Song Yuanqiao stood motionless in place for an unknown amount of time.

In the middle of the night, he slowly raised his arm, his fingers brushing over the books placed on the table, occasionally pulling out one or two of them to look through. As if he had returned to many years ago, he came to the study of Qingshu when he was a child, meticulously checked his homework, and by the way, searched the room to see if there were some small talking books that he had brought up from the bottom of the mountain, so as not to be distracted and delay his homework.

However, this was his delusion.

No matter how much Wuji said, it was not as impressive as he saw it with his own eyes.

Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Mi Fu, Valley/Daoren......

Song Yuanqiao is quite fond of literati dressing up, this is not a pretense, but he is indeed extraordinary in the field of literature. The so-called belly has a poetic and scholarly atmosphere, and his elegant temperament is by no means deliberately created. He recognized at a glance many of the handwriting used by Qiao Heng, imitating all the calligraphers of the past and present, and they had both form and spirit, and they were naturally natural, which was beyond ordinary depictions, and truly understood the essence of these famous calligraphy.

If it were in the past, he would have been happy that his parents and children had such a high level of understanding, and they were sensitive and eager to learn.

But at this time, if he really wanted him to say something, he could only say with a smile: "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad about yourself, don't give up on yourself, learn endlessly, and do a good job." ”

However, Song Yuanqiao knows very well that what "endless learning" and "no joy or sorrow" are a bunch of nonsense!

Standing with a sword, a white horse with a silver saddle, sassy like a meteor, this is the face of young people in the rivers and lakes. And Qingshu is now completely lost in internal strength, and can no longer practice martial arts, what can he do but abandon the sword and hold the pen?

A sentence of "last resort" is enough to turn all joy into bitterness and bitterness.

If the people in the rivers and lakes knew this, what kind of evaluation would they leave behind? Thinking about the years that his third brother Yu Daiyan was paralyzed in bed because of the conspiracy of the gangsters, I don't know how many rumors and rumors he suffered.

"What Wudang Seven Heroes, now there are only six Heroes left!"

"Yu Sanxia, a person who can't use martial arts, how can he occupy the word 'chivalry' in the rivers and lakes, but an ordinary person reads;. ”

"A wasted person has taken up the great reputation and seniority of the Wudang faction, and he wants us to bow to him, which makes me so willing. ”

The third brother is full of economy, chivalrous and courageous, although he is paralyzed in bed, but he is still knowledgeable and strategic, martial arts, I don't know how many times better than others, before the accident he was more obedient, abide by the rules, and sit upright, but even so, the third brother is still inevitably arranged and maliciously slandered by idle people.

What's more, it is Qingshu who has already made a mistake, others will not praise him for abandoning martial arts and literature, they will only ridicule, disdain, and ridicule him, and he, as a father, can't even let others stop saying these contemptuous words as he did when he punished those wicked people who insulted his third brother.

The mistakes committed in the past are still vivid, how to block the mouth of the world.

Qingshu, how could he endure this breath.

He looked around the simple room again, this time not the casual glance he had when he first entered the door, but seriously, with an indescribable mood, his eyes flowing little by little through every corner.

It was obviously well cared for by the owner of the house, clean and tidy, but the furnishings in the house were pitiful, and in this overly neat and tidy atmosphere, the room stood out as if it had not been inhabited for a long time, and the only vitality belonged to the simple little flower he saw when he entered the door, quietly blooming in the corner.

The window of this room is facing the sun, and the warm sunlight is projected / into the room, but it is not warm by this unpopular atmosphere, only a cold one.

What kind of person would live in such a room?

Song Yuanqiao suddenly felt that the book he had just picked up weighed like a thousand pounds, and every time he opened a page, it would take him all his strength. In the end, as if he could no longer bear the weight of this silence, he put the book that had been transcribed by Qiao Heng himself back in its place and placed it neatly.

The arm inadvertently touched the bookshelf at his side, and the bookshelf swayed slightly, and a roll-shaped object placed on the top floor rolled out of the grate. It rolled on the ground, and the ribbon tied on it opened up on its own until the scroll touched the tip of Song Yuanqiao's shoe, which stopped rolling.

He lowered his head, and was greeted by a half-open picture.

Song Yuanqiao felt a little familiar, so he leaned over and picked up the scroll. The painting depicts a stacked green mountain, a deep forest and ancient color, the peak is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the pavilions and pavilions are faintly visible, not elsewhere, it is the Wudang Mountain where he has lived for half his life.

He looked at the signature, and there was a touch of sadness in his eyes.

In the past, some junior disciples of the sect asked him for this painting, saying that he wanted to give it to friends outside the sect, but he didn't know how this painting came to him again.

Even a painting......

It knows how to return to its roots.

……

"Don't be playful on the road, go home early. Before class, Qiao Heng told him as usual.

He stood still, watching as one student after another left the school, and finally, he was the only one left in the school. The little gentleness around him seems to have gradually dispersed with the departure of many students.

He stood in the middle of several rows of desks and looked out the window, it was noon outside, the sun was so strong that Qiao Heng couldn't help but look away slightly.

His cold fingers were on his waist, and there was a dark blue belt around it, and no one but him knew that there was actually a sword hidden in it at all times, a soft sword like autumn water.

It's not the kind of soft sword that is usually used as a whip and can be turned into a sword by injecting internal force - this kind of peerless weapon can be encountered but not sought, and no matter how good it is, it is still like scrap metal for him without internal strength. What he hid on his body was the most common kind in martial arts, an ordinary soft sword that was extremely tough and could be forcibly bent into a belt.

Fledgling newcomers love to use this kind of soft sword, often with a folding fan in their hands, when they encounter the enemy, they unexpectedly draw / out of the soft sword from their waist to subdue it, chic and extraordinary. However, this is only an imaginary plot, and in actual application, this kind of soft sword lacks hardness, and when a sword is stabbed, the sword body shakes slightly more, loses accuracy, and is easier to parry. Although it is possible to infuse internal force into the sword body and forcibly increase its hardness, due to the problem of its own material, it often does not last long and will break into two.

Therefore, unless it is the kind of swordsman who really loves soft swords, has an extremely solid foundation in swordsmanship, and has extremely fine internal control, anyone who has a little knowledge in the rivers and lakes will not choose this kind of soft sword.

However, Qiao Heng chose it.

Because it is not eye-catching, it can make him better disguised as an ordinary scholar who does not know martial arts, so as not to arouse the vigilance of ordinary people. What's more, it's lightweight. It is so light that Qiao Heng, who is always more than willing but not enough, can carry it anytime and anywhere, without becoming a burden to him.

It's so thin, so thin that a gentle breath at it makes it tremble.

However, it was such a sword, but it became the hiding place for the only bit of security left in Qiao Heng's heart.

He walked out of the school step by step, his steps were a little slow, he avoided the shadows of the trees, and directly basked in the sun. His gait was steady, and the hem of his long-sleeved shirt fluttered lightly as he walked, but the fingers he hid in his sleeves trembled slightly.

Zhou Zhiruo slapped his palm on Song Qingshu's body, and the remaining cold qi that belonged to the Nine Yin True Scripture slowly traveled along the broken meridians, and every ten days and a half months, the cold qi accumulated in the body could no longer be suppressed, and he struggled to show his sense of existence.

There was no pain, just cold.

Extreme cold.

……

The clatter of horses' hooves resounded on the country road, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The group was all dressed as soldiers, and the first one reined in his horse, and he was dressed in bright armor, and he was the chief of the cavalry. He looked at the farmland around him, laughed, and said, "I said that there are people living here, and when I passed by here, I saw the smoke of the cooking of life." Look at these freshly cultivated farmlands, there must be villages here!"

"Thousands of households know the subtleties, and the villain is ashamed of himself!" one of the people in the entourage arched his hand and said flatteringly.

The man known as the Thousand Households accepted the compliment. He saw that the person who spoke was unsteady on the horse, and he was still a little panting, so he couldn't help but glance at him with contempt, and then said, "If you southerners use your skills elsewhere, you won't always look like this. ”

The man who spoke before said again and again: "A thousand households have a high opinion! The villain will start practicing martial arts from today!"

Qianhu laughed, ignored the man, raised his whip, and galloped away.

In the farmland outside the village, several peasant men from Liujia Village are sitting on the edge of the field resting and reading. A woman came with a burden to bring them food, and several people talked and laughed, chatting about family life, and it was not easy.

A man who was immersed in eating suddenly looked up, and then his face changed drastically.

"There are Tartars!"

His shout startled several people present to look in that direction, and the young woman who had come to bring them food was even more frightened.

"Run, report to the village!"

A few people put down their rice bowls and farm tools, and ran towards the village without looking back.

Several swishing sounds rang out in the air, and a sharp arrow was shot at the back of the fastest man. Then another arrow came / into the leg of the other farmer, who snorted and fell to the ground with his leg in his arms.

How can a man outrun a horse.

Chito rode a horse and led his entourage to surround the group, and said with a smile, "What are you running!"

The attendants behind him laughed in agreement, as if to mock the incompetence of the group.

"A few military masters spare their lives! I kowtow to a few military masters!" a man knelt on the ground with a thud, and kowtowed one after another.

A man was so frightened that he trembled, and a fishy smell faintly came.

Chido sniffled, then looked at the man's crotch, and his face exploded, "What the hell!" he raised his knife and slashed at the man's head. The frightened head immediately rolled to the ground, sticking to its face covered in dirt.

The entourage saw that Qianhu had moved, so they also solved the remaining few people on the spot.

Qianhe looked at the frightened and weeping woman, and smiled to the person behind him, "I've rewarded you." ”

The woman cried even harder, but just then she slammed into a tree by the side of the road, and with a click, her neck twisted into an arc that no ordinary person could reach, and blood oozed from the collision, and she fell with a thud.

Qianhu was stunned, and suddenly came back to his senses, only to feel that he had been disgraced. He pointed his whip at her: "Tie her up with a rope and drag her all the way to the village!"

The accompanying Yuan soldiers did not dare to make a sound.

……

Song Yuanqiao was at home, asking Zhang Wuji about the situation before and after his disappearance, and Zhang Wuji told him all kinds of things that were not clearly stated in the letter.

Zhang Wuji had a little sadness in his eyes: "Master Boke still remembers Han Shantong? Brother Han's son Han Lin'er was also killed by Zhu Yuanzhang, Han Lin'er did not collude with Tartar, it was Zhu Yuanzhang who framed him." ”

"No wonder, when I heard that Han Lin'er was colluding with the Tartars, I felt that something was wrong, but I haven't been in Wudang for a long time, and I don't know anything about the outside world clearly, but when I was suspicious, I didn't expect that there was really a problem here. Song Yuanqiao said, "The hateful Zhu Yuanzhang is now a big trend, and it is not easy to deal with it abruptly." ”

Zhang Wuji: "What the master said is that if something happens to him, I'm afraid the heart of the righteous army will be scattered." ”

At this moment, the two suddenly stopped talking. With the excellent ear power of the two of them, they heard a noise in the distance, and they could distinguish it carefully, but they heard the sound of horses' hooves, cries, and voices with a strong foreign accent.

Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Wuji have a lot of experience walking in the rivers and lakes, and they are both people who have fought with Tartars.

Song Yuanqiao said in a heavy tone: "It's a Tartar." ”

Although Song Yuanqiao is dressed like a scholar, he pays the most attention to the rules on weekdays, and he looks gentle, humble, and polite, but he is one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang after all. Zhang Sanfeng once bluntly said: "The life of the old Tao, specializing in killing Tartars!" Wudang has very strict rules, and his disciples are not allowed to act lightly with others, but when they encounter the Yuan soldiers who kill the good people, they do not bypass it.

Zhang Wuji understood that the master uncle would not save the people of Liujia Village if he saw death, and he naturally did the same. But......

He said worriedly: "Uncle Master, Senior Brother Song hasn't come back yet!"

Because the school was specially built by the old village chief for Qiao Heng later, its location is a little biased, after all, there is no vacant land for building a school in the main village.

Song Yuanqiao was silent, this short moment seemed to be infinitely extended, and then he spoke: "...... This rebel doesn't have to worry about him for now. ”

……

Qiao Heng was extremely cold.

He knew very well that he was taking on the punishment of others that should not have been. But he couldn't protest to anyone, or complain about it.

There are always people who say: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the way of heaven is good reincarnation." If you don't believe it, look up, who the heavens have spared."

If this sentence is true, then he must have been a heinous and extremely evil person a long, long time ago, long before he had not traveled to the previous life. No, not only that one, but the two, third, and fourth lives before that...... He must have been a man of all kinds.

However, it was only his guess.

Suddenly, an irregular ball rolled to Qiao Heng's footsteps.

It was a human head, its face distorted by pain, and its eyes full of fear. Qiao Heng recognized him, the owner of this head was one of his students, who had just passed his eleventh birthday a month ago.

He looked at the head on the ground, and there was no sorrow, no pity on his face, as if the man on the earth had nothing to do with him.

A soldier on a horse came from far and near, and the head was thrown by him. He snorted, "I almost hit!"

He was followed by two companions, one of whom said: "That's all you have! Forget it, stop playing, Qianhu is still waiting for us, there are not many people here, hurry up and finish this sour show before going to Qianhu." If we don't show up, heh, those guys won't remember to leave us some favors. ”

"Wait, aren't Qianhu looking for a guy who can read and hyphenate and learn better? Do you want to arrest him and try it? Maybe he can give us a credit!"

"That's a good idea!"

The three of them were laughing and laughing as if no one was around, and Qiao Heng, who was regarded as a talent by them, raised his head and looked at these people.

His eyes are open and clear, calm and tranquil, and there is no zài fear, nor zài Zhang Huang. He looked at them as if he were looking at the rocks and the trees, and the clear sky and the moon.

He sighed softly, "I don't know if this is my retribution, but obviously, your retribution has arrived. ”

The three Yuan soldiers laughed out loud when they heard his words, "We are tired of hearing retribution or not retribution, you better say something else; But I advise you to be honest, follow me back to see Qianhu, and ensure that you eat and drink spicy food!"

"I think this kid is a hard bone, it's really okay to bring it back to Mr. Qian? ”

"That's right. ”

The three of them put away the smiles on their faces, and the three of them held the reins of their horses and adjusted their distance and direction.

One of them was a few meters away from Qiao Heng, raised his bow and set up his arrows.

Qiao Heng's hand flicked on his waist, and a sword appeared in his hand. The moment he grasped the hilt of the sword, his hand, which trembled slightly because of the cold aura in the Nine Yin True Scripture, became as calm as a mountain.

The faces of the three of them changed sharply, and they looked away, could this person be a martial arts master? The other two urged Ma Ze to step forward with a knife. The man with the bow had to loosen the bowstring, and the arrow was headed towards Qiao Hengfei.

There are always people who don't know that not all swordsmanship needs to be supported by internal force.

Qiao Heng's wrist shook slightly, and the sword light in his hand suddenly appeared and was fleeting, as fast as a flying shuttle thunderbolt, and as bright as the sun and moon. A sharp aura that could not be seen by the bearer of white light flashed in front of the eyes of the three Yuan soldiers.

"Ahhh

The other covered his eyes, blood flowing from between his fingers: "My eyes!"

The horse beneath him seemed to feel the fear of its master, and it shook unnaturally, and the cavalry on it fell off.

"I can't see it!

At last the man lay on his horse, covered his eyes and screamed in pain: "Ahh

- Dugu Nine Swords, Broken Arrow.

……

Qiao Heng watched them cover their eyes, rolling on horseback or on the ground, the expression on his face did not change from beginning to end, not much different from looking at a tree or a flower.

He could have killed them now, but he didn't do it.

He stood by, listening intently as they cried and wailed, cursing and begging for mercy, until the screams were hoarse and his throat hoarse. He watched as blood trickled out of their eyes, staining most of their faces, even the hands that covered their eyes red.

They must be miserable, he thought.

They tried to kill him, but he didn't kill them. He felt that he should be merciful. Thinking so, he believed it.

An extremely secret feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. It came and went without a trace, and before he could react and catch this very strange feeling, it was already gone.

I don't know how long it has been, but Qiao Heng still hasn't left, as if he is guarding these three people.

The three blind men cried and cried, shouted enough, scolded and scolded, and the pain came in bursts, and they lay on the ground like a puddle of dead mud. From a distance, their eye sockets seemed to be covered with blood and water into two bloody holes.

And when Song Yuanqiao hurried over, he saw this picture.

==== Born a villain

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Chapter 60 of the text, Heaven and Dragon Slayer, 8