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

When Mo Shenggu reported his family name, Situ Qianzhong and the other four immediately blushed and were frustrated.The four of them gathered together to gossip behind their backs, and they were beaten by the boss. How could such explanations come out of their mouths?I saw Boss Lian cupping his hands to Situ Qianzhong and Xia Zhou: "'Drunk never die', brother Xia, the surname Lian is not good at learning, so I will go back home and work harder, so I won't go with you two! " As he said, he stretched out his hand to help his second brother go to the inn.The two brothers are known as the Shuangyi of Eastern Zhejiang, and they are invincible all over Jiangsu and Zhejiang.I don't want to be forced into a mess by a junior of the Wudang sect today.His second younger brother was born with a high and arrogant heart, he was not angry that this Wudang boy slapped his face and ruined his sword skills, and even sneaked behind him with a hidden sword and was severely injured by Mo Shenggu.In today's battle, they lost all face in Zhedong Shuangyi.

Lian Boss knew he was ashamed, so he didn't want to announce his name.I don't want Mo Shenggu, as the leader of the beggar gang, to be the most well-informed, and he intends to form a rebel army to revolt against Yuan, so naturally he ordered the disciples of the beggar gang to recruit heroes from Jiangsu and Zhejiang.He had heard the name of Zhedong Shuangyi for a long time, and when he saw the swords on the two brothers' bodies, he recognized them, and immediately asked with his hands clasped, "But the Zhedong Shuangyi Lian brothers face to face?"

Even though the boss is ashamed to declare his family because of inferior martial arts, but he is also upright by nature, seeing Mo Shenggu recognized him, he immediately said bluntly: "It's my two brothers, what advice does Gang Leader Mo have?"

Mo Shenggu knew their brothers' benevolence and righteousness early on, and intended to persuade them to contribute to the country, so he didn't blame them for being rude at this time, he just said: "There must be a misunderstanding on this matter, although my nephew is self-willed, he is not a wicked person. If so Mo apologized on his behalf for any offences."

Mo Shenggu was so polite, the four of them were even more embarrassed.After a while, I saw Situ Qianzhong took a step forward and said loudly: "Master Mo, as the saying goes, one person does things and one person is responsible. Since I can't get drunk, I dare to recognize it. It was my fault, it was me. It’s not that I sent Mo Gangzhu to write nonsense here, you, nephew, came to seek my bad luck after hearing this. 'Drunk not dead' caused trouble with bad mouth, self-inflicted, and no one else! It's just that my three brothers were originally You went to Shaolin with me to participate in the Lion Slaying Conference, and you didn’t offend the Wudang Sect and Mo Gangzhu with a single word in your words, why is your nephew so arrogant and hurt them as well?"

Unexpectedly, Mo Shenggu was startled when he heard Situ Qianzhong mentioning the "Lion Slaying Conference", and he never heard the words after that.It turned out that Shaolin had heard the news that the "Lion Slaughter Conference" was held only three days ago. Before that, Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu should have heard nothing about it.However, that day when Song Qingshu revealed his two lives, he had already mentioned the "Lion Slaughtering Conference".Mo Shenggu was at a loss for what to do, but Song Qingshu, who was leaning in his arms, suddenly groaned in pain: "Uncle Qi, I...I..." I saw his complexion turned green and pale, suddenly turned his head outward, "Wow" to spit out.

Mo Shenggu hurriedly stretched out his hand to caress Song Qingshu's back. Song Qingshu was drunk and vomited and embarrassed. He was angry and hated at this point, but it was obvious that the other party just spit out a few mouthfuls of wine. It was obvious that he hadn't had a good meal for a long time and couldn't help feeling sad.Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu vomited twice, coughed violently again, and suddenly spewed blood. "Qingshu!" Seeing this, Mo Shenggu's face turned pale with shock, and he didn't care about Situ Qianzhong and the other four. He just picked up Song Qingshu and rushed upstairs, shouting, "The shopkeeper, I want a clean room." Go to the room!"

Seeing Song Qingshu's serious injury, the shopkeeper was also shocked, and hurriedly led Mo Shenggu into Song Qingshu's guest room.However, although Situ Qianzhong and the other four said that they had just turned against Song Qingshu, they were indeed people of the right path, and they acted openly and aboveboard. Stand outside the guest room to guard Mo Shenggu.

However, Song Qingshu was not injured, but seriously ill.After confessing his evil deeds in the previous life to Mo Shenggu that day, seeing that Mo Shenggu loathes and disdains him, Song Qingshu feels all hope is lost.After he left Hangzhou in a daze, he felt that the world was vast and he didn't know where to go. He drank and made troubles along the way and looked at his spirit, but in fact it was like weathered stones and water rotting fine iron, which was already at the end of its strength.Although Mo Shenggu didn't know medical skills, he understood Song Qingshu's condition after adjusting his breath for two weeks. He fed him Jiuhua Yulu pills and ordered the waiter to ask for a doctor.When he went out, he noticed that Situ Qianzhong and others were guarding him, and he felt even more sorry. He hurriedly cupped his fists and thanked Boss Lian: "It was Mo who shot too hastily just now, and he didn't distinguish right from wrong. If Brother Lian is trustworthy, Mo can do it for you." Let my brother adjust his breath to heal his wounds."

Mo Shenggu's behavior has long been heard in the world, and even the boss did not doubt him, so he immediately handed over his sleepy younger brother to the other party, and entered the house with Mo Shenggu.

It was raining and the road was slippery, and it was almost late at night when the waiter in the store invited the doctor. Mo Shenggu had already shaken hands with Situ Qianzhong and the other four people to make peace, and carefully asked Shaolin when the news of the "Lion Slaying Conference" would be released. , once again confirmed that Song Qingshu knew about this matter before the Shaolin news came out.Qianchuan Town is just a small town, and there are no doctors with superb medical skills. Taking the pulse for a long time is just saying some clichés with stagnation, prescribing a few prescriptions that are not good enough to cure the disease, and then walk away after taking double the consultation fee .Waiting for the waiter in the inn to bring the decoction again, the sky has cleared up, Situ Qianzhong and others have also left, but Song Qingshu is still in a coma.The shop clerk saw Mo Shenggu sitting on the head of the bed with a serious expression and stared blankly at Song Qingshu, knowing that he was a member of the martial arts and did not dare to disturb him, so he carefully put down the medicine bowl and tiptoed out again.

Song Qingshu fell into a coma for half a day, and seemed to have regained some strength, calling out in a weak voice: "Uncle Seven..."

Mo Shenggu was in a daze, and when he heard this sound, he answered vaguely, fixed his eyes on Song Qingshu, but regretfully found that Song Qingshu was not awake.

After a while, Song Qingshu called out again: "Seventh Uncle." After a while, there was another call. "Uncle Seven."

Mo Shenggu heard the delirious Song Qingshu call him "Seventh Uncle" so loudly, remembering that Situ Qianzhong frankly robbed Qingshu's seat and scolded him for being worthless, he never got angry, only when he heard the other party humiliated him. , I just feel heartache unbearable.He has been resolute and unyielding all his life, not wanting to get involved with the word "love" today is turning hundreds of steel into soft fingers. Although he knows that he is wrong, he still can't help stretching out his hand and slowly caressing Song Qingshu with the back of his hand. cheek.

Song Qingshu seemed to be dissatisfied with the indistinct touch, stretched out his hand in a daze, grabbed Mo Shenggu's palm, pressed it to his face, and called softly: "Uncle Seven..."

Mo Shenggu felt sad in his heart, he couldn't bear it any longer and bent down, as soon as his forehead touched Song Qingshu's, a hot tear fell on Song Qingshu's face.Although Song Qingshu didn't say anything, Mo Shenggu already understood everything.Regardless of whether the so-called past and present lives are true or not, no matter how much what Qingshu said that day is true or not, at least the people in front of him have always been sincere and honest in their intentions towards him, which can be clearly seen from the sun and the moon.

When Song Qingshu woke up, it was already high in the sun, and the waiter of the inn was sitting on his bedside and dozing off.Hearing the sound of Song Qingshu getting up, the waiter immediately jumped up from the bed, bowed and asked, "Song Shaoxia, are you awake?" Before he could answer, he turned around and brought over the soup that was put aside. "The medicine is ready, Song Shaoxia, please use it!"

Song Qingshu woke up just now because he was ignorant, took the medicine bowl, and looked around his room for a week, only full of doubts: "Last night..."

The waiter in the store was really knowledgeable and interesting, Song Qingshu had only said two words, and he was already eloquently praising Song Qingshu's prestige of fighting against the "Four Evil Men" alone, and beating them all over the floor to find their teeth. some.The crimes of the "Four Great Evil Men" are heinous, but Song Qingshu's benevolence and righteousness are admired by everyone, and Song Qingshu can't help but be speechless for a long time. "That Situ... Situ...drunk..." After only a few words, Song Qingshu put his hand on his forehead. He really drank too much last night, and his mind was in chaos. Can't remember people's names. "Where did they go?"

Song Qingshu didn't know what to ask, but the waiter in the shop was smart, and immediately replied: "They were defeated by Song Shaoxia, so they have no face to show off their power, so naturally they left."

Song Qingshu let out a "huh" and asked again: "How did I come back last night? What's the matter with this medicine?"

The waiter in the store heard Song Qingshu's question, and immediately said: "Song Shaoxia drank a lot last night. The shopkeeper was worried that the strong alcohol would hurt his health, so he ordered the young man to go to the doctor to get Song Shaoxia's pulse. Song Shaoxia didn't know anything about the heavy rain yesterday. I just opened my mouth with God! The little one went all the way back and forth, and his clothes, shoes and socks were all wet! Poor little one only earns a few taels of silver in a month, and I don’t know how long it will take to buy a new suit..." As he said, he said to Looking at Song Qingshu with a flattering smile, he looked at him eagerly.

Song Qingshu often went to and from the casino during this period, and most of the silver he earned was given to poor families, and he was very generous in his own hands.Hearing what the shop waiter said, he didn't comment, and only looked at the money bag on the table in a blink of an eye.The waiter in the shop observed his words and hurriedly brought the money bag on the table.

Song Qingshu took the money bag, weighed it in his hand, and said softly: "I'll ask you again, how did I get back last night? What's the matter with this medicine? You have to think it over before answering me."

The waiter looked at the money bag hesitantly for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "Song Shaoxia did come back by himself."

Song Qingshu sighed dejectedly when he heard the words, and threw the money bag to the other party casually. "As much as you want, take it yourself."

The shop waiter was not a greedy person, he only took a dime of silver, put the money bag back on the table, and persuaded again: "Song Shaoxia, the medicine is cold and hurts the body."

How did he know that before he finished speaking, Song Qingshu suddenly became angry and threw out the whole medicine bowl casually.Seeing the medicine bowl shattered and the soup spilled all over the floor, the waiter in the shop was startled. He hurriedly took a rag to wipe the floor, cleaned up the broken porcelain and went out. As for persuading Song Qingshu to drink the medicine, he dared not say anything again.

After the waiter left, the room fell into silence again.Song Qingshu leaned his head on the side of the bed and rested his forehead with one hand, painfully recalling the scene after fighting those four gangsters last night.However, those scenes were clearly experienced by him personally, but now they seem to be fragments that cannot be pieced together no matter what.He seems to have seen Uncle Qi, and it seems that all this is his wishful thinking dream, just like every moment and every snap of his fingers during this period of time.

Before Song Qingshu could figure out what happened to Mo Shenggu, the retreating waiter suddenly came back again, blushing and shouting loudly: "Song Shaoxia, you are Song Qingshu of the Wudang sect! You are the hope of the world! You...you... ...you drink and gamble all day, what is the hope of the world?"

Song Qingshu was startled again, just staring at him blankly.

The shop waiter's eyes were red, and he burst into tears, and said incoherently: "Song Shaoxia, I, my mother is dead!... I promised her that we would set off to Wudang to find a doctor, and a good doctor... In the end, she I didn’t wait until I died. I only earn two taels of silver a month, and my mother’s medicine needs one tael, and I can’t stop it every day... Why is Wudang so far away! Song Shaoxia!"

Song Qingshu choked and coughed out of grief in his heart, and layers of cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead. He knew that he had been self-defeating and depressed during this period of time. .After about a stick of incense, he gradually finished adjusting his breath and his complexion improved. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Xiao Er was still standing beside him with a worried expression on his face. He smiled slightly and stood up to thank him. Said: "Thank you little brother for pointing out the maze!"

The waiter in the store didn't know why, he just looked at him suspiciously.Song Qingshu didn't explain much, just asked the waiter in the shop to fetch pen and ink for him, and soon sent a letter to Fuchun.On the second day, Boss Chen, a wine merchant who lives in Fuchun, brought a doctor well-known in Fuchun to feel Song Qingshu's pulse.Song Qingshu rejected Boss Chen's invitation to take him to stay at home for a short stay, and only drank medicine to adjust his breath in the inn without leaving home.Seven days later, his health recovered, and he finally left Qianchuan and set off for Wudang.

Song Qingshu knew that he had just recovered from a serious illness, but he was not in a hurry to return to Wudang, he walked at sunrise and rested at sunset.No matter whether he was resting in the inn or sleeping in the countryside, he honestly used three meals a day, never took a sip of wine, and never even glanced at the gambling house.Regardless of the length of the journey, he never let go of his homework for practicing martial arts and kung fu every day.He cruelly cut off Mo Shenggu's affection for him, which is called death; it is a later life to abandon himself and be awakened by the waiter's words.At this moment, his vision is open and wide, and his attitude is quite different from before. A set of Taiji swordsmanship has become more and more refined and proficient, and he uses it as straight as clouds and flowing water, like the Yangtze River.

However, on this journey, if you accidentally miss the meal and sleep in the wild, you will always see prey falling into a trap set by some hunter in advance, waiting for him to take it; if you stay overnight in the inn and forget to close the window, you will wake up the next day You will always see that the windows are closed tightly and no cold wind can blow in.Song Qingshu knew that there must be someone following him all the way to escort him back to Wudang, but who is that person and why he didn't want to show up, it seems that there is no need to ask any more, and there is no need to force him.

One month later, no matter how Song Qingshu slowed down, he would eventually enter Hubei.At dawn that day, he left the wild forest and was about to move forward. As if he suddenly felt something, he suddenly turned around and shouted: "Uncle Seven!" Getting farther and farther away, gradually annihilated, and there is no response at all.Song Qingshu stood there waiting for a long time, and finally sighed slightly.The rise and fall of the world, the hardships of the people, the honor and disgrace of teachers, the kindness of parents, which one is not more important than the love of children?Since Uncle Seven has broken through the confusion of color and turned into steel, he, as a nephew, can only congratulate him.

After a while, Song Qingshu smiled to himself, pulled the rein, got on the horse, whipped the horse, and ran towards Wudang without looking back.

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Director: Uncle Seven, shouldn't you say something at this time: Qing Shu, you actually love me too!

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