Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start.

The loud sound resounded through the palace, causing countless ordinary people who were preparing to leave the palace to stop.

Many people covered their ears because of the loud sound and looked at the emperor's palace in shock.

Zhang Sanfeng and others also stopped and looked over.

They all recognized who the voice came from.

Now it seems that only Jing Bufan himself knows what Jing Bufan did, not even the three heroes of the inner sect who have been guarding the emperor.

The flower is orange-red and brightly colored.

The other Yuanshi masters did the same. They bowed slightly to Zhongyuan and then left directly.

Song Qingshu also picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Thank you."

Jing Bufan didn't convince the emperor with the token, but snatched it and forced him to question it.

They never expected that this would be the result. The Grand Master led the older generation straight into the imperial city. There was no battle or riot, and the emperor died.

"Come, congratulations to you and Yang Xue." Jing Bufan picked up the jug on the side and poured a glass for Song Qingshu, drinking it all in one gulp.

"This era...is over."

The wine flows down the glowing glazed tiles, dripping...

"The scenery here...is really nice."

They looked at Zhang Sanfeng and others standing in the Jinluan Hall, and endless loneliness appeared in their eyes.

They all had met Jing Bufan before. This young man who came from Mongolia to the Central Plains was so confident and so curious about everything.

Fighting against Yuanshi in the Jinluan Palace... Stepping on the brilliance of Yuanshi and pushing them to destruction is the dream of countless people.

"The clouds seem to have the ambition to reach the clouds, but the sun is peaceful without holding the sun's heart."

At most, it's just a bargaining chip that forces them to take action.

"Compared with Qing Shu's young and mature character, Jing Bufan looks at the world with a smile. He appreciates everything, whether it's Yuanshi or Zhongyuan, it's all the same."

People do change over time, but it shouldn't be so fast. Just half a month... is too fast.

"These old guys in Yuanshi will either go crazy or die in silence. They have no other choice." Zhang Sanfeng looked up at the chaotic imperial city and spoke with emotion.

"Where is the emperor?" Bashang took a deep breath and asked in a questioning voice.

"Jing Bufan is very good, but it's a pity that he was born in the wrong era." Zhang Sanfeng looked at the backs of everyone in the Yuan Dynasty and sighed.

Many people turned around and looked in the direction of the emperor's palace from time to time, their eyes full of complexity and unbearability.

"Crazy Zhang, send me down."

Shi Huolong took a few sips of wine again, patted the dust on his body, and looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a carefree smile: "I'm satisfied."

The Jing Bufan he knew would not be so depressed, so lonely, like a dying old man.

Everyone looked at Shi Huolong who looked like a beggar below and smiled.

The expressions of the three heroes of the inner sect were so angry and crazy...

"His generosity exceeds that of my younger self, and his talent can go a long way."

"We did it."

The densely packed crowd in the palace moved towards the outside of the palace. There was no looting of wealth, no killing, everything was so peaceful and strangely peaceful.

"It's everything we thought it would be."

In the palace, Song Qingshu looked at everything in front of him, feeling an indescribable depression and desolation in his heart.

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Zhenren Zhang led the masters from the Central Plains to enter the imperial city and the palace...

"The younger me...maybe couldn't do it."

If Shi Huolong comes, he can only hide everything and beg all the way like a beggar.

"Go farther away." Zhang Sanfeng looked at the three heroes of the inner sect who were getting closer and closer, and spoke slowly, then turned and left directly.

"Brothers, we did it." Nangong Ping took off the wine bottle and bent down to pour the drink.

Song Qingshu and others arrived at the Imperial City, and they settled in the largest inn in the Imperial City.

"Xiao Jing... I'm still alive..." An almost insignificant sound of heartbreak sounded.

While drinking, he stood up and looked around, with a childlike smile on his face.

"It's over..."

These six people have been entangled for half a lifetime. As long as one party wants to delay, there is no way to tell the winner.

Although the sound was very small, everyone heard it.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't respond, just looked at everyone in the Yuan Room calmly.

At this time, Shi Huolong was really like a beggar. Even the shabby clothes could not cover his whole body, and the messy hair completely blocked his cheeks.

"It's over..."

"..."

"This is not you." Song Qingshu's somewhat complicated voice sounded.

The three of them did not go directly to find the three heroes of the inner sect, but headed outside the imperial city.

Yuanshi is finished... they are finished too...

"The emperor is just a chess piece in our hands...if he dies, he will die."

Shaolin Sandu, Nangong Ping, also smiled.

"This flower... looks like you."

All this was too sudden for them.

"Today we will fight to the death!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and sent Shi Huolong off without any words.

At this moment, countless people looked at Zhang Sanfeng and others with unprecedented awe in their eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng and others were originally preparing to leave, but at this moment everyone stopped, all eyes looking at one place.

This was not the Jing Bufan he remembered, nor was it the Jing Bufan he knew.

In the Jinluan Hall, a group of people looked at each other like this.

The Three Ghosts of Xiangxi smiled at everyone, jumped into the air, and started drinking loudly.

The Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty died... just like that.

Bursts of crying and helplessness sounded deep in the palace, and everyone knew that they had been abandoned, completely abandoned.

Song Qingshu stood outside the Jinluan Palace, feeling inspired. He stood here for a long time, and then walked towards the emperor's palace.

Zhang Sanfeng and others were indifferent to the three heroes of the Neizong and the three ghosts of Xiangxi who left in the air.

"People will change with the times. At this time, I should be like this."

At this moment, Yuan Shi's body that had been strong all his life was no longer strong. They were so sad and lonely.

The older generation of the Yuan Dynasty are all here.

"Is this the end and beginning of a dynasty?"

No matter them, the Beggar Clan, or other people in the martial arts world, no one would let Shi Huolong come to the imperial city.

Song Qingshu didn't know how to answer, nor how to respond.

A face as calm as water, eyes without any fluctuation.

The sun was shining high and the wind was blowing. Zhang Sanfeng and others just looked at everything in the distance quietly.

"To give future generations a peaceful era, we have walked from darkness to light. All they have to do is restore this ruins under the light."

But those eyes still made everyone recognize him at a glance.

It turns out that martial arts masters... can really go to heaven and earth.

People can't help themselves in the world, and the destined hostility cannot be changed. All they can do is to let the other party have a decent ending.