Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

"He can't run away." Leng Qian's words were very calm, with strong confidence in his eyes.

Song Qingshu looked at Leng Qian in front of him, knowing that persuasion was useless.

Mingjiao is determined to go to Shaolin.

"I see."

"I will send a message to Shaolin."

"Okay." Leng Qian responded and stood up to leave without saying much.

He could see Song Qingshu's dissatisfaction.

But he didn't blame Song Qingshu, he himself could understand.

After all, Shaolin is a well-known and upright sect, while Mingjiao is a cult in the eyes of many people.

"Mingjiao, Shaolin." Song Qingshu looked at Leng Qian leaving, his face completely gloomy.

He never expected that the Ming Society would go to Shaolin at this time.

Now that all the masters from various sects have gone to the Western Regions, this time is very sensitive.

"Cheng Kun!"

"What does this guy want to do?"

Song Qingshu had always been wary of Cheng Kun, who was obsessed with the destruction of the Ming Cult.

This time there might be another conspiracy.

But he couldn't solve this conspiracy.

The people of Mingjiao are proud, whether it is Wu Sanren, Yang Xiao, his grandfather, uncle...

Although the Mingjiao knew that there were Sandu monks in Shaolin, they still thought they could solve it.

He knew very well that he couldn't be persuaded.

Leng Qian came here just to ask, not to ask for his opinion at all, and he didn't have the weight to do so.

Grandpa’s visit to Wudang Mountain has already explained everything.

"Can you defeat Shaolin?" Song Qingshu remained skeptical about the strength of Mingjiao.

There is a Sandu Divine Monk in Shaolin, whose strength goes without saying.

During this trip to the Western Regions, many people did go to Shaolin Temple, but there were also many people who stayed in Shaolin.

"Yang Xiao, Wu Sanren, grandpa..."

"It's difficult."

Song Qingshu was extremely worried. He didn't think these people could defeat the Sandu Divine Monk.

"This battle is inevitable."

Song Qingshu sighed, stood up and walked towards the house.

Since Grandpa White-browed Eagle King asked Leng Qian to come over, he would write a letter and do what he should do.

As for the results...

He had already guessed it.

Shaolin Temple allows Mingjiao to investigate, this is the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Totally impossible.

Soon...

Song Qing finished writing the letter and sent it directly to Shaolin.

After doing all this, he pondered.

He didn't care about the life or death of the Ming Cult. What he cared about was his grandfather, the White-browed Eagle King, his uncle, the Yin Ye King, and the people of the Sky Eagle Cult.

Grandpa and uncle must not go.

At least my uncle can't go, and it will be difficult to protect himself if he goes.

If you force your way into Shaolin, minor injuries are considered the best outcome. Severe injuries are a certainty, and it might lead to death.

"How to persuade?"

"How to persuade? This time the Sky Eagle Sect really cannot join the Ming Sect."

Song Qingshu was very troubled by this problem.

Uncle Yin Ye Wang was injured twice because of Cheng Kun. Now that he has a chance to take revenge, how can he bear it?

The same is true for my grandfather, the White-browed Eagle King.

Tell grandpa, they and the Mingjiao can't defeat Shaolin? This is bullshit.

Are you saying this is Cheng Kun's conspiracy? Maybe everyone believes it, but they don't care. They believe they have the strength to solve it.

Mingjiao is not afraid of Shaolin from the bottom of their hearts and feels that they have the ability to overthrow Shaolin.

This is in line with the character of those people in Mingjiao. They are not afraid of heaven and earth. I have always been the best in the world.

A sleepless night...

Song Qingshu thought a lot that night. He needed to stop his grandfather and uncle from going to Shaolin.

Must be stopped.

Early in the morning, it was just dawn.

Zhang Wuji was already busy outside, tidying up the medicine shop outside.

"Brother Qingshu..."

When Zhang Wuji saw Song Qingshu getting up, he smiled and said hello.

Song Qingshu walked over slowly, looked at Zhang Wuji and smiled: "I'm leaving."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji was stunned.

Walk?

Didn’t Brother Qingshu say he wouldn’t return to Wudang until the end of the year? Why are you in such a hurry?

Although he had many questions, he didn't ask any questions.

He guessed something must have happened.

"OK."

"When I get better, I'll go back to Wudang."

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji for a long time, and finally said slowly: "Well, send me a message when you are healed."

"I'll come back to see you after I'm done."

"Okay." Zhang Wuji didn't ask anything. Although there was a smile on his face, there was some reluctance in his eyes.

"I'll take you out."

Song Qingshu didn't refuse, and the two of them walked outside one after the other.

Zhang Wuji sent Song Qingshu far away for half an hour.

Next to a creek, Song Qingshu stopped.

"Let's go back."

Zhang Wuji composed himself, finally nodded, and headed towards Butterfly Valley alone.

Song Qingshu found a place to sit down and watched Zhang Wuji leave with complicated eyes.

These days, he had thought more than once about taking the Nine Yang Divine Art and throwing it directly to Zhang Wuji.

But in the end, he endured it.

He didn't have the ability to find the Nine Yang Divine Skill before, but now he has it.

There is no problem at all in finding the Nine Yang Divine Art.

But he was afraid, he was afraid of changing Zhang Wuji's growth trajectory.

Once it changes, many things will also change.

The Nine-Yang Magic is only the foundation of Zhang Wuji's success. Behind it, there are also cloth bags that Wu San people can't say are monks.

There is also the Great Luo Shift of the Universe.

Zhang Wuji was able to achieve the Nine-Yang Divine Art entirely because of Monk Bu Dai and Cheng Kun!

Zhang Wuji was so excited that he knew Cheng Kun was the murderer of his adoptive father Xie Xun's family, and desperately wanted to break through the bag.

Only then did the universe shift.

There are so many coincidences here.

If he changes, many things are unknown. Zhang Wuji cannot become the leader of the Mingjiao, the Mingjiao cannot be unified, and uprisings everywhere will lead to chaos.

When the Yuanshi will be destroyed is another question.

There are too many, too many unknowns.

He is not worried about the country and the people, but the people in the world are suffering too much.

The world is too chaotic.

It's not that he doesn't feel sorry for Zhang Wuji, but Zhang Wuji must be strong, otherwise he will be in big trouble.

Nine Yang Magic, Xie Xun, these are all troubles.

Especially Xie Xun, Zhang Wuji couldn't avoid this trouble. Either he would be caught and threatened by Xie Xun, or he would watch Xie Xun die in front of him like his parents.

"Boy, just wait a few more years."

"Why……"

Song Qingshu sighed, stood up and walked towards the distance.

Butterfly Valley is not far away.

When Song Qingshu arrived, Qi Mu was already waiting there.

Qi Mu saw Song Qingshu running over quickly, his face extremely anxious.

"Sir, what happened?"

He rushed over after receiving Song Qingshu's letter. Song Qingshu's letter was too urgent.

Nothing was said in it.

The two of them sat down directly on the side, and Song Qingshu said: "Tell me about the situation of the Beggar Clan."

Qi Mu said in a deep voice: "It's very messy."

"A lot of people have been killed by the Beggar Gang recently. I don't know who did it."

"Mingjiao!" Song Qingshu said in a deep voice.

"Leng Qian is pushing from behind. He is the one doing everything recently."

"I guess it was grandpa who found Leng Qian."

Qi Mu was shocked: "Leng Qian, one of the five scattered people."

"Yes." Song Qingshu nodded and said extremely seriously: "You should return to the headquarters of the Sky Eagle Sect immediately."

"Tell grandpa and uncle Yin Yewang that I am going to the Western Regions."

"Alone!"

"What!" Qi Mu stood up suddenly and looked at Song Qingshu in shock.

"no."

"no."

"Sir, you can't go to the Western Region, it's too dangerous there."

"You can't go."

Song Qingshu pinched Qi Mu's arm fiercely, his tone extremely serious.

"you listen to me."

Qi Mu is very aware of the dangers in the Western Region, and neither the Tianying Sect nor Wudang wants Song Qingshu to go there.

"Son..."

"You really can't go."

"I really can't go."

Although Song Qingshu's face was serious at this time, he was still persuading.

The Western Region is really not good.

"Old Qi!" Song Qingshu shouted sharply: "Listen to me!"

Hearing this, Qi Mu was shocked. He was stunned. He had never seen Song Qingshu like this.

There was anxiety, worry, and helplessness in Song Qingshu's eyes.

"Sir...what happened?"

Song Qingshu's deep voice sounded: "The Ming Cult is going to Shaolin."

"Force it."

"The Sky Eagle Cult cannot be involved."

Qi Mu looked puzzled. Mingjiao forced his way into Shaolin, now?

Now many people from Shaolin have gone to the Western Regions, including various sects?

What does Mingjiao want to do?

"Why!"

"Cheng Kun!" Song Qingshu responded: "Leng Qian found out Cheng Kun's whereabouts, and he is in Shaolin."

"So they are looking for people from Shaolin."

"Shaolin will not investigate for them. Even if the person is really in Shaolin, Shaolin will handle it himself."

"Grandpa, White-browed Eagle King, has gone to Wudang. My great master is in seclusion. He will definitely not be able to come out."

"So, they just have to force their way in."

Qi Mu was shocked and forced his way into Shaolin.

He had been to Shaolin with Song Qingshu before, and he knew what was going on in Shaolin, including the three-level monks and the leaders of all major schools.

There are also Shaolin disciples, there are many Shaolin people.

"It's hard!"

"Young Master doesn't want the leader and King Yin Ye to get involved."

"So, the young master wants to go to the Western Region by himself and ask the leader and King Yingye to come and protect you."

"Yes!" Song Qingshu responded directly: "The Sky Eagle Sect cannot go to Shaolin."

"Now that various sects have gone to the Western Regions, Mingjiao going to Shaolin at this time will give people the feeling of wanting to destroy Shaolin."

"As for Cheng Kun, in the eyes of many people, it may be just an excuse for Mingjiao."

Qi Mu frowned: "Master, what do you think?"

"Fake? Or real?"

"It's not important." Song Qingshu said solemnly: "Whether it's true or false, it's not important."

"The price is too high."

"It's definitely best to catch Cheng Kun, but if you can't, have you thought about the consequences?"

Hearing this, Qi Mu broke out in cold sweat.

It's easy to find.

What if Cheng Kun can't be found?

That is the Ming Cult, and the Tianying Cult unites to destroy Shaolin.

Regardless of the outcome of Shaolin, the major sects will definitely seek revenge as soon as they return.

The Sky Eagle Sect bears the brunt!

"Sir, what do you mean?"

Song Qingshu said seriously: "I don't think they can catch Cheng Kun at all!"

"Even in Shaolin, they can't find it!"

"Shaolin is not as simple as they think."

"I know." Qi Mu has now guessed Song Qingshu's thoughts.

Mingjiao cannot take Shaolin.

Although he knew that Mingjiao was very powerful and felt that he could take down Shaolin.

But now that Song Qingshu was so sure, he was shaken.

Song Qingshu is a direct descendant of Wudang, so he definitely knows more than him.

The Ming Cult cannot take down Shaolin, and the Sky Eagle Cult is in trouble after following them through this muddy water.

"Sir, why don't you tell the leader?"

"Maybe……"

Song Qingshu shook his head: "There are some things that can't be said."

"Mingjiao's Yang Xiao, Wu San people, plus the Five Elements Flag, and Grandpa White-Brow Eagle King, do you think they will be afraid of Shaolin?"

Qi Mu shook his head for a while, definitely not afraid.

Even though Song Qingshu now explained that the teachings could not defeat Shaolin, he still had a hint of doubt.

Others said this, even if they beat him to death, they wouldn't believe it.

"knew."

"I will now be at the headquarters of the Sky Eagle Cult."

"Sir, are you...really going to the Western Regions?"

"Yes." Song Qingshu nodded helplessly: "I have no choice but to go."

"If I don't go to the Western Regions, none of my grandpa and uncle will come with me."

"I'm going. At least one person must come. Others can't do anything to me. My status is a bit special."

"I'll wait for you at Hanyuan Ferry. We'll leave together in three days."

"Do you know what to say?"

Qi Mu chuckled: "I understand, the young master is determined to have his own way, and we can't stop him at all."

"Young master can't kill his enemy Cheng Kun with his own hands, so he wants to go to the Western Regions to seek revenge from the Diamond Gate."

"When people learn martial arts, if their mood is not good, big problems will arise."

"I came back to report the news when I had the chance."

"The enemy." Song Qingshu gave Qi Mu an appreciative look.

"It can be exaggerated a little."

"Just say that I learned how to use poison from Hu Qingniu, so I won't be afraid even if I meet a master."

"In a word, I am very proud and arrogant now. With my strength and the use of poison, I am not afraid of anyone."

Qi Mu nodded repeatedly: "I understand, I understand."

"I go now."

"I'll go find the young master after I'm done with it."

When Song Qingshu saw Qi Mu leaving, he also left alone.

He has no control over the Ming Cult going to Shaolin to seek death, as long as the Sky Eagle Cult is fine.

As for whether Cheng Kun's appearance in Shaolin was a coincidence or a conspiracy, he didn't care at all.

Shaolin, Mingjiao, who dies and who lives, has nothing to do with him.

According to his estimation, this is probably another conspiracy. Cheng Kun is not a good guy, and his whereabouts will not be exposed so easily.

Of course, this is also his guess, and it has little to do with him anyway.

"Forcibly break into Shaolin?"

"You are looking for death. I hope you have better luck and don't die too much."

Song Qingshu hummed a little tune, looking unconcerned.

If Mingjiao dies, then he will die.

There is no death in Jianghu that day, it is so normal for people to die.

Song Qingshu looked relaxed here.

On Wudang's side, Song Qingshu's seventh uncle Mo Shenggu was in a dilemma.

He had just sent away the White-browed Eagle King.

White-browed Eagle King explained Cheng Kun's affairs in Shaolin and hoped to see the master to discuss what to do.

But the master has already retreated, and he had previously told him not to disturb him.

Mo Shenggu guessed what the White-browed Eagle King was thinking. He estimated that the White-browed Eagle King wanted to ask people to investigate in Shaolin.

This is dangerous.

After the attack on Hong Maple Forest, Shaolin and other major sects jointly went to the Western Regions.

There are two reasons why we set the time in three months.

First, each major sect does need time to repair.

Second, Shaolin is calling back people to prepare for sneak attacks.

Shaolin disciples who were originally scattered in the world have all returned to Shaolin with their identities hidden.

At this time, Shaolin seems to have lost a number of masters, but it is actually more powerful than before.

It’s no joke that Shaolin disciples are all over the world, there are so many Shaolin people.

There may not be many top players, but there are really many second-rate players.

"Forget it, I'll send a message to Qingshu and ask him to find a way to persuade him."

Mo Shenggu sighed, this kind of thing was a secret and he couldn't possibly tell the White-browed Eagle King.

The only way now is to let Song Qingshu persuade the White-browed Eagle King and wait for the master to come out of seclusion.

Everyone else has gone to the Western Regions, and now he is the only one in Wudang, and he can't leave.