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

It was the end of May when Song Qingshu and Yin Liting returned to Wudang, and when the two entered the Zhenwu Hall, the Wudang disciples' martial arts performance after morning classes had not yet ended.Ye Qingquan, who was practicing boxing in the main hall, jumped up when he saw Song Qingshu, screaming and jumping excitedly: "Senior Brother Song, I got third in this year's boxing exam! Master can't say five years, among the three generations of Wudang disciples No one is my opponent!" Song Qingshu bent down and habitually wanted to reach out to hug him, but Ye Qingquan was unwilling to dodge and dodge, so he blushed and said: "Senior Brother Song, I'm already grown up! "

Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing, that child who always followed him no matter where he went back then was 12 years old in a blink of an eye, and he would be shy when holding him, so he retracted his arms and bent his knuckles and tapped Ye Qingquan's forehead gently. "Since this is the case, you must put your heart into practicing boxing on weekdays, and don't waste your talent! Who is the best in the swordsmanship examination school?"

"Senior Brother Feng!" Speaking of Feng Mozhi's swordsmanship leader in this exam, Ye Qingquan's face was full of displeasure. "Senior brother Tang got the second place this year. Master said that next year there will be a tough battle between them."

"Senior brother Fang is the winner this year, and senior brother Chang is the best at lightness kung fu." Feng Mozhi also walked over at this time, not caring about Ye Qingquan's expression of obviously waiting for a good show, but only looked at Song Qingshu and said, "Since senior brother Song no longer Taking part in the examination, everyone has hope for the first seat. But I don't know when Mozhi will be lucky enough to compete with Senior Brother Song?"

Ye Qingquan curled his lips in disdain when he heard Feng Mozhi mention the word "first seat". Although he was a late learner, he also knew that Brother Song, the first seat of the three generations, had the best swordsmanship, boxing skills, and lightness kung fu.Now there are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains to call themselves kings, and Feng Mozhi can be regarded as the "first".However, before he could sarcastically speak, Song Qingshu pushed the top of his head and drove him behind him, and declined with a smile: "You know I'm not angry enough."

Feng Mozhi ignored him. "I still believe what Brother Song said five years ago. Five years later... if you haven't improved, you are not qualified to be our senior brother!" Since Song Qingshu began to practice martial arts with Zhang Sanfeng five years ago, everyone has never See him show off his martial arts in front of people.To be honest, everyone is very curious as to how advanced his martial arts is now under the guidance of his father.As a result, there was no one to dissuade Feng Mozhi, only to hear him add that he must win: "If I can't defeat you, my reputation as the number one swordsman will be in vain after all."

Even Ye Qingquan, who was driven behind by Song Qingshu, turned his back at this time, shouting excitedly: "Senior Brother Song! Beat him! Beat him!"

Song Qingshu didn't say much, just looked at Feng Mozhi and couldn't help smiling bitterly. Although he no longer participated in the annual school examinations these years, and often practiced alone, he has been studying with Feng Mozhi about their Feng family's home. Passing on the sword technique, trying to complete this set of lost sword techniques and formulas.Feng Mozhi knew exactly how his sword skills were, and he mentioned the competition just to help him establish his prestige among his juniors, to prove that he is still the leader of the three generations of Wudang, and no one can replace him.It's a pity that Song Qingshu himself has no interest in this. If he remembers correctly, this year is the time for the six major factions to besiege Guangmingding and eradicate Mingjiao. He is about to be born, and he is also the third generation disciple of Wudang, so what is Song Qingshu?The name of the head of the three generations of Wudang is just another joke on this joke, and it is not worth the sacrifice of his good brother for it.

Fortunately, Yin Liting, who hadn't gone far, saw the reluctance of his nephew, and shouted outside the crowd: "Qing Shu, hurry up! Don't let Grand Master wait for you!"

Song Qingshu smiled brightly at Feng Mozhi as if hearing the sound of nature, "The future will be long, Junior Brother Feng!" He parted the crowd and walked towards Zixiao Hall.

Song Yuanqiao frowned after reporting the trip to Dadu to grand master, father and several uncles. "In this way, I'm afraid that Lu Fangde will not accept this deal. Qingshu, Dad said that Xiaojiangyuan sold 1000 taels of gold a catty, and you are too big! Your shipping business has been going smoothly these years, and you are not It means that you have the ability to survive the muddy waters of Yuan Ting."

At the beginning Song Qingshu proposed to sell Xiaojiang Garden to the Yuan court at a high price in exchange for gold and silver, but Song Yuanqiao objected to this price, and it was the result of all the teachers and uncles talking about it to be able to bring tea to see Lu Fangde in Dadu.Song Qingshu comforted Song Yuanqiao with a light smile and said, "Dad, don't worry, this little Jiangyuan will definitely not fail to sell. These days, Uncle Six and I are mostly inquiring about the news, and the Seventh Prince who Lu Fangde worked for is serving as Shaoqing in Taipu Temple. If you can’t afford it, you can trade it with horses. I heard that the Emperor Dayuan loved tea very much. Xiaojiangyuan Tianxia Yipin can’t sell ten catties a year. He traded it with horses, and then offered it to the emperor to invite favors. Lu Fangde will not settle this account, but the Seventh Prince will definitely."

As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, everyone's eyes lit up. These years, the Red Scarf Army was suffering from the lack of war horses when they fought against the Yuan people.Mo Shenggu had a great friendship with Liu Futong, the leader of the Red Turban Army, and was entrusted by him to buy war horses from the Semu people.It's just that war horses are born delicate, unbearable to the bumpy sea road and time-consuming and expensive, so the effect is not obvious.If Qingshu can really negotiate this deal and buy a horse from Yuan Ting, it can be said that he will kill two birds with one stone.Yin Liting felt weird and couldn't help asking: "Qing Shu, since you have already made a decision, why didn't you mention it when you met Lu Fangde this time?"

Song Qingshu looked at Yin Liting amusedly, as expected, except for him, all the disciples of Wudang sect were modest and gentlemen with no intentions. "Sixth Uncle, if you let your opponent see through the cards from the very beginning of the business, it will be useless!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone laughed, Zhang Sanfeng smiled and stroked his long beard to persuade Song Yuanqiao: "Yuanqiao, as the saying goes, blue is better than blue, so you can let the green book toss you in this business business!"

Song Yuanqiao shook his head helplessly and stopped talking.The so-called no agriculture, no stability, no business, no wealth, now the Wudang faction will definitely not be able to support so many people just by farming the land.Although he was worried that Aizi would get too much stench of copper from his frequent dealings with merchants, he also understood that only Qingshu, with his exquisite heart, could support such a big business in Wudang. You can't use it as pants.

Seeing that Song Yuanqiao was no longer critical, Zhang Sanfeng brought up the second matter. "Since the matter of buying and selling is urgent, let's put it aside for now. As a teacher, I have received a letter from Shaolin Temple Abbot Kongwen. It is scheduled to hold a martial arts conference in Shaolin on the tenth day of next month to discuss the matter of besieging Guangmingding and eradicating Mingjiao!"

"The Red Scarf Army is already in conflict with the Yuan court. Shaolin is going to besiege Guangmingding at this time. I don't know whether they regard themselves as Han people or Mongolians!" Song Qingshu frowned impatiently and muttered in a low voice. The Red Scarf Army started from the White Lotus Sect, and the White Lotus Sect is a branch of the Ming Sect, which is well known throughout the world.The Ming Cult was under siege, how could the White Lotus Sect ignore it?

Zhang Sanfeng is not happy to bring up this topic of Wudang heroes, but the orthodox martial arts has always followed Shaolin, the Ming Cult has not decided on a leader for a long time since Yang Ding Tianyang's leader died, and it is true that no one among the disciples restrains them from doing anything wrong and harming the martial arts.Shaolin called on the heroes to besiege Guangmingding in the name of safeguarding the justice of Wulin. Although Wudang knew that the timing was wrong, he couldn't say anything wrong.Now I hear Qingshu complaining that although he feels sorry for him, Song Yuanqiao still reprimands him for the sake of righteous brotherhood: "Qingshu, be careful! Eliminating demons and defending Dao is the duty of chivalrous people of my generation, but it is something that cannot be done. How can I not wait for it?"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly with a face full of disdain, turned his head to the side and stopped talking.

Yu Lianzhou pondered for a moment, but then suddenly said: "Mingjiao has grievances and grievances with all sects and sects, and the siege of Guangmingding is almost inevitable. For the current plan, I only want peace of mind. I can only do my best to plan for success or failure." .It’s just that it’s not easy for me in Wudang to raise disciples. It’s better to let me wait to besiege Guangmingding this time. The second and third generations of disciples under the sect have not learned their skills well, and if they go there, they will just die.”

"Daddy, I'm going!" Song Qingshu hurriedly raised his voice when he heard the words, the danger of besieging Guangmingding lies not with the Mingjiao, but with the imperial court. If he doesn't go, how can he avoid being poisoned by the Ruyang Palace?

Song Yuanqiao glared at him, and said in a deep voice: "You are a senior brother, even if no one else is going, you must go!" Although Song Yuanqiao loves his son, he also understands the responsibility of being a senior senior brother, how to make his son evade responsibility.Hearing that Song Qingshu took the initiative to invite Ying, he felt even more comforted.

Several disciples were stable and capable, and Zhang Sanfeng was also happy to be the shopkeeper. He only said softly to Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu: "Next month's martial arts conference, Shenggu, you and Qingshu will go together." The proposal this time has scratched the itch of the major sects, and the matter of besieging Guangmingding has no turning point. If so, there is no difference between sending Yuanqiao and sending Shenggu to the martial arts conference.On the other hand, his little disciple Sun Qingshu was born with cleverness, full of wit and wisdom, and also has a clear eye and a bright heart to understand the world. If he can remind the major factions at the martial arts conference, it will be considered a great achievement not to make people lose their lives.

Song Qingshu, who was favored by Zhang Sanfeng, really understood his intentions very well, he knew it as soon as he turned his eyes, and now he and Mo Shenggu took orders in a solemn voice without any complaints.

After a month of discussion for the martial arts conference, Song Qingshu took time to visit Aunt Six again.It has been more than two years since Miss Cheng married Yin Liting, and the couple's harmony and harmony are really enviable to others.Now Mrs. Yin is four months pregnant, and her husband has been away for more than a month, so she always asks.

Song Qingshu is familiar with this kind of tipping and reporting. Ever since Uncle Six got married, every time he went out, Aunt Six always asked Song Qingshu to ask questions under the banner of caring for her husband. Yin Liting did it again outside. A hero saving the beauty?This kind of deed between Song Qingshu and Mrs. Yin is well known to the Grand Master and all the heroes of Wudang, but Yin Liting himself is kept in the dark.Song Qingshu thought that with the pure and persistent nature of Sixth Uncle, Sixth Aunt would never need to worry that Sixth Uncle would bring her back a good sister because of his heroic act of saving the beauty.It's a pity that a woman's heart is broken. Song Qingshu didn't see through Zhou Zhiruo in his previous life, and he also couldn't see through Mrs. Yin in this life.As gentle and considerate as Mrs. Yin can be in front of her husband, she can be as sensitive and sharp as a jealous woman in front of him!Now Mrs. Yin is pregnant with Liujia, the only thing Song Qingshu can do is to be more honest. "The sixth uncle and nephew went to see the tea merchant Lu Fangde, and Lu Fangde belonged to the Seventh Prince of the Yuan court..."

"Get to the point!" Mrs. Yin interrupted him impatiently, tapping her knuckles on the table.

"Yes!" Song Qingshu lowered his eyebrows and looked down, and immediately jumped the topic to the important plot. "That day when my sixth uncle and I went to inspect Yuan Ting's racecourse, we happened to meet Lu Fangde's only daughter returning home from an outing. Her carriage accidentally got stuck on the edge of a cliff, and it was my sixth uncle who rescued her."

"Why didn't you make the move?" Mrs. Yin couldn't help raising an eyebrow when she heard the words.

Song Qingshu observed his nose, nose, and heart, and said sincerely: "Uncle Six's lightness kung fu is far superior to that of my nephew."

Madam Yin smiled complacently and reached out to caress her slightly protruding belly, then asked in a cold voice: "Is she beautiful?"

"It's so different from Aunt Six, it's too rough to sweep outside Aunt Six's door!" Song Qingshu's expression was calm and indifferent. This understatement but extremely mean words made it impossible for people to imagine that they could come from his class. The mouth of a handsome and elegant young man.

Madam Yin's eyebrows relaxed slightly. "Didn't she go beyond the rules when she met your sixth uncle?"

Song Qingshu wished he could look up to the sky and sigh, woman!If the women next to her ignore their husbands, she will be angry and scold those women for being blind; on the contrary, if she has a little heart for spring, she will also be angry, thinking that they are shameless.He silently took out a sachet from his pocket and put it on the table. "This sachet was originally asked by Ms. Lu to pass on to Uncle Six to thank him for saving his life. My nephew thought that since Uncle Six is ​​married, Aunt Six should handle this matter. Uncle Six doesn't know Miss Lu's feelings at all. rest assured!"

"That stupid goose!" Mrs. Yin reproached gently and sweetly, then picked up the scissors and smashed the sachet to pieces.While twisting, he raised his eyebrows and praised Song Qingshu: "Nephew Qingshu, my father and I have always thought that you are the only smart person in Wudang!"

Song Qingshu didn't get any favors, he just replied obediently: "It's all thanks to Sixth Aunt's good teaching!"

Madam Yin half-covered her lips and smiled coquettishly, and said slowly: "It's really knowledgeable and interesting! In the future, I don't know which good girl from a family will have such a blessing to marry you as a wife?" Song Qingshu just bowed and took a step back without saying a word.Mrs. Yin didn't care about Song Qingshu's lack of interest in the relationship between men and women, so she took out a letter and handed it to him. "I need to trouble you to deliver this letter to your half-mother-in-law for me!"

Song Qingshu's brows twitched, Mrs. Yi and Mrs. Yi, what half-mother?If other people don't know that he has learned the Jinghong sword technique from Yi Tianhai, they must doubt his father's reputation! "What did Aunt Six say? It is my nephew's blessing to be able to serve Aunt Six. This letter must be handed over to Mrs. Yi as soon as possible." The word "Mrs. Yi" was deliberately emphasized, "Nephew resigns! "If all women in the world are like Aunt Six and Mrs. Yi, being a Taoist priest would be a pleasure!

"Go!" Mrs. Yin waved Song Qingshu out of the house casually, obviously she was extremely proficient at crossing rivers and demolishing bridges.

As soon as Song Qingshu exited the courtyard, he saw Mo Shenggu with a dark face looking at him with contempt. "Fawning! Villain!"

Song Qing did not change his face in writing, and said straightforwardly: "Seventh Uncle, the so-called one who understands current affairs is a hero. Sixth Uncle and Sixth Aunt, of course I would rather offend Sixth Uncle than Sixth Aunt!"

Mo Shenggu was choked by Song Qingshu's shameless words and deeds, remembering that not long ago he reminded the sixth brother to revive his husband to discipline his wife, and the sixth brother was speechless for a while with a bewildered expression.Could it be that this is the so-called happiness of ignorance?woman!Terrible woman!

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Schematic diagram of Wudang food chain:

Zhang Sanfeng

Song Yuanqiao Yu Lianzhou Yu Daiyan Zhang Songxi Mrs. Yin

Mo Shenggu

Song Qingshu

Yin Liting