Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

"Chen Youliang..."

"Hosting?"

When Yuan Qing heard the announcement, a sense of powerlessness suddenly rose in his face and heart.

Yuan Qing was like this, and so were the others in the Yuan room.

Now they finally understood what Song Qingshu meant by showdown and waiting.

Wang Baobao left the military camp in chaos, and coupled with the chaos in Mongolia, Chen Youliang presided over the Xinghe War. This battle was impossible to fight.

Yuan Qing wanted to go over to preside over and persuade, but he said nothing.

He himself is not a fighting material, and he is not familiar with the generals in the army. It is better to ignore it and make random arrangements.

"You can send a message to most of them. It's useless for me to go there." Yuan Qing looked at the white moonlight and waved his hand.

The crescent moon hangs high and the moonlight is hazy, as if it has covered the earth with a piece of white sand.

He had no intention of admiring such beautiful scenery. The situation that was originally a sure victory changed at this moment.

At this time, a dark cloud in the sky covered the crescent moon, and the person who sent the message disappeared into the dark night.

All this seems to indicate the haze after Yuanshi.

"Huhu..." Jing Bufan looked at the covered moonlight, and a burst of inner energy from his right hand directly ignited a pile of weeds not far away.

Suddenly, the dark night was ignited again.

The breeze blew, and the burning flames swayed with the wind, and the flames spread.

The originally refreshing breeze was like a biting cold wind to Yuan Shi at this moment, and the temperature of the flames seemed to give everyone a little warmth.

The firelight shone on the faces of Song Qingshu and others.

Yang Xue and Youlan Zhuya had calm faces. Only Song Qingshu looked at the tensed-looking people in the Yuan room with a smile.

"Even if Chen Youliang eats these 50,000 troops, the losses will be huge." Jing Bufan's deep voice sounded.

He never expected that Chen Youliang would abandon the main battlefield and come here.

Chen Youliang, Zhu Yuanzhang...these two are mortal enemies.

Chen Youliang came here to give Zhu Yuanzhang a chance.

The three marshals of the Central Plains, Qi Mu, Zhu Yuanzhang, and Chen Youliang, are all beings that the Yuanshi army must treat with caution.

Chen Youliang is now in charge of Xinghe. Although the two sides have not yet fought, the momentum of the Yuanshi army has been greatly reduced, and he himself was in chaos first.

Before the person arrives, the name comes first.

This is the reputation!

This battle... Yuanshi absolutely cannot fight, and it may be impossible to fight.

"I know." Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders, slowly sat down and leaned against the big tree, looking at the dark night sky.

"So I said I wanted to talk to you."

Jing Bufan was silent for a few seconds: "What are you talking about..."

Song Qingshu turned to look at Jing Bufan. Under the firelight, the shadow of the flames swayed back and forth on Jing Bufan's frowning face, but his abyss-like eyes did not waver at all, just looking straight at Song Qingshu.

This was the first time that Song Qingshu saw Jing Bufan like this. He was nervous and indifferent at the same time, and mixed with a trace of unclear determination.

"The Imperial City is fighting with us." Song Qingshu also looked directly at Jing Bufan without any hesitation, his eyes were firmer than ever before.

"I mentioned it to you before, but you refused."

"This time...are you still refusing?"

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky that blocked the crescent moon dispersed, and the silver moonlight once again covered the earth, shining on the faces of everyone in the Yuan Room.

Everyone's faces were filled with astonishment.

"Fight." A startled voice rang out amid the sizzling sounds of burning trees.

The voice was not loud, but it was filled with confusion and confusion.

They didn't expect that Song Qingshu's purpose was just to have a fight with them, it was so simple.

They all thought that Song Qingshu's key problem was Zhang Wuji.

This is the source of everyone's embarrassment and Jing Bufan's embarrassment.

If the army does not encircle and suppress Zhang Wuji, it is equivalent to letting Zhang Wuji help Qi Mu and others deal with the thirteen people who practice the Long Snake Sutra in Yuanshi. This is unfair to the people in Yuanshi who practice the Long Snake Sutra.

On one side is the army, on the other is the foundation of the future martial arts, so everyone is in a dilemma.

"I didn't want to embarrass you." Song Qingshu said amidst the shock and confusion of everyone in the Yuan Dynasty.

"I can indeed ask you to order the Yuanshi army not to surround Zhang Wuji, but then there will be problems for the people in the Yuanshi who practice the Long Snake Sutra."

"Army, martial arts...it's not a good choice, I understand."

Saying that, Song Qingshu looked at Jing Bufan with a smile: "Old Jing, you promised to spare the lives of Qi Mu and others, to give Wang He, a whip comparable to the Yitian Sword, and to keep Wudang incense. I will remember this."

"I won't force you to make a choice."

"I just have to fight one fight, one fight, and this time you have to fight."

"This is a matter between the martial arts of both sides and has nothing to do with the armies of both sides."

Jing Bufan showed a smile, which was a bit sighing and a bit sincere: "It's me who is narrow-minded."

"Song Qingshu has his own pride and bottom line."

"Thanks."

Song Qingshu laughed loudly. At this moment, he and Jing Bufan had a feeling of sympathy: "No, I'm so embarrassed for you to be like this."

"If it were you, you wouldn't force me, right?"

"Everyone has each other."

At this moment, everyone laughed, including Yang Xue and Youlan Zhuya, as well as everyone else in the Yuan room.

Many times they don't understand the decisions made by Jing Bufan and Song Qingshu, but they all respect them.

Although these people say that taking action means life and death, the bottom line is that they are always proud.

After the laughter, Jing Bufan took a long breath, feeling the temperature brought by the burning flames, and patted it, directly extinguishing the surrounding flames.

I saw that the originally burning flame was extinguished in an instant, and traces of white frost and crystals appeared on the unburned weeds and trees.

Under the moonlight, these crystals are particularly dazzling.

"I don't want to fight."

Jing Bufan's voice was not loud, mixed with a bit of helplessness and sigh.

Everyone looked at the flames extinguished by Jing Bufan, as well as the white frost and crystals formed due to the release of internal energy, and their eyes were focused.

The crystals illuminated by the faint moonlight were particularly dazzling at this moment.

The inner energy is released outward, and while extinguishing the flames, it can also solidify instantly, and it can be done from a distance.

This strength, internal strength, is shocking.

Whether it's Yuan Shi, Song Qingshu and others, everyone is like this.

Strong...very strong!

Yuan Shi knew that Jing Bufan used the Long Snake Scripture in this casual attack. It seemed that this was not a casual attack, but a message to Song Qingshu about his strength.

A fight...is Song Qingshu sure?

If everyone doesn't make a move, they can have a good time drinking and joking, but once they make a move, it will be a fight to the death.

The Imperial City...that's not the wilderness.

Once a battle starts in the Imperial City, there will be countless people watching the battle. They cannot just fight and then stop like they did in the wilderness before, or stop when the time is enough to achieve some goal.

In the Imperial City... there will definitely be a fight to the death, victory or defeat.

"I don't understand why you want to fight, unless you are sure of winning, do you? Song Qingshu!" Jing Bufan looked at Song Qingshu in the distance, staring at the water droplets with a thoughtful expression on his face, and his deep voice sounded.

"I, Yuan Qing, Yuan Zhe, all three of us have the Long Snake Sutra."

"At our level, you know exactly what you stand for."

"We don't dare to face your master, but Ximen Ouyang and Shaolin Sandu, we dare to fight!"

There are warnings and exhortations in this word.

Because of Song Qingshu's respect and frankness, Jing Bufan also revealed his trump card.

He didn't want to fight Song Qingshu, he really didn't want to.

Jianghu is Jianghu, martial arts is martial arts, and the imperial court is imperial court.

He knew very well that the Yuan Dynasty's court was hopeless, the Central Plains had already won, and there was no need for Song Qingshu to take risks.

Song Qingshu left a way out for the Yuan clan martial arts, and he also left the incense of Wang He to Wudang.

These people must fight, but it must not be the imperial city.

Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya and the other girls all looked at Song Qingshu.

Jing Bufan's strength exceeded their expectations. Before, they only speculated whether Jing Bufan and others were practicing, or to what extent.

Now Jing Bufan took action and told them clearly.

"Hit!" Song Qingshu stood up and straightened his body, looking deeply at Jing Bufan and everyone in the Yuan room.

"I can win!"

"I am sure!"

Jing Bufan just looked at Song Qingshu without saying a word.

He saw determination and fire in Song Qingshu's eyes.

No matter whether Song Qingshu can win or not, Song Qingshu will fight for a purpose that he doesn't know.

"What will happen if we don't fight!" Ba Gucang looked at Song Qingshu with solemn eyes.

"A battle in the Imperial City will not do us any good. Since you dare to fight, you must have a trump card."

"Both sides were seriously injured, which is not good for us."

"Even if these 50,000 troops die, I don't want to fight."

"The Yuanshi is finished. These 50,000 troops will either die here or elsewhere."

"It's not worth it to Yuanshi Wulin!"

Yuan Qing, Yuan Zhe, Luo Ying, and Luo Xun were all silent.

Although Bagu Cang's words were cruel, they were facts and were not worth it to the Yuanshi Wulin.

Now in the Central Plains, Yuanshi's army and they can't save it. All they can do is protect Yuanshi's martial arts world, and that's all they can do.

"Go straight to Mongolia!" Song Qingshu's voice sounded almost without any emotion.

"After Chen Youliang eats these 50,000 people, I will let him cooperate with the Sky Eagle Cult to attack Mongolia."

"Believe me, Mongolia is in chaos now and there is no time to set up defenses."

"If that happens, I don't need to say more about the consequences."

"After that, your martial arts world will indeed be preserved, but it will lose its roots. The four great Khans of Mongolia will have objections to you. Everyone knows what this means."

"If a martial arts community is not recognized by the people and the court, and is contradicted, then you are just rats crossing the street."

"I don't want to touch Mongolia, I really don't, so the Sky Eagle Sect is just making trouble, not killing."

"If you force me, I have no choice."

Hearing this, everyone in the Yuan room took a deep breath, and even Jing Bufan looked at Song Qingshu in disbelief.

Everything was released at this moment.

Everything Qi Mu did in Mongolia was to force them to fight Song Qingshu in the imperial city.

However, they couldn't refuse yet.

After the Yuan Dynasty was destroyed, Mongolia was everyone's last retreat and their last root.

If Mongolia was invaded and fell into war because of them, Mongolia would not be able to tolerate martial arts people like them.

In the battle between Chen Youliang and Xinghe, will Chen Youliang win?

Everyone has the answer in their hearts, they will definitely win, it just depends on the price.

Even if Chen Youliang doesn't have many people left in the end, once their army attacks Mongolia, Mongolia will fall into war.

War... This is something no one wants to see.

There are corpses and hatred under the horses' hooves.

Zhongyuan said that because the war was already in ruins, Song Qingshu could not care about the war, and at most it would last longer, but they could not.

There was no large-scale war in Mongolia from beginning to end.

Once it fell into chaos, Chen Youliang, Qi Mu, and Shuangshuai took charge of the battlefield, and with the military support behind Shen Wansan, it was difficult for Mongolia.

Regardless of winning or losing, at least it will be difficult for the Mongolian people to live a good life in the short term.

On the main battlefield in the Central Plains, Zhu Yuanzhang is actually enough. Now the Yuanshi has been retreating steadily and has lost all momentum.

"Don't you think about going to the Central Plains?" Jing Bufan smiled helplessly: "War is not a good thing for anyone."

"Although the Central Plains is indeed in dire need, your actions will only deepen the suffering."

Song Qingshu did not respond, but said directly: "Tell me the answer."

"To fight...or not to fight!"

"If you agree, I will let Chen Youliang pick up Zhang Wuji and leave immediately. Mongolia will stop immediately."

"I will ask the Sky Eagle Sect and Shen Wansan to compensate for the slaughtered livestock and collapsed tents. No one was hurt on the Mongolian side. Everything can be discussed."

"I will let Zhao Min deal with the aftermath."

"First, since Zhao Min is Zhang Wuji's wife, I will consider her. Once Zhao Min handles the aftermath, her status in Mongolia will improve."

"Second, Zhao Min will become the link between Mongolia and the Central Plains. As long as Zhao Min does not die, there will be no major conflicts there."

"You know who I am. The fact that I can do so much already represents my determination."

"Whether it's the Mongolian Sky Eagle Cult, Chen Youliang, or Shen Wansan, in order to force you to fight with me, I've moved too many things, many of them have died, and I've spent countless money. I can't stop. "

Hearing this, everyone in the Yuan Dynasty looked at each other, even though Song Qingshu was forcing them to fight.

But they had to admire the arrangement.

Once Zhao Min dealt with the aftermath and compensated Mongolia, Zhao Min indeed became the link between Mongolia and the Central Plains.

Even if there is a conflict between the Central Plains martial arts community and the Mongolian martial arts community in the future, Zhao Min will be able to adjust it and prevent large-scale incidents from happening.

Zhao Min... Zhang Wuji's daughter-in-law, Song Qingshu's sister-in-law, this identity is enough for Zhao Min to be respected by everyone in the Central Plains.

In this way, the Mongolian martial arts will continue no matter what, Zhao Min is alive...the Mongolian martial arts is here.

This is Song Qingshu's guarantee to everyone.

If it were anyone else, maybe everyone would be suspicious, but no one would be suspicious of Zhao Min.

Zhao Min is the princess of Yuanshi, and her status is very high even in Mongolia. It is true that Zhao Min likes Zhang Wuji, but she always has Yuanshi and Mongolia in her heart.

At the same time, they knew Zhang Wuji’s experience with Zhao Min, and everyone also knew Zhang Wuji’s temperament, strength, and influence.

Moreover, Zhao Min has a good relationship with Yin Li.

Yin Li...this is the future successor of the Central Plains.

"Fight." Bagu Cang shook his head bitterly. Although he didn't know what Song Qingshu was doing, they had no choice now.

Song Qingshu had forced them to have no choice, and had already chosen an escape route for them.

No matter from which aspect, they have no reason to refuse.

If they had not fought, Zhao Min would not have been able to clean up the aftermath of the Sky Eagle Sect's incident in Mongolia, nor would he have been recognized by the Sky Eagle Sect or even the entire Central Plains for this matter.

In this way, even if there is a conflict between Yuanshi Wulin and Zhongyuan Wulin in the future, Zhao Min will not be able to mediate it.

"Even if I really die, I admit that at least Yuanshi's martial arts will be fine." Seeing that everyone was silent, Bagu Cang smiled freely, took out the wine bottle on his waist, took a sip of wine, and spoke again: "We are doing this Isn't it just for the continuation of the martial arts world in the future?"

"We all know Princess Zhao Min's temperament. If Princess Zhao Min is recognized by the Central Plains and other forces take action against the Yuanshi Wulin, even if the Yuanshi Wulin is really defeated, Princess Zhao Min will definitely seek help from the Central Plains people."

"no?"

"Of course, it's hard to say how to get it."

"Ha ha……"

With that said, Bagu Cang took another sip of wine, his smile was a bit nostalgic, he looked up at the sky, and he seemed to see Zhao Min's once weird look.

"That girl Zhao Min has found a good home."

"Good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bagu Cang threw the wine bottle directly to Yuan Qing aside, and said with a smile: "Isn't that right, Your Majesty?"

"You old thing." Yuan Qing took the wine bottle and glanced at Bagu Cang with a smile.

Gugu...

Gugu...

"Let's fight, Master Song has already thought of a way out for us, there's no reason to refuse." After Yuan Qing took a few sips, he smiled and threw the flask to Luo Ying behind him.

After the two brothers Luo Ying and Luo Xun drank, they threw it to Yuan Zhe.

Under the moonlight, the wine pot was passed among the people in the Yuan room, first Yuan Qing, then Luo Ying, the two Luo Xun brothers, and then Yuan Zhe.

Everyone's faces were somewhat free and indifferent.

It seems that all the pressure is in the jug. The wine accompanying the jug is getting less and less, and everyone's pressure is getting less and less.

When Yuan Zhe handed the wine bottle to Jing Bufan, he wiped the water droplets from the corner of his mouth and grinned.

"In the past, you made the choice and we implemented it. This time we make the choice and you cooperate with us."

"beat!"

"No matter what the purpose of this little bastard Song Qingshu is, we have already protected Wulin."

"Isn't it?"

"Whether it's injured, seriously injured, or dead, we're willing to do it."

"This mess in the Central Plains must end."

"Come...drink!"

Jing Bufan took the wine bottle and looked at the smiles on everyone's faces. He suddenly felt that the bottomless wine bottle in his hand was extremely heavy.

He knew that he had no right to refuse and had no choice.

Everyone knows their own scruples and embarrassments, so everyone chooses on their behalf.

He... really had no choice.

Song Qingshu gave him no choice. The Yuan Dynasty army, the Yuan Dynasty Wulin, the Four Mongolian Khans... all roads were blocked.

No matter which choice you make... there will be a price, and the price is huge.

Under the moonlight, Jing Bufan slowly lifted the wine bottle. He had never felt that a small wine bottle could be so heavy. It was so heavy that it was extremely slow for him to lift it high.

The wine flowed down the jug, and Jing Bufan just let the wine in the jug flow into his mouth.

At this moment, Jing Bufan's choked voice seemed to come out, and his eyes remained on the crescent moon.

Everyone in the Yuan Room looked at Jing Bufan in front of them, and their hearts suddenly shook. There was a hint of complexity in their eyes. They saw the loneliness and desolation that they shouldn't have in Jing Bufan. The successor of the Yuan Room seemed to have lost something, something extremely important. s things.

This feeling is indescribable and unclear.

When the last drop of wine fell into Jing Bufan's mouth, his eyes changed. They were no longer complicated or hesitant, but were replaced by unprecedented determination.

In the night sky, the crescent moon seemed to be no longer a crescent moon, and he saw the figure of Qin Jiu, the successor of the martial arts world.

The stars in the sky are no longer stars, but the prosperity of the Mongolian martial arts in the future. Every bright spot is filled with familiar figures and juniors.

"With such beautiful scenery, it is indeed a good day for a fight."

"Song, please tell me the time."

"A battle in the imperial city, fight!" (End of this chapter)