The Night......

Song Qingshu locked himself alone in his childhood room.

No one knows what Song Qingshu is doing in it, and no one knows what Song Qingshu will do in the future.

The news of the death of the white-eyed eagle king and Song Yuanqiao did not spread, and the Wudang disciples did not know, only Yang Xue and others knew, as well as Qi Mu, Zhang Wuji and others.

From the beginning of Song Qingshu's roar to the dead of night, the entire Wudang Mountain fell into unprecedented silence.

The disciples who practiced martial arts stopped, the busy logistics of Wudang stopped, and Wudang closed the mountain.

Even the chickens, ducks and dogs quieted down and obediently hid in their shelters.

Wudang disciples are not stupid, although they don't know what happened, but they all see Senior Brother Song's performance.

Senior Brother Wuji's reaction, Mrs. Song's reaction, etc......

It all tells everyone that something is wrong, and it's big, big.

In the early morning, the morning sun rises as usual and spreads all over the land, and the sun shines on the glazed tiles of the Wudang house and shines one after another.

However, all this is in stark contrast to the white scene of Wudang.

On this night, the entire Wudang Mountain turned white, the white filial piety curtain fluttered in the wind, and all the disciples put on white clothes.

Among the peaks of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng quietly watched everything in Wudang.

He came early, with the white eagle, but he didn't show up.

He saw everything under the cypress trees in the back mountain, saw Song Qingshu's anger, and roared...... Wait a minute.

This night, Zhang Sanfeng stood there without the slightest movement, whether it was the cold wind in the middle of the night or the morning sun, his eyes were always under Wudang, his eyes were extremely calm, and there was no ripples and fluctuations in the calm.

He was still the same as before, wearing a loose robe, like long snow-white hair and a long beard.

Time seemed to have no trace of years on his face, as if it had forgotten him for decades.

When Zhang Sanfeng looked at Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, the four daughters, as well as Zhang Wuji, Qi Mu and others wearing white filial piety clothes in front of Song Qingshu, his eyes that had been unchanged fluctuated.

"Cher...... Thank you. ”

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng turned around and left, and when Yang Xue looked at the moment when he put on the white filial piety clothes, he knew that Yang Xue had made a choice.

Death and betrothal.

It's a collision of white and red.

No one can open his mouth about this kind of thing, and no one can persuade him.

Song Qingshu is like this, and he is like this, let a woman wear filial piety clothes to get engaged to you, no one said anything.

But for Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao's affairs can't be ignored.

Postponement of marriage? It's too costly.

The matter of the imperial city, Song Qingshu has been planning for too long.

If you give up, then everything before will dissipate, Zhang Yuan will die in vain, countless people will die in vain, and the Central Plains Martial Arts and Yuan Room Martial Arts will continue.

Zhang Sanfeng understood the entanglement in Song Qingshu's heart, so he suppressed everything and rushed back to Wudang.

He needs to see Yang Xue's choice, and now he has got the result he wants.

At this time, an eagle's roar sounded in the silent Wudang Mountain, which was like dropping a stone on the calm water, and the ripples kept spreading.

Countless people looked up at the place where the eagle chirped.

They saw the white eagle hovering in the sky, and they also saw the loose robe and snow-white hair walking through the forest, which was so dazzling in the sun.

"Master ......"

"Zhang Zhenren ......"

"Master Tai ......"

“……”

Countless people looked at the figure for a long time and did not withdraw their gaze, until the figure was far away, and everyone's eyes were still in the distance.

The Wudang disciples didn't understand why the master came back but left,

They didn't understand, but what they could guess must have something to do with Senior Brother Song's previous incident.

Creak......

Creak......

The door of Song Qingshu's room was pushed open, and his face was haggard, as if he had experienced endless pain.

The moment he went out, his eyes were also in the direction of the eagle's song before.

"Is Master Tai here?" Song Qingshu's somewhat hoarse voice sounded, his gaze did not move, and it was still the eternal sound of the eagle.

"Yes." Yang Xue responded softly.

Song Qingshu didn't respond, just looked into the distance quietly for a long time...... Long......

When he looked back again, he saw Yang Xue's white filial piety clothes.

At this moment, his eyes were moving and trembling......

"Cher...... You ......"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Yang Xue shook her head and interrupted Song Qingshu's words, there were no words, only a pair of firm eyes, this look was worth a thousand words.

Yang Xue understands Song Qingshu's difficulties, and she also understands everything she is facing now.

She doesn't care about being engaged in a white filial piety dress.

Song Qing looked at Yang Xue blankly, he didn't know what to say or what to do.

All I can do is thank you silently in my heart.

A breeze blew, and the white filial piety curtain hanging in the courtyard made a rustling sound.

Song Qingshu watched all this silently, and only then did he notice that the outside of the house was already full of white filial piety curtains.

As far as the eye can see, there are also white filial piety curtains on the trees.

"Let's go, let's go to Dadu together."

Song Qingshu took a deep breath and walked towards the white filial piety clothes placed on the stone bench in the courtyard.

Putting on a white filial piety robe, he walked out step by step.

Yang Xue, Youlan Zhuya, Qi Mu and others, Zhang Wuji, silently followed behind.

After everyone went out, in Wudang Square, all the Wudang disciples gathered together, all wearing white filial piety clothes.

Everyone thought that they were wearing it for Zhang Yuan's death, but now they ......

When everyone saw Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Wuji, Yang Xue, Qi Mu and others wearing filial piety clothes, a trace of bad feelings appeared in their hearts.

"My father and grandfather died in the battle at the top of the light, you go and take them to the imperial city."

"Wudang doesn't leave anyone behind."

"Let's all go."

Song Qingshu looked at the disciples below, and his extremely painful voice sounded, and then strode towards Wudang Square.

He heard the crying, he heard the wailing...... But his footsteps still did not stop, and he did not look back.

He can only comfort himself and comfort everyone in his heart.

[Cry, cry, just cry. 】

So do I. 】

In a burst of wailing and sorrow, Song Qingshu and others rode white horses and wore filial piety clothes to go down Wudang Mountain, and their whereabouts were not covered in the slightest.

Wudang was busy in crying and sadness, and countless people packed their bags and walked out of Wudang Mountain.

Countless carrier pigeons flew from Wudang Mountain.

They're so numerous, they're flying so fast.

After a while, Wudang fell into silence, and the huge Wudang Mountain was empty, not even the disciples guarding the mountain.

The endless white procession walking on the official road is so dazzling, so heart-wrenching.

Nothing but the sound of horses' hooves.

Hundreds of people stood silently aside, and when the Wudang disciples came to everyone, there was a shout among the people.

"Bye!!"

Countless people shed tears and sent out the most sincere salute in their hearts.

The head of Song is dead......

He's dead......

This is a fact that everyone is unwilling to accept, in this turbulent and troubled world, it is Wudang who protects this side of the peace.

Countless people were displaced and cannibalized, while they lived and worked in peace and contentment in Wudang.

They thanked Wudang and Song Zhangmen......

Looking at the Wudang disciples who left, countless people silently walked towards the Wudang Mountain Gate.

Looking at the silent and empty Wudang, they set up a simple tent and silently guarded Wudang.

It's the only thing they can do.

……

With the countless flying pigeons in Wudang sending out the news, the news of the death of Song Yuanqiao and the white-eyed eagle king made the entire Central Plains fall into a dead silence like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Song Yuanqiao...... The head of Wudang...... He's dead!!

White-browed Eagle King...... The current head of this Ming Sect, the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect, is dead!!

How is this possible!!

Bright Top ...... Bright Top ...... How cruel and intense it is.

However, what surprised everyone even more was that Song Qingshu, Yang Xue and others wore filial piety clothes and went straight to the imperial city!

The Imperial City engagement remains unchanged!

At this moment, the world shook, and countless forces hung white curtains in their homes.

For a time, the white curtains of countless cities fluttered.

Merchant ships on the trail, verdant mountains and forests......

Countless forces took off their flags and replaced them with white flags and headed towards the imperial city.

Central Plains Army.

Chen Youliang and Zhu Yuanzhang froze when they disappeared.

The two couldn't believe the news.

Song Daxia...... White-browed Eagle King......

These two people would never have had an accident in their hearts, but now they have fallen on the top of the light.

In the camp, the two looked at each other, with anger and endless roar in their eyes.

"Hang the curtain of filial piety! Push the Imperial City! ”

"January Ping Central Plains!"

The almost indifferent voices of the two sounded at the same time.

These days, they have been fighting openly and secretly for a long time, and everyone is planning for the future.

Can ...... now They knew they had to let it go.

Why did the double-shot martial arts fight on the side of Guangming Ding, it was because of them.

The head of Wudang, Song Daxia, is dead, and the current head of the Ming Sect, the Baimei Eagle King, is also dead, and the Central Plains should not end like this.

Whether it is Chen Youliang or Zhu Yuanzhang, although they are dissatisfied with many martial arts people, Song Yuanqiao and the white-eyed eagle king are not among them.

Chen Youliang knows very well how much Wudang has helped him, how much Song Qingshu has helped him, and Song Yuanqiao knows his past.

But Song Yuanqiao is still silently supporting, supporting everything.

Needless to say, the white-eyed eagle king is a senior, a predecessor who deserves the respect of all the rebel armies and people in the martial arts.

The success of the uprising of the great army is simply impossible without the long-term accumulation of the Aquila Sect.

Zhu Yuanzhang needless to say, he knows very well what he has been able to live until now and why he has come to this point.

He was able to start at the end of Wei, because Song Qingshu gave him a chance, and Song Yuanqiao was Song Qingshu's father!

As for the White-Eyed Eagle King, if it weren't for the White-Eyed Eagle King, he might have died long ago.

In the entire Mingjiao high-level, the only one who hopes to live may be the White-eyed Eagle King, who cares about the world and has been working for the Central Plains all his life.

"Whatever the cost, fight!" Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Youliang reached a consensus at this moment, and they seemed to have lost their minds.

A long time ago, they knew that the Yuan Chamber was finished, and they wanted to overthrow the Yuan Room at the lowest cost, and at the same time accumulate the strength in their hands to deal with the future Central Plains Rebellion.

But now the death of Song Yuanqiao and the white-eyed eagle king completely ignited their long-suppressed roar.

……

The rebel army of the Central Plains hung up white flags in grief and indignation, and although they were sad, they were more angry, endless roars.

The division of martial arts is now known to the whole world.

Once, they were unattainable, as if looking at the immortals, the martial arts masters were all fighting to the death in the light, what reason did they have for not to work hard.

For the sake of the Central Plains, those high-ranking beings are desperate, and they should be even more so.

They are for life, and those people in the martial arts who are like legends are for them.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

“……”

I don't know who shouted, countless people roared angrily, and the monstrous killing intent emanated from the barracks, and the sound resounded through the sky and the valley......

At this moment, the momentum of the Central Plains army reached an unprecedented peak.

Everyone is sad from the heart, not afraid of life and death.

The horses' hooves rushed, and the ground trembled.

……

Within the Imperial City.

The older generation of Yuan Room Martial Arts plus Jing Bufan and others gathered together, and everyone's eyes were extremely complex and dignified.

The white-eyed eagle king and Song Yuanqiao...... These two men are actually dead.

These two people are the last people in the world who can't die, but now they are dead.

One is Song Qingshu's father, and the other is Song Qingshu's grandfather.

The young Song Qingshu can be unscrupulous in the rivers and lakes, Wudang is on the one hand, and more because of the white-eyed eagle king.

Wudang is decent, he has to behave in the world and ask for evidence, but once everything is about rules and evidence, then Song Qingshu is bound to be wronged.

On the other hand, the Aquila Sect is different, the Aquila Sect doesn't care about this, their code of conduct is to punch me, and I will stab you back.

Song Qingshu slaughtered Hongmei Villa, the bloody means of the Red Maple Forest, and then walked the rivers and lakes casually, that was because the white-eyed Eagle King nodded in the back.

What Wudang can't handle, the Eagle Sect comes.

Wudang is not good to come forward, Tianying Sect.

This is also the reason why Song Qingshu is respected in the Central Plains, regardless of the three religions and nine streams, or the decent people.

If you regard Wudang as the justice in front of Song Qingshu, the Heavenly Eagle Sect is the evil demon behind Song Qingshu.

One is the right and the first pair has created Song Qingshu's unparalleled prestige and dominance.

Jing Bufan's helpless voice broke the calm: "The two of them hid their faces, and everyone thought that they were the backhands of the Central Plains, so they wanted to kill them desperately." ”

"I didn't think ......"

"Hey......"

He was also shocked when he received the news, but it had come to this.

Yuan Qing's deep voice sounded: "On the Mongolian side, King Yin Ye hung up a white banner and led people to the imperial city. ”

"In the rebel army, Chen Youliang and Zhu Yuanzhang also hung up the white flags, and launched a general attack with endless roar and unprecedented army momentum."

"All the forces in the Central Plains withdrew their proud flags and replaced them with white flags and came straight to the imperial city."

"Today's Central Plains...... It was white, and everyone was furious because of the death of the white-eyed eagle king and Song Yuanqiao, and the air in the entire Central Plains was filled with anger and killing intent. ”

"Wudang is empty...... The six major sects also almost poured into the nest, and all of them came to the imperial city. ”

Ba Shang, who was sitting above and had not spoken, slowly spoke: "Let the emperor go." ”

"The Yuan Room has been defeated."

"Take the only ones who are left and flee."

Hearing this, Jing Bufan and the others looked at Ba Shang in shock.

There was still time according to their plan, not even now.

Ignoring everyone's surprise, Bashang got up to look at the little light of the sun shining into the main hall, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I can already smell Zhang Sanfeng's scent."

"Yang Xue decided to abandon the secular rules and bring filial piety to Song Qingshu to get married, then Zhang Sanfeng will definitely make a move."

"He will definitely come to the Imperial City, and he will definitely come back."

"He used to be a madman, crazier than everybody."

"A Zhang Sanfeng who is about to die and has no worries, I can't imagine how crazy he can be."

(End of chapter)