Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

For a time, all the sects sent people to chase Song Qingshu in the direction he left before.

The people from Tianying Sect and Wudang had strange expressions on their faces.

King Yin Ye glanced at Qi Mu: "Go ahead."

"Explain the situation clearly."

"Send it to all the major sects. Who knows what they will say."

"Okay." Qi Mu thought about it and was right, this matter was too troublesome.

He was not worried that Song Qingshu would not be a match for Zeng.

When it comes to means, he has never seen anyone who knows as much as Song Qingshu.

"Everyone, everyone, I'm going, I'm going!!" Qi Mu jumped down and shouted to the various sects.

"I know where it is."

When the various sects saw what Qi Mu said, they all stopped.

They did not doubt that Qi Mu would not let Song Qingshu come. Song Qingshu had promised to do such a big thing before and would not go back on it.

Qi Mu quickly ran towards the distance.

Not long after, he found Song Qingshu at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, Song Qingshu and Yin Li were leaning leisurely on the big tree, while Yin Liuxia was in a daze not far away.

"Young Master, Miss." Qi Mu shouted to the two of them after finding Song Qingshu.

"How's it going over there?" Yin Li looked at Qi Mu and asked quickly.

Qi Mu was slightly startled, what did the lady mean by this?

Does the lady know?

But this is wrong.

"I have a question for you." Yin Li said dissatisfiedly.

Qi Mu didn't think much and told everything about that.

He looked at Song Qingshu and said.

"Sir, everyone is counting on you now."

Yin Li looked shocked: "Brother, brother Wuji is so powerful?"

"He beat me better than the old nun."

She never expected that Zhang Wuji was so powerful. This was incredible. How old Zhang Wuji was.

"Brother Wuji?" Qi Mu was surprised.

"That person is...Zhang Wuji?"

"Isn't Young Master Wuji... dead?"

"Bah, bah, bah, you're dead." Yin Li glared at Qi Mu.

Qi Mu was embarrassed for a while. He was confused now and didn't understand at all.

"There's a lot of trouble." Song Qingshu sighed: "Wait a minute."

"I'll take Uncle Six back."

He stood up and walked towards Yin Liting, who was not far away.

Yin Liting had no idea that someone was coming, and there was no light in his eyes.

"Uncle Six, go back." Song Qingshu called Yin Liting.

Only then did Yin Liting come back to his senses: "Qingshu."

"No."

"I want to be alone."

"You go."

Seeing Uncle Liu like this, Song Qingshu was silent for a while, then directly tapped his acupuncture points, fell asleep, and held him in his hands.

In the distance, Qi Mu and Yin Li were stunned.

this……

Direct acupuncture, is it necessary?

"Sir, I'm coming." Qi Mu quickly ran over and picked up Yin Liting.

No matter what, Song Qingshu has his own reasons for doing things.

"Sir, shall we go back now?"

Song Qingshu nodded: "Let's go."

"I said I would take action before, how could I go back on my word?"

Yin Li and Qi Mu followed Song Qingshu and looked at each other.

Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji start a fight?

How to fight this...?

Putting aside the issue of strength, there is no way to fight in this relationship.

"Brother..." Yin Li called from behind.

"I know it well." Song Qingshu turned his back to the two of them and waved his hand.

Yin Li didn't say much when he saw this, but he was just a little worried.

The same goes for Saiki.

In the square.

At this time, all the five major sects have been defeated. Zhang Wuji was stabbed by the Yitian Sword because of Zhou Zhiruo's relationship, and he was recovering from his injuries.

Master Miejie’s expression was extremely ugly.

This boy named Zeng is countless times stronger than before.

What happened?

Before, she wasn't sure who was better between Song Qingshu and the boy named Zeng.

But now that Zeng was injured, he was definitely no match for Song Qingshu.

The various sects looked at Zhang Wuji with complicated expressions. No one doubted his strength when one person fought against six sects in turns.

But this man wholeheartedly protects the Ming Cult, hey...

Now that he was injured because of Zhou Zhiruo from the Emei Sect, he was definitely no match for Song Qingshu.

"Little brother, we are very grateful to you. You can just leave." Monk Peng advised.

"Yes, leave." Zhou Dian said helplessly.

"Boy, you are very powerful. If you are not injured, you might be able to try against that boy Song Qingshu."

"But in your current situation, you will die if you go up."

"Shut up!" Leng Qian glared at Zhou Dian.

Zhou Dian cursed: "Bah."

"Did I, Zhou Dian, say something wrong?"

"That's Song Qingshu, do you know? Song Qingshu!"

"Don't talk about this kid, we are not good enough in our heyday."

"How do you want Mr. Zeng to be beaten?"

"This kid is good, but now he's injured."

Everyone in the Ming Cult sighed: "Yes, that's Song Qingshu."

Song Qingshu is a mountain that cannot be climbed, and the White-browed Eagle King is not sure when facing Song Qingshu with the Yitian Sword in his hand.

Brother Zeng, it’s difficult.

"I shouldn't have returned the Yitian Sword before!" Zhou Dian complained.

"Maybe I can try it with Song Qingshu if I have Yitian Sword."

"If you don't return the Yitian Sword, you won't be injured!"

"That old nun is so cruel!"

Hearing this, the others didn't say anything. They were not fools, and they could all tell that Brother Zeng was related to the female disciple of the Emei Sect.

And not shallow.

Yang Xiao, Wu Sanren, and Wei Yixiao looked at each other.

In an instant, everyone understood what Yang Xiao meant.

If there was a problem with Brother Zeng and Song Qingshu, they would take action directly.

Brother Zeng was a great benefactor to Mingjiao, and they could not let Brother Zeng die.

At this time, it fell into calm again, and the eyes of the Mingjiao people were on Zhang Wuji.

People from all major sects are waiting for Song Qingshu.

As long as Song Qingshu comes, the boy named Zeng will die.

Not long after...

In the eyes of everyone, three figures emerged.

Song Qingshu, Yin Li, Qi Mu.

Qi Mu held Yin Liting in his hands.

"Young Master Song!"

"Young Master Song!"

"Miss Yin!"

"Miss Yin!"

"..."

All the major sects took care of me with a smile.

Song Qingshu nodded slightly: "I know everything."

"I'll settle my sixth uncle first."

The various sects did not urge him. Anyway, Zeng was already injured, so Song Qingshu would definitely win if he took action.

Song Qingshu and others came to Wudang.

Song Yuanqiao took Yin Liting from Qi Mu, checked it, and looked at Song Qingshu: "Did you do it?"

Song Qingshu's face showed a trace of helplessness: "There is no way."

"I was planning to follow him all the time, but something happened here."

"Uncle Liu has no light in his eyes. I'm afraid something will happen to him, so I can only do this."

"Father, I have no choice but to do it."

Song Yuanqiao sighed: "It's okay."

"fair enough."

"What are you going to do about Shaoxia Zeng?"

"That young hero has a narrow-minded heart. Maybe what he said is right, but the time is wrong."

"Now the various sects are besieging the Mingjiao, and they cannot stop just because of his few words."

"It's a small matter." Song Qingshu responded: "I can solve it."

"I'm going."

Yu Lianzhou looked at Song Qingshu and said, "Be gentle."

Song Qingshu nodded slightly and walked out towards the square. Yin Li on the side pulled Song Qingshu.

"elder brother……"

"he got hurt?"

Song Qingshu knew that Yin Li was worried: "Let's go up together."

Go ahead and pull Yin Li up together.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Song Qingshu and Yin Li.

"Qingshu..." The White-browed Eagle King looked at Song Qingshu and shouted.

"The child is injured."

Song Qingshu gave his grandfather a reassuring look.

"I know."

"I'm measured."

"Wake up."

The White-Browed Eagle King also knew Song Qingshu's character, so he woke up Zhang Wuji who was recovering from his injuries without saying anything else.

Zhang Wuji knew beforehand that Song Qingshu was coming.

At this moment, he opened his eyes and looked at Song Qingshu in front of him, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Song Qingshu, Zhang Wuji, and Yin Li stood in the square without saying a word.

Song Qingshu's face was calm, while Zhang Wuji's and Yin Li's expressions looked wrong.

"Young Master Song, do you want to take advantage of others' danger?" Monk Peng asked.

Song Qingshu glanced at Monk Peng and said with a smile, "You're recovering well."

"How about you come with him."

Monk Peng's face sank and he did not answer, but continued: "Young Master Song, bullying the injured is not good."

Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders: "It's a bit bad, there's nothing I can do about it."

"In order to let you recover for an hour, I agreed to take action. What do you want me to do?"

"This kid won't admit defeat."

"You know me very well. I have no interest in these things."

Yang Xiao said in a deep voice: "Song Shaoxia, you don't believe what Zeng Shaoxia said is true?"

"Weren't we being attacked by Cheng Kun?"

Song Qingshu looked at Yang Xiao indifferently: "I believe it! So what!"

"Don't you deserve to die?"

"Forcibly abducted Emei sect Ji Xiaofu, imprisoned her, or some other random thing, and then she had a daughter."

"Do you think you deserve to die for this?"

"You, Yang Xiao, are famous all over the world at the age of twenty, and you hold a high position in the Ming Cult. You don't have any woman you want, but you behave like this."

"Are you doing human affairs?"

"If you like Ji Xiaofu, you can go to Emei to rob someone. I don't even look down on you that much. At least you have the guts to do it."

"But you didn't even say anything about what you did. Now that you're forced to do nothing, it's up to Ji Xiaofu's daughter Yang Buhui to admit it!"

"Ji Xiaofu has no reputation, Ji's family has a reputation, and you don't even dare to admit it!"

"If it weren't for Aunt Ji's daughter Yang Buhui, I would pity Yang Buhui and I would have killed you before."

"You deserve to be reasonable with me!"

Yang Xiao looked gloomy and did not respond at all to Song Qingshu's cynicism.

Leng Qian said in a deep voice: "Song Shaoxia, you mean that even if it is true, you think the Mingjiao deserves to die!"

Song Qingshu glanced at Leng Qian: "What do you think?"

"It's just you, Leng Qian, how many people have you killed?"

"If you don't want to talk about anything else, let's talk about Shaolin."

"Did you plan that scene in Shaolin? How many people died?"

"Are you wronged?"

"Have I advised you?"

"You are so powerful and invincible. Are you still invincible now? Now reason with me!"

Leng Qian looked gloomy.

Seeing everyone's gloomy expressions, Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji with a smile.

"Boy, let me tell you what's going on with the Ming Cult."

"What you decide in the end is up to you."

"The two envoys of Mingjiao Xiaoyao are Fan Yao and Yang Xiao."

"I won't talk about Fan Yao. You haven't seen her before. I've told you about Yang Xiao. You can judge for yourself whether it's right or wrong."

"Below are the four protectors, purple, white, gold and green."

"The Purple Dragon King is an internal matter within the Ming Cult. Although it is not honorable, there is nothing to say."

"White-browed Eagle King, my grandpa, I won't comment on it, but now he has branched out into the Ming Cult."

"The rest is the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun...well, the one who grabbed the dragon-slaying knife."

"It's actually okay to grab the dragon-slaying knife. After all, everyone is grabbing it, but he killed many people for no reason before."

Zhang Wuji said solemnly: "He was harmed by Cheng Kun in order to find Cheng Kun."

Song Qingshu smiled disdainfully: "So, Xie Xun is right?"

"Then I, Wudang, have had a hard time looking for Ji Xiaofu and Yang Xiaoke all these years."

"Not to mention anything else, my sixth uncle has been looking for him for more than ten years."

"Is Wudang allowed to kill people from the Ming Cult whenever we see them? Keep killing them. If Yang Xiao avoids us, keep killing them."

"And we're not wrong?"

"Is this true?"

"Is it right?"

Zhang Wuji remained silent.

Song Qingshu continued: "Wei Yixiao, the last blue-winged bat king, went crazy in his cultivation and lived by sucking human blood."

"I won't talk about what happened this time. The six sects besieged Guangmingding. It was originally a matter of life and death."

"Killing him is no different than sucking his blood. At most, the method is a little excessive."

"But what about before?"

"How was he alive before? According to his blood-sucking frequency, you can think about how many people have died in these years."

Zhang Wuji was shocked, but remained silent.

"Do you agree? Vampire bat." Song Qingshu glanced at Wei Yixiao.

"Yes!" Wei Yixiao did not deny it.

"Where are the Wusanren?" Zhang Wuji said solemnly.

Song Qingshu smiled: "Wu San people."

"Zhou Dian, I won't talk about Monk Peng. After all, he saved my life, so I can't say it too badly."

"Anyway, a lot of people were killed. As for the reason, I don't know. People are always dead in Jianghu."

"Anyway, they have never done anything to bully the younger generations. The rules are still there."

"Leng Qian, Zhang Zhong, I can't say, I have few contacts, most of them are from the Sky Eagle Sect."

"The Wusan people are relatively busy. They are rebelling and running around everywhere, which is a lot of danger."

"If it weren't for their raid on Shaolin, the major sects wouldn't have pursued them so hard."

As he said that, he looked at the various sects.

"Seniors, do you think what I said is pertinent?"

The various sects nodded. Song Qingshu's words were very pertinent. The world is full of dead people and friction.

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji: "Below is the Five Elements Flag."

"The senior management of Five Elements Banner is actually pretty good. I have more contact with them."

"Most of the people in Five Elements Banner are wanted criminals in Yuanshi. Of course, many of them below are not good people either."

"The Sky Eagle Sect has killed not one thousand but eight hundred over the years, just a lot more."

"This is roughly the situation of Mingjiao."

"understand?"

Zhang Wuji's deep voice sounded: "I understand."

Song Qingshu said: "Can you still save me?"

At this moment, everyone looked at Zhang Wuji.

They all knew that Song Qingshu said so much to tell Zhang Wuji about the situation of the Ming Cult.

I don’t want Zhang Wuji to be deceived or deceived.