Chapter 92, the precursor to the siege of Guangmingding

Chapter 92, the precursor to the siege of Guangmingding

A courtyard in Wudang.

This is where Qi Mu lives. He had already come to Wudang after Song Qingshu's accident.

It's been half a year now.

He has been worried about Song Qingshu's situation these days.

He didn't expect Song Qingshu to be so seriously injured.

"Senior Brother Song..."

"Senior Brother Song..."

Qi Mu heard the shouting outside, and ran out with extremely excited eyes.

Not far away, I saw Song Qingshu, wearing a loose Taoist robe, slowly walking over.

"Son..."

Qi Mu quickly ran over. Originally he had many, many things to say, but now he couldn't say a word when he saw Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu saw a lot in Qi Mu's eyes, worry, excitement, etc...

"Lao Qi, I'm fine."

"Go in and talk."

"Okay, okay, okay." Qi Mu said three good words in a row.

He had been wanting to find Song Qingshu these days, but finally held back.

People in Wudang said that Song Qingshu was in very bad condition and had no internal strength.

The two of them entered the house directly.

Qi Mu looked at Song Qingshu without saying a word, he didn't know what to say.

Song Qingshu was just about to pour tea when Qi Mu took the initiative and said with a smile: "Young Master, I'll do it."

Song Qingshu picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"I'm fine."

"The internal strength is recovering, don't worry."

"Tell grandpa and uncle that I'm fine, I'm fine."

Qi Mu was stunned for a moment and grabbed Song Qingshu's hand, extremely excited.

"Sir, it's true."

"alright?"

"back to normal?"

"That's great, great..."

"Very good."

"..."

His words were incoherent, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.

"You're taking revenge on me, right? Let go..." Song Qingshu felt the pain coming from his arm and cursed with a smile.

"Ah..." Qi Mu smiled naively and quickly stopped.

Song Qingshu knew that Qi Mu was worried about him, so he explained his situation.

Grandpa and uncle need to reassure them.

"I still need a few more years."

"Don't worry."

Qi Mu didn't care about time, as long as he could recover.

"It would be great if the young master can recover."

"Do you have any other instructions, Master?"

Song Qingshu smiled and shook his head slightly: "I have nothing to do."

"How about the Sky Eagle Cult?"

Qi Mu said: "Very good, we have already given them what we promised Tang Yang."

"Everything is fine."

"It's just that the uprising failed."

"Yes." Song Qingshu responded without paying much attention.

Too many uprisings have failed at this point in time.

"Let's go. After having dinner with me, you can leave Wudang."

Qi Mu hesitated slightly: "Master, how about I stay in Wudang."

"If you have any arrangements, I can convey them promptly."

Song Qingshu stood up with a smile: "What are you conveying? I will not leave Wudang in the next few years."

"Even if I want to do something, my body won't support it."

"Be careful outside. If you encounter any danger, contact Wudang people."

Seeing Song Qingshu acting like this, Qi Mu didn't say much.

The two of them walked outside.

The Wudang people were very happy to see that Song Qingshu was no longer decadent, and people greeted him along the way.

Song Qingshu nodded in response. He also knew that this period of time made many people worried.

At noon.

Song Qingshu sent Qi Mu away from Wudang Mountain.

At the same time, he told the people who were hiding in the Beggar Clan, don’t contact them if nothing happens, and just stay in the Beggar Clan.

At the gate of Wudang Mountain, Qi Mu left on horseback. Song Qingshu looked at Qi Mu's back for a long time.

"This world... am I done with it?"

Song Qingshu has been thinking a lot these days, Jianghu, Wudang, martial arts, Tianying Cult, Zhang Wuji...etc.

He once thought that he was useless and completely finished.

But he didn't expect that he would regain his inner strength today.

The Grand Master must have known about it for a long time and was just waiting for him to change.

"Young and ignorant..."

"Yang Xue, have you guessed it a long time ago?"

Song Qingshu sat directly on the steps. Looking back now, the reason why Yang Xue sent the second half of the Nine Yin Sutra was because he knew that he would fall in Shaolin.

And it was a disastrous failure.

The result was just as Yang Xue guessed. Without the martial arts behind the Nine Yin Manual, he really wouldn't have any chance of making a comeback.

Whether it's the Grand Master, the father, the second uncle, the third uncle... grandpa, etc...

Everyone saw his problem, but they knew that persuasion was useless, so they came up with the Shaolin challenge.

Not far away, Song Yuanqiao walked over slowly.

The surrounding disciples were about to shout, but Song Yuanqiao stopped them.

Song Yuanqiao already knew that Song Qingshu was beginning to recover his internal strength. The master had told them a long time ago.

"I figured it out." Song Yuanqiao sat next to Song Qingshu and asked softly.

"Father." Song Qingshu looked at Song Yuanqiao and smiled.

"Understood."

"It's going so smoothly, and I know so much."

"The starting point is too high."

"It's good to fail once."

Song Yuanqiao was very pleased to see Song Qingshu understand. For half a year, he had been waiting for Song Qingshu's change.

"Recover well."

"Father doesn't care about you from now on, and Wudang doesn't care about you either. You have to go your own way."

Song Qingshu looked at his father's smile and was silent for a moment.

"Father, am I being selfish?"

Song Yuanqiao looked at Song Qingshu and his heart trembled: "No."

"Good."

"Follow the path you want to take and live your own life."

"Wudang has us, and now that we have accepted disciples, Wudang will be passed down."

"Your martial arts talent is very good, you shouldn't be restricted by these."

"Shaolin has Sandu monks and gods, and Wudang has masters. These are the pillars of a sect."

"No matter where you go, you are a member of Wudang. You will become the pillar of Wudang in the future. No one doubts this."

"Come back and take a look when you are tired. If you want to stop, you will always be here."

"Father..." Song Qingshu wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by Song Yuanqiao.

Some nostalgic voices sounded.

"Qing Shu... I once thought about what it would be like for you to take over Wudang."

"Your character, your relationship with the Sky Eagle Cult, and Wuji's identity."

"Very complicated."

"I don't know what will happen in the end."

"I know the panic in your heart. You feel that Wudang, your great master, me, your second uncle, third uncle, grandpa...etc., have paid too much for you."

"And you always wanted to go your own way."

"Don't have such thoughts. You are my son, you are the descendant of Wudang, your second uncle, and your third uncle. We are brothers."

"Your grandfather, White-browed Eagle King, and your uncle, King Yin Ye, we all just love you."

"We watch you make mistakes and then let you correct them, which is what we should do."

"As for which path you take, you decide for yourself."

"This is just like what you did to Wuji back then. You are the older one and he is the younger one. You love him and take care of him."

Song Qingshu looked at his father Song Yuanqiao's eyes and remained silent for a long time.

"Father, have you ever thought that you would take over Wudang?"

Song Yuanqiao laughed: "No, actually I have always thought that your second uncle is more suitable than me."

"At least at this point in time."

"If the world was peaceful, I might be more suitable than your second uncle. But now that the world is in chaos, your second uncle is more suitable than me."

"But it's not like you don't know about your second uncle."

"The Seven Heroes of Wudang are brothers and sisters. I am the oldest, so I took over Wudang. In fact, it is just a title."

"Our brothers and sisters don't care."

Song Qingshu was slightly startled. He never thought that his father would say such words.

Song Yuanqiao patted Song Qingshu and said with a smile: "You are older now, and you have some things to say."

After that, the two talked a lot.

Song Yuanqiao was talking most of the time, while Song Qingshu was just an observer, occasionally asking questions.

Song Yuanqiao talked about a lot of past events in Wudang, as well as interesting stories about the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

Song Qingshu could clearly feel the changes in his father.

This was the first open heart-to-heart talk between him and his father.

The two didn't leave until nightfall.

The next morning...

When Song Qingshu came to the back mountain for morning exercises again, he found that his master was no longer there.

There was some confusion in his eyes.

After the morning exercise, he went directly to see the Grand Master.

The result turned out to be that Grand Master has gone into seclusion, and we don’t know when he will be released from seclusion.

Song Qingshu looked puzzled: "You're going into seclusion so soon."

"Master, have you calculated the time?"

He was able to recover his internal strength yesterday, and Grand Master will be in seclusion today.

But he didn't think much about it.

In the days that followed, Song Qingshu returned to the calmness he had before. In addition to doing morning exercises every day, he would check out some of Grand Master's insights in the study.

As the days passed, Wudang became busier and busier.

Except for their father, the Wudang Seven rarely return to Wudang, at most twice a year.

Most of them come back at the end of the year.

The most leisurely person in Wudang is Song Qingshu.

A year ago, Song Qingshu started checking some information.

After Song Yuanqiao talked with Song Qingshu that day, he basically didn't ask anything about Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu could read whatever he wanted to read, and check whatever he wanted to check.

"It's a complete mess." Song Qingshu shook his head while looking at the message.

Whether it is various sects, Wudang, Shaolin, Sky Eagle Sect, Ming Sect...

too messy.

In recent years, the conflicts between various sects and Mingjiao have become more and more serious. Various uprisings, military supplies, and wealthy businessmen have caused more and more conflicts.

The Mingjiao uprising requires money and support, and its methods are becoming more and more excessive.

This year……

April

Qi Mu came to Wudang, four years after he last left Wudang.

Wudang back mountain.

Song Qingshu sat alone on the bluestone.

"Master..." Qi Mu came to the back mountain, his voice a little urgent.

Song Qingshu turned to look at Qi Mu. At this time, Qi Mu was no different from before, except that there was a scar visible to the naked eye on his face.

"Sit." Song Qingshu smiled.

Qi Mu quickly ran over: "Xie Xun is missing!"

"Chen Youliang has been searching overseas for 4 years, and now there is news."

Song Qingshu was silent for a few seconds: "How many people know this news?"

Qi Mu said: "Except for Chen Youliang's cronies, I am the only one."

"I didn't tell the leader, King Yin Ye."

Song Qingshu nodded: "Just watch, don't worry."

Qi Mu had some doubts in his eyes: "The dragon-slaying knife?"

"It's still early." Song Qingshu explained with a smile: "There is someone behind Chen Youliang."

"Chen Youliang is looking for death when he is found. Is he Xie Xun's rival?"

"Let others be careful."

Qi Mu thought about it and it was right. Chen Youliang was no match for Xie Xun.

"I see."

"Master, how are you injured?"

"It's not bad." Song Qingshu laughed: "What about you? You've gained quite a reputation recently."

"I broke into the Haisha pie some time ago, and now you are also a celebrity."

Qi Mu smiled awkwardly. His strength had been steadily improving after receiving Yu Lianzhou's guidance.

It's been a few years now, so it's normal to make progress.

"Young master, you won't go out for a walk."

Song Qingshu smiled: "Almost."

"It's just that I'm not as high-profile as before. Now I'm a loser in the eyes of many people."

Saiki laughed.

It is true that few people know about Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu has been in Wudang for the past four years. Many people think that Song Qingshu is not healed from his injury.

Or you can't play Wudang at all.

"Whenever Master goes to Wudang, I will go with you."

Song Qingshu said: "No, I can do it alone this time."

"You came just in time. I was planning to find you."

"Follow me to the study."

After a while, the two came to the study room.

Song Qingshu wrote a letter, while Qi Mu watched with shock in his eyes.

He never expected that Song Qingshu would allow him to retreat in the Tianying Sect.

And it's 2 years.

"Son..."

Song Qingshu shook his head: "Listen to me. If you find a chance, you can ask the people in the Beggar Clan to come back as well, and you all can go back to the headquarters of the Sky Eagle Sect."

"I have worked hard to improve my strength in the past few years."

"I..." Qi Mu wanted to refuse, but looking at Song Qingshu's eyes, he agreed.

He had rarely seen Song Qingshu's eyes so solemn.

This is certainly no small matter.

"I see."

"I'm going."

After Song Qingshu sent Qi Mu away, his eyes became sharp.

Qi Mu and others must retreat, and only at the headquarters of the Sky Eagle Sect.

Emei, Shaolin has been making more and more moves recently, and the precursor to the siege of Guangmingding has begun.

Not long ago, letters came from Emei and Shaolin at the same time.

It's obviously been discussed.

The Sky Eagle Sect will definitely support the Ming Sect, and many people will die. Qi Mu and others may have died in the past.

This time they can only hide!