[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Go away, don't disturb my ascension

The last image in Song Qingshu's memory is the sword coming towards him, and the moment of severe pain.When he opened his eyes again, he entered the room where he lived for a long time.He clutched his chest as if he hadn't realized it. There were no blades, wounds, or people he should have seen. For a moment, Song Qingshu thought he was dreaming.

Song Qingshu, who was sitting on the bed, turned his head to look at the window beside the bed, only after such a movement did he realize that there seemed to be something different about his body.Maybe it was because he was in a familiar environment, or maybe it was because he had just experienced those things, Song Qingshu was not defensive at all, and he looked a little silly.

Song Qingshu lowered his head to look at his body, only to find that he had shrunk a lot, as if he had returned to his childhood.Shocked by this change, Song Qingshu threw off the quilt abruptly, and before he had time to put on his shoes, he stepped on the door casually and opened the door like that.

Outside the door was a yard he was extremely familiar with, and he could clearly tell how many scratches there were on the stone table over there without even getting close.It was quiet outside, except for the lanterns hanging in the courtyard, Song Qingshu was not used to this kind of quietness.

He has never lived in such a quiet place since he left Wudang.

Song Qingshu stood at the door of the room, neither stepped out nor returned to the room, standing there like a statue.Song Qingshu, who had been staring at the big tree in the courtyard, suddenly raised his hand. He looked at his hand with only a thin callus, and was a little lost in thought.

The calluses on his hands seemed to have worn off and grew back. Song Qingshu suddenly couldn't remember how many times he had worn off and grown back when he was young. To Song Qingshu, this seemed to be a very important thing. It's been a long time.

Song Qingshu, who was staring at his hands and thinking, heard that the door next to him was opened. When he was still digging out from his memory who lived next to him, that person came out with a basin.

The one who came out was Yin Liting who was more than a little younger.

He hadn't seen Yin Liting for a long time, and his impression of Yin Liting's appearance was somewhat blurred, but the only thing he remembered was that Uncle Yin was designed to break his leg at that time, and Zhang Wuji helped to fix the leg bone later.

Song Qingshu even forgot what it was like to see Yin Liting the last time.

"Qingshu? Who are you scaring by standing here so early?" Yin Liting, who came out to pour water after washing his face, was startled by Song Qingshu at the door, "Why did you wake up so early today?"

Song Qingshu opened his mouth, wanted to say something but didn't utter a single word.

Yin Liting didn't go to see Song Qingshu. He just glanced at Song Qingshu at first and then walked under the tree. He was not surprised that he didn't get a response from Song Qingshu. After pouring the water, he turned around and made a joke: "Kai Qing That kid has only been away from third brother for two days and you are like this, if he comes back too soon, what will you do."

Song Qingshu was so unfamiliar with the name "Kaiqing", that he ignored the unfamiliar word "Taixu".Returning to his senses, Song Qingshu's face was no longer dazed at the beginning, and when he met Yin Liting's gaze, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, showing a very shallow smile.

A hand covered his head and patted it lightly.

He heard Uncle Yin, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, say to him: "Just kidding, since you woke up, you should wash up early, it's a bit cold in the morning, you're still wearing unlined clothes, be careful of catching cold."

Since he became a traitor in Wudang, no one has spoken to him like this again.

Song Qingshu lowered his head following Yin Liting's strength, and said "um" in a very low voice.

After Song Qingshu returned to the room and closed the door with his backhand, he could see the whole picture of his room clearly through the skylight cast from the window.The things placed here include things he is familiar with, and some things he has never seen before, and some things he will never keep in the house.Song Qingshu went to the table and lit the candles, and the whole room lit up instantly.

Song Qingshu felt in this room that he didn't live alone, there were traces of another person's life.But no matter how you look at it, there is only one quilt here, no one knows himself better than Song Qingshu, it is impossible for him to sleep on the same bed as others.

So these things in the house will not be his favorite things, whose is it?

Song Qingshu poured himself a glass of water from the already cold kettle, trying to calm himself down.He felt like he had come to a familiar and strange place. When is it now? Why did he suddenly return to his childhood? Did someone make a big joke on him, or did God give him a new start? Opportunity?

—But how is this possible?

Song Qingshu thought drowsily in his mind.

Song Qingshu, who had changed into the Wudang disciple uniform and went out, was still a little awkward. He didn't know when it was or how old he was now, so he could only do things by instinct.Waking up every morning to do morning lessons is a regular content, even if Song Qingshu is full of doubts, he can still go to the front hall as if nothing happened.

Song Qingshu saw many familiar faces on the way from the courtyard gate to the front hall. Although he couldn't remember the names of some of them, this sense of familiarity gave him reassurance.Song Qingshu smiled at the senior brother who was beckoning to him, and stood beside the senior brother holding the sword.He remembered that this senior brother was surnamed Zhang, and later he married a wife and had children at the foot of Wudang Mountain due to some incidents. He had also seen this senior brother's son, who was very cute with a thick head and a thick head.

Brother Zhang said good morning to Song Qingshu, then his eyes fell on the sword in Song Qingshu's hand, he looked at it twice and said with a smile: "I said that when you came here, I saw something wrong, why did you take the sword spike out?" down?"

Song Qingshu subconsciously raised the hand holding the sword, but there was nothing on it: "It was taken off."

"Is it dirty?" Brother Zhang didn't notice anything wrong with Song Qingshu's answer, so he continued, "Aren't you very fond of Jiansui? I saw that Uncle Kaiqing hung up one, so I insisted Just like him, don't let fourth uncle see it, or he will talk about you again."

——Kaiqing... Uncle?

This is the second time Song Qingshu has heard this name, but there has never been a martial uncle named "Kaiqing" in Wudang he was in...

Song Qingshu nodded absently, and said the name silently several times in his heart.

After the morning class started, Song Qingshu couldn't calm down. The people walking around in front of him were people he hadn't seen for a long time.Uncle Mo Shenggu, Uncle Zhang Songxi, Uncle Yu Lianzhou... and Song Yuanqiao who was reprimanding a disciple.Song Qingshu finally realized where the disobedience he felt when he first saw these uncles came from.

Even if he doesn't know how old he is now, Yu Daiyan should be completely paralyzed and useless in martial arts at this time!How could Uncle Six say that the man named Kai Qing and Yu Daiyan went down the mountain?

What is this...

"Blue Book."

Song Qingshu followed the voice and looked at Song Yuanqiao who was frowning at him with a serious face.

"Are you distracted at this time?" Song Yuanqiao stared at Song Qingshu, who was clearly distracted, in disapproval, and reprimanded him severely, "You have become more and more slack these days."

Under Song Yuanqiao's gaze, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a lot of grievances in his heart. He felt that the place where he was pierced by a sword hurt, and the pain even made his eye sockets a little sore.Song Qingshu opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't say a word.

Song Yuanqiao was taken aback by such Song Qingshu.

But because he was used to being strict with Song Qingshu, although Song Yuanqiao felt that the son in front of him who suddenly had red eyes was a little different from usual, he only thought that his tone was too loud and scared him.

Song Yuanqiao frowned, and recalled what Ji Kaiqing's restless boy had said to him before, so he slowed down his tone a little: "Concentrate, don't get distracted." Even if Song Qingshu didn't get any response, Song Yuanqiao would Without saying anything else, he walked in another direction with his hands behind his back.But he was still a little strange. Song Qingshu's reaction today was so strange that he couldn't describe it from the bottom of his heart. His eyes seemed to be...

It was as if he had been wronged outside and saw him whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Song Yuanqiao's feet paused, and his feet that were going to Mo Shenggu's side turned to Yin Liting's direction.

"Sixth brother." Song Yuanqiao stood a few steps away from Yin Liting with his hands behind his back and called him, "Come here."

After Yin Liting said something to the disciples beside him, he walked over quickly: "Brother, what's the matter?"

Song Yuanqiao turned around and turned his back to all the disciples who were doing morning class with Yin Liting, and hesitantly asked his doubts: "Did you see Qing Shu this morning? He seems to be a little bit wrong."

"Morning?" Yin Liting thought for a while, "When I woke up in the morning, I saw Qing Shu standing at the door of the room in unlined clothes. It must have been standing there for a long time. When I touched it with my hand, I felt a chill, that is I don't know what time he was standing there." Before, Yin Liting thought that Song Qingshu woke up too early and didn't want to stay in the room, so he didn't think much about it.But even Song Yuanqiao, the elder brother who never came to ask Song Qingshu when he made a mistake in the morning class, came here, Yin Liting couldn't help but lose his mind.

"——Brother, could it be that Qing Shu had some kind of nightmare? Was he scared?" The only reason Yin Liting could think of was this reason, otherwise, he wouldn't have come out in unlined clothes early in the morning to suffer from the cold.Not everyone is that kid Ji Kaiqing, his thinking is different from normal people, and Qingshu is not stupid.

Song Yuanqiao looked at Yin Liting suspiciously: "Did you die?"

"How do I know that, Kai Qing and Qing Shu are usually together, and Qing Shu always tells Kai Qing about things, when did Big Brother meet Qing Shu and come to us." Yin Liting's face was a little helpless , "I don't know what ecstasy soup that kid Kaiqing poured into Qing Shu, I believe him so much."

Seeing that Yin Liting was about to open up the chatterbox and pour out all his usual complaints about Ji Kaiqing, Song Yuanqiao interrupted in good time: "I see. You can ask him after the morning class to find out what happened. gone."

Yin Liting couldn't help laughing in a low voice: "What Kaiqing said is quite reasonable, when can you have a good chat with Qingshu, and when you don't have to."

Song Yuanqiao endured it, but couldn't hold it back: "Go to the morning class."

It took Song Qingshu a whole day to figure out how old he was, and what time of day it is now.It's just that there is no way to ask about Yu Daiyan and the Dragon Slaying Sword and Yitian Sword in his memory. The only thing he knows that can be matched with his memory is Zhang Cuishan's disappearance.

As for the "Kaiqing" who keeps appearing, he only knows that this person's full name is Ji Kaiqing, and he was entrusted by the sect to Zhang Zhenren, and Song Qingshu's eyes are still dark about other information.We can only know the rest when Yu Daiyan and that person named Ji Kaiqing come back.

It has been five or six days since Song Qingshu opened his eyes and returned to Wudang.From the beginning, Song Qingshu had to be mentally prepared every morning to open his eyes, and then he got used to facing their teasing with the name "Kaiqing" every day, and also got used to returning to the feeling of childhood.It was indeed his luck to have such a miraculous opportunity, Song Qingshu thought it might be that God specially asked him to come back to make up for those regrets and mistakes.

So everyone saw Song Qingshu who worked harder than before.

I always feel that there is a sense of urgency around him, as if someone is chasing him behind him, forcing him to work hard.

This weird feeling was so strong that Zhang Songxi, who had been staring at Song Qingshu practicing martial arts, was always a little inexplicably uneasy.Zhang Songxi went to ask and couldn't find anything. It was the first time that he really hoped that Ji Kaiqing would come back soon.Anyway, children still need their peers to play with. After Ji Kaiqing left, Song Qingshu saw a lot of silence, and he didn't know where he got so many complicated thoughts at such a young age.

Zhang Songxi stood beside the martial arts arena with his hands behind his back, staring at Song Qingshu who was practicing sword.

Song Qingshu's change was really obvious. After observing for a while, Song Yuanqiao didn't find anything wrong, so he stopped paying attention.On the contrary, Zhang Songxi always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell, so he could only put this matter aside and focus on the problem in front of him.

Song Qingshu, who returned to his room at night, felt a lot more relaxed. He really only likes to be alone now. A large part of it is because he still can't adapt to meeting and talking with his uncles.He always thinks of the wrong things he did before, and the people he wants to forget so much.

——It probably won't take a few years for him to see Zhang Wuji again.

Song Qingshu paused with his hand wiping the sword, and lowered his eyes.

... and Emei's ... those people.

A few days later Song Qingshu met Ji Kaiqing who was talked about by several people when they were talking to him.

When Yu Daiyan and Ji Kaiqing came back, it happened that it was Song Qingshu's turn to clean the front hall, and there were many disciples coming and going in the front hall on weekdays, so Song Qingshu didn't look up when he noticed someone coming up, and then he heard someone Shouted "Uncle Yu" and "Uncle Junior".

When Song Qingshu looked up, he saw Yu Daiyan wearing a white Wudang disciple uniform, and next to Yu Daiyan was a young man wearing a gray-blue robe with gossip and Taiji diagrams embroidered on it.

The boy looked about his age, and he was talking to Yu Daiyan with his head raised slightly.Song Qingshu's eyes just fell on his side face, the boy was born very well, he looked like a gentleman with a gentle personality.The way he talked to Yu Daiyan showed a gentle feeling, without any sense of youth.

But the most conspicuous thing was the red mole at the corner of his eye, perhaps because his skin color was too white, it made the red mole very beautiful.

Probably because Song Qingshu's gaze stayed on him for too long, the young man in a gray-blue robe turned his head to look at him.As soon as his eyes met, the man raised the corners of his lips towards Song Qingshu. This expression made his whole face light up, which was completely different from the gentleness just now.

Song Qingshu was stunned for the first time.

The man didn't talk to Yu Daiyan anymore, but walked up to him quickly, stretched out his hand and handed the thing in his hand to Song Qingshu: "Take it."

Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, but didn't reach out.The person standing in front of him didn't seem to notice any changes in him, so he just lowered his voice and said: "It's okay, Senior Brother Yu won't tell your father, I finally went down the mountain to bring it for you. Just go back."

If Song Qingshu doesn't know who this person is at this time, then he is really a fool.

Raising his hand to take the greased paper handed over, Song Qingshu thanked him in a low voice.Facing this unfamiliar face, he really couldn't call out the title of uncle, so he could only vaguely take it.

The other party's expression became a little strange for a moment, and Song Qingshu's nerves immediately tensed up, for fear that this very strange Ji Kaiqing would notice something was wrong.But the expression on his face was quickly replaced by a smile, and Song Qingshu heard him say that he must go to Song Yuanqiao first.

Before he had time to say anything, the man had already walked back, as if he didn't need his response at all.

Song Qingshu tightened his grip on the broom.

—Has he discovered it or not?

What Ji Kaiqing brought him was a bunch of candied haws. The sugar wrapped in the candied haws was very clear and didn't feel crude.Moreover, there was no dust on the oiled paper outside, and Song Qingshu didn't know what expression to make with his clean appearance.

It also takes some time to get to the villages and towns closest to Wudang. It is obvious from a glance that Ji Kaiqing and Yu Daiyan are traveling on horseback.There was no way that there was no dust on the road, but the bunch of candied haws he brought was clean, and he could tell it had been put away properly.The sugar wrapped outside has no trace of melting, and I don't know how the man stored it.

In fact, Song Qingshu hasn't eaten candy for a long time.

It seems that since Zhang Wuji was brought back to Wudang, he hasn't eaten much.

Song Qingshu felt a little melancholy looking at the candied haws in his hand.

He is really different from before.

Now he doesn't seem to have much interest in these things, and he doesn't have the desire to ||| eat them.

The taste of candied haws was completely different from what he remembered, probably because he hadn't eaten it for a long, long time, which beautified the taste in his memory a lot.Song Qingshu only took two bites of the bunch of candied haws and didn't eat any more. After cleaning, Song Qingshu took the unfinished candied haws and prepared to go back to the room to change clothes.

Walking into the yard, he heard the voice of conversation coming from Uncle Zhang Songxi's room. Song Qingshu carefully distinguished that there should be three people in the room.Two of the voices are familiar to him, and the other voice that is not very familiar should be Ji Kaiqing.

Song Qingshu knew that Yu Daiyan and Ji Kaiqing went down the mountain to look for Zhang Cuishan's whereabouts, but they must have returned empty-handed. At this time, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu should have been kidnapped by the golden-haired lion king Xie Xun.In a few years, when the real person celebrates his birthday, Zhang Cuishan's family of three will return to the Central Plains.

Song Qingshu put the unfinished candied haws on the table, fetched water and prepared to wash it a little.

When he came back with the basin, Ji Kaiqing was already sitting in the room waiting for him.

Song Qingshu put the basin away silently, a little bit reluctant to talk, pretending to be serious about washing his hands and not looking at Ji Kaiqing.

"Qingshu, is that red string on your wrist still there?" Ji Kaiqing, who waited for Song Qingshu to wash his hands before speaking, knocked on the table, intending to attract Song Qingshu's attention.

Song Qingshu wiped his hands and turned around, and rolled up the hanging sleeves to reveal the red string on his left wrist.It is said that the rope is actually more like a thread, which is thinly tied around the wrist.On the first day Song Qingshu came back, he found the red line on his wrist. He cautiously did not untie it, but just observed other people's wrists.After discovering that only his own wrist had the red thread, he couldn't untie it.

"Yes. What's the matter?" Song Qingshu looked at Ji Kaiqing, who was actually much younger than himself, and couldn't say that little uncle.

Ji Kaiqing didn't seem to care about the title at all, he glanced at Song Qingshu's wrist and said, "Take it off, and I'll give you another one." He shook his wrist as he spoke, motioning Song Qingshu to look at it himself.

Only then did Song Qingshu realize that Ji Kaiqing's wrist was tied four or five in a mess.

"...Why do you want to change all of a sudden?"

"The one we tied was accidentally untied by me, and I couldn't send a message to you, so I had to tie it up again. You know, Taixu is special, and I can't help but trouble it .You only have one at any rate, I guess I will have a dozen in the end."

There is a lot of information revealed in just one sentence, and Song Qingshu intuitively felt that the "too virtual" he said was the key point.But he didn't ask too much, and obediently stretched out his hand to untie the red thread on his wrist, waiting for Ji Kaiqing to tie it on him again.

Having been with Ji Kaiqing for two or three months, Song Qingshu has already understood the character of this little uncle who seems very easy to like at first glance.Compared with the first few days when we met, Song Qingshu is now fully able to understand what he wants to say from Ji Kaiqing's brief words.

to be frank……

This little uncle is still very funny.

Song Qingshu touched the fringe on his sword, stood under the tree and sighed: "Little Martial Uncle, if you harm Second Martial Uncle's tree again, you will really be beaten."

Ji Kaiqing on the tree was grabbing the young fruits on the tree and putting them one by one into the cloth he was holding in his hands. Hearing Song Qingshu's words, his hands didn't stop: "How can you call it a disaster? I did it for Who. If you don’t tell me, I won’t tell, who knows who picked it.”

Song Qingshu: "..."

No, even if no one said it, the Second Martial Uncle saw that his precious tree suddenly lost so many fruits, so he didn't need to think about who had the guts to do so.

"It's not for me anyway."

Ji Kaiqing on the tree stretched out his hand and smashed the fruit on Song Qingshu's head: "What's the matter, now that I'm getting acquainted with me suddenly, it's not a big deal, is it? How do you talk to the uncle?"

Song Qingshu tilted his head to hide for a while, and said with a smile: "Kaiqing, you have the appearance of a senior uncle before you say such things. You took your nephew to steal the fruits of other senior uncles. No wonder you were chased by the second senior uncle last week." fight."

"Pause."

When Ji Kaiqing heard Song Qingshu mention that he was chased and beaten by Yu Lianzhou before, he signaled him that it was okay. Under such circumstances, he didn't really want to hear about his previous "black history".

"I understand, I don't need to talk about it later." Ji Kaiqing's mood is very complicated now.

Song Qingshu closed his mouth in understanding.

"I now understand why after the red line on my hand broke, you acted very strange to me." It's not because of "favorability" at all, but because the other party really doesn't know him!

Ji Kaiqing remembered how sad he was at that time, and wanted to restrain himself a little with Senior Brother Song and the other "NPCs", and stop putting too much affection on them, so he wanted to cover his face with his hands.

——It’s been more than ten years since the second term of his middle school, right?How could there be such a silly idea at that time!

Ji Kaiqing: "Then what, if this is the case, you should know where Binghuo Island is?"

Song Qingshu said indifferently: "I don't know."

"Tsk, it's really useless."

Song Qingshu reached out and took a piece of snack and bit his mouth: "I'm done talking, where's little uncle?"

To be honest, I really don't know how to start when I suddenly want people to talk about my own affairs.Holding the teacup, Ji Kaiqing didn't know where to start. Did he say that he was a social animal who walked back and forth on the edge of baldness every day, or should he start with the random three dog game?

Both of them were silent for a while, Ji Kaiqing felt that as an excellent former Young Pioneer, he still had to keep his word, and he couldn't lie to others even after the junior nephew had finished talking.So he put down the teacup very seriously, took a deep breath and became more serious.

"What do you want to know?"

Song Qingshu who thought Ji Kaiqing was about to say something very serious: "..."

He imitated Ji Kaiqing's indifferent face before, and stretched out his finger to the food box beside them: "Why don't we start with this."

Ji Kaiqing scratched her hair and let out a "tsk".This kind of thing is really hard to say, how can I say it clearly? Ji Kaiqing was a little upset, he cleared his throat, and organized his words: "I don't know if I can say that. Can't understand..."

"Forget it." Song Qingshu sighed, he reached out to add water to the teacup that Ji Kaiqing put down before, and then put the teacup back into Ji Kaiqing's hand, "It seems to be difficult to say, wait until you sort it out. It's the same."

Ji Kaiqing was moved by Song Qingshu's words.

He looked at Song Qingshu with reddish eyes.

The latter was made a little uncomfortable by Ji Kaiqing's appearance: "Don't be like this, I didn't say anything...Why are you so moved?"

Ji Kaiqing sniffed again: "You think too much, I was blown by the wind."

Song Qingshu: "..."

"I went back to sleep."

If I continue talking to this person, he is afraid that he will suddenly draw his sword in anger.

Ji Kaiqing wanted to say something, but a line of red letters appeared in front of his eyes.

[Song Qingshu opens up his heart to talk with you at night by candlelight, Song Qingshu and your friendship value +30]

--hello?Is the sympathy value system broken?