Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

"Try?"

Yuan Zhe smiled calmly, walked over slowly, and sat down directly next to Song Qingshu.

The distance between the two was only one foot, a little more than three meters.

"Canghai Mingmu said you are as good as Yang Xue."

"No comparison." Song Qingshu smiled and waved his hands: "I can't beat Yang Xue."

"Those four old guys were just bragging."

Yuan Zhe smiled and said nothing, and the two of them sat quietly, looking at the situation below.

At this time, fighting has begun below.

The Yuan soldiers were all elite, attacking and charging, and every attack was completely orderly.

On the other hand, everyone in Shaolin is retreating.

The Arhat formation is in front, and other Shaolin disciples cover it.

"kill!!"

"rush!!"

"Go, go, retreat, retreat!!"

"..."

Roars and shouts sounded from below.

Shaolin is Shaolin after all, and the people who can stay in it are at least martial arts students, and their strength is generally better than that of Yuan Bing.

Definitely a one-on-one victory.

But the Yuan soldiers cooperated well, with shields, bows and arrows, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner.

"I really want to kill those two old men." Song Qingshu looked at the Xuan Ming two men who were killing everyone below and complained.

"Those two old men are pretty good." Yuan Zhe also knew about the grudge between Xuan Ming and Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu received a slap when he rescued Zhang Wuji.

"That's right." Song Qingshu didn't refute. The two elders Xuan Ming were also masters.

"Where's Cheng Kun? Why aren't you here?"

Yuan Zhe laughed: "He wouldn't dare. He is hiding in the palace now."

"After the initial attack on Wudang, he went into hiding."

"He's also afraid of death."

"Hey, bad luck." Song Qingshu sighed.

"Then why didn't the old guy come? Come and kill him directly for me."

Yuan Zhe did not respond. He knew very well that if Cheng Kun really came, it would be difficult for him to stop Song Qingshu from attacking Cheng Kun.

It was a life-and-death feud.

The battle below is still going on.

Song Qingshu and Yuan Zhe were just watching a play, no matter how tragic it was below, they didn't care.

The battle lasted for half an hour.

At this time, Shaolin has been breached, and everyone in Shaolin is retreating steadily.

"To the south?" Yuan Zhe looked at the situation in the south and was a little surprised.

"It looks like everything is well prepared."

Song Qingshu stood up slowly: "Let's move the battlefield and continue watching the show."

Yuan Zhe laughed: "Okay."

At this time, he felt that Song Qingshu was really a wonderful person.

Being so young, so powerful, and yet so calm, Shaolin didn't even take action in this situation.

He was ready to take action before he came.

The two figures were walking through the jungle, always keeping parallel to each other.

Neither Yuan Zhe nor Song Qingshu used their full strength.

When they have reached their level of strength, Qinggong no longer represents anything, actual combat is the foundation.

There is no need to fight over emotions.

In a valley to the south, a monk looked at Song Qingshu and Yuan Zhe in the distance with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Yuanzhe, the inner sect of Tantric Buddhism."

"It seems that the person leading the team this time is not an ordinary person, someone from the royal family?"

"Song Qingshu also came here, what a surprise."

"The entire Jiangnan has an intelligence network. What is he planning to do?"

Not far from Baichi Cliff.

Song Qingshu originally just came to watch the show, but suddenly saw a signal flare.

His expression suddenly changed.

"Lao Qi!"

The figure flashed past and rushed over.

Yuan Zhe followed immediately, and it took only a moment for the two of them to clearly see the situation ahead.

Qi Mu fled frantically at this time, followed by the two elders Xuan Ming.

"That person is from the Sky Eagle Cult!"

"The princess will definitely be happy if we capture her."

"right."

"This person is following Song Qingshu."

"..."

The laughter of the two elders Xuan Ming echoed in the jungle.

Song Qingshu's face turned completely gloomy, and his figure flashed past.

However, at this moment, Yuan Zhe moved, and the folding fan in his hand suddenly shot out, directly stopping Song Qingshu.

Said directly.

"I'll handle it!"

Song Qingshu looked at Yuan Zhe with a gloomy face: "Do you want to risk your life?"

Yuan Zhe's figure flashed past, heading towards him at top speed, with Song Qingshu following closely behind.

"Come back! Protect the princess!" Yuan Zhe shouted coldly not far from the two elders Xuan Ming.

Xuanming and Xuanming were shocked, looking at Yuanzhe in the distance and saluting repeatedly.

"yes."

"I understand, little one."

The two of them rushed towards the princess without looking back.

Seeing that no one was chasing him, Qi Mu felt confused and turned around to look.

I saw Song Qingshu standing not far away.

Song Qingshu waved to him, Qi Mu nodded and left quickly.

After Yuan Zhe dealt with the two elders Xuan Ming, he came to Song Qingshu again.

"feasible."

"Okay." Song Qingshu smiled: "Why?"

He didn't understand what Yuan Zhe meant.

It would definitely be okay for Yuan Zhe to stop him.

Saiki will die.

"It's just a small matter, there's no need to risk your life." Yuan Zhe smiled and hurried towards the south.

Song Qingshu didn't care either. The speed of the two of them was much faster this time than before.

But the two still remained parallel.

Soon after, the two came to a mountain peak again, and there were battles everywhere in the jungle.

Shaolin was obviously well prepared and did not panic at all when retreating.

"How many of you are here?" Song Qingshu asked casually.

He didn't pay much attention to Yuan Zhe's previous move to stop him.

He understood what Yuan Zhe meant.

If Yuan Zhe had not dealt with the two elders Xuan Ming before, the two of them would not be testing, but really risking their lives.

Song Qingshu will not let Qi Mu die. If Qi Mu dies, then he must kill Yuan Zhe. You die or I die, there is no choice.

On the other hand, Qi Mu doesn't matter to Yuan Zhe.

"Three." Yuanzhe didn't hide it either.

"One is beside the princess, and the other is in front."

"There are so many of you." Song Qingshu was a little surprised. Three top masters, this is not a big deal.

"It seems that Zhao Min really can't die."

Yuan Zhe nodded slightly: "You can't die."

"Her father is the King of Ruyang. He is a Taiwei and is in charge of the military power of the world."

"Well...just like you before, there is Zhenren Zhang behind you. You can't die in our hands."

"The principle is the same."

"You're in big trouble if you die."

"That's pretty awesome." Song Qingshu knew Zhao Min's identity very well, but he didn't expect Yuan Zhe to say it directly.

"Girls, if you don't stay home well, why would you run out?"

"She looks quite juicy."

"Haha." Yuan Zhe laughed: "That's true."

"Who knows."

"Let's go, it's almost over here."

Yuan Zhe looked at the situation below, turned around and left, quickly disappearing into the mountain peak.

"Interesting." Song Qingshu was curious.

He originally thought that he would have to fight anyway, but in the end, just chatting like this, everything was over.

He was curious if the same was true in Shaolin.

"There were heavy casualties."

Song Qingshu turned his head to the situation below and let out a long sigh.

He now deeply realizes a problem.

The group of people hiding behind the martial arts world, whether they are Zhongyuan or Yuanshi, everyone seems to be very indifferent.

These people are all aloof and don't care about the life or death of other people.

They only care about the big picture.

Whether it's Canghai Ming Tomb or Yuan Zhe, it's the same. When you meet people from the Central Plains, everyone just needs to check each other.

The life and death of the people below has nothing to do with them.

The same is true for the four girls of Youlan Zhuya. They don't seem to care about the death of ordinary people, or they act very indifferently.

In the Central Plains and Yuanshi, people on both sides only have hidden martial arts people in their eyes.

No one will try their best if forced to do so.

If you can avoid it, avoid it.

"Is it indifferent or helpless?" Song Qingshu sighed, he himself didn't know.

Although he had guessed something before, seeing the Shaolin battle really made him feel a little shaken.

It felt very bad to see groups of people being surrounded and killed by Yuan soldiers and dying in front of me.

But he knew that he couldn't stop it.

If he wants to save those people in Shaolin, then Yuan Zhe will take action.

The final result... maybe he and Yuan Zhe haven't decided the winner yet, but it's already over.

“We were involved, but it seemed like we weren’t involved in anything.”

Song Qingshu took a long breath, he seemed to be able to understand what Yang Xue said before.

There are a lot of things they can't do.

All they can do is guard, and then wait for the opportunity, waiting for someone to rise up in the Central Plains martial arts world and break the balance.

Or it's a change of scenery.

All they can do is push.

As for the outcome...it depends on fate.

Wu Mu's suicide note in the Dragon Sword is a kind of trump card. Now that the Yuan Dynasty is in chaos, the Dragon Sword appears.

The emergence of a leader in Mingjiao was a turning point.

The balance of the martial arts world still exists, but with his appearance, the balance begins to tilt.

But the strength of Wulin is just strength.

Just like Grand Master Zhang Zhenren, he just made Yuan Shi dare not move.

Strong...not to mention.

At most, the martial arts world will continue to develop steadily, with talents emerging in large numbers, and more energy can be accumulated or stored.

However, it all serves a purpose.

Exorcise the Yuan chamber.

Song Qingshu stayed here for a long time, until Yuan Bing gave up the pursuit and the battlefield was completely over.

He was in a very complicated mood. He had not seen a Shaolin master take action. Maybe the other person was the same as him.

have no choice.

But the other party was different from him. He was from Shaolin. Seeing his disciple die, his anger and helplessness were many times greater than his own.

Hundred-foot cliff.

At this time, there were many Shaolin disciples gathered here, and most of them were injured.

Many of the lay disciples who had previously assisted Shaolin were also injured.

When Song Qingshu arrived, Qi Mu stood on the boat and commanded.

"Sir, someone is waiting for you inside." Qi Mu said when he saw Song Qingshu arriving.

Song Qingshu nodded slightly and walked towards the cabin.

Inside the cabin.

When Master Kongwu saw Song Qingshu, he clasped his hands together and said, "Bad monk Kongwu, thank you very much Young Master Song for your help."

Song Qingshu slightly cupped his hands and said, "I have met Master Kongwu."

"What are the casualties?"

Kong Wu sighed: "Fortunately, I have been prepared before, so the casualties are not serious."

"That's good, Master, I have something to do with you." Song Qingshu asked.

Kong Wu said in a deep voice: "Shaolin would like to thank Song Shaoxia for helping me this time."

"The poor monk can help the young hero."

Song Qingshu's eyes focused: "What does Master Kongwu mean?"

Kong Wu said in a deep voice: "After Song Shaoxia came down from Guangmingding, he laid out the layout of Jiangnan. This kind of skill is rare."

"No matter what Young Master Song is planning to do, Shaolin is willing to help."

Song Qingshu looked at Master Kongwu for a long time, and then a deep voice sounded: "Master Kongwu, you can kill people."

"This is not a martial arts matter, but my own matter."

"Personal matters!"

"The poor monk knows." Kong Wu said in a deep voice.

"Song Shaoxia showed up in Shaolin to restrain Yuan Zhe. Shaolin wants to repay this love."

"No matter what Young Master Song does, I will always accompany Young Master Song."

"Thank you, Master." Song Qingshu saluted respectfully.

Since the other party said so, he was not polite.

He does need people.

He really didn't know how many masters there would be in the Yuan Chamber in Wudang.

Wudang must not be the same as Shaolin.

Shaolin is so miserable.

This time Yuan Shi's opponent slaughtered Shaolin, he could only watch, then he would turn the situation around in Wudang.

He wants to slaughter the Yuan Dynasty in Wudang, killing every one without leaving a trace!

If the masters of the Yuan Dynasty dare to move, then they will continue to slaughter!

It's just risking his life. He has risked his life many times in recent years.

If Wudang is used, then everyone will risk their lives together!

"Master Kongwu, let's rush back to Wudang tomorrow." Song Qingshu said.

"I will make arrangements for Shaolin."

"Thank you." Master Kongwu nodded slightly and continued to meditate.

After Song Qingshu came out, he directly explained to Qi Mu.

Since Master Kongwu is willing to risk his life with him, he must take good care of Shaolin.

"Shaolin will take care of it. Shaolin needs full help if it needs anything."

"Also, come back to Wudang with me tomorrow."

"Arrange it here as soon as possible. If it doesn't work, let others handle it. You can send the message later."

"Understood!" Qi Mu responded and quickly made arrangements.

Song Qingshu stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the tragic situation in Shaolin, warning himself again and again in his heart.

Wu-Tang absolutely cannot do this.

Absolutely not!

I sincerely wish everyone a happy National Day!