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

Song Qingshu has always refused to become the head of the Emei Sect.

But as the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. In the first battle with Lin and Song Qingshu annihilated the rest of the Mongols to pacify the world, it was hard to ride a tiger.

——What's more, it was still a group of tigress.

Song Yuanqiao personally sent his son down Wudang Mountain, hesitant to speak on his face.

Song Qingshu has always been considerate, and in turn comforted his father: "When the boy picks out a suitable leader for the Emei sect, the boy will leave his post and return to Wudang immediately, so don't worry about it, father."

Song Yuanqiao let out a long sigh: "Men and women don't know each other, you have to follow the rules in Emei, so as not to damage Wudang's reputation."

Song Yuanqiao looked at Mo Shenggu in the distance, and added in a low voice: "It's better to stay away from those male disciples!"

Song Qingshu: "..."

Song Yuanqiao stretched out his arms, and handed over a swaddling baby: "Since this girl was brought back by you, you can take it to Emei together!"

Song Qingshu thought: Father!

Song Qingshu said: "She is not my child!"

All the female disciples in Emei smiled, glanced sideways at Song Qingshu, and praised in unison: "Fair and beautiful, just like my father!"

Song Qingshu supported his forehead. "I'm a boy, it's very inconvenient to take care of a baby girl..."

The Emei female disciple glanced at Song Qingshu again, in disbelief: "The child's mother is willing to do so?"

Song Qingshu slapped the table angrily: "Presumptuous! Do you take me as the leader seriously?"

Emei's female disciples all lowered their heads, wanting to cry.

Song Qingshu: "..."

The elder sister Jingxuan smiled and made a relief: "Since this girl is the head of the sect and brought her into the wall of my Emei gate, she should be the generation of Jing."

Song Qingshu sighed: "Let's call her Jingshu." A quiet girl like Shu is the best wish for a woman.

Jingxuan probed: "surname Song?"

Song Qingshu gritted his teeth: "Surname! Wu!"

Song Qingshu thinks: the ceremony of succession to head can be done casually.

Emei's female disciples were all against it, and the entire Wulin was against it.

Therefore, the Emei Sect decided to hold a grand ceremony, and almost all the martial arts fellows beamed and expressed that they would come to watch the ceremony.

Song Qingshu: "..."

The uniform of the head of the Emei faction is very luxurious, but the color is hard to describe - pink.

Song Qingshu refused and ordered: "Use black color instead."

Jing Xuan sincerely persuaded: "The male disciples with low status in the Emei sect only use black."

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, as if recalling the past, Jiujiu smiled and said, "It's okay."

The smile is quiet and beautiful, as if he can bear no matter how wronged he is.

Jingxuan's heart ached for no reason, and he couldn't bear to disobey immediately.

Song Qingshu has such ability.

When he is serious, you know that he is responsible for the overall situation and the world, ambushing on all sides, planning in every possible way, and all difficulties and dangers are only tormented in his heart.

But when he smiled, your whole body is not well, and you only regret that you can't share one or two for him.

Even now he is just lamenting that people are not destiny.But even though the famous sword has been put back into its sheath, its mighty brilliance can hardly be concealed after all.

Besides, women have always been more face-controlled than men.

On the day of the ceremony, Song Qingshu wore a black uniform carefully embroidered by Emei female disciples, with a Yitian sword on his waist, worshiped the tablets of the three Emei sect masters, and took over as the fifth master of the Emei sect.

Xuanshang and sword, Fengshen is handsome and elegant, and real celebrities are self-sufficient.

The martial arts comrades didn't show it on the surface, but they all sighed in their hearts: this trip is worthwhile.

Outside the mountain gate, a middle-aged female voice spoke from far to near with a long breath: "Poor nun Xiaofeng, come here uninvited, congratulations to head Song!"

Jingxuan's complexion changed suddenly, and Song Qingshu's expression was blank.

Master Xiaofeng came into the room with a group of female disciples, and said: "The Hengshan School once had an agreement with Miejue Shitai, and I hope the head of Song Dynasty will not break the promise!"

Mrs. Xiaofeng said again: "The head of the Song dynasty will bring peace to the world, and the poor man is willing to bow down. He is willing to send his disciples to learn the Emei sword technique and sword array."

Zhang Wuji who came to watch the ceremony: "Hahaha!"

Feng Mozhi who came to watch the ceremony: "Hahahaha!"

The martial arts crowd who came to watch the ceremony: "Hahahahaha!"

Sure enough, no!False!this!OK!

Song Qingshu: I knew it a long time ago!How did I know that!They're just here for a joke!

Song Qingshu's art of war is the best in the world just like his martial arts, he said: "The teacher came from a long way, so there is no rush for the competition."

Master Xiaofeng said heartily: You think I don't understand the word dragging?Anyway, monks (nuns?) can run away, but they can't run away from the temple!Dafang said: "The guest does as he pleases."

Zhang Wuji: "Leave me a room."

Feng Mozhi: "+1"

Martial arts crowd: "+10086"

Song Qingshu thought in his heart: Get the hell out of here!With a calm smile on his face: "Emei is full of splendor."

That night, after hearing about the past grievances between the two masters, Song Qingshu slandered: Why are the monks and nuns so angry?

Trying the martial arts of Emei's disciples again, Song Qingshu hugged his head and lamented: "Emei's century-old reputation is going to be destroyed by my hands?"

The Emei female disciple was so ashamed that she burst into tears.

How can a man make a woman cry?

Song Qingshu regained his energy and comforted the girls: "Two out of three games, we've already won one game, and it's not time to despair yet."

Song Qingshu said again: "Tomorrow you will be powerless in a sword competition; the day after tomorrow, you will be able to defeat the art of war in a sword formation."

Emei female disciple: "...Huh?"

Second day

Emei sent Master Jingxuan to fight against Hengshan who sent Master Yin.

Yin Shi is too victorious.

Master Xiaofeng laughed secretly: The Emei Sect has lost the old nun Jujue, and it really is going downhill!He said politely: "Sect Leader Song, let me go!"

Song Qingshu smiled without saying a word, and retreated very modestly.

Seeing this situation, fellow martial arts practitioners understood: courtesy is what it should be.Song Qingshu really knows how to behave!

Little did he know, Song Qingshu secretly groaned in his heart: How did he lose so quickly?

Third day

The Hengshan faction deployed a seven-man sword formation, the seven swords attacked the enemy and then defended themselves.The seven swords are continuous and continuous, with almost no flaws to be found.

Song Qingshu smiled: "Emei Sect only sends out one person."

Master Xiaofeng sneered too coldly: "Sect Leader Song speaks so loudly!"

Song Qingshu looked ashamed, and bowed to apologize: "Master Xiaofeng taught me that it was Song who entrusted me with the education."

Master Xiaofeng choked for a moment, his mind churning: What do you mean by this?Could it be that he wants to end in person regardless of face?

Song Qingshu said again: "So, Jingxuan, Zhao Lingzhu, and Li Mingxia will fight."

Master Xiaofeng heaved a sigh of relief, and became angry again: "Today, I will come to learn the brilliant moves of the Emei Sect!"

Song Qingshu sighed secretly: Do you think I don't want to gather seven people?It's just that the three masters still have the possibility of winning, but the pig teammate is too much for one!

Jingxuan and the other three did not enter the formation, but instead entangled the youngest disciple of Hengshan in the sword formation and beat them to death.When two Hengshan disciples were injured one after another, the seven-person sword formation would be difficult to form, and it would collapse without attack.

Master Xiaofeng's face turned livid: There is such an operation?

The martial arts comrades looked at each other in dismay: Sure enough, he is the leader of the army, and the soldiers never tire of cheating!

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Song Qingshu bowed his head in salute: "We will be farewell today, and our enthusiasm will not diminish. Emei respectfully sends Master Xiaofeng off!"

Master Xiaofeng flicked his whisk, "Hehe!" With a wave of his arm, he left with a group of female disciples.

Zhang Wuji: "Brother Song is really unfathomable!"

Feng Mozhi: "+1"

Martial arts crowd: "+10086"

A group of people scattered in all directions with indescribable expressions on their faces.

The Emei female disciple stood behind Song Qingshu, laughing and complacent: "I am a famous Emei family, how can I be provoked by any unknown person?"

Hearing this, Song Qingshu turned his face to the side, lowered his eyes, and turned coldly.

The starry eyes are shining, as bright as a blade.

Seeing this, the Emei female disciples stood with their heads bowed, trembling with fear.

11

The top three Immortal Sect Masters of the Emei Sect have spirits in the sky: I, Da Emei, can still be saved!

12

Song Qingshu went off in person, and tried the martial arts of Emei's disciples one by one, and his white hair was three thousand feet!

Song Qingshu locked himself in the Sutra Pavilion in Emei, and read all the martial arts classics of the Emei Sect, feeling like he was growing up!

Although Emei Kung Fu is profound and ingenious, it is not systematic.

When a disciple learns martial arts, he only depends on the master's mood that day, and what he wants to teach. If he can't teach the law, he can't learn the law.

Seeing Song Qingshu holding the martial arts classics in his hands, Jingxuan raised his head and sighed, and couldn't help but be at a loss: "Why is the master so worried?"

Song Qingshu lowered his head and frowned, his heart was ruthless: "Call Emei disciples to the main hall to discuss matters."

Song Qingshu only regarded himself as the temporary head of the sect, and humbly solicited the opinions of all the disciples: "Emei martial arts are all-encompassing, and it should be organized systematically so that the disciples of the sect can be taught step by step. What do you think?"

All the disciples were at a loss, and respectfully said: "I wish to follow the teaching of the master!"

Song Qingshu clapped his hands and smiled: "Good!"

All the disciples were terrified: Did they say something wrong?

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Song Qingshu summoned Jingxuan, Zhao Lingzhu, and Bei Jinyi to assist in sorting out Emei martial arts by category, and personally wrote the teaching syllabus.

Song Qingshu ordered Jingjia, Ding Minjun, and Li Mingxia to preside over the training, and divided the disciples into three levels according to their martial arts progress, high, high, and low, and taught them respectively. The daily martial arts training time should not be less than three hours.

Song Qingshu personally led his disciples to the daily morning classes, starting from the basics to teach the key points of martial arts practice, answering questions, and the daily morning class time was no less than two hours.

Song Qingshu re-determined small quizzes every ten days and year-end competitions, those with good performance will be promoted and those with poor performance will be demoted.There is no distinction between male and female disciples, and they are treated equally.

After three years as a teacher and five years of simulation, Wen Neng counted the basics of martial arts like a treasure, and Wu Neng's fist, foot and sword skills broke ten thousand enemies.

As for shopping, shopping, makeup, clothing, gossip, what is that?

Emei disciples: Convex!

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The disciples in Emei began to be passive and sabotage their work. One sick leave today, two family visit leave tomorrow, and three injury leave the day after tomorrow...

If you make up enough seven death leave, can you summon the dragon?

Is this still great? !

Song Qingshu decided to take care of it.

All the female disciples of Emei cried bitterly: "The disciple is incompetent, and I have insulted the lintel of Emei. Hey, blah, blah!"

Song Qingshu was furious: "You are not incompetent, but lazy!"

The Emei female disciple cried loudly: "Wow!"

Song Qingshu: "..."

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Song Qingshu could only plead guilty to the tablets of Emei's sages in the past, unable to kneel for a long time, and didn't think about eating.

Jingxuan was busy appeasing the disciples, and sent Bei Jinyi to appease the master.

In just one night, Song Qingshu was already haggard and gloomy like a frivolous phantom.

Bei Jinyi was so frightened, she rushed forward and grabbed the opponent's arm, screaming, "Why is the head of the sect suffering so much?"

Song Qingshu shook his head, with a gentle and forbearing smile, taking the blame for his righteousness. "It's my incompetence."

Bei Jinyi looked ashamed and argued weakly: "The aptitude of the disciple is limited, it is difficult to cultivate..."

Song Qingshu let out a long sigh: "How many people are there in this world who are as talented as Patriarch Guo? How can my aptitude be as good as that of my Junior Brother Wuji?"

Song Qingshu was dejected: "Even though I have learned the scriptures of the Nine Yins, and my martial arts are the best in the world, people in the world will only think that I am a disciple of Wudang, and Emei is nothing more than a fox pretending to be a tiger. As long as I am alive, no one dares to gossip. But in the future... who will there be?" To support the Emei Gate?"

Song Qingshu resolutely said: "That's it! The matter has come to this point, it's useless to force it. It's just that I will do my best and die!"

Song Qingshu kept choking and coughing with his hands, his back trembled slightly but he still managed to straighten himself.That demeanor seems to be a long-standing habit that is hard to change, even if his body is smashed into flying ashes, he has no complaints or regrets.

Bei Jinyi's heart was twisted like a knife, and she ran away in tears.

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Everyone knows that Song Qingshu established the country with force and ruled the world with bloody battles. He is a great hero who stands up to heaven and earth.

Unexpectedly, his tenderness is as soft as spring rain, and his sadness is as full of sadness as autumn water.

Bei Jinyi shared Song Qingshu's words with his good friends, and everyone cried.

If so again and again, everyone knows.Regardless of morning class or martial arts practice, no one will be absent for no reason.

Song Qingshu was not happy but worried: "You don't have to do this, I forced it."

The female disciples of Emei felt pain in their hearts, and expressed their opinions one after another: "Only by suffering and suffering can you become a master!"

Song Qingshu felt even more ashamed: "Mr. Song is the head of Emei, so he should protect you well. Even if you give up everything, you should let the disciples have no worries."

The sockets of the Emei female disciple's eyes were red, and her voice was choked up: "Since we are Emei disciples, we should honor the lintel of the sect, and should not rely on the master to protect us for the rest of our lives."

Song Qingshu closed his eyes and sighed: "It's my fault. If Master Miejue was still around, Emei would definitely not be like it is now!"

Seeing that Song Qingshu insisted on going his own way, the female disciples of Emei felt guilty and guilty, and all of them went crazy.Unanimously agreed to extend the time limit for morning classes and martial arts to four hours a day.

Song Qingshu finally shut up, and stood on the golden dome with his hands behind his back, looking at the rays of the sun and the sea of ​​clouds.

How invincible, how lonely!

17

Song Qingshu asked Emei general affairs again.

Emei's account books are terrible, the disciples' monthly bill is only five qian, and the account books are empty.

Bei Jinyi was really afraid that he frowned, and hurriedly whispered: "The monthly rules can be slightly reduced as appropriate."

Song Qingshu was surprised: "How to reduce it?"

Bei Jinyi: "This..."

Song Qingshu counted with his fingers: "Four seasons clothes, jewelry, cosmetics, snacks, which one can be less?"

Pei Jinyi: "Uh..."

Song Qingshu said again: "How can we be frugal in dealing with people and visiting relatives?"

Pui Jinyi: "Hmm..."

Song Qingshu also said: "All the disciples devote themselves to practicing martial arts, but they can't stop the maintenance of weapons, acupuncture and medicine. In addition to martial arts, they should also learn the same thing. If there is something you love, it will cost countless. There are also women's. It is inevitable to compare, others have it, how can my Emei disciple not have it?"

Bei Jinyi's face was flushed, and she couldn't speak.

Song Qingshu asserted: "Women already spend more money than men. The monthly schedule has to be increased!"

Bei Jinyi: "Huh?"

18

Song Qingshu sat upright in the main hall, reviewing himself: "All the disciples are in such a difficult situation, it is because I am incompetent."

The disciples of Emei have always lived like this, and they are all at a loss.

Song Qingshu announced: "Starting from this month, the monthly quota for disciples will be increased. Low-level disciples will receive three taels of silver per month, mid-level disciples will receive four taels of silver per month, and high-ranking disciples will receive five taels of silver per month."

The big pie was about to fall, all the disciples were dazed and cheered in unison: "The master is wise!"

Only Jingxuan was eager to stop him: "You have to eat enough food, please think twice!"

Song Qingshu put on an attitude of humbly asking for advice: "Song thinks that reducing expenditure is worse than increasing income. Shu brocade is splendid, and my Emei disciple is a master of needlework, why not make a profit from business?"

Only then did Jingxuan recall how Wudang started its business back then, and there was nothing else to say.

Song Qingshu swept his eyes away, and said with a smile: "I would like to ask Ding Minjun, Li Mingxia, and Jinghui, three uncles, to help me accomplish this."

19

Ding Minjun's face sank like water: "Song Qingshu, I knew you would not let me go!"

Song Qingshu: "?"

Ding Minjun eloquently said: "Emei's general affairs are heavy, if I am distracted, how can I improve my martial arts?"

Song Qingshu said with emotion: "You have been in the Emei Gate for more than ten years. If you can beat the crowd, you should have stood out by now."

Ding Minjun's old face turned red and black again: "Song Qingshu, you remember that I disgraced you in Shaolin back then. Ghost tricks made me lose face among all the juniors. Do you think I don't know?"

Song Qingshu thought blankly: "What else is there?... I really can't remember it."

Ding Minjun: "..."

Song Qingshu sighed softly: "Everyone's talent is different, and it's useless to force martial arts. It's about accounting, buying low and selling high, with countless clues. You have to find a fine person. Jingxuan is not good at this way, Bei Jinyi has a tender face and a soft mouth. Only Martial Uncle Ding can take on this important task. What's more, Martial Uncle Ding is nearing the flowering stage, so if you get in touch with foreign men, you can find a good husband."

Ding Minjun's face was like a red cloth, and he didn't say a word.

Song Qingshu comforted him with a smile again: "If Uncle Ding is concerned about the school and has other plans, then just treat me as a talker. All in all, no matter what Uncle Ding chooses, he will always be my Emei disciple."

Ding Minjun hesitated for a while, and finally said angrily: "In your heart, I am so shameless?"

Song Qingshu shook his head frankly: "Uncle Ding, my disciple of Emei, is a rare and sensible person. Therefore, he can discuss everything calmly and make plans early."

Ding Minjun had nothing to say, he covered his face in shame and ran out.Although she is a vulgar person, she is also vulgarly cute.

Song Qingshu smiled indifferently behind her: The new dynasty was just established and the population is insufficient. Instead of detaining the disciples in Emei to read scriptures until they grow old, it is better to let them out to reproduce and enjoy the family relationship.

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In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and the head of the beggar gang went to Emei to pick up his nephew and teacher back to Wudang.

Song Qingshu flew towards Mo Shenggu with a smile like a flower, throwing himself into his arms like a milk swallow.

Emei female disciple: "Meow meow?"

Is it the wrong way for me to open it?Or is the master's style of painting wrong?My boss can't be this cute!

The head of the sect whipped his horse and left, and many disciples returned home to visit their relatives. The huge Mount Emei was suddenly deserted.Before the head left, he arranged to be on duty for defense, but after a long time, it was inevitable that he would slack off.

In the middle of the night, some thieves trespassed into the Emei Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.The disciples of Emei were caught off guard and could not attack for a long time.

The villain laughed wildly: "The Emei sect has gained a false reputation! And hand over the Nine Yin Scriptures!"

Fortunately, Song Qingshu descended from the sky, his face was as cold as frost and his voice was as heavy as iron: "Why don't you come and find me?"

Song Qingshu's number one in the world is by no means in vain.All the disciples in Emei saw his hair band fluttering and his clothes fluttering, and the villain had already been whipped to the ground and his face was full of peach blossoms.

The villain vomited blood and fell to the ground, with a look of grief and indignation: "You don't even draw your sword!"

Song Qingshu stood with his hands behind his back, with a disdainful attitude: "You are not worthy."

The Emei female disciple held her big face in her hands, with a dreamy look: "It's so beautiful to fling the cloak!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly: "Why are you slack on duty?"

Emei female disciple: "!" The master is still the master.

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Li Shanchang, Minister of Dali Temple, heard the news and said, "Marshal, please hand over the thief to Dali Temple for execution."

Song Qingshu blushed: I almost forgot that I am still the Grand Marshal of the World.But he replied, "It's about Jianghu, it's about Jianghu."

Li Shanchang frowned: "The people in the rivers and lakes are also the people of the new dynasty."

Song Qingshu asked, "What is the crime of the thief?"

Li Shanchang replied: "According to the law, ten years of punishment."

Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "Do you know that once the Nine Yin Manual is stolen, there will be no peace in the world?"

Song Qingshu said decisively: "Let the tiger go back to the mountain, this example cannot be opened!"

Li Shanchang was naturally dissatisfied: "The law is majestic and cannot be invaded by size. The meritorious service is as high as a marshal, and he has no right to lynch for crimes."

Song Qingshu suddenly smiled: "Prime Minister Zhang is trying to set rules against me? Chaotang's meddling in Jianghu affairs is beyond your control as a civil servant. Let Zhang Wuji come and see me in person."

Li Shanchang knew that what Song Qingshu said was right, so he took the order and retreated.But I sighed in my heart: Military merit is the most important thing, and the marshal calls the prime minister like a dog!

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Sure enough, Zhang Wuji came here under his orders, and he opened the case to clarify the meaning: "The rivers and lakes have been hanging outside the court for a long time, and the beginning of disaster."

Song Qingshu lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "People in the Jianghu are free and easy, and they will not be restrained by you."

Zhang Wuji hurriedly praised: "Brother is the leader of the martial arts alliance, the hope of the world!"

Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing: "Wulin leader, isn't he always in Junior Brother Zhang's pocket?"

The so-called leader of the martial arts alliance, the name of the leader is actually a blame, Song Qingshu has always been respectful and insensitive.After the Lion Slaying Conference, people in the martial arts world elected Song Qingshu as the new leader, but Song Qingshu refused to accept it.

Zhang Wuji choked, and secretly scolded himself for being an idiot and exaggerated.

Zhang Wuji sighed softly, sincerely: "Xin Chao is also the hard work of the senior brother, so the senior brother can bear it?"

Song Qingshu's eyes flashed, and he said quietly: "I can hand it over to you, the thief, but I'm afraid the government won't be able to catch it."

Zhang Wuji laughed loudly: "Abandon his martial arts..."

Song Qingshu asked, "In what name?"

Song Qingshu asked again: "If there is an accomplice seeking revenge, may the government deal with it?"

Zhang Wuji's eyes were full of anger: "Set up six gates to govern the affairs of the Jianghu. People with martial arts must be registered in the register. If you know the law and break the law, the crime will be aggravated!"

Song Qingshu shook his head lightly, and said frankly: "Song is the first one who doesn't want to register." There is no benefit, only obligations but no rights, who will play with you?

Zhang Wuji choked again.Song Qingshu's prestige in Wulin is so high that he is unwilling to take the lead in self-discipline, let alone others?

Song Qingshu finally softened his heart: "Junior Brother, I never thought about it. It would be better to block it? If the thief registers with the government, the government can protect his life under the law of the court; but now, he can only let Emei handle it."

Zhang Wuji's face was gloomy: "I'm afraid the sect will become big and lawless!"

Song Qingshu chuckled: "If everyone practices martial arts to strengthen their bodies, and the disciples and teachers are not on good terms, maybe they should ask the government to uphold justice." Only a small number of people can form a group, and if there are many people, each has its own interests, so it is necessary to ask for justice.

Zhang Wuji pondered for a long while, and let out a long breath. "The future will be very difficult!" All sects and sects regard their own martial arts secret books as the most precious treasures. It is not easy for them to use them to educate the people of the world.

Song Qingshu also sighed: "Who can quickly become a master? Take every step and count."

Zhang Wuji was suddenly enlightened: "A century-old plan has a long way to go." Right now, all the people are martial blind, and all sects and sects come up with basic martial arts to help eradicate illiteracy, which is not a serious injury.In the future, it is already the general trend to teach postdoctoral fellows of Jiuyin Jiuyang Quanmin, and no one can stop it.

Zhang Wuji asked with a smile: "Since this matter is my brother's plan, I hope my brother will help me in the future."

Seeing his unpredictable smile, Song Qingshu felt awe-inspiring.Zhang Wuji has always been headstrong in governing the country, why is he so talkative today?

Song Qingshu sighed helplessly: "If the Prime Minister has any other plans, let's talk about them together. While everyone still remembers some of Song's achievements, maybe we can do our best."

The blood on Zhang Wuji's face faded, and he said after a long time, "Wuji has been immersed in the scheming field for too long, Senior Brother Haihan."

What can Song Qingshu do?He could only whisper softly: "Take care!"

Zhang Wuji remained silent, stood up and bowed in thanks.

Song Qingshu accepted it calmly.

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The female disciple of Emei suddenly lit up her costume design skills after the head of the sect fought with the thieves.

Straight gown, drape, cloak, cloak...

Cotton, hemp, yarn, silk, silk, brocade...

Plain color, brocade, printing and dyeing, bright embroidery, dark embroidery...

White clothes cover the silver outer shirt, and the black clothes cover the crimson dark clothes...

The auspicious cloud pattern must be embroidered with gold and silver two-color silk thread, and the swastika pattern must be embroidered in blue and blue...

Song Qingshu was at a loss and was very confused: "I am a man, what do I need all these clothes for?"

Emei's female disciples all pursed their lips and smiled slightly: "How can you be rude to the head of Emei's sect?"

How can a stinky man understand the fun of changing clothes for a beloved doll?

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From winter to spring, Zhang Wuji sent hero posts to Emei in the name of the imperial court.

On February [-]nd, the dragon raised its head, and the martial arts conference was at that time.

Song Qingshu wears a frost-colored straight body with a crow-green long belt and a black ink cloak.

A person is like a beautiful jade, with a slender waist like a girdle, fluttering like a fairy, and overwhelming the crowd.

How to unify the basic teaching materials and teach martial arts to the common people;Various sects and factions discussed it for seven or eight days, but no conclusion was reached.

Song Qingshu changed [-] or [-] sets of clothes in a row, and none of them was repeated.

Young heroes who came to play soy sauce with mixed qualifications: "I don't care what martial arts are produced by each sect and sect, I only care about what the head of Song will wear tomorrow!"

The heroine A who came to make soy sauce with mixed qualifications: "I heard that the head of Song is not married yet!"

Heroine B who came to play soy sauce with mixed qualifications: "The Emei faction really lives up to its reputation, everyone is like a wolf like a tiger, I'm afraid that the head of their family will be snatched away by some wild goblin!"

The heroine C who came to play soy sauce with mixed qualifications: "I don't know what are the requirements for entering the Emei sect?"

25

The first National Congress of Martial Artists had no real results.

Only a few sects have seen the martial arts of Emei disciples so advanced, and asked Song Qingshu for advice on revising the essence of martial arts.

However, after this year and next year, the lack of progress in the first martial arts conference does not mean that there will be no second one.The new dynasty has just been built, and a thousand wastes are waiting to be rejuvenated. Everything is high-spirited and forging ahead.

The one who benefited the most from this martial arts conference should be the Emei Sect.

Many elders of martial arts seemed to intentionally send their palm beads to the Emei sect.

Ding Minjun also received the order softly, and made a decision on the spot: more new clothes for the head maker!

Since then, the Emei brand has opened up the situation, and it has been proud of the rivers and lakes.

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Time flies like water, two years in the blink of an eye.

Bei Jinyi was still unable to enter the ranks of high-ranking disciples, and forced herself to practice hard until she fell ill.After all, everyone has different talents. Even if compulsory education is fully covered, everyone cannot be 985.

Song Qingshu accompanied Bei Jinyi to sit idle in Qingyin Pavilion. "Gou Rixin, day by day, and day by day. Uncle Bei, the most important thing in a person's life is not to beat others, but to beat himself."

Pui Jinyi burst into tears and just shook her head: "The master treats me with concern everywhere, Jin Yi has high hopes for the master."

Song Qingshu spoke in a calm voice: "There are hundreds of Emei disciples, two out of ten are excellent, and one out of a hundred is the best. In two years, those Emei disciples who are difficult to reach the top will be sent home one by one."

Song Qingshu expressed sincerity: "Uncle Bei, it's not that Qingshu is cruel. It's that Qingshu really doesn't want someone to end his own way for a hopeless goal."

Bei Jinyi was in a panic: "What else can I do?"

Song Qingshu smiled softly and said, "There is no rush for this matter, Mr. Bei can think about it carefully. No matter what path Mr. Bei wants to take in the future, Qingshu will be smashed to pieces, and he will make your wish come true!"

27

Bei Jinyi tossed and turned with so much preoccupation, she simply ran to the back mountain to seek advice from the master.

Unexpectedly, the head of the house was watching the moon on the roof with Mo Shenggu.

Ever since Song Qingshu took over as head of Emei, Chief Mo came to visit his nephew every three days.Emei was used to seeing him from top to bottom, and didn't care if he went or stayed.

Bei Jinyi felt that it was inconvenient to disturb her and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a sob from the master.

I saw Mo Shenggu put the headmaster who was wearing a middle coat on his knees, and wrapped him in a silver-gray fox fur, calling out his name: "Qingshu, Qingshu..."

The head of the sect didn't know why he was unhappy, he snuggled into the arms of Chief Mo, hugged Chief Mo's neck, shook his head and cried, tears rolled down his face.

Leader Mo smiled, picked up the wine jar and poured the leader a drink.

The wine was dripping down, sliding down the delicate chin of the master, over the neck, and sinking into the depth of the collar.

In this situation, Bei Jinyi frowned slightly unconsciously, with an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

All along, the head of the sect has been as tyrannical as a mountain, as flexible as water, as sharp as a sword, and as domineering as a knife.But he didn't know that the head of the sect could also be as delicate and beautiful as a stamen.

Bei Jinyi: Huh?Jiao, Jiao... Yan?

28

As Emei clothing became more and more famous, Zhang Wuji came to promote his new invention.

Song Qingshu was full of doubts: "Emerald flower spinning machine? Green willow... red flower... emerald flower?"

Zhang Wuji snorted coldly in dissatisfaction: "It's far-fetched."

Song Qingshu put on the posture of a big brother, and said earnestly: "Grand Master loves you deeply, and is waiting to hug your great-grandson."

Zhang Wuji rolled his eyes at him: "Are you laughing at fifty steps instead of one hundred?" At least I still have a wife, you single dog said "beep" to me!

Song Qingshu was wronged and Mo Bai was speechless, so he had to cover his face with wine.

Bei Jinyi brought Wu Jingshu, the little girl hugged Song Qingshu's leg and said in a milky voice, "Master, hurry up and accompany Jingshu to write!"

Zhang Wuji: "!" What rhythm is this?

Song Qingshu got used to it naturally, leaned over and hugged the girl in his arms, holding her little hand with every stroke.

Seeing his smile like spring breeze and love like spring water, Zhang Wuji shuddered and hurriedly said his goodbyes and left.

Zhang Wuji: Although the warm man is good, he is too much like Hu Shubao!It's no wonder that after being the head of Emei for three years, there is no scandal at all, it's really boring!

29

Song Qingshu sat in the main hall again: "Although the spinning machine can improve work efficiency, many workers will lose their jobs."

Ding Minjun responded quickly: "Then find another way out for them, there is absolutely no reason to give up eating because of choking."

All the disciples in Emei nodded their heads in praise.

Song Qingshu smiled: "This matter will be arranged by Uncle Ding."

Ding Minjun sneered: "I will marry Wang Mao, a cloth merchant in central Sichuan, next month. The Wang family has an old mother like a tiger, so you are not afraid of my elbows turning away?"

Song Qingshu's smile continued: "Even if he is married, Uncle Ding is still a disciple of Emei, why should he confine himself to the backyard?"

Ding Minjun couldn't help muttering: "Get married and follow your husband..."

Song Qingshu said lightly: "My Emei disciples don't have such rules!"

Song Qingshu swept across the hall: "Emei is united and will always protect you."

All the disciples of Emei nodded in unison.

Ding Minjun was stunned for a moment, and then he was radiant and full of ambition again.

Zhao Lingzhu joked: "Two tigers are fighting each other, poor Wang Mao!"

Ding Minjun shrieked in embarrassment: "What a daring brat, senior sister, see if I don't tear your mouth!"

Bei Jinyi's eyes fluttered, looking at her fellow disciples who were as close as sisters, and then at the calm and gentle head of the sect, she suddenly understood the way to go in the future.

30

This year's competition, one more person has entered the ranks of high-level disciples.

Song Qingshu glanced at the roster sent by Zhao Lingzhu, and wondered: "It's actually a male disciple?"

Zhao Lingzhu's tone was flat and natural: "Since I am a talent in Emei, how can I distinguish between men and women?"

Song Qingshu nodded, stood up and smiled: "Martial Uncle Zhao has no opponent for three years, would you like to compete with me?"

The disciples of Emei seemed to have a feeling, and they gathered in the martial arts hall.

Zhao Lingzhu fought Song Qingshu with a sword, and lost with two hundred moves.

"Very good!" Song Qingshu smiled with his hands behind his back, and threw the Yitian Sword to Zhao Lingzhu.

Zhao Lingzhu knelt down with her sword in her hand, shook her head and cried, "Master!"

All the disciples of Emei fell to their knees together and shouted in unison: "Master!"

Nothing lasts forever.

On the ninth day of September, Emei announced to the martial arts world: Song Qingshu passed on the position of head of Emei to Zhao Lingzhu.

31

In October, Mo Shenggu accompanied his nephew back to Wudang.

The disciples of Emei were reluctant to part and sent them off with tears: "No matter the ends of the earth, the alternation of the sun and the moon, the head of the sect will always be the master of Emei!"

Mo Shenggu joked with a smile: "Emei is beautiful, but Wudang is not as good."

Song Qingshu holds Mo Shenggu in his hand, and his words are affectionate: "This place of peace of mind is my hometown."