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

As early as the beginning of spring in 19, Hubei and Hunan ushered in an extremely severe late spring cold, and the farmers at the foot of Wudang Mountain all suffered a lot of losses.On the day of the vernal equinox, the sky was gloomy, and snowdrops began to fall on the ground after a while.Song Qingshu squatted on the ground, fiddled with a plant of frozen wheat, and rubbed a handful of cold and wet soil. He sighed silently, got up and said, "This spring cold will probably last for a few more days. Order someone to spread the word as soon as possible." People, please don’t rush to replant grain, it’s not too late to wait until the weather gets warmer, and the grain requisition in autumn will be reduced by [-]%. If you have the opportunity, you can go to granaries in various places to collect grain to tide over the difficulties temporarily. If a wealthy family is willing to raise grain, the Wudang faction will definitely credit him with great merit, and various taxes, fees, and labor at home can also be reduced or exempted as appropriate. Grain merchants under Wudang rule are not allowed to take the opportunity to drive up grain prices Hoarding is a rare thing, if anyone dares to make such a windfall, he will be killed immediately!"

Song Qingshu's orders were laid out one by one, and there were three generations of Wudang disciples around him who had recorded their orders for execution.At this time, many farmers were waiting for Song Qingshu's decision. They were relieved to hear that he made such an arrangement, and thanked them repeatedly.Song Qingshu just smiled and waved his hands, obviously not paying attention.Seeing Song Qingshu persuade a group of farmers away with good words, Tang Jianlin, who was following behind Song Qingshu, finally took a step forward and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Song, this year's spring cold is very powerful, and the rebel army... and Mingjiao... "

Song Qingshu sighed softly when he heard the words. Since the end of last year, the Mingjiao Rebel Army and Wudang Rebel Army fought against Yuan Ting frequently. "Suzhou and Hangzhou are originally a land of fish and rice. I will write a book as soon as possible and ask Uncle Seven for help. It's only now that the Suzhe Rebel Army has just taken shape. I'm afraid..." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frowned and shook his head slightly. "If you don't trade with overseas Semu people, the world is so big, there is always food."

"No! It's not easy to store grain. Semu people are not easy to meet, so we must sit on the ground and raise the price." Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu's voice fell, and Tang Jianlin refuted it bluntly.

Song Qingshu just smiled, and said indifferently: "Whatever the price he asks, it is up to you. Yellow and white things are always cheaper than human life." After a pause, he said again. "I'm afraid there will still be a lot of disaster victims coming to Wudang in this cold spring, so we have to find a way to resettle them. If we don't use work for relief, repair water conservancy, open up official roads, mine and iron, do this work earlier, and we can do it in the coming year." Make it easier."

What Song Qingshu said made Tang Jianlin silent.When Song Qingshu led the Wudang faction to travel across the sea, he had the temperament to spend even a penny in half, and he worked hard to earn such a family business.But in order to support the rebel army and relieve the victims, he has always spent money like water, and he has never been stingy.Song Qingshu has such a heart for all the people in the world, how can he not teach Tang Jianlin to admire him, and immediately suggested: "Brother Song, why don't you order people to go deep into Mongolia, so as to feed the enemy?" After speaking, he knelt down on one knee and said loudly. "Jianlin is not talented, and is willing to be a pioneer!"

Tang Jianlin's words "give food to the enemy" are simple, but Song Qingshu doesn't know the blood and fire in it?Immediately frowned and shook his head, but refused. "It's too risky!" Tang Jianlin wanted to persuade him again, but Song Qingshu had already stretched out his hand to help him up, and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him. "Don't be impatient, it's not yet this time. Besides, if you really want to take this step, I will be the pioneer."

Hearing what he said, Tang Jianlin immediately raised his eyebrows slightly, and was just about to say something to refute, "A son of a thousand pieces of gold can't sit in the hall", but Song Qingshu's expression was calm and calm, so he swallowed the words firmly.After returning from the Beggar Sect, Song Qingshu's mind gradually became more and more powerful, and he acted in a well-organized manner. His position in the Wudang Sect was already unshakable. All the Wudang disciples respected and feared him, but they dared not joke with him.It can be seen that Song Qingshu had been out for a long time, and his shoulders were already wet by the flying snowflakes, but Tang Jianlin still couldn't help but angrily said: "Brother Song has just recovered from his illness, why don't you take an umbrella when you go out?" The bamboo umbrella in the hands of the fellow disciples by his side was propped on top of Song Qingshu's head.

Song Qingshu was taken aback when he heard what he said.He returned from Hangzhou to be busy with Wudang's general affairs. It is true that he was ill for a few days, even his father didn't take it seriously, and now he has already recovered, and he killed a few tigers. I don't know where this so-called "healed soon" came from. .He also knew that Tang Jianlin was close to him, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "How could he be so delicate, can't he be drenched by a little snow?"

Unexpectedly, Tang Jianlin only looked at him angrily, seeing that his expression was calm and flawless, he couldn't help being even more annoyed, so he leaned into his ear and whispered: "Senior brother Song still has the pulse case in my hand when he was in Hangzhou. Well, since Uncle Seven has explained it, Senior Brother Song should not embarrass me. Otherwise, this pulse case..."

Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing, and only sighed: "Forget it, I'm afraid of you!" Then he turned his head and walked up the mountain.

Seeing him returning to the mountain, Tang Jianlin hastily followed him.Tang Jianlin only found out about Song Qingshu's serious illness when he met Mo Shenggu when he sailed through Hangzhou last month.It's just that when he knew about it, the situation had passed, and Song Qingshu used Master Tai and the Wudang heroes as an excuse, saying that he didn't want them to worry, so he had to obey.However, after that, Tang Jianlin suggested several times to ask Dr. Xue to go up the mountain to check Song Qingshu's pulse, but he bypassed him, so Tang Jianlin had to stare at him for a few more days to see if he really recovered.

Tang Jianlin had something in his mind, and he followed Song Qingshu all the way up the mountain, but felt that the mountain road he was used to on weekdays was extremely hard today, and from time to time he asked Song Qingshu to turn around and give him a hand.When Song Qingshu came back to pull him back for the third time, he suddenly smiled and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Tang, follow closely!"

Seeing that Song Qingshu wanted to try his martial arts, Tang Jianlin also became determined to win, so he chased him all the way.Not long after, the two passed Zhenwu Hall and Zixiao Palace successively, and ran all the way to the Golden Summit.On the top of the golden dome, the wind was fierce and the snowflakes were flying like a fairyland. Song Qingshu stood in the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the mountain, looked at him calmly with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Tang, you are good at lightness kung fu!"

Tang Jianlin, who arrived half a cup of tea later than Song Qingshu, gasped for a while before gathering strength and turning his head to look back. The two third-generation disciples who had followed behind him had long since disappeared, and they must still be working hard halfway up the mountain.Looking at this time again, it took more than half of the time it took to go up the mountain this time.Tang Jianlin didn't understand Song Qingshu's move, so he smiled wryly and said, "Brother Song is so advanced in martial arts, I'm really gratified." It was only a year ago, although Tang Jianlin thought he was not Song Qingshu's opponent, but at least he was still a match for Song Qingshu. Can survive a hundred moves under his hands.Not only a year later, Song Qingshu not only improved his swordsmanship by leaps and bounds, but also had such profound internal strength.If it's as expected, Song Qingshu's air has improved a lot, even if he faces the enemy in front of the battle, the master uncle may not be sure of victory.

Song Qingshu was not complacent, he just smiled and said: "Junior Brother Tang, let's hurry up, if you are late, you will miss the meal time!" He ignored Tang Jianlin, picked up the ladder cloud and ran down the mountain.

Tang Jianlin, who was thrown by Song Qingshu on the top of the mountain, was stunned for a long time, and then he cursed "shameless" and "cunning", and lamented "How come there is such a senior brother, it's really hard life!", followed by chasing.

Not long after lunch, a Shaolin disciple came down the mountain to send a letter to Wudang.The young monk who delivered the letter was only sixteen or seventeen years old. After seeing Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu, he handed the letter to Song Qingshu and said: "The Shaolin sect has won Xie Xun and dare not be good at it. We will hold a 'Tu Xie Xun is being judged by the Lion Assembly, and I am here to invite the Wudang faction to come." Although he spoke humbly, his expression was obviously very proud.

Song Qingshu's expression paused, and he only thought in his heart: It's finally here!Then he took the letter and handed it to Song Yuanqiao.

The fact that Zhao Min sent Xie Xun to Shaolin has long been rumored in the martial arts world. In the past few months, Zhang Wuji led the Mingjiao disciples to escort Xie Xun all the way.Although the Shaolin faction also protected Xie Xun's life all the way, they also did not want Zhang Wuji to take him away. The news of the lion slaughter meeting had been released several months ago.Until today, everything is finally ready.

In order to save Xie Xun, Zhang Wuji has offended most of the black and white martial artists in the past few months.Song Yuanqiao was worried about Zhang Wuji, and when he saw the Shaolin faction coming to invite him, he immediately asked, "I don't know what is the rule of your faction for organizing this 'Lion Slaying Conference'?"

This little monk is just a messenger, so how can he answer it, he only said that he will know everything when the Wudang faction comes to Shaolin, so he said goodbye and left.Song Yuanqiao knew that the matter was of great importance, so he didn't dare to be negligent and hurriedly brought a letter to see Zhang Sanfeng.

In Zixiao Palace, the Shaolin School's letter was circulated in the hands of Zhang Sanfeng and Wudang heroes, and finally fell into the hands of Song Qingshu.There is nothing wrong with this letter from the Shaolin School, and it is signed by Zen Master Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin School.Seeing Kongwen's signature, Song Qingshu couldn't help pondering for a while. He still remembered that in his last life, the Lion Slaying Conference was presided over by Kongwen's younger brother, Kongzhi, and Zen Master Kongwen himself was ill and never showed up.Now it is February, but the Duanyang Festival is in May. Could it be that Zen Master Kongwen fell ill at this time?Zen Master Kongwen's martial arts has already surpassed all other heroes, the wind and cold are not invading, and even if he is sick, he will not be cured for a long time. What is the disease that is so dangerous that he can't show up for such a big event as the lion slaughter?

Song Qingshu was engrossed in thought, but Zhang Sanfeng was already at the head of the table asking for his opinion.Song Qingshu came back to his senses after being pulled by Song Yuanqiao, and hurriedly got up and replied: "Grand Master, no matter why Shaolin held this 'Lion Slaughter Conference', I'm afraid we can't help but we don't show up. Wuji's adoptive brother Wuji's adoptive father, Wudang sect has absolutely no reason to stay out of the matter. What's more, Xie Xun's big enemy is Shaolin disciple Yuan Zhen, Shaolin's position is questionable."

As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, Yin Liting applauded. "That's the reason! We can't defend the blood debt Xie Xun caused, but we can't ignore the blood debt owed to him by others! Otherwise, how can we be worthy of the fifth brother under the nine springs?"

Seeing several disciples nodding in agreement, Zhang Sanfeng also smiled slightly, and immediately said: "So, Lianzhou, Liting, Qingshu, you three go this way." Song Qingshu came back from Hangzhou, his swordsmanship has improved a lot, Zhang Sanfeng's true biography has been obtained.Regardless of internal strength, Zhang Sanfeng even dared to say: Song Qingshu's swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle, and he can see all mountains and small ones at a glance.But now, Song Qingshu is only in his 20s.Being able to train such a proud disciple, although Zhang Sanfeng was born indifferent, he couldn't help but want to show off.

After Yu Daiyan recovered from his injury, he stopped walking in the rivers and lakes. Zhang Songxi recently comprehended a set of boxing techniques on his own. At the critical moment, Song Qingshu had to go to Wudang to take care of the general affairs. Zhang Sanfeng's arrangement was reasonable.Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting stood up at the same time and said yes, but Song Qingshu's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly said: "Grand Master, Qingshu doesn't want to go."

As soon as Song Qingshu said this, Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang heroes looked at each other in astonishment.Zhang Sanfeng knew that Song Qingshu was definitely not a person who was timid, so he immediately asked: "What does this mean?"

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "Grand Master, I was thinking that Wuji escorted Xie Xun to Shaolin all the way, and the martial arts world was shaking, but what are the two brothers and sisters Wang Baobao and Zhao Min doing during this period of time? Qing Shu I'm afraid that this time the Lion Slaughtering Conference is Xiang Zhuang's sword dance, aimed at Pei Gong."

What Song Qingshu said, all the heroes of Wudang were shocked at the same time, and shouted in unison: "Rebels!"

Song Qingshu nodded slightly solemnly, and continued: "Now for Xie Xun, the six major factions will definitely send many masters to Shaolin like my Wudang. Naturally, Wang Baobao is Jian Mingjiao and Wudang Rebel Army, while Zhao Min intends to follow the righteous path of the Central Plains martial arts .”

"It turned out to be another Bright Summit!" Yu Lianzhou couldn't help sighing softly, Zhao Min's methods are not unfathomable, at least Qingshu saw through her tricks twice.However, Zhao Min's calculations both times were based on people's hearts. He taught people that they knew it was a trick, but they had to be willing to fall into the trap.

Song Qingshu smiled lightly, and said loudly: "So, Qingshu thought, it's better to jump out of the chess game than to be manipulated by her, and the onlookers will know."

Wudang heroes pondered for a while, all nodded in agreement, only Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said: "Qing Shu, this time you can be regarded as a hundred secrets, did you forget about Tian Ji's horse racing?"

Song Qingshu was startled suddenly, and immediately understood.Yuan Ting and the rebel army had fought several times but never gained any advantage. If Wang Baobao took advantage of Shaolin to convene this Lion Slaying Conference and besieged Shaolin Temple with a large army, killing a few people in the martial arts would not be credited, and getting the Dragon Slaying Saber would be worthless.However, if Zhang Wuji could be killed, the leaderless dragons of the Ming Cult would all be vying for the position of leader, and the good situation of the Ming Cult Rebel Army would be wiped out. "I also ask Grand Master to revise a book, please don't..." Song Qingshu hurriedly said, but he stopped in a daze after speaking halfway.Xie Xun is Zhang Wuji's adoptive father, Zhang Wuji treats him with deep affection, how could he not save him because he is concerned about his own safety?In the past few months, people who ambushed Xie Xun came wave after wave. Is it true that all of them are just for Xie Xun and Dragon Saber?

Zhang Sanfeng also sighed at this moment, "Wuji is resolute, I don't know who he resembles.... Among the righteous ways of Wulin in the Central Plains, you are the only one who knows the art of war. The crisis this time is not with the rebels, It's in Shaolin."

Song Qingshu's heart sank, and he couldn't help but close his eyes tightly.He wanted to say that this time, the cold spring was coming so fiercely that he was at his wits' end; If he died at the hands of Yuan Zhen, the Beggar Clan disciple must take this opportunity to go to Shaolin to seek justice, and then he will see Uncle Qi.But Seventh Uncle never wanted to see him again... But in the end, Song Qingshu still didn't show any sensuality, and only replied in a deep voice: "Qingshu is under orders, and he will definitely live up to his master's entrustment if he goes through fire and water!"

The author has something to say:

Zhang Sanfeng: Qingshu, did you forget about Tian Ji's horse race?

Wang Baobao: Who is Zhongsi?

Five factions: Who is Xia Si? !

Director: The real black is pure natural!