Yitian's Clothes and Crowns

In March of Yangchun, it is the time when a hundred flowers bloom. The breeze blows, and the smell of various flowers is mixed in the air, which makes people feel refreshed.

There was a faint sound of orderly shouting in the air, and the eyes shifted to see a huge Taoist temple standing among the mountains. There was a scent of sandalwood in the air, mixed with the scent of green grass and flowers, which made people's hearts calm down. .

In the square in the center of the Taoist temple, young Taoist priests lined up neatly followed the men on the high platform and waved their fists. Most of the young people were about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing white coats and black boots. With a trace of momentum, his eyes focused on following the movements of the man on the high platform, and his face was full of serious expressions.The man on the high platform wore a white shirt with a black belt around his waist, and a layer of black gauze over the white shirt. Compared with the slightly childish boy below the stage, he looked mature and stable.

The man's gestures were smooth and round, without any pause, and his movements were only pleasing to the eye, which shows that he has already mastered this set of boxing techniques.After finishing a set of punches, the man closed his posture and turned around slowly. He saw that the man was about forty years old, with a pair of piercing eyes under thick black eyebrows, a high nose bridge, slightly thick lips, and a The black hair was all bundled up in the black crown, and the whole person looked a little strict.

This man is a major disciple of the Wudang School, named Song Yuanqiao, and he is the first among the Seven Heroes of Wudang.In the Wudang sect, Zhang Sanfeng has long ignored common matters, and taught all the things in the sect to a few disciples to manage. Among the seven Wudang disciples, Yu Lianzhou was injured, Zhang Cuishan disappeared, and only five remained.The teaching of martial arts is taught by five people in turn, and it happened to be Song Yuanqiao's turn this day, so there was such a scene.

Song Yuanqiao saw that all the disciples in the dojo had been able to coherently improve the boxing technique taught just now, and he could see that he had comprehended two or three out of ten of them between swings, which was not bad in such a short period of time.Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but smile on his majestic face, and the corners of his lips were loosened.

Looking across the field, Song Yuanqiao's slightly raised lips suddenly tightened, and his brows also frowned slightly, beckoning for the little boy beside him, whispering a few words, then turned and left.

After Song Yuanqiao left the dojo, he used his lightness kung fu with a sullen face and walked towards the back mountain. After passing through the forest, his sight suddenly widened, but there was an open space in the forest surrounded by tall trees. There are green grass and a few wild flowers growing on the ground.

However, Song Yuanqiao admired the beautiful scenery flawlessly, and said with a sullen face, "Qingshu."

I saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy lying in the middle of the grass, wearing the same clothes as those young Taoist priests.The boy's left leg was resting on his right leg, swinging slowly and leisurely.Hearing Song Yuanqiao's obviously angry low voice, the boy jumped up quickly, still holding a straw in his mouth.

It wasn't until the boy stood up that he saw the whole picture clearly. He saw a pair of clear eyes under the boy's slender eyebrows, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, with a hint of a smile, a pair of thin lips under the bridge of his nose, and a head of black hair. It was bundled on the top of the head, probably because of lying on the grass for a long time, a few strands of hair hung down dishonestly, giving the young man's handsome features a trace of unruliness.

This boy is naturally Wudang Song Yuanqiao's son, Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu called out embarrassingly: "Father."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the grass roots fell down. Seeing Song Yuanqiao's slightly ugly face, Song Qingshu lowered his head, lowered his eyebrows and waited for the usual admonition.

Song Yuanqiao looked at him like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart. He raised his right hand, stared at the young man who showed no repentance, and sighed helplessly for a long time. This child, since three years ago After accidentally knocking on the head, he seemed to be a different person, and his martial arts practice was not as active as before. He even forgot what he had learned before, and was in a trance all day long.

"Qingshu, you can go down the mountain in a few days." Song Yuanqiao stroked the top of the boy's head with his thick palm.

Song Qingshu obviously didn't expect his father to say this, he raised his head and looked at Song Yuanqiao in astonishment.Song Yuanqiao said calmly, "Since you have no intention of practicing martial arts, you might as well go down the mountain to practice."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Song Qingshu's reaction, he turned around and disappeared into the forest after a few ups and downs.

Song Qingshu lowered his eyes, but couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly. The early morning sun shone down, and the figure of the young man revealed a faint trace of loneliness.After a long time, the young man lay on his back on the ground, slightly covering his eyes with his hands, and whispered from his mouth: So, do we still have to face this world after all?

The breeze blowing through the mountains, the fresh air, and the blue sky reminded the young man of the world where the air was polluted and the sky was gray all day long. Zhou Gong dreamed of butterflies, but which one was the dream?

Song Qingshu was originally not called Song Qingshu, or it was not that name in his previous life. In his previous life, he was born as an orphan. After the age of 15, he came out to work alone. He worked as a waiter and porter. He did all the jobs that could make money. Without a degree, he could only do These unskilled jobs, with a small salary, are as tiring as dead dogs every day. Sometimes they even follow some gangsters to collect protection fees, and they have hacked people with knives and sticks.

At that time, in the eyes of others, he was just a hopeless little bastard.

I thought that life would be so boring, and the daily clothes repeated day after day, until I met her.That beautiful girl, he and her met for the first time on the side of the road. Her high heels suddenly broke and she fell on him who was just passing by. The shy expression on the girl's face at that time made the man feel ashamed.

He thought it was just a beautiful encounter, but he didn't expect to meet him again the next day at the restaurant where he worked, but he didn't expect the girl to still remember him.Afterwards, coincidences happened time and time again, and every time he thought of it, it was such a ridiculous and obvious arrangement, but at that time, he was fascinated by the girl's beauty, stepped into the trap unsuspectingly, and didn't see the beauty. The thorns hidden under the rose, until the end, covered with blood.

It turned out that the girl's approach was for a huge fortune. He thought he was born as an orphan and had no relatives, but he didn't expect that the father he had never met turned out to be the boss of a multinational corporation. After being seriously injured in an accident, he might finally remember that there is another son like him. , left a large amount of inheritance for him, and his uncle tried his best to find him, but the girl turned out to be his cousin, and in a document he accidentally signed while fighting with the girl, he turned out to give up the inheritance Inheritance, and everything after that is like a nightmare.The girl's sudden disappearance, accidental meeting, and haughty and disdainful expression all made him fall into hell.

He didn't know why the so-called father had looked for him before he was alive, and why he was an orphan. As for the so-called inheritance, was it compensation for him?All this, he didn't know, and had no chance to know.

His death, in the eyes of most people, was an accident, a heavy sign suddenly fell from the top of his head when passing by a shopping mall.The familiar figure he glimpsed at the last moment filled his heart with deep bitterness, and the last thought that crossed his mind was: Zhang Wuji's mother is right, as expected, the more beautiful a woman is, the more deceitful she is.

I thought that I would never wake up again after falling into the darkness, but I didn't expect to open my eyes. The woman beside the bed who was weeping with joy, and a few middle-aged men who pretended to be calm and dressed in Taoist robes lowered their eyes expressionlessly. When the woman called out "Qing Shu", she was shocked.

And everything he learned later showed that he had come to a world of novels, and his body was the cannon fodder character in the book, Wudang Song Qingshu, who was born in a famous family, but his career was ruined by a woman and his reputation was ruined.

He didn't know why he came here, and he didn't have any memories of Song Qingshu before. He was only 12 years old at that time, and Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao and others who became silent were a little puzzled, but they all blamed it on the injury.It's just that he doesn't know anything about the martial arts that Song Qingshu has learned, so he can only start from scratch.

It's just that it's not easy for a person who doesn't know the meridians and acupoints map to learn martial arts from the beginning, he can only redouble his efforts, but the aptitude of this body itself is not very good, plus a modern person who appeared halfway, there is no one. Special teaching, the results can be imagined.

But Song Yuanqiao and others were shocked to find that Song Qingshu's martial arts, who used to be the best among the young disciples, had suddenly plummeted. At first Song Yuanqiao thought it was because of Song Qingshu's laziness, and stared at him every day. I can't remember the Wudang sect's entry-level kung fu that I started practicing.

Song Yuanqiao finally couldn't, so he had to invite his master Zhang Sanfeng. After Zhang Sanfeng checked carefully, he asked Song Qingshu some questions, and finally came to the conclusion that Song Qingshu had amnesia, and he couldn't remember many things before.

Song Yuanqiao had to teach Song Qingshu from the most basic, but was disappointed to find that Song Qingshu after amnesia was extremely slow to accept these things, and his enthusiasm for martial arts was not very high. After a year, Song Yuanqiao was also disappointed and stopped staring at him all day long. Song Qingshu has practiced martial arts.

Song Qingshu, who was not stared at by Song Yuanqiao, often wandered around the Wudang faction, and often disappeared all day long, which made Song Yuanqiao even more disappointed. Later, seeing that Song Qingshu had not made any progress in martial arts, he had no expectations for him, so he had no choice but to exile up.

Thinking about the past life now, it was really like a bloody drama, but at that time, he was fascinated by the beauty and didn't see so many suspicious points.Thinking about it now, at that time, he was poor and had no high education. It is worth mentioning that he was handsome, but it was not worth posting a beautiful woman. If it happened to someone else, I am afraid he would take it as a joke Generally disdain to scold: stupid.

Yes, wasn't he a fool in the eyes of that woman at that time?

After coming to this world, he worked hard to integrate into this strange world, and regarded himself as Song Qingshu. He had father, mother, uncle, father, and brothers.It's just that every time he looks at the people and things around him, he will feel a strange sense of alienation.

Faced with the disappointment of his father Song Yuanqiao, he could only remain silent, but when Song Yuanqiao didn't know it, he practiced every move of the Wudang School uninterruptedly.He who struggled at the bottom in his previous life understands the importance of his own strength better than anyone else, but it is obviously impossible for him to reach the height of others in a short period of time, and he is not a talented person. Task.

And after Song Yuanqiao was disappointed in him, when the other senior brothers were resting, Song Qingshu also continued to practice alone in the back mountain.It's not that he doesn't want to practice in the square of the martial arts hall, it's just that every time other people bet on him or show pity or sympathy or gloat, Song Qingshu feels like a thorn, and the expression on his face becomes more and more indifferent.Later, they only appeared on the square on the monthly teaching day, and practiced non-stop in any open area in the back hill at other times.

With Song Qingshu's hard work day and night, his martial arts has also improved rapidly, but he has never competed with others.And every time in front of Song Yuanqiao, he still showed that he was not proficient in martial arts. Although Song Yuanqiao showed helplessness and a little disappointment every time, he still tried his best to point out his shortcomings, and his mother cared for him very much.These were all silently remembered by Song Qingshu in his heart, and his heart that was cold due to his previous life was also warmed up.

After coming to this world for three years, Song Qingshu has been staying on Wudang Mountain, so it can be said that he has not really integrated into this world.Now that Song Yuanqiao asked him to go down the mountain, Song Qingshu felt a little confused, and also a little afraid of the strange world.

Looking at the blue sky above his head, Song Qingshu's eyes gradually became firm. In this life, he must live a good life!