Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

Song Qingshu sat in the room and looked at the map in front of him.

Baichi Cliff is not far from Shaolin, just over two mountains.

This place is easy to defend but difficult to attack. There is a river behind it. You can retreat directly. If Shaolin retreats here, it would be very suitable.

"The Sandu Divine Monk should go into seclusion. This matter cannot be caused by the Sandu Divine Monk."

"Shaolin, who is promoting and planning?"

"All three of Kong Zhiren have been arrested. Who is taking the lead in Shaolin now?"

"The other party trusts me so much. He dares to directly ask the Sky Eagle Sect to help with such a big matter, and he is not worried about leaking the information at all."

"The other party must know me, or know my relationship with Yang Xue."

Song Qingshu is now very sure that there are still people in Shaolin who know about the hidden martial arts. Sandu is not the only one who knows about Shaolin.

"Everyone is so hidden."

"Who is it?"

"These old guys are really good at hiding."

Song Qingshu was really clueless for a while. According to his guess, the master Kong Jian in the past might know.

But Kong Jian saw that the master was dead.

who?

The leader of the Arhat Hall was definitely not the one. When he first went to Shaolin, he had seen the strength of the leader of the Arhat Hall.

No, not even close.

"Dharma Hall?"

"Now that I think about it, it seems that Bodhidharma Hall didn't come out at the beginning."

"Forget it, we'll find out when we meet."

Song Qingshu didn't think much about it, he was just curious.

Not long after, Qi Mu came back with roast chicken and wine in his hands.

Song Qingshu looked at Qi Mu and was a little surprised: "You solved it in half an hour?"

"Is there anyone around?"

Qi Mu laughed loudly, put down his things and stretched out his right hand: "Master, I now have five thousand people spread across Jiangnan."

"This does not include the family members, elderly people, and children of some people in the Tianying Sect."

"Think about how many people there are."

"Before Guangmingding started, the number of elites from the Sky Eagle Sect plus some ordinary people was more than two thousand at that time."

"After Guangmingding ended, I kept preparing on my way back to Wudang."

"At that time, the people of the Sky Eagle Sect were fine. Except for the elite who were protecting Wudang, everyone else was rushing here."

"Giant whale, Haisha, there are many of them."

"I alone lost five thousand people, not counting other forces."

Song Qingshu was shocked: "It seems that I underestimated everyone's hidden strength."

"Come, sir, have something to eat first." Qi Mu slowly sat down and the two of them started eating.

Qi Mu said: "Sir, in fact, each force hides a lot."

"Those small forces may not have high combat effectiveness, but they have many hidden people."

"The world is very chaotic. No matter which force encounters bandits or bandits, everyone will kill them."

"Over time, many people have been saved. These people are not considered to be helpers, but many times they are willing to help their saviors with their lives."

"For example, the Sky Eagle Sect didn't actually have that many people in the beginning."

"The transmission of messages was not that fast. Later, it took a long time, and the information flow became faster."

"Some people don't have enough food to eat because of Yuanshi or bandits, so we give them something to do along the way."

"Such as unloading cargo, sending messages, repairing ships, taking care of the wounded, etc..."

"To put it bluntly, it's just to give them food to eat. Many times we can do it ourselves, but we still do it for them."

"We don't lack this."

Song Qingshu can understand these things. The world is so chaotic that it is difficult to have enough to eat.

Often a mouthful of food can mean a life.

"My grandpa's arrangement?"

Qi Mu smiled and said, "Yes."

"There are three sects and nine sects in the Tianying Sect, and most of them are poor people. We also understand the sadness of others."

"Most of the people in the Sky Eagle Sect who have families are concentrated in the south of the Yangtze River. The Sky Eagle Sect arranges things. It's not a big deal if they have to work hard. Anyway, they can eat."

"Life is pretty peaceful."

"As for those of us, we live on a knife's edge anyway. We keep some at home and use some for ourselves."

"Even if he dies, the Sky Eagle Sect has arrangements for his family, so we don't have to worry."

Song Qingshu picked up the wine glass and toasted Qi Mu: "Come, drink!"

"Drink." Qi Mu touched Song Qingshu's wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Song Qingshu looked at Qi Mu and felt something in his heart.

It is not a fluke that the Sky Eagle Sect can unite, nor is it a fluke that Grandpa White-browed Eagle King can be recognized by the hidden older generation.

The Sky Eagle Sect kills ruthlessly, but they also protect a lot of people.

Tianying teaches thousands of people to eat, and behind these thousands of people there are thousands more people who have families.

This is an extremely huge amount.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all earned through hard work.

"By the way, Miss Gongzi sent me a message." Qi Mu suddenly remembered something and said.

Song Qingshu was surprised: "Why is Yin Li sending a message to you?"

"Young Master Wuji." Qi Mu said helplessly: "Miss asked me to tell Young Master Wuji about Jiangnan's movements."

"This girl." Song Qingshu laughed: "I asked her to reply to the letter herself, but she will arrange for someone to find you directly."

"How did you respond?"

Qi Mu was embarrassed for a while: "I replied to the lady and asked her to find you, the young master."

"I said I can't make the decision."

"You are also a human spirit." Song Qingshu laughed and said, "Let Yin Li do it himself."

"Has there been a letter from uncle?"

Qi Mu nodded: "Yes, I have sent the message to Hall Master Li."

"I can't reply to King Yin Ye, so I didn't read it."

Song Qingshu rubbed his forehead: "It's troublesome, my uncle will probably scold me to death."

"Hall Master Li doesn't know anything at all."

"If you don't reply, this matter will definitely be blamed on me."

Qi Mu smiled bitterly: "Young master, what can you say? I'm going to be beaten right now."

"Master, please explain yourself."

Song Qingshu sighed: "Come, let's drink."

"I'll explain it later."

"Zhang Wuji doesn't care. At least until he returns to Wudang, the Sky Eagle Sect doesn't have to worry about him."

"It's up to the Grand Master to decide whether he can be the leader."

"Drink." Qi Mu didn't care about this either.

Anyway, it's all arranged by the young master.

The next morning...

The two set off directly to Baichi Cliff.

The place where the two of them were was not far away, and they arrived not long after.

In a mountain peak.

Qi Mu asked: "Sir, are you coming over?"

"No." Song Qingshu shook his head slightly: "Wait."

"Let me see what Shaolin is going to do."

Looking down from where they were, many people were camping below.

Not only that, there are people preparing merchant ships.

"Did we prepare it?" Song Qingshu asked curiously, looking at the situation on the river.

Qi Mu smiled and said: "Not really, they bought it."

"It used to be taught by our Sky Eagle, but later we sold it to them."

"Not many, ten merchant ships."

Song Qingshu didn't ask any more questions. Shaolin was well prepared this time.

According to his guess, even if Zhao Min led people to attack, they would not pursue him here.

Too far.

Time passes slowly...

In the days that followed, the two of them stayed here and had no contact with Shaolin.

On this day, Song Qingshu was closing his eyes to rest, when Qi Mu quickly ran over, his expression changed drastically.

"Son..."

"problem occurs."

"A large number of Yuan soldiers are approaching here, more than 3,000 of them, very fast, all cavalry, elite!"

"They will arrive in Shaolin in three hours at most."

"As expected, their target is Shaolin!"

"Are you here?" Song Qingshu opened his eyes, his eyes extremely sharp.

"Walk!"

Qi Mu was shocked: "Sir, are we just the two?"

Song Qingshu smiled and said: "It's okay, they can't find us."

"Even if we find out, everyone just chats."

"Uh..." Qi Mu followed Song Qingshu in confusion for a while.

Although he was worried, he believed in Song Qingshu more.

If the young master says it's okay, then it means it's okay.

…

At the foot of Shaolin Mountain.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard from a long distance away, and the edge could not be seen at a glance.

There are still many people moving forward in the mountains and forests.

A large number of Yuan soldiers directly surrounded Shaolin. This scale seemed to annihilate Shaolin in one fell swoop.

"Go, go!!"

"Run away, Yuan Bing is coming."

"Run away!"

"Run, run."

"..."

At the foot of Shaolin Mountain, whether it is the town or ordinary people, the first reaction when seeing a large number of Yuan soldiers is to flee.

So many yuan soldiers must be a big deal.

Everyone knows how bad Yuan Bing is.

In a mountain forest, Song Qingshu and Qi Mu stood on a high place, watching the situation below.

Qi Mu looked at the person taking the lead and said solemnly: "Sir, that person is Zhao Min!"

"Everyone in the Ming Cult is falling into her hands."

Song Qingshu noticed Zhao Min very early, and I have to say that this girl is really pretty.

A pair of eyes that are extremely smart.

"Compared with that girl Yin Li."

Qi Mu laughed: "I can't compare, Miss Yin Li is still more beautiful."

He had met Yin Li before. After Yin Li followed the young master, he looked much better than before.

His appearance has been restored, and his behavior and demeanor are all outstanding.

People from ordinary families can't compare.

"I like to hear this." Song Qingshu smiled: "Let's go and see Shaolin."

"Shaolin should have received the news. Let's see how Shaolin responds."

The two of them headed straight for Shaolin, moving extremely fast.

In a mountain peak, a middle-aged man stared at Song Qingshu's figure.

"So young, dressed in white, and with this light skill, he is as good as the Wudang Ladder."

"Song Qingshu?"

"Is it really that strong compared to Yang Xue?"

The middle-aged man turned around and said hello to the people in the distance, then left directly towards Song Qingshu.

The others were shocked and watched Senior Yuan Zhe leave.

"Didn't Senior Yuan say that he would just take a look?"

"Why are you taking action now?"

"I don't know, maybe there's something wrong."

"We just need to keep an eye on it to prevent others from taking action."

"..."

In a mountain peak south of Shaolin, Song Qingshu and Qi Mu could clearly see the situation below.

Yuan Bing had completely blocked Shaolin at this time.

There are also many Yuan soldiers here, and Shaolin is extremely busy at this time.

It looks very messy, but actually they are all heading south.

"Sir, Shaolin is prepared." Qi Mu's eyes focused.

Song Qingshu nodded slightly and glanced at the distance from the corner of his eye. He noticed some movement.

At this moment, a figure flashed past, dressed in gorgeous clothes.

"coming."

"interesting."

"Lao Qi, you go to Baichi Cliff to arrange other things."

"There are too many injured people in Shaolin, please help."

"I'll find you later."

Seeing the change in Song Qingshu's expression, Qi Mu left without asking any questions.

Song Qingshu stared at the direction Qi Mu left and narrowed his eyes.

He wanted to see if the man would make a move.

If that person attacks Qi Mu, he will save Qi Mu and then kill Zhao Min.

As long as the other party dares to break the rules, he will just mess around.

He was unhappy when Wudang was attacked.

After a moment, the figure stopped in the distance, not caring at all about Qi Mu's departure.

"Song Qingshu?" Yuan Zhe walked over slowly with a smile on his face.

He held a folding fan in his hand.

"It seems that I am very famous." Song Qingshu smiled.

"who are you."

Yuan Zhe strolled over and said with a smile: "Tan Sect, the inner sect, Yuan Zhe."

Song Qingshu nodded slightly: "Have a fight, or watch a show?"

"You should be here to protect that girl Zhao Min, right?"

"Yes." Yuan Zhe did not deny it.

"As for you, you don't seem to be familiar with Shaolin. I'm a little surprised when you come here suddenly."

Song Qingshu stretched out, leaned against the big tree, and glanced at Yuan Zhe: "Boring, come and take a look."

"Are you the only one?"

"You can't do it alone."

"I'm not happy that Wudang was attacked at Guangmingding. I can't kill Canghai Mingmu. You... I think you can."