Qingshu said he couldn't be killed, there was nothing he could do.