[Yi Tian] Breaking the cocoon

This morning, Zhang Wuji got up and started to get busy. He first went out to hunt an antelope, then cleaned himself up, wiped down the stone table that was usually used for eating, twisted the soil for incense, and placed the antelope head on it. , kowtowed a few times respectfully.

Seeing that he finished the series of actions, Song Qingshu wondered, "What day is today? Are you doing this to worship someone?"

Zhang Wuji stood up and said, "Today is Grand Master's 110th birthday, and I suddenly remembered it when I fell asleep last night. Before I knew it, it has been ten years since I left Binghuo Island."

Song Qingshu was slightly taken aback, counting the days in his heart, it was indeed Grand Master's birthday, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.As a Wudang disciple, he has been a man for two lifetimes, and he doesn't even remember the grand master's birthday. He is not as good as Zhang Wuji, a young man who has only stayed in Wudang for two years—no, he should be called a youth now.

The 19-year-old man is already an adult, and the childishness of a teenager has almost disappeared. Today's Zhang Wuji, except for his temperament, is almost the same as the man in Song Qingshu's memory.

At that moment, he also fell to the ground and bowed to the crude desk for a few times. Suddenly, he felt a little nostalgic. He thought of his parents whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Not even the slightest attention from the family.After thinking over and over again, he solemnly said to Zhang Wuji: "Wuji, now that you have accomplished your magic, let's get out of here! After so many years, your parents must miss you very much."

Song Qingshu knew that Zhang Wuji didn't like the outside world, and he was somewhat repulsed by his parents adding a new child, so he didn't mention it often in the past two years.But since he took the initiative to pray for the Grand Master today, he must have made up his mind.

Sure enough, Zhang Wuji was silent for a moment, and said: "Alright, Lan Zhou, let's go to Wudang to see how everyone is doing? Do you want to go back and see your granddaughter?"

Song Qingshu thought to himself: I don't know where my "granddaughter" has gone because of you, maybe she has changed from the quasi-Emei leader in the previous life to the demon girl in this life, why should I visit her?There was only a haha ​​on the face: "Just go to Wudang, if I'm not by your side, if your senior brother does some tricks, you will be fooled by him with your temper!"

Zhang Wuji smiled slightly, and didn't argue, but thought in his heart: Lan Zhou's temperament is very similar to his senior brother's sharp tongue.Moreover, the two of them look alike, really——it's a good fit.

Ever since he had the idea of ​​wanting Lan Zhou to have a physical body, Zhang Wuji gradually had a crazy idea in his heart: he wanted to find a suitable body for Lan Zhou.It's just that although life in this valley is comfortable, there are no books for him to look up.In Wang Nangu's "Poison Classic", there are some anecdotes related to the resurrection from the Western Regions or Miaojiang and other regions. Most of them are accompanied by some special medicines. It is not known whether it is true or not. He has to find out more information before he dares to draw conclusions.

And ever since he heard Lan Zhou talk about being possessed by his senior brother two years ago, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but compare Lan Zhou and his senior brother together. He didn't know if it was an illusion. The looks of Zhou and his senior brother have also become more and more similar, and they can't help but wonder if they are related by blood.According to the stories in the "Poison Classic", people who are related by blood have a certain relationship with each other, so he will inevitably have some subtle expectations.

Zhang Wuji would definitely not tell Song Qingshu about these things, and Song Qingshu only regarded the young man as acquiescing, so he talked with him about leaving with great interest.With Zhang Wuji's current martial arts, it is easy to climb out of the surrounding mountains. As for Zhu Changling who is guarding outside the cave, he is not his opponent. What is left is how to deal with the things they left behind.

Zhang Wuji has a lot of affection for this place and plans to come back in the future, so he just gathered his things together and read through the four volumes of scriptures from beginning to end. After uncovering the last page, he felt both joy and a little bit of melancholy.He dug a hole about three feet deep in the cave wall, wrapped the four volumes of "Nine Suns Manual", Hu Qingniu's "Medical Classics", and Wang Nangu's "Poison Classics" together in a bag taken from the belly of the white ape. In the tarpaulin that came out, it was buried in the hole and filled with soil.

Seeing his actions, Song Qingshu couldn't help being surprised: "Why are you buried here? You won't take it away?"

Zhang Wuji said: "I have memorized the contents of the book, so I don't need to take it with me. I got the scripture from the belly of the white ape. It was a great chance. I don't know if someone came here by chance after thousands of years. Get these three scriptures?" As he spoke, he picked up a sharp stone and wrote six big characters on the mountain wall: Where Zhang Wuji buried the scriptures.

After finishing this, he turned his head and was about to say something to Lan Zhou, but suddenly found that there was nothing behind him, and the ghost that was still there just now disappeared again!

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After a while of dizziness, Song Qingshu must have come to his senses, and he couldn't help but secretly groaned in his heart: He just said that Zhang Wuji would go out with him and then suddenly disappeared, so that guy shouldn't be in trouble because of this, right?

After thinking about it, Song Qingshu subconsciously turned around and looked at the environment he was in now.He is used to seeing a piece of blood first when he returns to his body, but this time his surroundings are unexpectedly clean, without the smell of blood, and there is no scene of tragic destruction—he is in a simple room, opened The first thing I saw was the dark blue bed tent top.

It was like just waking up from a dream.

Just as he was about to sit up, he suddenly felt dizzy. Song Qingshu supported his forehead, and keenly smelled a faint scent in the air.

Fan|soul smoke?

Ever since he became a ghost, Song Qingshu's sense of smell, taste, and touch became particularly sharp every time he possessed a body. After all, as a ghost, these senses do not exist.Therefore, this kind of smell that is difficult for ordinary people to notice, he was able to detect it at the first time.After smelling this smell, he hurriedly took out a pill that could detoxify and stuffed it into his mouth.Most of the drugs produced by the system melt in the mouth, and the effect is immediate, and the groggy feeling disappeared soon.

After waking up, Song Qingshu got up again and went down to the ground, looking carefully at this strange room.The house is very poorly arranged, the room is very small, except for the bed, there is only a wooden table with a tea set and two chairs, nothing else; Breathe - this should be an inn.

He opened the window, and a gust of fresh air rushed into his nostrils instantly. Song Qingshu looked out, and at a glance, he saw the flag fluttering in the wind beside the protruding plaque on the left: Yuanlai Inn.

Seeing the handwriting on the flag clearly, Song Qingshu was slightly startled: he remembered where this is!When he followed his father and several other uncles to Guangmingding, the last inn at the foot of Kunlun Mountain was here!

Could it be that he was just in time for the Six Great Factions besieging Guangmingding?

As soon as this idea came to his mind, the sound of the system prompting the completion of the task sounded in his ears, as well as the new system task prompt: "Main quest 'Troubleshooting and Solving Problems as the Top Six' Part [-]: Famous in the martial arts world, the reward for completing the task is a Huitian Pill , a group of solid soul powder, one thousand gold, will the host accept it?"

Song Qingshu came back to his senses after being quarreled, clicked on the new task and took a look.The new task was to let him join the six major factions in besieging Guangmingding, and take this opportunity to make a name for himself in the world.

As soon as he mentioned becoming famous, Song Qingshu instantly remembered the scene of Zhang Wuji's big show in his previous life, and couldn't help shaking his head, but then remembered why he had no impression of Tai Shifu's 110-year-old birthday.Since the death of the Fifth Master Uncle and his wife, everything has gone wrong in Wudang in the past few years: first, Zhang Wuji disappeared, and then the sixth uncle’s unmarried wife received bad news. celebrate.When other sects came to invite Wudang to crusade against Mingjiao, the Grand Master didn't want to go out of the mountain, he just waved his hands to let the disciples bring their disciples to follow them to practice, while he himself went to retreat to hide out of sight.

Afterwards, the group of them made an appointment to come to the Kunlun faction to gather, stayed in this small town at the foot of the mountain for one night, and left the next day without being fascinated by the smoke.Song Qingshu knew that because of his rebirth and the existence of Chen Yijian, there must be many things that were different from before, so he didn't dare to make a big deal at the moment, so he unfolded his consciousness and swept to the next room.

Now that he has achieved a small degree of spiritual consciousness, he can see the situation within a radius of ten feet, and there is nothing to block him. Naturally, the thin wall of the inn can't block his sight, and after he glanced away, he saw his uncle Yin Liting sleeping soundly on the bed. Awake.

Seeing a familiar person, Song Qingshu heaved a sigh of relief. He turned out of the window, performed the Gecko Swimming Technique to climb out of the next window, opened the window and turned over into the room.

As soon as he landed, Song Qingshu smelled the faint smell of medicine in the room, obviously Yin Liting's sound sleep was also due to the trick.He secretly thought something was wrong, so he rushed to the bed in two steps, fed him a medicine, and patted his chest again: "Uncle Six? Wake up!"

After entering the elixir, Yin Liting was slapped again. Yin Liting woke up slowly, and was still a little confused when he saw Song Qingshu: "Qingshu? Why do you..."

Song Qingshu made a silent gesture: "Master, shut up! Let's go, someone in the room lit a cigarette, we are all on the right track!"

Yin Liting was taken aback: "What!" Although he was surprised by this sentence, he lowered his voice extremely low, "Who is so bold?"

Song Qingshu shook his head and said: "I haven't found out yet. Uncle Shi, I just gave you a restraint medicine. Please join me in summoning my fellow disciples to find out what happened." He said and plugged a medicine bottle into the opponent's hands.

"Are you talking about fellow students from other sects?" Yin Liting was startled, took the medicine bottle and nodded, "Except for you and me in the inn, the rest are from the Huashan sect. Let's go! Let's go to the head of Huashan to have a look first! "

Hearing this, Song Qingshu was slightly stunned: He and Yin Liting were the only ones here in Wudang?what does that mean?

The author has something to say: Hit the base hard!

If I say bottleneck, will you blow your hair?

Cough, it’s actually not a bottleneck, but procrastination broke out in ORZ, so the manuscripts were exhausted.

This is not good, not good, I have to stay up all night to write more chapters! (make a fist)