Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

"Human tragedy!"

"Ten villages are empty, people eat people."

"..."

Song Qingshu sat in the yard and kept thinking about what Qi Mu said before, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

He couldn't imagine this.

Under the moonlight, Song Qingshu's face was less energetic than before, and more inexplicable sadness.

He couldn't describe how it felt.

It can't be said that the reason is unclear.

In the past, he only knew that the world was in chaos in Wudang, but he never thought that it would be like Qi Mu said.

Whether it was at the foot of Wudang Mountain or going down Wudang Mountain with his father, he had never seen it before.

"Is this why the Wu-Tang Seven are rarely in Wu-Tang?"

Song Qingshu looked at the crescent moon hanging high for a long time, then stood up and walked towards the house.

"Maybe it's time for me to see the world."

That night he lay in bed and couldn't sleep for a long time.

The teachings of Grand Master, Father, Second Uncle, Fourth Uncle, Sixth Uncle, Seventh Uncle and others have been echoing in my mind.

Help the poor, punish evil and promote good...

The other side.

Yin Liting sat in the courtyard until late at night, glancing at the room where Song Qingshu was from time to time.

The worry in his eyes never diminished.

Although Song Qingshu has always been very smart, everyone in Wudang is very satisfied.

But the world is too chaotic now, and it was not the way they were back then.

"It's a little early."

"Why……"

"This kid is too young."

Yin Liting sighed. He was originally going to take Song Qingshu there and teach him along the way.

But the eldest brother, the second brother, and the fourth brother meant to let Song Qingshu realize it on his own.

In his eyes, no matter how much Song Qingshu's strength increases, he is still a child.

Not even 15 years old.

This night was not just Yin Liting's case.

On Wudang Mountain, Song Yuanqiao tossed and turned in the house, and unknowingly arrived outside the house of his third brother Yu Daiyan.

"Is it eldest brother?"

Yu Daiyan didn't sleep either. He also knew that Song Qingshu was going to travel alone.

"Third brother." Song Yuanqiao called out, with some worry in his words.

Open the door and light the candle in the room.

Yu Daiyan can understand Song Yuanqiao's worries. This world is not the same as theirs.

Moreover, Song Qingshu is still young.

"Brother, it's okay. Qingshu is very smart."

Song Yuanqiao helped Yu Daiyan up and nodded, but the worry in his eyes still lingered.

"This time is no better than last time."

"Last time it was by water, and the Sky Eagle Cult escorted us directly. There was no danger."

"But even if it's a waterway, it's still a matter of encountering Shaolin."

"I……"

"Why……"

He didn't know how to explain it. In the past, Song Qingshu was sensible in Wudang Mountain, and they were very happy.

No matter what Song Qingshu did down the mountain, they didn't care.

They all know that Wudang Mountain is fine.

But outside of Wudang, it's a completely different world.

"Brother, your child will have to go through this sooner or later when he gets older." Yu Daiyan was not worried.

Song Qingshu had been with him since childhood, and he loved Song Qingshu no less than Song Yuanqiao.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stayed up late at night.

Song Yuanqiao and Yu Daiyan both understood each other's worries.

But there is no choice.

Song Qingshu will have to go through this step sooner or later.

…

In an inn, Yu Lianzhou sat alone, reading a message from his sixth brother Yin Liting.

[Song Qingshu leaves tomorrow]

Although he sent a message to Song Qingshu to travel alone, he was still worried.

The same situation is also happening to Zhang Songxi, the Wudang Four Heroes.

In a dense forest with a fire, Zhang Songxi had a map in front of him.

Zhang Songxi kept sliding his fingers on it.

Every slide is the route from Hanyang to Shaolin.

"Nine mountains, 12 villages."

"Six Ferry."

"There has just been an uprising over there in Yuecheng!"

"..."

Zhang Songxi muttered and rubbed his forehead from time to time.

The road to Shaolin is indeed quite long.

"Qingshu, after this time, I hope you can transform."

"You were born in Wudang and can't see the bottom. This time you take a closer look."

"I know that you are free and easy by nature, yearning for the world and freedom, but do you know what you want, or what you want to do?"

"People always have some pursuits and goals in this life."

"After seeing this tragic situation in the world, do you still think Jianghu is good?"

"Don't blame Fourth Uncle for being cruel, there are some things you will have to experience sooner or later."

Zhang Songxi put away the map and looked at the people resting around him, his eyes pensive.

After a long time, he sighed.

"Hey...he is a child after all."

Zhang Songxi showed distress on his face, walked to the carrier pigeon not far away, picked up a letter, and then flew it out.

One, two, three...

A total of 5 homing pigeons.

"Eldest brother, second brother, we are children after all, so I still feel bad."

"We're still here, there's no rush."

After Zhang Songxi released the homing pigeon, he smiled bitterly, but he was still not cruel.

Although this opportunity is rare, Song Qingshu is still a child after all.

In which sect does such a young child travel around the world without the protection of his elders?

Zhang Songxi thought he was the only one like this, but that was not the case.

In Wudang Mountain, Song Yuanqiao and Yu Daiyan tried to persuade each other, but in the end they really sighed.

Feeling uneasy, I sent the message.

The same was true for Yu Lianzhou in the inn. He had also agreed to let Song Qingshu travel around the world.

But when Song Qingshu went out alone, he still felt uneasy.

After pondering for a long time, he finally sent the message.

Several people had similar ideas.

Song Qingshu is less than 15 years old.

Another reason is that they are all here and can take it easy.

They had watched Song Qingshu grow up, so it would be a lie to say he didn't feel sorry for him.

The next day, early morning.

In Ji Mansion.

Song Qingshu didn't sleep much that night, and he woke up at dawn.

After adjusting my mentality, I washed my face, practiced in the yard, and did a set of Wudang Changquan.

Soon after, Qi Mu walked in from outside.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was doing morning exercises without disturbing him, he was waiting aside.

"Old Qi, are you ready?" Song Qingshu finished the Wudang Changquan and asked Qi Mu to sit down.

Qi Mu smiled and said, "Young master, you are all ready."

"38 people together."

"38 people?" Song Qingshu thought about it: "That's a lot."

"If you have no worries and have a future, come with me, and forget about the rest."

"My journey has not been smooth."

He was very familiar with those people, and he often heard people talking about his family while on the ship.

Hearing this, Qi Mu quickly said: "Master, no need."

"We live a life on a knife edge. How can there be any truth in this?"

"This way everyone feels..."

Song Qingshu knew what Qi Mu was going to say, and raised his hand slightly to stop Qi Mu from continuing.

"I know everyone lives on a knife's edge."

"But some things are unnecessary."

"38 people are too many. There will be a lot of interrogations by Yuan soldiers along the way, and it will be difficult for us to hurry."

"I'm not saying that everyone is afraid of death, but it's just not necessary."

"Young Master..." Qi Mu wanted to say something else. He was really worried about Song Qingshu's safety.

It's not a short distance to Shaolin.

Anywhere beyond Jiangnan is not within the scope of the Sky Eagle Sect, and it is difficult to deal with any problems.

Song Qingshu smiled and said: "Okay."

"Do as I say."

Seeing Song Qingshu's persistence, Qi Mu felt helpless in his eyes.

He knew Song Qingshu's character, so persuasion was useless.

"good."

"I'll do it right away."

After Song Qingshu explained everything, he stood up and walked towards his sixth uncle Yin Liting.

Originally, he wanted to see what else Uncle Six could explain.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Six had already left.

"When did my sixth uncle leave?" Song Qingshu asked a servant of Ji Mansion.

The servant shook his head: "Yin Liuxia had already left when we came here."

Seeing this, Song Qingshu didn't ask any questions.

At noon.

A steady drizzle.

Song Qingshu left Hanyang with 12 guards including Qi Mu.

At this time, everyone changed their costumes, each with a fast horse and a bamboo hat.

On a hillside outside the city, Yin Liting, wearing a bamboo hat and holding a horse, watched Song Qingshu and others leave.

His eyes were filled with relief.

"12 Guards."

"They are all carefree and have a future."

"good!"

Yin Liting looked at the direction in which the people were leaving and laughed.

"This direction? Bluestone Ferry?"

"Fourth brother really guessed right."

"Qi Mu and others are all good at water. It is indeed much safer to go that way."

"Good plan."

"But there are people over there now who are revolting and are encircling and suppressing the rebellious party."

"It's not peaceful."