It is windy on the mountain, the wind rises suddenly, sweeps over the eaves of the corner of the palace, and the copper bell rings under the eaves, and it is far away and clear.

Qiao Heng was walking towards a large hall, and there was a large black gold plaque hanging on the door of the main hall, on which were written three big characters like iron paintings and silver hooks - Zixiao Palace.

The warm sun hung high above the Zixiao Palace, and the sunlight spread obliquely on the fine tiles like fish scales, reflecting the light like sparkling water waves. The palace is solemn, the heavy eaves are flying, the copper bell is hanging, the pillar is towering, the momentum is majestic, and it is solemn.

He stopped in front of the temple and looked at the temple in silence.

He knew that at this time, Zhang Sanfeng was in retreat in the depths of the hall in front of him.

Zhang Sanfeng is a generous and benevolent person, generous and calm, extraordinary understanding, and detached mood, Qiao Heng is no stranger to dealing with this kind of person. However, to be honest, he doesn't like to be around this kind of person. I can't say the specific reason, if he has to say one, two, three, I'm afraid he can still only classify the reason as jealousy.

Jealous that the other party can truly transcend the suffering of the mortal world, get rid of the entanglement of vulgarity and ignorance in the world, instead of being like himself, even if his heart is higher than the sky, he can still only crawl in the mire all over the ground, and his body is full of filth.

This kind of person sees it too clearly, so thorough that it makes people feel a sense of self-shame from the inside out, but this kind of thoroughness is full of tolerance, which is diametrically opposed to their own kind of sharp thoroughness. One is a shield and the other is a spear, which makes him reluctant to get too close to this kind of person in his heart.

The young man in front of Danqi was dressed in white, and the palace in front of him was magnificent, making him more and more snowy and thin. However, instead of being suppressed and weakened, he became more tenacious, like Xiao Xiao Ling Xueshuang.

Song Yuanqiao looked at his back and was speechless for a while.

Qiao Heng didn't know that Song Yuanqiao once loved his lofty and proud temperament, although this was not very consistent with Taoist inaction and Confucian moderation, but he thought that when his son was older, sooner or later, he would suffer in the rivers and lakes, and then he would naturally know how to restrain his heart. Moreover, although Qingshu is arrogant, he still shows a polite appearance on the surface, plus Song Yuanqiao has always thought that young people should be so determined, can he not be happy about this? It's just that he is used to it and is not good at expressing his inner love.

However, how happy he was about it in the past, how much Song Yuanqiao hated this arrogance later, even as Qingshu's father, he hated it.

Song Yuanqiao looked at Qiao Heng standing there without moving, and just wanted to remind him to kowtow to Master Tai outside the hall, don't forget that they will have to go to the back mountain after a while.

Before Song Yuanqiao could speak, he saw Qiao Heng puff up the hem of his clothes, and knelt down like a jade pillar pushing Jinshan, the white hem of his clothes was scattered on the cyan stone bricks, calm and cold.

He bowed his head unhurriedly, his always high head lying on the ground, and his hands on the ground were stained with dust, but even though his normally upright back slowly bent down, no one felt that he was full of wolf blight, and the word "embarrassed" seemed to have been born insulated from him.

Song Yuanqiao closed his eyes fiercely, and when he opened them again, he said, "Get up, let's go." ”

......

But on the other side-

Zhang Wuji endured the agitation in his heart, looking at the Taoist priest who was dancing with a long sword and passing away like light, and finally couldn't hold back the excitement of reuniting after a long absence, and called: "Second uncle!"

The sword in the Taoist priest's hand like a silver dragon swinging its tail stopped suddenly, he turned around, and said in surprise: "Wuji!" At first, he only thought that the junior disciple was watching him practice the sword, he didn't care, and as soon as Wuji spoke, he immediately heard who it was, and stopped without waiting for a set of swordsmanship to be practiced.

He strode up to Wuji, held Wuji's arm with both hands, and said, "Wuji, you have suffered!"

Zhang Wuji was moved in his heart, and he said: "It's Wuji who is not good, and it makes my uncle worried." ”

"What you said! The elders are rightfully concerned about the juniors, and if they really want to say whose fault it is, they obviously want to blame those villains who are jealous of the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!" Yu Lianzhou saw Zhang Wuji show a slightly lost smile, knowing that Wuji was murdered by someone who he regarded as a brother like this, he must have felt uncomfortable, so he changed the topic, "Your master didn't come back with you?"

Zhang Wuji said: "Uncle Master is back. ”

Then he added: "Senior Brother Song is also back." ”

When Yu Lianzhou heard the "Senior Brother Song" mentioned in his words, he immediately understood that he was talking about Qingshu, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand. In this short moment, he had too many questions about Qingshu that he wanted to ask Zhang Wuji, but he didn't know what to say when he really opened his mouth, and a thousand words and all kinds of tastes were condensed into just three words: "Is he okay?"

Zhang Wuji's eyes darkened, and he said, "Second Senior Uncle is asking Senior Brother Song? ”

Yu Lianzhou, who has always shown a steady and calm face in the eyes of outsiders, was obviously stunned at this time. After a few moments, he seemed to come back to his senses and said, "You say that...... Then his situation must not be very good. He just didn't know what this "bad" was, and he subconsciously didn't want to think about it.

Yu Lianzhou took half a step back, he paced in place a few times, as if to say to himself: "Yes, it is not easy to survive, what more do I have to ask for?" followed by a long sigh.

Zhang Wuji saw that the second master seemed to be caught in his own thoughts, so he didn't speak to avoid interrupting his train of thought.

Yu Lianzhou's steps suddenly paused, he looked at Zhang Wuji, and asked, "Wuji, you have been with Qingshu for so long, do you know...... What was the situation in the first place?"

He couldn't say this clearly, but Zhang Wuji immediately understood what Yu Lianzhou was asking, that day, Senior Brother Song was buried under the watch of several uncles and uncles, why is it now......

Zhang Wuji shook his head: "I'm not afraid that the senior brother won't believe it, in my opinion, even if it's the senior brother himself, I'm afraid I don't know why." ”

He said this first, and then he said his thoughts: "Senior Brother Song had the reputation of jade-faced Meng Wei in the rivers and lakes, no matter what, someone should always remember him well, otherwise, it would be too cold." I think someone saved my brother's life and repaid his favor. ”

Yu Lianzhou seemed to listen to him, but it seemed that he was not listening to him at all.

Suddenly, he thought of something and asked directly, "Where are Senior Brother and your Senior Brother Song now?"

Zhang Wuji said: "Master Uncle asked Senior Brother Song to go outside Zixiao Palace to kowtow to Master Tai first, and then prepare to lead Senior Brother Song to 'see' Uncle Seven. In fact, even if the second master didn't ask just now, I was going to talk about it, I won't bother the second master here more, I was about to go to find Senior Brother Song, and I was really a little relieved in my heart. ”

However, Yu Lianzhou didn't have the heart to listen to the second half of his words, as soon as he heard the first half, he blurted out: "Oops!"

The senior brother is stubborn and upright, and the scene of the fifth brother Zhang Cuishan killing himself in the old days is still vivid, and I am not sure if the senior brother will not be as unthinkable as the fifth brother for a while.

He didn't say a word, he directly picked up the light work, and swept towards the mountain behind Wudang.

Zhang Wuji watched the second uncle's face change suddenly, and immediately understood what the second uncle was thinking. He was flustered in his heart, secretly hating why he left so quickly when the master urged him to come to see the second master. Immediately, he also picked up qigong and followed Yu Lianzhou.

......

Qiao Heng followed Song Yuanqiao to the back mountain of Wudang, followed the sheep intestine path paved with stone bricks, and came to a tomb.

Song Yuanqiao's eyes were slightly red, thinking that the corpse of the seventh brother was in disarray, and their brothers were entangled in everything, so they had to bury the body of the seventh brother hastily on the spot, and only then moved the grave of the seventh brother to Wudang Mountain.

The words "Mo Shenggu" on the tombstone were directly reflected in Qiao Heng's eyes, compared to Song Yuanqiao's excitement and sadness, the calm on his face could be called indifferent at this time. Even if he had the original memory of Song Qingshu, he couldn't produce any feelings related to regret, guilt, and sorrow, and he really couldn't empathize.

If he were from previous lives, he might have pretended to be fragile and sad. He knew very well that it was in his best interest to do so, and he thought so before coming to Wudang. But I don't know why, when he really stood in front of Mo Shenggu's tomb, he didn't hesitate to overturn his previous thoughts.

He is always struggling between "integration" and "self", but it is impossible to have both fish and bear's paws. Under these layers of shackles, life after life, how could he have let go of a shackle and be a true and complete version of himself?

This realization forced him to face a consequent conclusion - he had been doing useless work all along.

After he realized this, the three words "useless work" instantly turned into a prairie fire and swept through his heart.

These three words almost refuted his past insistence and almost negated his past efforts.

When leaving Liujia Village, he was dazed and angry in his heart, and he took a torch and threw it on the firewood stack in his courtyard, and the flames rose little by little, but in a moment, the flames had swallowed the entire side house. He stared intently at the leaping flames, in stark contrast to the heart that had cooled down in the process.

At this time, Qiao Heng, who was standing in front of the tomb of Mo Shenggu, thought to himself, that fire had probably burned to the point that there was nothing left.

Song Yuanqiao stroked the tombstone with one hand and said, "Seventh brother, senior brother has come to see you." I am not strict with my brother and son, and I am ashamed to face the Wudang people, and now I have brought this rebel son to you. ”

He suddenly turned around and said sharply to Qiao Heng: "The rebel son won't kneel down for your seventh uncle!"

Qiao Heng's eyes, which reflected the floating clouds and blue sky and the green trees and beautiful forests, did not look at Song Yuanqiao.

He knelt down with Zhang Sanfeng because he respected him. However, he didn't want to kneel in Mo Shenggu, because he had a clear conscience!