Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

At the top of Sanxian Peak.

Zhang Sanfeng sat on a huge blue stone like an ordinary old man.

The only difference is the eyes.

Those bottomless eyes stared into the distance, as if waiting for something.

The breeze blew his loose robes and long white beard.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his head and looked towards the horizon, his bottomless eyes showing a trace of fluctuation.

"It's time."

"Qingshu...did you succeed?"

Although he knew Song Qingshu's character and everything he had experienced, he was still a little worried.

This is an old man's concern for his younger generation and has nothing to do with anything else.

When a black spot appeared on the horizon, Zhang Sanfeng slowly stood up.

If anyone saw Zhang Sanfeng's figure, no one would think that he was an old man who was about to die.

Everyone will only think that he is an expert, and his invisible aura is intimidating.

"Puff, puff."

The carrier pigeon slowly fell into Zhang Sanfeng's hands.

"Go." Zhang Sanfeng took the letter and released the carrier pigeon.

Zhang Sanfeng read the contents of the letter with a long-lost smile on his face.

This smile is extremely joyful and gratifying.

"Qingshu... Zhongyuan gave it to you."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly and exerted force with his right foot, releasing a terrifying inner force.

The bluestone beneath my feet shook suddenly.

Immediately, he stepped back slightly with his left foot, and with another push, the bluestone vibrated again.

Then, his hands swayed slightly, and the pace of his feet began to change.

This time there was no huge movement like before, as if nothing happened.

After a while, Zhang Sanfeng put his hands behind his back and stared into the distance.

At this moment, the bluestone under his feet made bursts of breaking sounds, the bluestone began to crack, and small fragments began to slide down.

After a while, a Tai Chi pattern appeared on the bluestone.

Zhang Sanfeng did not react at all to the changes in the bluestone, but kept looking into the distance.

One moment, two moments, three moments...

For two full hours, Zhang Sanfeng stood like that without making any movement.

"Is this life?" Zhang Sanfeng looked at the still calm distance with a complicated smile on his face.

"Two hours..."

"Qingshu...you hesitated."

boom!

Zhang Sanfeng slapped the bluestone with his right hand, leaving a deep palm print and then left directly.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng didn't have the aging of a hundred years old at all, but was like a tiger.

Each time he stepped forward, he was a few feet away. He was very fast, very fast...

The breeze is still blowing, the sun is still shining, but there is nothing on the top of the mountain, only a bluestone with a Tai Chi pattern and a palm print.

Time passes slowly...

When the sun was shining brightly, a figure appeared at the foot of Sanxian Peak and came slowly.

He did not leap, but walked up step by step.

This person is Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu thought a lot on the way here.

He knew that he had made the choice to take over the Central Plains Empress Dowager, but how could he persuade him? How to persuade? he does not know.

Grand Master...this is the person who has protected him all his life.

No matter how confident and accomplished he is, he will always be just a junior to this old man.

On the way to Sanxian Peak, he was rushing very fast at first, but then he slowed down.

Because he didn't know how to talk or face the Grand Master.

Taking over the Central Plains... was his own choice, and it was also the path paved for him by the Grand Master.

And now, he did it.

Originally this should have been a happy event for everyone.

He was happy, and so was Grand Master, but not now.

The ideas of the new generation collided with those of the older generation.

He had an irresolvable ideological conflict with the Grand Master.

Therefore, he walked very slowly in the second half of the journey, much slower.

According to normal speed, he had arrived two hours ago, but he didn't know how to face it and kept delaying it.

Even now... he still doesn't know how to say it, but he knows he must come.

Some things must be faced.

Even if you do something unreasonable, you still have to talk to the Grand Master.

On the moss-covered stairs, Song Qingshu walked step by step, taking every step with determination.

It doesn't seem to be walking, but represents his determination.

Time seems to have become extremely long at this moment.

When Song Qingshu finally walked up the steps and made great determination to face the Grand Master, a hint of surprise appeared on his originally determined expression.

Looking around, there is no one on the bluestone.

Master Zhang Zhenren is not here at all, he has left.

"Are you leaving?" Song Qingshu stood motionless and muttered to himself.

Originally, he should have felt huge loss and worry in his heart.

But for some reason, he felt a little lucky in his heart.

Yes, I'm glad.

Maybe this was the pressure Taishifu brought to him.

Although he kept telling himself that he must talk and stop it no matter what, he could not hide his awe for the Grand Master.

The Grand Master had never been harsh to him, but that kind of awe remained in his heart.

Song Qingshu walked toward the bluestone on the top of the mountain in a daze.

He didn't know why Taishifu left. He was obviously waiting for his choice or to meet him.

Why are you leaving now.

"Tai Chi!"

After Song Qingshu came to the bluestone, his eyes instantly became sharp when he looked at the Tai Chi above.

He is very aware of the hardness and characteristics of this bluestone.

He can break this kind of bluestone, and he can also leave traces.

But he couldn't leave the Tai Chi pattern so completely.

This requires the ultimate control of internal forces.

Especially the two points in the center of Tai Chi, those two dents are very, very deep.

But even at such a depth, there are no cracks in the bluestone, which is absolutely incredible.

"Master Tai, are you telling me your strength?" Song Qingshu looked at Tai Chi in front of him, unable to calm down for a long time.

Strong... Stronger than ever before, beyond his comprehension.

At this moment, he even had the illusion that with such strength, Grand Master was invincible, absolutely invincible.

This is not the strength that a man over 100 years old should have.

call out……

Song Qingshu jumped up and stood directly on the bluestone. Originally, he wanted to feel the Grand Master's previous state of mind.

But the next moment, his expression changed drastically.

There was no other reason. He saw a palm print.

Through the depth of the palm print and the surrounding traces, Song Qingshu could clearly feel the determination and choice in the hand's heart.

Keep moving forward with no regrets!

"Don't you want to face me?" Song Qingshu knelt down and touched the palm print that represented determination with his hand.

This palm print and Tai Chi have not been left for a long time, and the small fragments of bluestone around it explain everything.

But the master still left.

"wrong."

After Song Qingshu looked at the bluestone for a long time, he shook his head slightly.

There is nothing in this world that the Grand Master dare not face, and the Grand Master will not run away from it.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Song Qingshu squatted down and stared at the bluestone in front of him.

This bluestone is very, very big.

"Bang!"

Suddenly...Song Qingshu suddenly raised his hand and slapped his palm on the huge blue stone.

A huge collision sounded, and at the same time the huge bluestone began to crack.

A deep dent appeared where Song Qingshu slapped his palm. This palm print was right next to the one left by Zhang Sanfeng.

The depth of the two palm prints is almost the same.

The only difference is that the bluestone remains intact after the palm print left by Zhang Sanfeng.

After Song Qingshu took out his palm, almost all the bluestone cracked.

Creak, creak...

After the bluestone made several loud noises, it split into pieces.

Song Qingshu ignored the broken bluestone and picked up the fallen fragments after leaving his own palm print.

"It's not that the Grand Master doesn't face me, it's that I don't dare to face the Grand Master." Song Qingshu looked at the fragments in his hands, with an extremely self-deprecating smile in his eyes.

The reason why he used this palm was to judge how long the Grand Master had been gone through the falling fragments.

The result was that Grand Master had only been gone for less than three hours.

"Three hours..."

Song Qingshu sat dejectedly on the broken bluestone, looking at the distant horizon with extremely complicated emotions.

If he came all the way at a high speed, three hours would definitely be enough time.

At that time, the Grand Master did not leave.

But because of his awe of the Grand Master and various worries, he slowed down and missed the meeting with the Grand Master.

At this time, he knew very well that the Grand Master was waiting for him, and he had calculated the time accurately.

If he does not arrive within three hours, it means that he has scruples and hesitations about the Grand Master, and does not know how to face the Grand Master.

Maybe...that's not a good negotiation opportunity.

Maybe... Grand Master feels that after he has made a decision in his heart, he can talk about many things.

It is true that he has taken over the Central Plains now, but it has only just happened, and everything was too sudden.

In just a few days, he went from a nominal inheritor of the Central Plains to a direct successor.

The change is too great.

"Master Tai, I also need time to adapt." A bitter smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face.

Everything was too sudden.

The sun sets in the west...

When the sun went down, Song Qingshu was still sitting on the bluestone.

He thought a lot during this time, a lot.

Ming...

The huge eagle cry in the sky interrupted Song Qingshu's meditation.

The black hawk flew over at great speed. Song Qingshu reached out to take the black hawk, took the letter at his feet and looked at it.

"The Three Ghosts of Western Hunan have appeared."

"Moreover, the three heroes of the inner sect are also here, and there are quite a few people here."

Song Qingshu was not too surprised by the appearance of these people.

Emei's game has involved too much up to this point.

Then he continued reading.

[The three masters of the inner sect and the three ghosts of Xiangxi will take action in Tianhei! 】

Song Qingshu felt strange in his heart. The three ghosts of Xiangxi were taking action against the three heroes of the inner sect?

What to do in such a hurry.

Aren’t they always trying to contain each other in the past?

It is very likely that they will not be able to do anything this time. Both the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi and the Three Masters of the Inner Sect know this.

It's unreasonable to do anything now.

"Go." Song Qingshu waved his hand to the black eagle in the sky and headed directly down the mountain.

The black eagle hovering in the sky saw Song Qingshu taking action and left with a cry of eagle.

…

Emei sect.

The engagement between Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo was extremely lively.

The engagement between the two is an absolute big deal for Jianghu.

Wudang, Emei, and Mingjiao, these three forces are not ordinary forces.

At this time, the entire Emei Mountain was filled with banquets and laughter.

Although it was a bit regretful that Song Qingshu was not present during the engagement, it made sense that Yang Xue came over.

The Six Heroes of Wudang, White Eyebrowed Eagle King, Xie Xun...these are Zhang Wuji's elders, which is enough.

The Emei Sect is not far away from the mountain peak where Yuanshi is located.

At this time, Yang Xue, the four girls Youlan Zhuya, and the three ghosts from Xiangxi are all here.

All the top experts from Yuanshi are also there.

Everyone was sitting at the same table. There was no hostility as in the past, and everyone was harmonious.

This is true even for the three heroes of the inner sect and the three ghosts of Xiangxi who are about to take action.

These six people took action, and everyone else was very curious.

This is true for both the Central Plains and the Yuan Dynasty.

The top masters of the Central Plains and the top masters of the Yuanshi have been restraining each other in recent years, and they will not fight if they can.

Compared with other top masters who are occasionally forced to decide between life and death, the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi and the Three Masters of the Inner Sect are much more harmonious and fight a lot, but there is almost no life or death.

Whether it is the three heroes of the inner sect or the three ghosts of Xiangxi, they are all masters who have been excluded.

For Yuanshi, these three heroes are the last trump card. As long as the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi are contained, no matter what happens to Yuanshi in the end, as long as these three people are around, Yuanshi will have the confidence to restore its former prosperity.

The same is true for the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi to the Central Plains.

Whether it is the top master of the Yuan Dynasty or the top master of the Central Plains, everyone looks at each other most of the time and is rarely too far away from the Central Plains.

But the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi are different from the three heroes of the Inner Sect. These six people are rarely in the Central Plains, and most of them are running outside.

While improving your strength, you should also explore the situation around the Central Plains.

It is no exaggeration to say that these six people spend more time with each other than with their own sect members.

"What are you looking at?" Lao Shiba laughed when he saw everyone looking at him and Lao Si. Lao Wu's eyes looked wrong.

"What's wrong? Aren't you here to fight this time?"

The four girls Yang Xue and Youlan Zhuya felt strange.

Although they have not had much contact with the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi, they have not had much contact with them. The three of them know the characters of the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi.

Acting casually, these three people didn't care about anything.

They usually do what Zhongyuan arranges and they never think too much about it or ask too many questions.

To put it simply, immerse yourself in martial arts and be free in the world.

As for being a person, that certainly goes without saying.

The top masters who can be supported by the Central Plains will not waver in their determination to protect the Central Plains.

The original inheritance of these three people was arranged by the Condor Heroes, and they were also followers of the Condor Heroes.

The Eighteen Ghosts of Xiangxi were once able to compete with Master Zhang.

These people lived without fear of heaven or earth.

Unfortunately, a lot of people died later, and in the end there were only three people left. Their strength was greatly reduced and they were arranged outside the Central Plains. They only returned when they became stronger.

"Uncle Shiba...there's something wrong with you." Yang Xue looked at Ghost Shiba with a smile.

"You all know the situation in Zhongyuan and Yuanshi. If you take action forcefully at this time, you may be injured. This is not a good time."

"If something goes wrong somewhere else, you can't take care of it."

"This is not your style."

Gui Shiba took a sip of wine, waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Girl, don't worry, these three old guys from Yuanshi are no match for us."

"Talk about their little problems."

"no pressure."

"We are very powerful now."

As he spoke, he took a sip of wine with great confidence.

Hearing this, everyone's faces twitched. Although everyone knew the character of the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi, what they said was too arrogant.

It's okay that the three heroes of the inner sect are not here, but now the three heroes of the inner sect are sitting here.

The three heroes of the inner sect glanced at Gui Shiba with contempt on their faces.

Although he didn't speak a word, his eyes said everything.

"You don't accept it, right?" Seeing the three heroes of the inner sect acting like this, Gui Shiba glared at the three old guys and looked at them eagerly.

This action, this performance, seems like he will take action at the next moment.

Ghost Four and Ghost Five looked at the three heroes of the inner sect with smiles on their faces.

The meaning is obvious, if it doesn’t work, we will fight.

Anyway, sooner or later we have to fight.

Yang Xue and others, as well as Jing Bufan and others, looked confused at this time.

There is only one thought in everyone's mind, something is wrong, something is wrong.

The three ghosts in Xiangxi behaved abnormally, and the three heroes of the inner sect also behaved abnormally.

These six guys seemed to have to be beaten. They were chatting normally, but suddenly they became very angry.

It looks like it's intentional.

It's like an agreed-upon acting.

"I'm not as knowledgeable as you, but you're still in high spirits, aren't you!" Xiao Zhengchuan, one of the three heroes of the inner sect, shouted loudly and slammed the tabletop.

All the wine and banquets on the table were blown away.

"Come on, I can't beat you to death!"

The three ghosts from Xiangxi changed their expressions slightly, stood up suddenly, and started to drink loudly.

"Come on, come on... let's go."

"I can't kill you!"

"Who is afraid of whom?"

"..." (End of this chapter)