Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

"It looks like I guessed it right."

After Song Qingshu met with Canghai Mingmu and the four others, his suspicions were verified.

It was the arrangement of the four men from Canghai Mingmu that Cheng Kun led a team to attack Wudang, and they made it clear that they could not kill, only injure.

"The five major sects were captured?"

"Is the world going to be in chaos?"

Song Qingshu leaned against a big tree, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

Capture the five sects alive, and Canghai Mingmu's four masters are here to protect them.

In the beginning, Bagu Cang might have been alone, but after seeing his own strength, he called three people.

But no matter what, this shows that the people behind Yuanshi knew about this operation.

On the contrary, Zhongyuan does not know.

But this kind of thing can't be hidden for long.

"Maybe... some places have already started."

"Yang Xue...Youlan Zhuya, what should you do?"

"A big fight?"

Song Qingshu was a little worried. There was civil strife in the Central Plains, and the five major sects were captured alive by the Yuan Dynasty.

If all five major sects die, then the Central Plains martial arts community will basically be finished. It will take who knows how many years to recover.

Ming...

At this time, an eagle's cry came from the sky.

The sound was extremely loud, and giant eagles were waiting in the air, and soon they swooped directly towards Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu's expression changed.

The giant eagle came to Song Qingshu in the blink of an eye, waving its wings.

Song Qingshu touched the feathers of the giant eagle and took out the message from under his feet.

The giant eagle left directly.

Song Qingshu's face was more solemn than ever before. This was the highest level of the Sky Eagle Sect.

There are only dozens of such eagles in the entire Sky Eagle Sect.

It will not be used unless it is an emergency.

The letter was opened and inside was Qi Mu's handwriting.

[Sir, I received information that the Mongols have mobilized elite troops, more than three thousand people. 】

[The whereabouts are very secretive. If I hadn’t laid out a large intelligence network before, I wouldn’t have been able to discover him. 】

Song Qingshu was shocked: "So fast."

As soon as one started moving, another started moving.

"Shaolin?"

Song Qingshu didn't have time to think too much and rushed towards Jiangnan quickly.

It would take several months at the earliest to return to Jiangnan. He just hoped that nothing would happen to Wudang.

Noon the next day.

Song Qingshu passed by Hongmei Villa on horseback.

After leaving Hongmei Villa for dozens of kilometers, he was stopped by a person.

The man jumped down and his movements were agile. At first glance, he was no ordinary person.

This person was wearing an ordinary black gown, very loose, his appearance was not outstanding, he had a common face.

The only thing worth noting is the pair of eyes, which are bottomless, and the feet are bare and bare.

My guess is that I'm about forty years old.

"Is something wrong?" Song Qingshu sat on the horse without getting down, and just asked calmly.

The man nodded slightly: "Something's wrong."

"I haven't asked about anything for a few years, and now I come out and find that some of my old friends are dead."

"Nangong Ping, the master of Nandi Yideng."

Song Qingshu was shocked, Master Nandi Yideng.

The inheritance of Xidu is Ximen Ouyang, the inheritance of Nandi, and Nangong Ping.

This is interesting.

"Hongmei Villa?"

"Yes." Nangong Ping hummed softly: "I need an explanation."

"Right or wrong, I need to do something."

Song Qingshu's eyes were serious, this person was not an ordinary person.

The hidden people in the martial arts world.

"What do you want, senior?"

"One palm, and all grudges will be cleared from now on!" Nangong Ping looked at Song Qingshu with a deep look, neither sad nor happy.

"Okay!" Song Qingshu shouted sharply, leaped off the horse and headed straight for Nangong Ping.

He didn't make any excuses. Since he was a senior, he would give him a slap.

His internal strength is not weak now, and with the Wudang Palm, he is confident with one palm.

"Not bad!" Nangong Ping's eyes flashed with appreciation.

Faced with Song Qingshu's attack, he didn't make any move and just slapped it with a very ordinary palm.

The two collided directly.

Song Qingshu felt his body shake, and an extremely strong internal force entered his body directly.

He didn't panic, he kicked the ground with his right foot, moved his hand slightly, and released his internal force again.

Combining strength and softness, he exerts his strength again.

"Not bad." Nangong Ping nodded slightly, his inner strength shook, and the two of them separated.

Song Qingshu was shocked to take a step back, such a strange internal force.

At that moment, he felt an inner force in his body that was even stronger than before.

He had to stop.

He had a feeling that he would be hurt if he didn't close his palms.

Forcibly cutting off the palm, forcing the opponent to stop his hand, what a powerful method.

"With one yang finger, you can condense your internal energy and use your magical powers with a snap of your fingers." Nangong Ping saw Song Qingshu's doubts.

Song Qingshu bowed slightly: "Senior, what do you mean?"

Nangong Ping shook his head slightly: "Come for a walk with me."

Song Qingshu led the horse and followed behind, he had doubts in his heart.

Nangong Ping said slowly: "I have checked about Hongmei Villa."

"But as the descendant of the Southern Emperor, I must take action."

"So I must look for you."

"Junior understands." Song Qingshu responded and was silent for a moment: "Junior feels that I am right about the Hongmei Villa."

Nangong Ping had no reaction and said as he moved forward: "Maybe."

"You have fought against people from Yuanshi."

"How does it feel?"

Song Qingshu said in a deep voice: "It's very strong. Four people from Canghai Mingmu stopped me once."

"I can't kill four of them together."

Nangong Ping did not respond, but continued to walk forward.

Song Qingshu followed silently without saying a word.

After a cup of tea, Nangong Ping spoke again: "The four people from Canghai Ming Tomb became famous very early."

"Before me."

"The strength is good."

"They are similar to the four girls Youlan Zhuya, but they are old and will definitely not be able to do it in the future."

"As for you, the future is promising."

"Now the world is in chaos, whether it's the court or the world."

"The unification of Mingjiao was beyond our expectations. We didn't expect it, and neither did Yuanshi."

"It's a good thing for us, but it's a disaster for Yuanshi."

"So Yuanshi has made big moves, and they are afraid."

Song Qingshu was shocked: "Senior, what do you know?"

He had a feeling that Nangong Ping or others knew that the six sects had been arrested.

Nangong Ping did not respond, but turned to look at Song Qingshu: "Don't help Zhang Wuji."

"Let him handle Mingjiao matters by himself."

"If he can do it, we will protect him from all the storms at our back. If he can't do it, then retreat."

"There is no way out in this round."

"You should know about Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Sword."

Song Qingshu looked at Nangong Ping in shock, indicating that he was supporting Zhang Wuji to rise to power.

In other words, the six sects' siege on Guangmingding was originally a reshuffle, but now they are suddenly unified.

Yuanshi panicked, and the people in the Central Plains were not prepared at all.

Therefore, Yuanshi took action directly against the six sects.

"What will happen if Zhang Wuji retreats?"

Nangong Ping smiled for the first time from the beginning to now: "What he can do depends on himself."

"Just like you, if you want to come into this world, come in. If you don't want to come in, you can live happily in the world."

"At least, we're not dead yet."

"Zhongyuan never forces people, everything is voluntary."

"You are like this, Zhang Wuji is like this, Yang Xue, I...wait, everyone else is like this."

"Don't help him, everyone has his own way."

"The path you are taking now is your own choice. After walking through Shaolin, Wudang will not restrain you."

"The same goes for Zhang Wuji. Since he has become the leader of the Ming Cult, he has responsibilities. All of this is his choice."

Song Qingshu pondered Zhang Wuji's choice.

Leading the Ming Cult? Drive out the Mongols.

"I understand, senior."

"I won't interfere with him."

Nangong Ping said: "Go."

Song Qingshu bowed slightly to Nangong Ping, hesitated for a moment and said, "Have we already fought?"

"Here we go." Nangong Ping nodded slightly, turned around and left.

Song Qingshu looked at Nangong Ping's leaving figure, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Has it started yet?"

"Are everyone out?"

He didn't expect it to be so fast.

He originally thought it would take some time, but now it seems he was wrong.

The Battle of Guangmingding is not only concerned by Yuanshi, but also by people from the Central Plains.

With Zhang Wuji jumping out to take over the Mingjiao, all this changed.

Zhang Wuji's identity is Wudang, and behind Wudang is Zhang Zhenren.

The grandson of a martial arts master is now the leader of the Ming Cult, which has embarrassed many people in the Central Plains.

"Zhang Wuji?"

Song Qingshu rushed to Jiangnan. He felt that things were getting more and more complicated.

The main reason why Nangong Ping is waiting for him here is because of Zhang Wuji.

Because of Mingjiao.

There are many people in Mingjiao, many, many.

If you want to overthrow the Mongols, the Mingjiao forces will play a big role, but the Mingjiao's way of doing things is very troublesome.

He had a strange feeling at this time.

He even suspected that this round was for the Sky Eagle Cult.

If the Mingjiao is defeated, or both sides suffer losses, grandpa White Eyebrowed Eagle King will take over the power of the Mingjiao if certain conditions permit.

At that time, even if Yang Xiao and others were all dead, it wouldn't matter.

When the martial arts is unified and the Mingjiao has an orthodox leader, when there is an uprising, other forces in the martial arts will cooperate.

The uprising will be extremely successful.

He clearly remembered what Yang Xue said when he met Yang Xue.

In the beginning, the Dragon-Slaying Sword was originally given to the Sky Eagle Sect, so the location where it appeared was Jiangnan, the territory of the Sky Eagle Sect.

If you want to be the leader, or leader, who overthrows the Mongols, you not only need the consent of Wulin, but also the consent of the hidden people behind.

These people have contained Mongolia's top combat power.

One person may not have much influence, but what if there are ten, eight, or more?

They cannot defeat a thousand troops by themselves, but they can kill leaders or important figures.

One general's incompetence will kill thousands of troops, and a good future is too rare.

"Zhang Wuji, you have stolen Grandpa's leadership."

Song Qingshu shook his head slightly. As his strength improved, he slowly began to come into contact with many things that he didn't know originally.

Even if he doesn't want to know, he will gradually learn some things.

For example, the four people from Canghai Mingmu, such as Nangong Ping now.

With his current strength and influence, many people need to consider him.

Birth is also a problem. Behind him stands a martial arts legend, Zhang Zhenren.

"Zhang Wuji and I can do whatever we want without any worries, and it's all thanks to the support of the Grand Master."

"My descendants are unfilial."

There was a hint of darkness in Song Qingshu's eyes. He had guessed a lot of things so far.

The scene when he was sent to Shaolin appeared unconsciously in his mind.

The Grand Master asked him if he wanted to know about the hidden martial arts, and he said he didn't want to know.

The Grand Master didn't ask anything and just let himself go without any coercion.

At that time, Grand Master already knew that he had learned the Nine Yin Manual and knew that he would be in trouble in the future.

But the master still didn't say anything, but was finishing the trouble for him.

Later, Cheng Kun's story was exposed and Wulin went to the Western Regions. This must have been the Grand Master forcing Yuan Shi to give the information.

From then on, he traveled around the world, broke into Shaolin, immersed himself in it for five years, and became one of the top masters.

This is all paved the way by the Grand Master.

But even though he had become one of the top masters, Grand Master still didn't say anything about hiding the martial arts.

This is a kind of doting, absolute doting. The Taishi just allows himself to live a carefree life.

And now, the same is true for Zhang Wuji.

If Zhang Wuji was a nobody, how could he become the leader of the Ming Cult?

impossible.

Or it's difficult.

At least the people hidden in Wulin will not defend him now.

If Zhang Wuji had not been surrounded and killed several times and had not let everyone see his performance in life-and-death crises, no one would have helped him.

It is impossible for a person to lead the Central Plains to overthrow Mongolia by just anyone.

Grandpa White-browed Eagle King was able to be recognized by these people hidden in the martial arts world after countless observations and tests.

Then, even so, everyone did not hand over the dragon-slaying knife directly, but were still testing and investigating.

The number one orthodox person in the Central Plains, this is no joke, this involves too many things.

"The chaos has begun."

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, and now the people from the Central Plains were confronting the Yuanshi.

After that, Zhang Wuji rescued the five major sects. At that time, the collision between Yuanshi and Zhongyuan would reach its peak.

“The most dangerous place is where you can’t see it.”

"If we calculate it this way, if Zhao Min dares to go to Wudang, then the Grand Master is injured."

"And there are experts following him. Is the purpose of testing Wudang or testing the limits of Grand Master?"

"I'm ready for you to have fun." A hint of indifference flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes.

"If I don't let you remember this time, you really think cats and dogs can join Wudang!"

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~~