[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

Early the next morning, Mo Shenggu got up from the couch with his head that was about to split from the headache, and before he changed into clean clothes, a disciple of the Red Scarf Army brought him fresh water to wash himself.Mo Shenggu thanked him, recalled Yin Liting's unconsciousness from drinking last night, and asked casually, "Is Yin Liuxia awake now?"

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, the red scarf soldier suddenly let out a "puchi" and laughed.Seeing Mo Shenggu frowning and looking at him, he quickly suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "Yin Liuxia woke up early in the morning. Mrs. Yin said that Song Shaoxia is pure and filial in nature, and he wants to share the worries of Sixth Aunt, go down to the river to catch fish and cook for himself."

"Madam Yin?" Mo Shenggu subconsciously repeated what the Red Scarf Army said, and immediately understood.Now that it's just entering May, and the river is still cold, most likely, Qing Shu was dragged over by the sixth sister-in-law.Thinking that Qing Shu had just recovered from a serious illness, and Dr. Xi reminded him not to catch the cold again, Mo Shenggu immediately threw down the towel and strode out.

Anqing was originally a land of outstanding people and outstanding people, and many rivers flowed through this place, but the river closest to the place where the rebels camped is called Lingquan River.At this time, Song Qingshu was reluctantly taking off his outer robe under Madam Yin's gaze, and couldn't help pleading while doing so: "Sixth Aunt, Dr. Xi's hangover medicine is very effective!"

Mrs. Yin held Rongyang and stood beside Song Qingshu with a straight face. She had no intention of giving in. She just said: "The medicine is three-point poisonous. Making fish soup for your sixth uncle to sober up shows your filial piety! Rongyang, too. Waiting for your big brother's craftsmanship!" After finishing speaking, she changed her gentle and amiable face and lowered her head to tease her son.The mother and child were connected, and Rong Yang clapped his hands in a face-saving way, waiting for Song Qingshu to jump into the river with a smile.

Yin Liting, who was named, was still hungover, the mottled river surface in front of him made him dizzy, and the warm rising sun above his head made him drowsy.Fortunately, he still remembered that he was Song Qingshu's elder after all. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and said helplessly, "Yuanyuan, the water is too cold, don't embarrass Qingshu."

Mrs. Yin ignored her husband, she just turned her head to look at Song Qingshu, and asked kindly: "Qingshu, did Sixth Aunt make things difficult for you?"

Song Qingshu was silent for a while, and immediately kicked off his boots, his body leaped lightly in mid-air, and jumped into the water like a nimble fish.

It has been a long time since he entered the water, only the calm surface of the river slowly rippled, and it was unknown whether it was because of the breeze or because Song Qingshu was swimming below.When Mo Shenggu arrived, Yin Liting and his wife were still waiting by the river.Mo Shenggu knew that Song Qingshu's water quality was excellent, but he wasn't worried, he just asked casually, "How long have you been down?"

Yin Liting looked up at the sun, and replied: "It's time for a stick of incense." After a pause, he asked again. "Has Qing Shu's tortoise breathing technique improved a lot?" Yin Liting still remembered that when he was in Wu, Qing Shu didn't stay underwater for more than a stick of incense.

Hearing this, Mo Shenggu couldn't help frowning. During this period of time, Qingshu was injured one after another, how could he have the time to practice Turtle Breathing Kung Fu? "I'll go down and have a look!" He immediately dropped this sentence, before he even had time to untie his coat, he jumped into the water with a plop.

Although the bed of the Lingquan River was deep, the water was extremely clear. After Mo Shenggu went downstream for a few feet, he saw a white figure flying by not far in front of him.It turned out that during this period of time Song Qingshu used "Jiuhua Yulu Pills" more often due to injuries, Qi Hai's old injuries have been greatly healed, and even after going into the water for a long time, he didn't feel stagnant.Unable to make a sound underwater, Mo Shenggu hurriedly moved his arms and legs and chased after him.He had just entered the water, and he was very strong, and soon caught up with Song Qingshu who was swimming ahead.He reached out to touch Song Qingshu's shoulder and made a puzzled expression.

Song Qingshu saw Mo Shenggu coming down to look for him, so he pointed forward.Mo Shenggu looked forward following his gestures, and immediately saw a one-foot-long saber anchovy scurrying around in front of his eyes in a panic, apparently being chased by Song Qingshu for a long time.Anchovy is a common fish in Anqing area. The meat is delicious, and it may grow to such a large size, but it is rare.During this period of time, Mo Shenggu led the rebel army to rush around, and only wanted to eat three meals a day, he never tires of food like he did in the palace.Even at last night's banquet, although a lot of wine was drunk, the dishes were ordinary.Thinking of what the Red Turban Army said just now that Song Qingshu was going to cook in person, he couldn't help salivating.But at this moment, Song Qingshu swung his arms vigorously and kicked his legs apart, breaking through the river like an arrow off the string, and rushed over.However, the bottom of the water is dominated by fish after all, although this sword anchovy has been swimming slower and slower, but seeing Song Qingshu catch up, it suddenly twisted its body, cunningly turned to the left and flew far away.

Song Qingshu was not discouraged, and only mustered all his energy to continue chasing after him.Seeing this, Mo Shenggu hurriedly speeded up and chased after him.However, Mo Shenggu's water skills were far inferior to Song Qingshu's, and he was quickly thrown off by Song Qingshu.At this time, they dived deeper, and the light at the bottom of the water gradually dimmed, turning into a blurred blue.Mo Shenggu felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet, except for the river water whose color could no longer be seen clearly, the only thing he could see was the slender figure of his nephew, who was only wearing a white jacket.I saw him chasing that scorpion anchovy all the way through the waves, his vigorous figure and flexible waist were not at all inferior to this hapless scorpion anchovy.Not long after, the anchovy was finally exhausted, Song Qingshu's body slowly slid under the water for a while, seeing that the anchovy was within his arms, he stretched out his hands, and grabbed the big fish tightly At the same time, with a push of both legs, the whole person floated to the surface of the water.

Mo Shenggu floated up with him, and when he saw Lishui's anchovy, he seemed to have been pulled out of his muscles and bones. He patted Song Qingshu's arm with his tail fin in vain. Under the dazzling brilliance.Song Qingshu didn't care, he just held up the anchovy and laughed on the water.At this moment, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, reflecting the sparkling water on the clear river surface, like broken crystals falling from the heavenly palace floating on the surface of the river.Leaning not far from the Lingquan River, you can see the green hills with daisy, the spring flowers are delicate and beautiful, and the business is full of life. It seems that everything in this world seems to be at a standstill at this moment, glowing with fascinating colorful lights.Seeing Song Qingshu's bright smile and clear expression, Mo Shenggu couldn't help but stepped forward and rubbed his forehead.

Stealing half a day's leisure in Fusheng, but in the end it was just stolen.The five members of the Wudang faction had a meal by the river, and as soon as they returned to the camp, they saw that the Mingjiao army was already cleaning the battlefield to collect the corpses, and they were about to evacuate the place.The two rebel armies of Mingjiao, the Red Scarf Army, had already gained a firm foothold in Bianliang, so they naturally planned to return to Bianliang Xutu. In the first battle of Anqing, the disciples of the Maitreya sect successfully captured Anqing, and they also led the team to Qingzhou to redo their deployment.

Seeing that Zhang Wuji was leading the Ming Religious Army to burn incense and pay homage to the soldiers who died in battle, Yin Liting and others respected their loyalty, so they also stepped forward to worship.It was because generals would inevitably die before the battle, and the rebels had long been used to burying Zepao's corpses after the war, and it is rare for these fallen soldiers to be personally worshiped by Zhang Jiaozhu today.Zhang Wuji didn't want to, but his expression remained calm, and he stood in front of the tomb for a long time, unwilling to leave.Seeing that the leader did not leave, the Mingjiao army naturally did not dare to disperse casually. After a long time, Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu, who was standing beside him, whispered: "Song Shaoxia, you are familiar with military books, and you know that the fertile land of my Central Plains is thousands of miles away. Which inch of land has not been stained with blood?"

Song Qingshu was only taken aback when he was asked, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Sad Qin and Han scriptures, thousands of palaces and palaces have been filled with soil. Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer."

Hearing that Song Qingshu actually uttered these two lines of poems, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but looked at him in surprise, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Song, what do you think of the general situation in this world?" The leader of the Mingjiao Rebel Army, who was full of color, asked the leader of the Wudang Rebel Army who was also full of color with the general trend of the world.

Such an answer should be shocking and memorable in history, but Song Qingshu just shook his head and said: "I am very confused. Now that the Yuan army is in decline, the expulsion of the Tartars is just around the corner, but maybe this is just the beginning." Song Qingshu is not Zhang Wuji, no With his knowledge and experience spanning a hundred years, he has already begun to think about this war in his own way.A hundred years later, when the history books are opened, all the living beings can see the battle between Han and Mongolia, and there are many stars competing with each other, but there is only one person who can be hailed as the eternal God of War, because only he finally understands the meaning of war, and will always hold this battle. The war is firmly within his control.

Use war to stop fighting, stop fighting as weapon!

As for Zhang Wuji, he had never been a member of the generals, he only smiled slightly when he saw Song Qing's doubts in his writing, and said softly: "Senior Brother Song really has a kind heart!" After speaking, he turned his head and said to Fan Yao who was beside him "Fan Youshi, please make some wooden plaques as soon as possible, two inches wide and three inches long, threaded with thin string, and distributed to each soldier. The name of the soldier is engraved on the front of the wooden plaque, and the hometown is engraved on the back. If he If they unfortunately died in battle one day, their identities cannot be identified or their bodies cannot be taken away, they can also take away the wooden plaques as a memory for their families."

When Zhang Wuji came up with this idea, Fan Yao couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and immediately bowed and said: "The leader is benevolent!" Behind Fan Yao, many volunteers also shouted in unison: "The leader is benevolent!"

But Zhang Wuji was unmoved, he just waved his hands and said: "One day the world will be clean and the people will live and work in peace and contentment, and I will teach the rebel army to release Ma Nanshan, it will be kind and righteous!"

What Zhang Wuji said, when he and Mo Shenggu came to pay homage to the Beggar Clan, all the members of the Beggar Clan sighed and said to themselves: This leader Zhang has such great ambitions!

Seeing that the Mingjiao army dispersed after the sacrifice, a group of Beggar Clan disciples surrounded Mo Shenggu and saluted him one after another.At this time, the corpses of the Beggar Clan disciples who participated in the battle had all been collected, so after Elder Feng saluted, he asked Mo Shenggu about his next plan.Mo Shenggu had already discussed this matter with Song Qingshu, and immediately said: "Let me trouble Elder Feng to lead my disciples back to Haozhou. After the main altar is cleaned up, I want to hold a gang meeting as soon as possible to make a decision. The future of the beggar gang." Now the world is in chaos, and Haozhou is located in a dangerous place, which is the heart of the struggle between the various forces.If the Beggar Clan has no intention of raising troops, in order to continue the incense of the Beggar Clan, it is inevitable to move the main altar.However, Mo Shenggu is not an arbitrary person, he believes that the future of the Beggar Gang should be determined by the disciples of the Beggar Gang, not by him.

Seeing Mo Shenggu's solemn expression, Elder Feng knew the importance of the matter and did not dare to neglect, he hastily accepted the order in a solemn voice, and asked: "Brothers in the gang are going to return to the Beggars' Sect in a few days, will the leader of the gang go with us? "

Hearing this, Mo Shenggu couldn't help frowning, he sighed and said: "I am a disciple of Wudang, and now I am the leader of your Beggar Clan by chance, I must return to Wudang as soon as possible to report to the master of Ming Dynasty."

Elder Feng's heart skipped a beat, Mo Shenggu's reputation as the Seven Heroes of Wudang is well known throughout the world, he was afraid that Zhang Sanfeng would not let him go, he hurriedly said: "Clan leader, can you accompany the disciples?" Although Zhang Zhenren is not worth mentioning in comparison, at least he has a large number of people.

Unexpectedly, Mo Shenggu smiled slightly, and said: "I am going back to Wudang, not to fight." Even in fights, Mo Shenggu also likes to fight alone.Except for helping his nephew fight, he never asks for help.Seeing Elder Feng's nervous expression, he comforted him with kind words, "My teacher is open-minded by nature, so you don't have to worry about Elder Feng!"

When Elder Feng saw that Mo Shenggu had broken his mind, he couldn't help blushing, and bowed immediately. "In this way, all the disciples of the Beggar Clan will be looking forward to day and night in Haozhou, hoping that the leader of the Clan will return soon!"

After finally seeing off the reluctant Elder Feng, many Mingjiao soldiers came to say goodbye to Mo Shenggu.Most of these soldiers had followed Song Qingshu and Mo Shenggu to fight the two battles of Tongcheng and Huoshan, and they had lived and died together, and they admired their bravery very much.It's just because of Wang Baobao that during the two battles, Song Qingshu has always been hot-tempered and extremely difficult to get along with. Everyone was a little afraid of him, so they didn't dare to come forward to greet him, so they all gathered around Mo Shenggu.In the Wudang sect, it is well known that the Seventh Martial Uncle is tough and selfless by nature, but it is Song Senior Brother who is gentle and elegant, and now seeing that the impressions of the two of them in the Mingjiao Army have changed, Mo Shenggu can't help but feel a little bit ridiculous .

However, seeing these Mingjiao rebels, Mo Shenggu remembered another thing, and immediately pulled Song Qingshu and asked in a low voice: "Qingshu, the five thousand horses you promised to Han Shantong..."

Song Qingshu's expression flickered, and he said jokingly: "My nephew thought that it would not be too late to wait for Chief Han to come to collect the debt from me!"

Han Shantong didn't listen to what Song Qingshu said, and he relied on Song Qingshu to rescue Huoshan when he was trapped. How could he have the face to collect debts from Song Qingshu?Thinking of this, Mo Shenggu couldn't help laughing and crying.He was still about to speak, when suddenly there was a rush of horseshoes outside the gate, and he saw more than a dozen cavalry in black armor roaring towards the camp of the Mingjiao Rebel Army. The formation was not chaotic at all, as if there were thousands of troops and horses, but this kind of momentum was slightly inferior to the Red Turban Army, the division of a hundred battles.

Seeing the dozen or so riders rushing closer and closer like an open iron spear, the leader suddenly shouted: "Brother Song, Grand Master has an order, he has already known about Wudang, and wants you to set off immediately and return Wudang! Zhang Wuji must go with us!" It turned out that it was Feng Mozhi who arrived with the Wudang rebel army.

Mo Shenggu suddenly found himself in a strange place.The time seems to be night, and there is a bright moon hanging in the sky, which is clear, bright, gentle and elegant.At this time, the surroundings are extremely quiet, as if they have come to another world, quiet, calm, and beautiful.Beside him was calm and clear sea water, glowing with a faint blue light under the moonlight.Weiyang Yefeng traveled thousands of miles, coming slowly, gently causing ripples.

Mo Shenggu was feeling lost in his heart, but in the darkness, there was a white figure slowly leaning towards him. The warm body gently brushed against his skin and stuck to his body, like ivy wrapped around a tree, so gentle and lingering.Mo Shenggu instinctively stretched out his hand to hug the body, through the thin gauze, he felt the body under his palm was smooth and flexible, full of vitality.Although he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he already understood in his heart that that was his beloved, and he was willing to share misfortune and fortune with him, and never leave him.

Not long after, Mo Shenggu slowly sank into the water together with the other party's entanglement and tugging. The warm and comfortable sea water submerged them deeply, but he did not have the slightest fear, only peace in his heart.Hand in hand, they swam slowly underwater, chasing fish together, and seeing wonders they had never seen on the ground together.Mo Shenggu was so happy, as if the sky had opened up, and his heart had opened up, as if as long as he held each other's hand like this, he would feel like a fish in water without any regrets.

However, Mo Shenggu is still just a mortal after all, he felt a little suffocated after being underwater for a long time.However, without him saying a word, the other party already understood his predicament, and that warm body leaned against him again, hugging him tightly, and their lips slowly pressed together.For the first kiss in his life, Mo Shenggu learned it by himself.The two were already so close that he couldn't help opening his eyes again, wanting to see each other's face clearly.Under the blue water, that handsome face clearly appeared in front of Mo Shenggu, so familiar and kind.Mo Shenggu's heart trembled, and he woke up suddenly with cold sweat on his back.

At this time, it was already the third day that Feng Mozhi led several Wudang disciples and Song Qingshu's personal guards headed by Wang Tieshan to Anding for interrogation.At the master's order, they returned to Wudang with the Wudang rebel army led by Feng Mozhi. Zhang Wuji also brought Zhou Zhiruo, Mingjiao Fan Yao and Wei Yixiao together.Anqing is close to the Yangtze River, and the Wudang faction has done very well in the business of running boats over the years, so they chose to take a boat all the way up the Yangtze River to Wudang.

Now it is dark and bright, and the sound of pulsating water outside the cabin quietly slips past Mo Shenggu's ears, but Mo Shenggu's heart is like a stormy sea.Sitting alone on the bedside panting for a long time, he saw a round of red sun erupting from the riverside and shedding golden light, as if all the ugliness in this world could not be hidden.As time went by, several third-generation disciples of the Wudang Sect were already hustle and bustle on the deck, laughing endlessly.Among them, the voice of nephew Song Qingshu was exceptionally clear and hazy.

The author has something to say:

Here, the third part is officially over!The third part begins with Song Qingshu running away from home, and now ends with being summoned home by Zhang Sanfeng himself.The fourth part is also the last part of this article. The plot will return to Yitian’s original work. Of course, the general trend of the world will also be added, as well as the relationship between Qingshu and Qishu. I believe that by the end of this article, I can give readers the CP of girls and Qishu. A complete HE! O(∩_∩)O~

Director: Uncle Qi, should I say congratulations, or hold a memorial service for your integrity?

Seventh Uncle: ...

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