In the back mountain of Wudang, cypress trees stand up, and the trunks are straight and towering, as if they are the guardians of the earth, standing between heaven and earth.

Its bark is rough and thick, covered with traces of time, as if telling a story of historical changes and the passage of time.

The branches of the trees extend in all directions, and below them are dense tombstones.

This is the last belonging of the sacrificial disciples of Wudang in the past dynasties.

The scorching sun shone on Song Qingshu's body through the leaves swaying in the wind.

The leaves swaying in the wind and the swaying sunlight seem to tell something.

Song Qingshu stood here for a long time, holding Zhang Yuan in his arms, and the internal force kept sending to Zhang Yuan's body.

Under the scorching sun, the cold qi in Zhang Yuan's body flowed outward.

From Xinghe City to Wudang, Song Qingshu has been using internal force to keep Zhang Yuan's body from changing, and it has continued until now.

"Brother, the Central Plains will calm down...... Certain. Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Yuan in his arms and let out a light sigh.

From Xinghe to Wudang, Zhang Yuan, who had never left Song Qingshu's arms, was put down by Song Qingshu at this moment.

At this moment, several figures in the distance slowly walked over.

Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu, Liu Bai and other eleven people, Youlan Zhuya, Yang Xue, everyone is here.

"Childe ......"

"Brother......

"Green Book ......"

“……”

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu and shouted, Song Qingshu didn't look back, but leaned down and picked up a handful of dirt.

"Let's send it when it's all here."

Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu and the others walked over and made the same movements as Song Qingshu.

Before they came, they had prepared to meet Song Qingshu's wrath, but none of this happened.

Calm...... Strangely calm.

But it was this kind of calm that made everyone's hearts panic, so much so that they didn't dare to read Song Qingshu at all.

And so the time passed quietly......

When everyone buried Zhang Yuan, Zhang Wuji's long-squeezed emotions finally broke out at this moment, and he knelt in front of Zhang Yuan's tomb.

No words, no voices, no tears......

He knelt like that, so ordinary, so silent.

But everyone understands that Zhang Wuji has no tears, and he doesn't know how to express it.

Self-blame, remorse, buried deep in his heart.

It was once said that a person's sorrow is not tears, but silence.

This sentence is appropriate to describe the current Zhang Wuji.

"Cher, you go and arrange other things." Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji in front of him without any persuasion, nor did he ask anything, nor did he stop him, he just turned his head to look at Yang Xue and the others.

Yang Xue nodded, and when she passed by the silent Qi Mu and the others, she looked at everyone comfortingly and shook her head slightly.

On the way back with Song Qingshu, although Song Qingshu had been silent, they still saw Song Qingshu's change.

Song Qingshu was indeed angry at first, but he had calmed down after that.

Something happens that can't be changed.

The rustling of the trees in the breeze echoed in everyone's ears, and flocks of birds appeared in the sky, but there was no call, and it was unusually calm.

Depressed, everything is so depressing.

The atmosphere was breathtaking.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a deafening sound of eagles chirping in the sky.

"Naruto ......"

"Naruto ......"

Crisp and incomparably piercing, all this did not attract everyone's attention in the slightest, as if nothing could interrupt the oppression, the contemplation.

However, the eagle seems to have appeared to deliberately break this pressure.

High in the sky, the white eagle's wings as white as snow swooped down, the speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it stood on the cypress tree above Zhang Yuan, looking at Song Qingshu with smart eyes, waving its wings and sending out gusts of strong wind.

Song Qingshu looked at the letter at the feet of the white eagle in front of him, was silent for a long time, and a complicated voice sounded: "Master Tai...... Do you know all about it? ””

"Come on."

Song Qingshu stretched out his arm, and he was like a black eagle receiving a heavenly eagle.

The white eagle did move, but the place where it landed was not on the arm, but on Song Qingshu's shoulder, rubbing its head back and forth on Song Qingshu's face.

Song Qingshu showed a long-lost smile, touched Bai Ying's head, and took down the letter: "Go back." ”

The white eagle hovered around the heads of Song Qingshu and the others a few times, and then let out a deafening sound of eagle chirp and spread its wings and flew high.

Haw......

Whew......

For a moment, countless birds in the back mountain let out frightened cries, and then all rushed into the sky, as if fleeing.

As far as the eye can see, the sky is full of birds, and the sun shines in all colors.

Such a big move made everyone look up, except for Zhang Wuji......

Song Qingshu looked at the sky for a long time, until the sky regained its calmness again, then turned his gaze to Qi Mu and the others, and then walked towards a huge bluestone in the distance and slowly sat down.

Qi Mu and the others knew what their son Song Qingshu meant, and everyone looked at Zhang Wuji, who was kneeling on the ground, with complicated eyes, and then walked towards Song Qingshu.

"Has it been arranged at Zhang Yuan's house?" Song Qingshu's calm voice sounded.

Qi Mu's hoarse voice sounded: "It's arranged." ”

Song Qingshu nodded, and a voice without sorrow or joy sounded: "Do you want revenge?" ”

"Yes!" Qi Mu and the other eleven said in unison.

"Looking for whom?" Song Qingshu showed a self-deprecating chuckle on his face.

"Jing Bufan and others? Eleven people in the Yuan Room who cultivated the Long Snake Sutra? Or all meta chambers? ”

"Or me?"

"I have the ability to keep you from messing around, I can change everything, but I don't."

Saying that, Song Qingshu laughed at himself: "It's for the sake of his mother's so-called overall situation." ”

Qi Mu and the others looked at Song Qingshu's self-deprecating smile and voice and did not make a sound, but clasped their hands together.

Song Qingshu ignored everyone's reactions, and some voices of remembrance sounded: "I have forgotten when I started to indulge you. ”

"Maybe it's your Jiuyang Divine Achievement, maybe it's the battle at the mouth of the Shenxia, I don't know."

"I'm lucky that you've been with me so far, and you're lucky, because we've never failed completely."

"The red maple forest where I almost died at the beginning, or the Baiwangfeng, Dongyue City, Shenxiakou, Mongolia, and so on, ......"

"We've never lost, even if everybody thought we'd lose, but we won."

"As I move up in a position of strength, I become more and more confident, confident enough to control everything."

"So I am, and so do you."

As he spoke, Song Qingshu's voice paused, and his eyes stayed on Zhang Yuan's tombstone in the distance for a long time before he spoke again.

"The moment Zhang Yuan died, I was very angry, but I blamed myself more."

"At that moment, I really wanted to kill everyone, I even thought about starting a big war and pushing Mongolia."

"Whether it's Jing Bufan, the Yuan Room Long Snake Passage, or the Yuan Room Martial Arts, I want to kill everyone."

Qi Mu and the others trembled, although Song Qingshu's tone was very calm, they did not have the slightest doubt about the determination in it.

Because this is the character and temperament of Childe.

"Huh......" Song Qingshu exhaled: "But when I looked at Zhang Yuan's serene smiling face, I suppressed all the anger and impulsiveness in my heart. ”

"I know what Zhang Yuan committed suicide for, he is to help me calm the Central Plains, not to let the chaos in the Central Plains continue."

"If I have murderous intentions, then Zhang Yuan will die in vain, completely in vain."

"I can't do that, I can't ...... Absolutely not. ”

"Even though I have the beast roaring in my heart, I have to suppress it, you know?"

Qi Mu and the others were still silent, they could understand that Song Qingshu was difficult, so why shouldn't they.

These days, they think a lot, but more often they are confused and blame themselves.

"Childe, the Central Plains will be calmed down soon." Qi Mu's low and hoarse voice rang out.

Song Qingshu looked at Qi Mu's determined gaze: "I know." ”

"At most, in three months, Chen Youliang and Zhu Yuanzhang will pacify the Central Plains, and the Yuan Chamber will completely defeat Mongolia."

"And then ......"

Rushing......

Qi Mu and the other eleven all knelt in front of Song Qingshu, their eyes extremely firm.

"We don't enter Wudang!"

"We don't enter Wudang!"

"We don't enter Wudang!"

"Childe, remove us from Wudang."

“……”

Song Qingshu's heart was trembling at this moment, his eyes were extremely struggling to look at everyone, he knew what choices everyone had made and what they wanted to do, and a voice that was almost trembling sounded.

"People...... I'll kill! ”

"You stay in ...... Wudang! ”

"Fallen leaves return to their roots...... You must have a root!! ”

"There must be a root!!"

In the last sentence, Song Qingshu almost shouted out.

He didn't want Qi Mu and the others to go to Mongolia, it was a point of no return.

Qi Mu and the others had reached the limit of their strength and talent, and it was dangerous and dangerous for them to go to the Yuan Room to cultivate the Long Snake Sutra.

More about death.

"Childe, we have no roots." Zhang Cang refuted Song Qingshu for the first time, and this was the first time since he started with Song Qingshu.

He retorted so resolutely, so without hesitation.

The others didn't say anything, but their eyes said everything.

"Childe, this is our future path, what we will do in the future." Liu Bai's incomparably firm voice sounded.

"There are things we need to do ourselves."

"Otherwise, we can't let go of it."

"It's better to die than to live like that!"

Song Qingshu looked at everyone like a knife, he knew very well the character of these people, once he made a decision, he would not change.

"You ......"

"You ......"

Song Qingshu looked at everyone's determined eyes, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

"After the Central Plains calmed down, we no longer need us, and we also want to do what we want to do." Qi Mu knew Childe's anger, but there was something that had to be done.

"Our lives are worth it."

"We have gone from the end of the micro to the present, participating in the world, pacifying the chaos in the world, we have experienced a life that countless people do not have, enough."

"Childe, we're satisfied."

"Childe, please fulfill us."

"Fulfill you?" Song Qingshu's face showed sadness: "Fulfillment, fulfillment......"

He uttered these two words with great irony, and walked into the distance.

At this moment, his figure was no longer upright, as if he had lost the most important thing in his heart, such as the old man who was about to die in his peers.

"It's messed up, it's all messed up, everything is messed up in the end." Song Qingshu roared madly in his heart.

Originally, everything was so smooth, so perfect, but now...... It's all messed up.

Zhang Yuan died, and Qi Mu and the others fell into obsession.

One of his closest twelve brothers died, and so would eleven of the others.

He had thought about the happy gathering after the Central Plains was pacified, and he had thought about everyone's galloping horses......

Can ...... now Everything was shattered, all shattered, shattered so completely.

Unconsciously, Song Qingshu walked to the side of the bluestone that he had cultivated since he was a child.

Under the sunlight, the outline of bluestone is clearly visible on the ground, and its texture is hard and cold, like a witness of time, silently carrying the traces of time.

It's the same place as it was before, the only thing is that there's more moss around it.

He vaguely saw his cultivation in the past, saw Zhang Wuji, and saw his decadence after losing to Shaolin, and was confused.

Among them, there is also a scene where Master Tai takes himself to exercise in the morning.

Master Tai seemed to be like that forever, dressed in a loose robe, with white hair and a long white beard.

The years seem to have left nothing.

But will the years really forget Master Tai?

No......

The years are fair and will not forget anyone.

"I'm older, Master Tai is old, my father is old, Wudang's uncles are also old, Qi Mu and others...... It's old too. ”

Song Qingshu looked at the bluestone in front of him, remembering the past and the present......

At this moment, he opened the letter that Master Tai had sent over using the White Eagle.

"Master Tai...... Is this all you've been through? ”

"Helplessness from the heart, but powerless to persuade and powerless to stop."

Song Qingshu stood on top of the bluestone, and his figure seemed to coincide with Zhang Zhenren.

He had guessed what Master Tai had gone through before, but he just guessed and didn't understand.

Now he understands.

Zhang Yuan's death, the unpersuadable obsession of Qi Mu and others, this can no longer be solved by force.

All this filled his heart with powerlessness.

[On top of the light.] 】

[The white-eyed eagle king fought against the martial arts of the Yuan room, exhausted...... And die! 】

【Tobashi ...... Seriously injured...... Death! 】

[I'm waiting for you in the Imperial City!] 】

【Zhang Sanfeng...... Stay! 】

An incomparable terrifying internal force erupted from Song Qingshu's body, and the huge bluestone under his feet was torn apart and splashed out.

The shattered resounded in the sky and echoed in the Wudang Mountains for a long time.

The huge bluestone gravel fell down the cliff, and in the process of falling, the boulder continued to roll and crash, making a shocking sound, and the whole valley shook the moment it landed.

Song Qingshu looked at the letter in front of him, his body was trembling, and his eyes were full of disbelief and dazedness.

"Dead ......"

"Dead ......"

"How can you die, how can you die......"

"Outside...... Male, Father...... Dear, aren't they in retreat in the Emei sect? ”

"Bright top, bright top...... How they are at the top of the light. ”

"It can't be!! No way!! ”

"Impossible!!"

Song Qingshu almost roared wildly, and the internal force involuntarily operated, resounding throughout Wudang Mountain.

At this moment, whether it was the disciples in Wudang, or Yang Xue and the others who were busy arranging, or Zhang Wuji who was kneeling down in the distance, Qi Mu and the others, who were already silent, all their faces changed greatly.

"Childe!! Childe's voice!! Qi Mu and the others ran over like crazy.

They know Childe's character too well.

Childe has never been so out of control, never before, no matter when.

And now......

The loud sound of shattering, the sound of boulders falling from the valley, the roar of almost collapse...... All of this tells the crowd one thing.

Something went wrong...... It's a big deal, otherwise Song Qingshu wouldn't be like this.

Countless people in Wudang came to Song Qingshu's side.

The first to come was Zhang Wuji, then Qi Mu and others, and then Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, and others.

And then there were the others in Wudang......

Everyone was stunned by the sight in front of them.

The position where Song Qingshu stood was a place where he had cultivated since he was a child, and the huge bluestone was not just a bluestone, but a symbol, a thought.

When countless Wudang disciples were confused, they would come over and look at Qingshi from afar.

That was where Zhang Zhenren once cultivated, and it was also the place where Senior Brother Song cultivated, and they seemed to have the grievances in their hearts as long as they looked at that piece of bluestone, and their dissatisfaction could be calmed.

And now...... Shattered.

Gravel scattered a little......

Song Qingshu stood in the center of the gravel, holding a letter with trembling hands, his eyes stayed in the letter, the letter seemed to have magic power, and he grabbed Song Qingshu's gaze.

No one has ever seen Song Qingshu like this.

Whether it is a disciple of Wudang, Qi Mu or others, or Yang Xue, who is closest to him, is the same.

In the hearts of countless people, Song Qingshu will always be so confident, this is a person who will never lose his mind at any time.

Can ...... now

Yang Xue walked slowly with great sadness, she walked very slowly, very slowly.

She walked for a long time.

Song Qingshu's eyes were on the letter from beginning to end.

"Qingshu ......" Yang Xue came to Song Qingshu's side and called softly, while holding Song Qingshu's trembling arm with her right hand.

At this moment, she read the contents of the letter.

[On top of the light.] 】

[The white-eyed eagle king fought against the martial arts of the Yuan room, exhausted...... And die! 】

【Tobashi ...... Seriously injured...... Death! 】

[I'm waiting for you in the Imperial City!] 】

【Zhang Sanfeng...... Stay! 】

Her pain magnified rapidly, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and her eyes were full of doubt and horror.

"How...... How...... Well, maybe!! ”

"This ...... No...... Can...... Yes!! ”

“……”

Yang Xue didn't want to believe everything in front of her, but everything was in front of her.

This handwriting is Zhang Zhenren's handwriting, and it can't be wrong.

Moreover, the world ...... No one dares to pretend to be Zhang Zhenren!!

No one dares to forge such a letter! (End of chapter)