Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start.

After Song Qingshu returned to the inn, he still felt unhappy. On the table was the Lingxiao flower brought back from the palace.

He looked at the flowers on the table, feeling admiration and sadness in his heart. After seeing Jing Bufan's appearance, he guessed something.

For example, how the emperor died.

Regicide! ! It takes unparalleled courage to do something like this in this day and age.

The white flag was hung in the imperial city, accelerating the destruction of the Yuan Dynasty.

Kill the emperor with your own hands.

This choice was very, very difficult, but Jing Bufan still made it.

This is a good thing for the people of the Yuan Dynasty and the martial arts world of the Yuan Dynasty.

But to some, this is a sinner, the greatest sinner ever.

creak...

The door was pushed open, and Yang Xue walked in slowly. Seeing Song Qingshu looking at the flowers on the table in deep thought, a trace of sadness appeared in his heart.

She knew their guess was right.

The Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty was killed by the Yuan Dynasty himself, and it was Jing Bufan.

Yang Xue slowly sat down and interrupted Song Qingshu's contemplation: "Qingshu...father and the others are back."

Song Qingshu woke up from his thoughts, looked at Yang Xue and nodded: "I'll go over now."

……

Outside the courtyard, countless people gathered together. Everyone stood silently on both sides, staring at the two coffins in the courtyard.

The top management of Mingjiao is here, the Five Heroes of Wudang are also there, Zhang Wuji is here, Zhou Zhiruo is here, Qi Mu and others are also there, and King Yin Ye is also there...

The huge courtyard seemed a bit crowded at the moment.

When a burst of footsteps sounded, everyone looked over, and Song Qingshu's figure slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.

Dressed in mourning clothes, with beautiful hair, and a look of contemplation and sadness on his face.

Song Qingshu walked very slowly, very slowly... His eyes stayed on the two coffins.

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu like this, and at this moment, everyone suddenly realized that Song Qingshu was also old.

Song Qingshu is no longer the handsome young man he was before.

Not far away, Yang Xue and the girls Youlan Zhuya watched silently from a distance, but they did not pass by.

In the yard, Song Qingshu was stroking the coffin with both hands. There seemed to be endless words in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, just stroking it like that.

It's like all the words are in it.

"Master Song, this is our fault!" Looking at Song Qingshu like this, Zhou Dian suddenly knelt down.

But at this moment, he found a force dragging him.

Obviously this power came from Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Dian and shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you."

"We are all young and have our own choices."

King Yin Ye took a deep breath and looked at Song Qingshu firmly: "Qingshu... this matter is not over."

"It's over...it's so early." Song Qingshu laughed at himself.

"Go away."

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu, whose eyes were once again fixed on the coffin, and felt panicky for some unknown reason.

Before they came, they thought about Song Qingshu's anger, sadness, etc...

Everyone has thought about countless scenes, but they have never thought that Song Qingshu is so calm and ordinary.

People from the Ming Sect have left, as have Wudang, Emei, Tianying Sect, and other disciples.

Only the people closest to Song Qingshu were left.

Yin Ye Wang, Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo, Qi Mu and others, Wudang Five Heroes, Wang He.

Everyone just looked at Song Qingshu in silence.

The breeze blew up the white flags and swayed the treetops, as if bringing a glimmer of life to this extremely depressing atmosphere.

"Uncle, what do you want?" Song Qingshu looked at the people who had not left and looked away from the coffin.

He saw anger in his uncle's eyes, unprecedented anger and madness.

At the same time, he knows all the trends these days.

"The four people who took action will die!" King Yin Ye's eyes flashed with cold light, and his tone was extremely firm.

Song Qingshu nodded and turned to look at the Wudang Five Heroes: "Second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, sixth uncle, seventh uncle, where are you?"

Yu Lianzhou and others remained silent.

The death of their eldest brother made them unable to do anything, and they understood why his eldest brother left.

Song Qingshu saw that everyone was silent and took a long breath: "Second uncle, watch this Wudang."

"My father said that you are more suitable than him."

As he said that, he looked at Wang He: "Don't go to Mongolia."

"Senior brother..." Just as Wang He was about to say something, Song Qingshu shook his head slightly: "Listen to me."

"Wudang must be passed down."

"It's unknown whether I...will survive."

"The relationship between Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min means that he is destined to have no say in the righteous way of the Central Plains. Maybe everyone will be concerned about his strength, but he will never be able to get rid of being with Zhao Min in his life."

"The most he can do is ensure the roots of Wudang, but he cannot allow Wudang to pass on and be glorious."

"He is an outsider...not a member of Wudang."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and Zhang Wuji felt as if his heart was cut by a knife: "Brother..."

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji and smiled: "You have helped me a lot, that's enough. I am the biggest direct descendant of Wudang, and this is my responsibility."

"Live a good life, you will never be stable in your life. You will be good in the future."

"After this time, the Central Plains has nothing to do with you. You can go wherever you want, whether it's Persia, Mongolia, or the Western Regions. It's up to you."

"As I said before, don't be afraid outside. You have suffered for half your life and it's time to enjoy it. You are my brother. Even if I am afraid of your brother to death, someone will protect you."

Yu Lianzhou and others did not dare to look over after listening to Song Qingshu's words.

Qingshu is currently making funeral arrangements.

Qingshu shouldn't have to bear all this, but it all fell on Qingshu.

"I will take over Wudang, Zhang Wuji will be removed from Wudang!" Yu Lianzhou's heartbroken voice sounded.

"Second uncle, thank you." Seeing his second uncle like this, Song Qingshu showed a relieved smile, and then looked at the silent Zhou Zhiruo in the distance.

"Zhiruo, find a successor in Emei, and you can leave too."

"Master Jue is Master Jue, you are you."

"It's time for you to choose for yourself."

"You were supposed to have a good life. It was Wudang who sent you to Emei, and you got to where you are now."

"You are not suitable for the world, and Zhang Wuji is not suitable for the world. Get along well with Zhao Min and Xiao Zhao."

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu and her eyes became moist: "Okay, brother."

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo and nodded, and finally his eyes fell on Qi Mu and others.

"what about you……"

"How are you going to live?"

Qi Mu and others looked at each other. After a long silence, a firm voice sounded.

"We break away from Wu-Tang."

"We will not return to the Central Plains unless necessary."

"We want to go for a walk."

Song Qingshu was not surprised at all, but Qi Fu and others had hatred in their hearts and told him: "Live well."

"It's time for you to go out and take a look."