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

After Zhao Min left, Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu stood there for a long time.Until the sun slanted to the west, and the cool night wind rolled up a few willow leaves and floated in front of their eyes, Mo Shenggu suddenly laughed and sighed: "This Princess Shaomin is smart, free and easy, and is not inferior to a man, Wuji failed to keep her by his side , what a pity."

Song Qingshu also sighed when he heard the words, and replied: "Wuji's ambition is in the world, and the love between children is just a small thing. It may not be a pity to get what you want and lose what you abandon."

Now that the marriage between Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo has spread all over the world, Mo Shenggu doesn't like Zhou Zhiruo for various reasons.Hearing what Song Qingshu said at this time, he just frowned, and said helplessly: "I hope Wuji will not regret today's choice in the future."

Mo Shenggu was still worried about Fifth Brother's legacy, but Song Qingshu knew that Zhang Wuji would never regret it.The two nephews of the Wudang faction, Song Qingshu was reborn in his first life and was lucky enough to see through Zhou Zhiruo, and didn't want to be trapped in the mud again because of Mo Shenggu.But Zhang Wuji has always been calm and restrained, able to pull away all his emotions, and make the best choice from the perspective of a pure bystander.Song Qingshu has long believed that he can't keep up with Zhang Wuji when it comes to dealing with emotional matters.Song Qingshu was silent for a while, before he tentatively said: "The matter of the spider..."

Before Song Qingshu finished speaking, Mo Shenggu shook his head and said, "I understand what you mean, but Spider is Wuji's cousin and the daughter of King Yinye after all, Wuji should have an explanation." Yin Tianzheng died Later Yin Yewang was the leader of the Tianying Sect, and Zhang Wuji's greatest support in the Ming Sect.Mo Shenggu also understood that Zhao Min was not only targeting Zhou Zhiruo, but also Zhang Wuji when he sent Zhu'er's ashes back to the Eagle Sect.However, even if Mo Shenggu knew that Zhao Min's move would affect Zhang Wuji's position in Mingjiao, he would not intervene to stop it with his heart.In Mo Shenggu's heart, since justice is justice, one should follow the right path. Justice cannot be based on blood, let alone achieve it by conspiracy.

Although Song Qingshu said that he was not very close to Zhang Wuji, he could not help feeling sympathetic when he thought about his situation in the future, and couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Third Uncle said that I am lonely, but I don't know that there is someone else who is lonely. For the rest of my life, I really can’t make a mistake even half a step.”

Hearing Song Qingshu's mournful tone, Mo Shenggu couldn't help turning his head to look at him.This glance was deep and sharp, but also contained infinitely complex and unpredictable emotions, which only made Song Qingshu's heart beat wildly.Song Qingshu didn't dare to look at him, so he looked away, but the white hair on his sideburns felt very dazzling, so he lowered his head and stared blankly at the ground.After waiting for a long time, Mo Shenggu sighed softly: "It's important to hurry, let's go!"

Since it was the rainy season and the road was muddy and difficult, the journey of the two of them was not fast, but they gradually had nothing to say along the way.The heavy rain came again on this day, and the violent rainstorm was like a whip, causing people's body pain. Even though Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu were both wearing coir raincoats, they were useless in the face of such pouring rain.So when they finally found an abandoned Taoist temple to take shelter from the rain, both of them were soaked.

This place is close to the Danjiang River and is within Wudang's sphere of influence.Mo Shenggu saw that the Taoist house was in good condition, but there was no one in the temple, so he couldn't help being suspicious.Before he could ask a question, Song Qingshu, who came in behind him, explained in a low voice: "Last year, the soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty approached the Han River, and I ordered the nearby people to move to the south of the Han River..." Before he finished speaking, He staggered and stretched out his hand to support the door frame before he managed to stand still.

Seeing Song Qingshu's pale face, Mo Shenggu hurried forward and grabbed his wrist.It turned out that Song Qingshu was extremely cold due to the palm of the two elders Xuanming, and all the eight meridians were damaged. Now, although he has the "Nine Yin Manual", it is not easy to heal the injuries of the meridians overnight.He was recovering from a serious injury and shouldn't have been exposed to the rain, but in order not to worry about Mo Shenggu, he has been walking in the rain for the past few days and has been holding back.It's just that every night in the middle of the night, the meridians are aching, and the inner breath is stagnant, which makes him feel like falling into an ice cave.It has been raining continuously for the past few days, and he has to travel during the day, and it is difficult to sleep at night. Song Qingshu finally couldn't hold on after struggling for several days.Although Mo Shenggu had been concealed by Song Qingshu for a few days, his inner strength was already very deep, so if he stretched out his fingers at this moment, how could he still not understand?He raised his head and stared at Song Qingshu for a long while, but in the end he only sighed lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Go to the Zhaitang by yourself, change your clothes first, and adjust your breath for a while."

Song Qingshu answered yes in a low voice, and walked towards the backyard of the Taoist temple.After half an hour of adjusting the breath according to the inner strength and heart method of the healing chapter of "Nine Yin Scriptures", Mo Shenggu brought in a wooden bucket filled with hot water, and pressed Song Qingshu to soak it into a red-hot one. Xia Zi only allowed him to come out.Song Qing Shuben was a little bit cold, but at this moment, he was sweating hotly, and felt a lot lighter.Although it was still early in the day, he was already very sleepy.Mo Shenggu stepped forward to tuck him in the quilt, and was about to get up and leave when Song Qingshu, who was already drowsy, suddenly opened his eyes wide, grabbed his hand in panic and shouted: "Uncle Seven! "

Mo Shenggu felt a pain in his heart, endured it for a while before replying in a low voice: "Uncle Qi is next door."

After all, Song Qingshu's energy was low, and he fell asleep peacefully after getting a reassurance from Mo Shenggu.He is a martial arts practitioner, he usually sleeps lightly, but he was exhausted from traveling these few days, this sleep was dark and sweet, and he didn't wake up until evening.The downpour outside had turned into a drizzle, Song Qingshu frowned and came out calling "Uncle Seven".

Unexpectedly, the Taoist temple was pitch black, and there was no human voice except himself.Song Qingshu was startled, and hurriedly searched around in the Taoist temple, but he didn't see Mo Shenggu's figure, only his package was still neatly placed in the room, but he and his mount were nowhere to be seen .Song Qingshu stood in Mo Shenggu's room at a loss for a while, listening to the intermittent raindrops dripping down the eaves and falling to the ground, he felt heavy in his hands and feet, and slowly sat down at the table.

I don't know how long I was in the dark, and I heard the sound of horseshoes. Song Qingshu hurriedly chased out the door, and saw Mo Shenggu striding into the door, frowning, and untied the dripping coir raincoat under him. Come down and throw it aside. "Seventh Uncle!" Song Qingshu was refreshed and rushed up immediately. "I thought..." Halfway through speaking, he closed his mouth in a daze.

Mo Shenggu took out two dry and intact medicine bags from his arms, and asked unconsciously: "Why?" It turned out that Mo Shenggu went to a nearby town to grab medicine in the rain when he saw that Song Qingshu had a slight fever, and waited for a long time He didn't see Song Qingshu answering, so he raised his head slightly surprised.Only then did he notice that Song Qingshu came out of his room, Mo Shenggu seemed to understand something, and said softly: "So you are also afraid."

Song Qingshu's eyes became hot, and he waited for a long time before he answered: "Of course I will be afraid. Before the lion slaughter meeting, Dad asked me to tell you that you should go back to the division for reunion during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I understand what Dad means, he wants you You can go back. Uncle Qi, even if only one of you and I is destined to stay in Wudang, the one who should leave is me, not you."

Mo Shenggu didn't answer for a while, and asked after a while: "Are you going to Emei?"

Song Qingshu shook his head slightly, and said softly: "I won't go to Emei. The world is so big, there is always room for it."

Seeing his ethereal and tired expression, Mo Shenggu felt anger and heartache for some reason.He was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Seventh Uncle asked you something, you answer me honestly. In the last life, what happened?"

Song Qingshu was slightly taken aback, and said a few words firmly: "When I was in Hangzhou, I already told the truth..."

Mo Shenggu interrupted him calmly and said: "Qing Shu, I am your seventh uncle, your elder. If you dare to say half a sentence again, I will punish you severely!"

Song Qingshu's heart sank immediately, he knew that he could no longer hide Mo Shenggu.He stood there stunned for a while, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and asked slowly, "What does Seventh Uncle want to know?"

Mo Shenggu pondered for a while, and asked: "Do you really like Miss Zhou so much?" He gritted his teeth and added another sentence. "I like it so much that I don't hesitate to kill Seventh Uncle?"

"It was love at first sight, and from then on, there is nothing else to think about." Song Qingshu answered him wearily, telling Mo Shenggu the whole story of his previous life, not daring to lie again.

After all, he was the nephew whom he watched growing up. Even if Song Qingshu hadn't confessed before, Mo Shenggu had already vaguely guessed that the crime he said of "killing Uncle Qi with his own hands" must have other secrets behind him.Now listening to him tell the truth, Mo Shenggu couldn't help looking up to the sky and sighing: "God's will trick people!" Song Qingshu is Song Yuanqiao's only son, even if he really committed a heinous crime, Mo Shenggu would only bring him back to Wudang and ask Song Yuanqiao to deal with it himself, and would never do anything Kill him.And with Song Qingshu's martial arts at that time, he was no match for him.If Chen Youliang hadn't intervened, the matter would never have gotten out of hand, and he would not have died in vain. "Chen Youliang has ulterior motives. Since I died at his hands, why didn't you kill him and bring his head back to Wudang to plead guilty and tell the truth?"

Song Qingshu was silent for a long time, and then he replied in a low voice with shame on his face: "Miss Zhou is in his hands, he said...he said, if I refuse to cooperate with him obediently, he will sell Zhiruo Fei to a brothel. .”

When Song Qingshu said the first half of the sentence, Mo Shenggu still wanted to sneer, "There is a knife on Sezi's head", but after hearing the second half of the sentence, he was filled with anger. He punched the table beside him and cursed loudly: "This shameless little people!"

Song Qingshu smiled lightly, but did not answer.Afterwards, he made more and more mistakes. Isn't he just a shameless villain in the eyes of others?

Mo Shenggu suddenly frowned, and said anxiously: "Since Chen Youliang wants to use you, as long as you are still worth taking advantage of, he will definitely not reveal my affairs. How did your father know that I have passed away?" The news of my death is even more convincing that you killed me with your own hands and expelled you from the sect?"

"I don't know," Song Qingshu shook his head slightly.At that time, he had already exhausted all his energy dealing with Yuan Zhen and Chen Youliang, the master and apprentice, and he could no longer care about who made the situation worse. "Chen Youliang said it wasn't him. But whether it wasn't or not, it doesn't matter anymore." He was expelled from the school, and it was his biological father who convicted him of killing his uncle. He was destined to never be cleared for the rest of his life.

"Zhou Zhiruo was rescued by Wuji, and you were expelled from the school. You have completely lost the value of being used, and you have already got rid of Chen Youliang, why don't you go back to Wudang to plead guilty?" Mo Shenggu asked again.

"Will daddy believe it? Will Grand Master and the senior uncles believe it?" Song Qingshu said tearfully, "They never even asked me, didn't they ask me, did I kill you with my own hands? I grew up in Wudang When I grew up, I followed the rules and never committed a crime, so why do you firmly believe that I am a sinner who deceived my master and destroyed my ancestors?"

"How dare you hate your father for treating you ruthlessly? Do you dare to doubt your father's heart for you? According to Wudang sect rules, is bullying masters and exterminating ancestors just expelling masters? This is to clean up the sect, have you forgotten? Seeing that Song Qingshu dared to harbor resentment, Mo Shenggu couldn't help being furious.Although he didn't know why Song Yuanqiao convicted him without asking Song Qingshu for evidence, he knew that Wudang had high hopes for Song Qingshu, and they would never act rashly if the evidence was not convincing or they were forced to do so.

What Mo Shenggu expected was correct. In the previous life, Wudang heroes, Zhang Wuji, and Zhao Min heard the question and answer between Chen Youliang and Song Qingshu on the mountain top, and they can already confirm that Mo Shenggu's death is inseparable from Song Qingshu.And Song Qingshu agreed to go to Wudang to poison Zhou Zhiruo, so there is no reason for the Wudang heroes to forgive him.At that time, Zhang Wuji was close to Zhao Min and didn't mind her status as the princess of Mongolia, but how dare the Wudang heroes forget that Yuan Ting and Wudang faction were immortal?Song Qingshu killed his seventh uncle for his beauty and tried to poison his master. If such scandals are publicized by the Yuan court, not only Song Qingshu will undoubtedly die, but the Wudang faction will also lose its reputation and never recover from it.The Wudang faction was the first to spread Song Qingshu's crimes to the world, even though they treated him mercilessly, it was to save his life.

Song Qingshu naturally knew that Shimen's punishment for him at that time was a felony and a light punishment, but he was arrogant and arrogant since he was a child, and he cherished his face more than his life.In order not to go to Wudang to be poisoned, he took the poison himself. When he heard the news on the sick bed, he felt disheartened, he might as well be dead.After getting rid of Chen Youliang, he remained in a daze until the news came out that Zhang Wuji regretted his marriage.

Mo Shenggu also knew Song Qingshu's disposition, so being expelled from the school would definitely be a great blow to him.He couldn't bear to scold any more, he breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Why did you vote for the Emei sect again?"

"I didn't!" Song Qingshu finally couldn't help shouting, "I didn't! I never did this! No matter how Zhiruo forced me, I never promised her, and I never learned the martial arts of the Emei sect!"

"Then what about the Nine Yin White Bone Claw?" Mo Shenggu asked back.

Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, but had nothing to say.How can you speak to Uncle Qi?He once gave up his life for a woman, such a woman.

Mo Shenggu only looked at him sadly and shook his head slowly. "Qingshu, how can you be so confused? People say that you can destroy gold and destroy bones. You have learned the Jiuyin White Bone Claw. You appeared with the Emei Sect at the lion slaughter meeting. If you say you are not a student of the Emei Sect, who will believe it? ... You should have returned to Wudang to plead guilty, but you kept evading time and time again. Your father and several uncles thought you killed me, but they just expelled you from the school, and did not take your life. But you still want to kill me Appeared at the lion meeting, and even helped the Emei faction to kill people. The gunpowder used by the Emei faction in the lion slaughter meeting, others don’t know whose handwriting it was, wouldn’t your second uncle and sixth uncle know?...Qingshu, you like it so much Zhou Zhiruo? You like it so much that you don't know right from wrong? What kind of ecstasy soup did she give you?"

Just now Mo Shenggu could endure Song Qingshu's narration of the cause of his death, but now he couldn't bear it any longer, so he swung his arms round and slapped Song Qingshu hard.

Mo Shenggu didn't hold back this time, and Song Qingshu was weak, so he slapped him so that he fell to his knees.One side of Song Qingshu's cheek was red and swollen, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, so he just replied softly: "It's my own fault, death is not a pity!"

"So you didn't use a sword in the martial arts competition with your second uncle? You have the best swordsmanship but you don't use a sword. This is the intention of death, isn't it?" Mo Shenggu said clearly.

Song Qingshu didn't answer, just stared blankly at the ground.

"24 years! The whole 24 years of hard work of the Wudang Clan! We raised you up in our hands like our own son, Qing Shu... Song Qingshu, how can you be so worthless? How can you be so ignorant of self-love? Who are you worthy of? Answer me!" Mo Shenggu took a step forward, picked up Song Qingshu's collar, but saw that he was already crying silently.Seeing his look of hopelessness and despair, Mo Shenggu couldn't afford to slap him no matter what. "You grew up sitting on your Grand Master's lap, but you never expected him to do it yourself...Qing Shu, you are not filial!"

Song Qingshu burst into tears, hugged Mo Shenggu's legs and cried, "Seventh Uncle, I have made a big mistake, and it is hard for me to recover. Apart from death, how can I make up for it?"

Mo Shenggu's eye sockets were already hot, and he finally regained his composure after enduring for a long time, and asked in a low voice: "You are dead, but what do you want your father to do?"

Song Qingshu smiled with a strange expression, and slowly replied: "So after I die, I still can't find peace. I just watched my father die because of me. Uncle Qi, why did God punish me like this?" Mo Shenggu bent down He wanted to help him, but Song Qingshu just knelt on the ground and shook his head continuously. This dull pain has been painful for two lifetimes, and he can't bear it anymore. "I treat Zhiruo with all sincerity, why does she forgive Zhang Wuji again and again, but deceive me again and again? I can't tell which of her words is true and which is false. In Wudang before, Even if my father knew it was my fault, he would still give me a chance to explain, why didn't he this time? I thought that as long as I could win Zhiruo's sincerity and have an heir with her, even for the sake of my children and grandchildren, my father would treat me Be lenient, but in the end... Uncle Seven, Uncle Seven, why did you die? Uncle Seven! I didn’t mean it... Uncle Seven, I can’t explain clearly...I, I’m so tired..."

Mo Shenggu didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer.This step by step was wrong, some were Song Qingshu's mistakes, some others were wrong, but in the end they came to the most tragic ending.In the previous life, Mo Shenggu didn't even know it existed.Even if his death was wronged and worthless, it was only for a moment.But the one who is alive is worse than death.No matter how many mistakes he made, that person is always the nephew he watched grow up!Why?Mo Shenggu squatted down, hugged Song Qingshu tightly, and patiently stroked his back, letting him cry out the grievances and regrets accumulated in two lifetimes.

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