Chapter 313, Song Qingshu’s final arrangements and engagement

Chapter 313, Song Qingshu’s final arrangements and engagement

After Song Qingshu returned to the inn, he still felt unhappy. On the table was the Lingxiao flower brought back from the palace.

He looked at the flowers on the table, feeling admiration and sadness in his heart. After seeing Jing Bufan's appearance, he guessed something.

For example, how the emperor died.

Regicide! ! It takes unparalleled courage to do something like this in this day and age.

The white flag was hung in the imperial city, accelerating the destruction of the Yuan Dynasty.

Kill the emperor with your own hands.

This choice was very, very difficult, but Jing Bufan made it anyway.

This is a good thing for the people of the Yuan Dynasty and the martial arts world of the Yuan Dynasty.

But to some, this is a sinner, the greatest sinner ever.

Creak...

The door was pushed open, and Yang Xue walked in slowly. Seeing Song Qingshu looking at the flowers on the table in deep thought, a trace of sadness appeared in his heart.

She knew their guess was right.

The Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty was killed by the Yuan Dynasty himself, and it was Jing Bufan.

Yang Xue slowly sat down and interrupted Song Qingshu's contemplation: "Qingshu...father and the others are back."

Song Qingshu woke up from his thoughts, looked at Yang Xue and nodded: "I'll go over now."

…

Outside the courtyard, countless people gathered together. Everyone stood silently on both sides, staring at the two coffins in the courtyard.

The top management of Mingjiao is here, the Five Heroes of Wudang are also here, Zhang Wuji is here, Zhou Zhiruo is here, Qi Mu and others are also here, and King Yin Ye is also there...

The huge courtyard seemed a bit crowded at the moment.

When a burst of footsteps sounded, everyone looked over, and Song Qingshu's figure slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.

Dressed in mourning clothes, with beautiful hair, and a look of contemplation and sadness on his face.

Song Qingshu walked very slowly, very slowly... His eyes stayed on the two coffins.

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu like this, and at this moment, everyone suddenly realized that Song Qingshu was also old.

Song Qingshu is no longer the handsome young man he was before.

Not far away, Yang Xue and the girls Youlan Zhuya watched silently from a distance, but they did not pass by.

In the yard, Song Qingshu was stroking the coffin with both hands. There seemed to be endless words in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, just stroking it like that.

It's like all the words are in it.

"Master Song, this is our fault!" Looking at Song Qingshu like this, Zhou Dian suddenly knelt down.

But at this moment, he found a force dragging him.

Obviously this power came from Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Dian and shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you."

"We are all young and have our own choices."

King Yin Ye took a deep breath and looked at Song Qingshu firmly: "Qingshu... this matter is not over."

"It's over...it's so early." Song Qingshu laughed at himself.

"Let's break up."

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu, whose eyes were once again fixed on the coffin, and felt panicky for some unknown reason.

Before they came, they thought about Song Qingshu's anger, sadness, etc...

Everyone has thought about countless scenes, but they have never thought that Song Qingshu is so calm and ordinary.

People from the Ming Sect have left, as have Wudang, Emei, Tianying Sect, and other disciples.

Only the people closest to Song Qingshu were left.

Yin Ye Wang, Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo, Qi Mu and others, Wudang Five Heroes, Wang He.

Everyone just looked at Song Qingshu in silence.

The breeze blew up the white flags and swayed the treetops, as if bringing a glimmer of life to this extremely depressing atmosphere.

"Uncle, what do you want?" Song Qingshu looked at the people who had not left and looked away from the coffin.

He saw anger in his uncle's eyes, unprecedented anger and madness.

At the same time, he knows all the trends these days.

"The four people who took action will die!" King Yin Ye's eyes flashed with cold light, and his tone was extremely firm.

Song Qingshu nodded and turned to look at the Wudang Five Heroes: "Second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, sixth uncle, seventh uncle, where are you?"

Yu Lianzhou and others remained silent.

The death of their eldest brother made them unable to do anything, and they understood why his eldest brother left.

Song Qingshu saw that everyone was silent and took a long breath: "Second uncle, watch this Wudang."

"My father said that you are more suitable than him."

As he said that, he looked at Wang He: "Don't go to Mongolia."

"Senior brother..." Just as Wang He was about to say something, Song Qingshu shook his head slightly: "Listen to me."

"Wudang must be passed down."

"It's unknown whether I...will survive."

"The relationship between Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min means that he is destined to have no say in the righteous way of the Central Plains. Maybe everyone will be concerned about his strength, but he will never be able to get rid of being with Zhao Min in his life."

"The most he can do is ensure the roots of Wudang, but he cannot allow Wudang to pass on and be glorious."

"He is an outsider...not a member of Wudang."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and Zhang Wuji felt as if his heart was cut by a knife: "Brother..."

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji and smiled: "You have helped me a lot, that's enough. I am the biggest direct descendant of Wudang, and this is my responsibility."

"Live a good life, you will never be stable in your life. You will be good in the future."

"After this time, the Central Plains has nothing to do with you. You can go wherever you want, whether it's Persia, Mongolia, or the Western Regions. It's up to you."

"As I said before, don't be afraid outside. You have suffered for half your life and it's time to enjoy it. You are my brother. Even if I am afraid of your brother to death, someone will protect you."

Yu Lianzhou and others did not dare to look over after listening to Song Qingshu's words.

Qingshu is currently making funeral arrangements.

Qingshu shouldn't have to bear all this, but it all fell on Qingshu.

"I will take over Wudang, Zhang Wuji will be removed from Wudang!" Yu Lianzhou's heartbroken voice sounded.

"Second uncle, thank you." Seeing his second uncle like this, Song Qingshu showed a relieved smile, and then looked at the silent Zhou Zhiruo in the distance.

"Zhiruo, find a successor in Emei, and you can leave too."

"Master Jue is Master Jue, you are you."

"It's time for you to choose for yourself."

"You were supposed to have a good life. It was Wudang who sent you to Emei, and you got to where you are now."

"You are not suitable for the world, and Zhang Wuji is not suitable for the world. Get along well with Zhao Min and Xiao Zhao."

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu and her eyes became moist: "Okay, brother."

Song Qingshu looked at Zhou Zhiruo and nodded, and finally his eyes fell on Qi Mu and others.

"what about you……"

"How are you going to live?"

Qi Mu and others looked at each other. After a long silence, a firm voice sounded.

"We break away from Wu-Tang."

"We will not return to the Central Plains unless necessary."

"We want to go for a walk."

Song Qingshu was not surprised at all, but Qi Fu and others had hatred in their hearts and told him: "Live well."

"It's time for you to go out and take a look."

"Go to Xiangyang before leaving. The dead need a memory. Let's engrave a monument."

"You have put in a lot of efforts to calm down Zhongyuan. Leaving your name before leaving can also be regarded as an ending to everything Zhongyuan has experienced."

Qi Mu and others nodded.

"Let's all go, I'll stay alone for a while." Song Qingshu's eyes returned to the two coffins.

What needs to be explained has been explained, and then there will be a war.

After the war, the Yuanshi Wulin was defeated and everything calmed down. After that, there was a civil war in the Central Plains.

He couldn't control the civil war, and he didn't want to.

it's all over.

Everyone left the courtyard with one step and three turns. From the beginning to the end, no one refuted Song Qingshu's arrangement or tried to persuade him.

They both know they can't change anything, nothing.

Under the general trend, some things cannot be stopped.

Song Qingshu and others have been planning a battle with the Imperial City of the Yuan Dynasty for a long time, and Song Qingshu will not retreat in this round.

Now that the emperor is dead and the army is defeated, the final problem is martial arts.

In this battle in the martial arts world, no matter whether Song Qingshu and others lost or won, they all swore that the top masters would withdraw.

For a long time, top players have been a thorn in the hearts of top players.

Everyone cares about each other and worries about each other.

Top players know very well that top players don’t win or lose, and they can’t actually change the outcome.

But now, the older generation has come to the Imperial City, and the top experts have come to the Imperial City. After the war, no matter which side wins, at least it will take a long time to cultivate.

This is enough time for the two martial arts teams to decide the winner and exit.

In the future, there will be no martial arts in the Central Plains, only armies.

Time passes slowly...

Song Qingshu stood alone in the courtyard for a long time, looking at the two coffins quietly.

Sometimes there is a smile on the face, sometimes there is bitterness...

Yang Xue and others have been watching everything silently, without persuasion or words, just watching quietly.

As the sun set, a figure slowly walked into the courtyard.

"Master..." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Sanfeng bitterly.

Zhang Sanfeng came to Song Qingshu's side, patted Song Qingshu, and then walked towards the stone bench beside him.

"Xue'er, bring two jugs of wine." Zhang Sanfeng shouted to Yang Xue in the distance.

Yang Xue left quickly, then put two bottles of wine on the table: "Grand Master, Qingshu, you guys talk, I will arrange the wedding."

Zhang Sanfeng and Song Qingshu nodded.

As Yang Xue and others left, only Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng were left in the courtyard.

"What do you want to know?" Zhang Sanfeng poured a glass of wine for Song Qingshu with a sad voice.

Song Qingshu picked up the wine glass, and he saw his father's smile and his grandfather's smile in it: "I should have guessed it all."

"Father and grandpa are their own choices."

"Whether it's death or participating in Bright Summit, I can't stop it."

"For this Central Plains... too many people are buried in it."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Qingshu complicatedly: "Yes, countless people died for the sake of the Central Plains."

"It doesn't matter whether you die actively or you die in battle."

"Child, do you know that in our eyes, as long as a person's death is valuable, then it is worth dying."

Song Qingshu's hand holding the wine glass suddenly trembled.

Worth...death.

Such extreme values, but for the former Central Plains, perhaps that was the only way to find a way out and continue to the present.

"It's never easy for darkness to welcome light." Song Qingshu drank the wine glass in his hand.

He didn't understand before, but now he understands.

He began to understand the hatred and grievance in the hearts of the older generation... He now truly felt it.

Zhang Sanfeng took a long breath, with a trace of nostalgia and helplessness on his face: "Yes, everything has a price."

"Kid, our time is over, we need an ending, an ending that allows us to face our dead brothers after death."

"This battle in the Imperial City...let's do it."

"You are still young and you have endured enough."

Song Qingshu shook his head with firm eyes: "Master...I'm tired."

"I don't want to be busy with the world in the future. The world is too big and too chaotic. I'm really tired."

"I need a chance, a chance to shock everyone."

"You are old, Uncle Ximen is old, and Sandu is old. The Central Plains needs to create an existence that can be feared by countless people."

"They can't be you, they can't be the older generation, they can only be our generation."

"This battle in the Imperial City is not just to pacify the Central Plains, I want to shock everyone."

"I want to tell everyone that even if the older generation is gone, the Central Plains will still be the Central Plains, and it will still be that unreachable mountain in the hearts of countless martial arts people."

"I win... My goal has been achieved, and I will retire."

"I'm defeated...you still have the older generation, so you should train Yin Li well."

"Zhang Wuji is destined not to take over this martial arts world. He is full of stains. No matter how many times we arrange it, he still can't take over."

"Yin Li still needs time..."

At this moment, the courtyard fell into silence, and neither Song Qingshu nor Zhang Sanfeng made any sound.

The two looked at each other like this.

Zhang Sanfeng saw determination in Song Qingshu's eyes. He knew that he could not persuade him because Qingshu blocked all his paths.

The Central Plains really needs continuation... If Qingshu really dies, then everyone really doesn't dare to fight.

If Qingshu wins, the older generation of Yuanshi will not fight them, and the older generation of Yuanshi will keep running away for the rest of their lives.

The older generation of Yuanshi cannot afford to die. If they die, the martial arts world of Yuanshi will be over.

He could tell that Song Qingshu was really tired and really wanted to retire.

Similarly, he also saw that Qingshu wanted to preserve the older generation.

If Qingshu wins and the older generation wants to vent their anger and unwillingness, they can do the same. It's just that the older generation of Yuanshi has escaped. They can find him if they want.

Just like hitting a drowned dog with a stick, they can also get rid of their dissatisfaction and grievance.

On the other hand, if Qingshu loses, it will be death.

In this battle, Zhang Sanfeng saw clearly that Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, Zhang Wuji, and Qingshu formed the Zhenwu Seven-section Formation, and Qingshu was the sword.

If he is really defeated, Qingshu will protect others, and the final outcome will be death.

Everything after that has nothing to do with Qingshu.

He is already dead and can't be controlled anymore.

"My child, Wudang wants to stay as a queen..." Zhang Sanfeng's heartbroken voice sounded.

"The Big Dipper formation of Jing Bufan and others is extraordinary. This battle... life or death is unpredictable."

"You don't have to be like this, you're still young."

Song Qingshu looked at Grand Master's worried eyes and smiled: "We have the Zhenwu Seventh Array."

"We also have seven swords that are comparable to the Heavenly Sword."

"I can win!"

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng smiled, but there was a bit of worry and bitterness in his smile: "Yes, you can win."

"It will definitely win."

"affim!"

…

That night, the imperial city removed its white flags and replaced them with festive red ones.

Except for a few places where white flags were hung in honor of the dead emperor, all other places were preparing for Song Qingshu's engagement tomorrow.

When the early morning sunshine covered the earth, the entire imperial city fell into joy.

The older generation of the Yuan family and others came to Song Qingshu's engagement banquet as promised.

Except Jing Bufan.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten the sorrow and hatred of the past, and everyone drank like a lunatic until they fell asleep.

Be it Zhang Sanfeng and others, or Song Qingshu and others.

Whether it's venting the anguish or frustration in one's heart, everyone does it.

When everyone looks back on the past, there are scoldings, contempt, and laughter.

Everyone kept silent about what would happen tomorrow or what would happen next, as if everything was insignificant compared to the wine in front of them.

In the dead of night, when everyone noticed that the crescent moon hanging high reached the ugly hour, everyone stopped.

This day... is over.

A new day has begun.

The decisive battle tomorrow!

"See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

"..."

With the arrival of time, everyone woke up from the previous stupor. Their eyes were no longer confused and hazy, but were replaced by unprecedented determination.

Everyone left with firm steps.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the so-called drunkenness was just an act, and everyone knew it tacitly.

After Song Qingshu sent everyone away, he came to the roof.

Not long after, Zhang Wuji came: "Brother."

Song Qingshu smiled and squeezed Zhang Wuji's right arm with his right hand: "Get ready, we have to fight side by side."

"Yes." Zhang Wuji nodded fiercely. He knew what tomorrow's battle represented and for what purpose.

Soon after, Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, and everyone came up.

Everyone's eyes are on the imperial city.

Tomorrow... that's where their battlefield will be, where everything will come to an end.

Time passes slowly...

This night was extremely long for many people.

Song Qingshu and others sat all night, Zhang Sanfeng and others of the older generation also sat all night, and so did the rest of the Yuan room.

The same is true for the Five Heroes of Wudang, the masters of Mingjiao, Qi Mu and others, King Yin Ye, Zhou Zhiruo... and many other people in the martial arts world.

This is bound to be a sleepless night.

When it was getting close to early morning, Zhang Wuji got up and left.

He needs Mingjiao masters to give him strength.

When the morning sun covered the imperial city, countless people looked up to the sky. There was expectation and worry in everyone's eyes.

The decisive battle is coming.

At this moment, countless people looked towards the other courtyard where Song Qingshu and others were.

Everyone is waiting for Song Qingshu and others.

Not long after, in the eyes of everyone, Song Qingshu, Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, and Zhang Wuji appeared on the roof.

Then he left thinking about the imperial city.

Under the illumination, the figures of these seven people were firmly engraved in everyone's minds.

That indomitable back figure and the lack of hesitation are all due to his body skills.

Countless people are heading towards the imperial city, they want to witness this historical battle.

In the palace.

Jing Bufan looked at Song Qingshu and others who were coming as if they were riding on the colorful clouds, and showed a smile.

"Zhenwu Seven Intercepts Formation...is this your confidence?"

"Zhang Wuji...how much have you grown."

"Let's go."

Jing Bufan, Yuanzhe, Yuan Qing, Bagu Cang, Luo Ying, Luo Xun, the six of them smiled freely and jumped away, heading towards the Jinluan Hall in the palace.

They had nothing to lose and nothing to worry about.

The emperor is dead, the army is defeated, and now only Wulin is left.

Whether you lose or win, it no longer means much to today's Yuanshi Wulin.

They want to use this battle to establish the integrity of Yuanshi Wulin and the dignity of Yuanshi Wulin.

This is the only remaining pride of Yuanshi Wulin, and they need to maintain it.

Even if Song Qingshu doesn't fight them, they will still fight this one.

They want to tell the people who learn martial arts in Yuanshi Wulin what integrity is, and they also want to tell the people in the world that even if Yuanshi Wulin loses, they are not lambs to be slaughtered.

They are ready for the dark age of Yuanshi. (End of chapter)